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“Seems time for us to have some fun again.” He told her over the phone.

“My boyfriend might object to it.” She replied, hesitant to go behind his back.

“Oh he’ll be fine.” Spencer brushed her worries off. “This is just sibling bonding time.”

“Right, sibling time…” Peyton rolled her eyes, knowing damn well what they were doing.

Peyton Roi List and her twin brother Spencer, both engaged in sex with each other on a regular basis. A taboo act yes but neither cared. They were born together, his blood is the same as hers, and the two have even taken each other’s virginities back when they first explored their sexualities. And they continued to use that logic over the years, defiling each other over and over again, like it was a common practice such as game night or Sunday dinner. Her reluctance towards today was hard to say, her boyfriend being in the other room while she talked to her twin brother and even if Spencer was right to call it ‘sibling bonding time’, Peyton could feel guilt in her stomach. Jacob was a good boyfriend, tending to all her sexual needs even as some of them were created over the years with her brother. And yet despite her commitment to Jacob…she still said yes to her brother’s request.

A few hours passed, Peyton sitting in her car mulling over her own conscience, hardly a chance to step away as she was parked right in front of where his apartment was. She could almost feel his gaze watching her from his window, yet she had no real fear over the act. How was it even knowing how inappropriate they were about to do she could not help but crave it more. Her poor boyfriend struggled to give her what Spencer was able to offer for years. Sighing, she stepped out of her car and made the short walk to her twin brother’s place. Walking up the stairs to see him waiting for her at his door.

“Needed a minute?” Asked Spencer, stepping aside to let his sister in.

“Not used to doing this while in a relationship.” Peyton walked inside.

“That makes one of us.” Spencer closed the door behind her. “But there’s no shame in this.”

“I don’t know.” Peyton turned around, taking her shoes off at the door. “Feel like there would be a lot of shame if the tabolids knew.” 

“Well, nothing wrong with two siblings getting together to watch a movie.” Spencer got in close, wrapping his arms around his twin sister. “Even if it’s Netflix and Chill.”

“Don’t think anyone calls it that anymore.” Peyton laughed.

“So just the chill part then…” Spencer leaned in for a kiss.

The List siblings felt their worries wash away while they shared a kiss far longer than most siblings should. Peyton letting him guide her to his bedroom. Tongues sharing each other’s mouths, saliva dancing between them, and a sense of safety came to her in the arms of her brother, as they began to strip at the edge of the bed. The deed was not at all special, both of them knowing in great detail how the other looked naked, so there was no shock or shame with Peyton taking off her bra or Spencer pulling down his leggings exposing his decent penis. His sister quickly on her knees, tossing her ripped jeans to the floor and kneeling in just her panties, the dick was in some ways, perfect for her. Spencer always teasing that even if it wasn’t the biggest cock in the world it was the exact size for his sister’s vagina. A joke she knew by heart while taking it once more into her mouth.

“God you’re perfect.” Spencer sat at the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide apart while she sucked away.

A light musk filled her nose, this natural smell intoxicating, the taste of his dick along her tongue only making her salivate, like she was craving it, needing his penis more than she knew at first. The tip hitting the back of her throat, and her lips wrapped around the base, it was at least the right size to fit his whole length in her mouth. A hand fondling his balls while she deep throated him. Her eyes glanced up to him, only making gulping sounds as she took every inch with ease. Spencer brushing her hair away every now and then to see her pretty eyes, matching just like his, never growing tired of watching his twin sister suck his dick.

Peyton lifted her mouth off the cock, thick ropes of spit dangling between her lips and his tip while she gave one last lick, going from the base to the little hole along his tip like it was some type of lollipop. Replacing her lips with her hand, stroking the cock with a slick squish to it as the saliva along his penis acted as lube.

“This what you wanted?” Peyton let her head hang next to his dick while she jerked him off. “Watching your sister stroke you?”

“It’s better than stroking it myself.” Spencer moaned, leaning back on his arms, Peyton’s soft hand feeling incredible along his shaft. 

“I really shouldn’t be doing this.” Peyton teased, flicking the tip of her tongue along his mushroom head, Spencer almost whimpering at how sensitive his tip is from her doing that.

“You should be letting me spread your cunt wide open.” Spencer groaned.

“Please.” Peyton kissed the tip of his dick one last time before running a hand down, threatening to squeeze his balls a little too hard. “I’m your sister, not some cheap whore.”

“Stop acting like one.” He smirked, not caring if she did squeeze, he was right either way.

“Fuck you too.” Peyton scolded him, their sibling banter ending with another kiss, her sloppy lips making him taste a little of himself yet his hands were too focused on her ass and pulling her panties away. 

Her pussy was already far more wet than she thought it would be, his hand brushing up and feeling her discharge of fluids along her pubic hair, as Peyton hadn't shaved there in a week. Her knees bucked against the comforter while letting her panties fall off her legs, being pushed down onto her back while Spencer towered over her, making his way down to her vagina. Spitting into it to give a little extra wetness, Peyton not caring for his deed being romantic, just shoving his eager mouth onto her womanhood, the man not needing to be told twice.

“Shit…” Peyton had her turn to moan out, his tongue slipping in like a glove.

Quickly he found where to go, lapping at her insides and hitting spots she always got off on. Peyton let him do what he wanted, knowing he’ll make her cum either way, his hands running along her pale thighs, gripping onto her flesh for support, yet she was the one that pushed them together, against his head. Smothering her brother with her body. His short hair being all that was visible, the sister not intending to let him go until she came against his face. Her free hand groped her own breast, letting her body lay on his bed and take every lashing of his tongue along her sweet insides. 

Spencer drinking it like candy, even if the taste was unlike any candy he had before, he just enjoyed tasting his own sister. Nose pressed tightly along her folds, tongue going as deep as it could go, and a rouge finger traced the wrinkled entrance of her anus. Peyton always being teased yet never experiencing the pleasure of anal from him, assuming that Spencer never cared for it. Not that she wanted him to, yet enjoyed the finger that toyed with her anus, tentatively making sure it never pushed past inside her. Fueled by her moans, he slipped the finger that toyed her asshole up and into the lower half of her vagina, adding to her stimulation.

“Oh fuck!” Peyton squirmed, her legs getting tighter, any more and she could cut off all air from Spencer.

Yet Spencer didn’t care, working his fingers into her while his tongue was coated in her fluids. Taking every step he could, and feeling her thighs get tighter, which only got a little tighter when she finally came. Arching her back up and keeping her eyes shut, mouth wide open with a scream that surely Spencer would get complaints about. Falling back onto the bed as the orgasm subsided and could catch her breath. Legs falling limp allowing Spencer to raise his head, face covered in her juices. Letting Peyton catch her breath, he pulled away and washed his face on a discarded shirt watching her naked body on his bed, toes barely touching the floor. 

“Take it you didn’t like it?” Spencer asked.

“Fuck off.” Peyton said with strained breath.

“It’s my apartment.” He teased. 

“Then fuck me then.” Peyton pushed herself up on the bed, spreading her legs to welcome him between them.

“God I miss your teasing ways every morning.” He thought back to when they shared a room together long after being told they needed to have separate rooms.

“You’ll hate me more the moment I move in with Jacob.” She told her brother.

“You care about him?” Spencer crawled on top of his sister.

“Oh I love him.” She smiled.

“Good, Cause I’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t” 

“Please, I have more experience in fighting than you.” Peyton referred to the literal years she spent on Cobra Kai.

“Least I have more experience than him in something.” 

“What?”

“This.”

He lined his cock up with her pussy, as he finished his reply Spencer pushed himself into her. Peyton’s eyes going from a puzzled expression to that of a startled bliss, feeling every inch enter her once more, the cheekiness of his joke subsided by the pleasure they both shared, that last inch entering her, perfectly inside her, just as they claimed it to be. Peyton propping her legs up on either side of him on the bed, the twin brother bracing both hands on the pillows behind her head, looking into each other’s eyes while he bucked his hips back and forth, back and forth, keeping a steady pace to savor every moment.

Their lips met again, Peyton now tasting herself on his, deciding to keep it down a little just for his neighbor's sake. Though it was in volume only, their act being private, but didn't want people to raise questions when realizing it was his sister that was screaming, every time she came, and why he was making her cum to begin with. It was more of a shock that no press ever found out yet. But never wanted to jinx herself into believing all would be fine. More so now, as Jacob would have no idea how to process it if he found out she was here; fucking her own twin brother like it was just any other Wednesday. And not a care in the world if it was wrong or not.

Slowly he built up speed, not wanting to waste a single moment inside his sister, running his lips along her neck, working his way down to suck on a nipple, bending his back in the process given his height advantage on her. Peyton simply took her hands and held onto his back. Feeling her nipple be bit on by his haste, yet Peyton didn’t mind, still holding her brother close. Spencer letting himself stay balls deep inside her over and over again, his ballsack smacking against her skin, the air filling with the smell of sex and their moans from said sex.

“God I needed this.” Spencer raised his head and hovered over Peyton.

“Being inside me?” Peyton nibbled at his exposed neck.

“Being by your side.” Spencer clarified.

“Do I wanna know?” Peyton paused what they were doing.

“Let’s just say you’re more than lucky having Jacob.” Spencer sighed.

“Spence…” Peyton looked at her twin. “You know you always have me.”

Her hand rested along his right cheek, making him look at his sister.

“And one day I won’t” He pondered out loud.

“Let’s not worry about one day.” Peyton grabbed him, kicking her leg up to roll them over. Spencer feeling himself now on his back, looking up at Peyton, his cock still inside her, straddling herself atop her brother. Hands pushing her hair back before bracing them on his chest. “Worry about one minute from now when I make you cum.”

Spencer didn't need to be asked twice, grabbing hold of her hips, and started to fuck her but Peyton swatted his hands to stop. “I’ll do it.”

She took control of the sex, raising her hips upward and lowering them down to allow every inch inside once more. Spencer knew not to question his sister when it felt so good, just resting his hands along her thighs while she rode his cock. Her small but perky breasts jiggled along each thrust down his shaft she took, leaning forward to give her thrusts a little swaying movement, nearly twerking her ass on his dick. The bed rocked and creaked with their sex, Spencer not looking away from his sister for a moment. Peyton letting her mouth hang open with forced, muted moans, her eyes clearly begging for more, yet her conscious demanded control of her emotions to keep the peace with the rest of the complex. What moans did slip out feeling strained and an echo of what she really felt in that moment.

*smack, smack, smack,* her ass cheeks echoed a light clap with each forceful slam into him. Spencer hoped his hips would feel normal in the morning.

“Fuck yes sis…” Spencer watched her fuck herself on his cock. “Work it like the slut you are.”

“Shut up and fucking cum already.” She ordered him, nay, begged him to do.

“You got pills?” He asked about birth control.

“Would I say yes to this if I didn’t?” Both of them knew explaining how they had a new sibling who was also their kid wouldn’t fly well to anyone.

“May I?” Spencer ran his hands further up her hips.

“Yes.” She permitted him.

He gripped her hips and began to thrust inside along with her, matching her speed and making sure every inch stayed inside like before.

“Shit shit shit shit!” Peyton could hardly contain herself.

Their incestous deed slowly hitting a climax: both of theirs. Spencer bucking his hips to meet Peyton’s, brother and sister, together in womb, and spirit, and in orgasm. The perversion of it only making their climaxes more potent. Peyton slamming her body down on top of her brother one last time as she felt his seed pour out and into her body. Clenching down around it while her own orgasm shook her to the core. Spencer pushing his head back into the sheets with his cock shooting off several rounds of semen into his sister’s womb, no care for how wrong it was with it feeling so right. Peyton fell atop her brother, his penis slipping out as she did and the last bits of cum sputtered along her ass, a bit of fresh cum dripping out of her pussy, while she rested her head atop his chest while both brother and sister caught their breath.

“Damn..” Peyton spoke first. “I think I missed a pill this morning.”

“What?” Spencer looked at her, Peyton already showing a shit eating grin at her little joke. “Oh that’s not funny.”

“The look on your face says otherwise.” Peyton rolled off her brother, giggling lightly while he sighed. Spencer’s penis growing soft and her body felt tired. “I need a shower.”

“Me too.” Spencer started to rise up. Peyton pushing him down.

“No not tonight.” She knew where his mind went. “I’m washing off the scent of sex, not adding another creampie.” Peyton got up. “I’m still seeing Jacob later.”

“So you’re double dipping tonight?” Spencer teased.

“Like you never did that.” She recalled a few dates that ended with him fucking Peyton afterwards. “Be out in 10.” 

Peyton turned and started to walk to his bathroom. Spencer getting a good look at his sister's ass while she left. Peyton only rolled her eyes to an audience of no one, knowing damn well he was looking.

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“So what’s all this?” Rachel walked around the small lab

“Just some experimental stuff we got going on, some big tech company wanting to branch out and get some new toys at their disposal.” Her friend Greg told her, showing her around the college lab and highlighting some of the more niche items at their disposal.

Rachel Zegler was visiting her friend while he was still at college, getting a chance to get a close up look at a bunch of stuff he was working on, along with the boxes of research that he was getting paid to into.

“Intello-Gen?” She remarked at the folders along his desk.

“Start up over in Seattle,” Greg glossed over his things, putting away anything sensitive. “They’ve been looking into expanding what the mind is capable of. Specifically altering it at it’s core.”

“Huh.” Rachel picked up some odd headset. “So like hypnosis?”

“Oh far more than just Hypnosis.” Greg pulled over a whiteboard, happy to share some info with her. “At first I thought the same, but the limitations with Hypnosis is that it requires direct and explicit control of the person who is handling them, whereas Intello-Gen are trying to unlock the full potential of the mind without need of constant control and monitoring.”

“You mean like that 10% of the brain being used theory?” Rachel thought back to some old texts she read in school herself.

“Depends on how it’s implemented, yes.” Greg went on. “But what I get to work on, is mental transmitters and stimulant frequencies.”

“Stimulant frequencies?” Rachel sat down while Greg grabbed some items.

“It’s fascinating, much like how a dog can hear certain high pitched frequencies no human can hear, Intello-Gen had been looking into a unique sect of frequencies that only our sub conscious can truly hear, we never knew about them until some modifications to a dog whistle they were playing around with and it made a person nearby grow a spontaneous headache. Now I’m helping to try to isolate and study various frequencies as best I can.”

“Not to sound like I’m an idiot.” Rachel leaned forward in her chair. “But how exactly do you understand frequencies of sound that you can’t hear?”

“Well….I was wondering since you’re here could you help?” Greg asked, holding up what looked like a small portable radio, with some added parts to it and an electronic wand straight out of ghostbusters or something.

“Neat gadget.” She looked at it. “How does it work?”

“Easy, I take this remote, point it at my subject, adjust the knobs on the radio which instead of AM and FM stations I’ve modified to pick up unregistered frequencies, the wand sends feedback on what it picks up and the antenna at the tip here? It points it to the subject as a sort of channel to transmit the frequency directly into your mind. I’ve had some mixed results with the people here that signed up as lab testers but, to be honest they were all male and I think getting a female’s reaction might present different results.”

“Huh,” Rachel looked it over. “Sounds a little dumb that only men have done it.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” Greg sighed.

“So what exactly happens if this works?” 

“Depends on what we find I guess.” Greg spoke honestly. “The research is on how it affects the mind and what types of frequencies could do it, the unknown elements outweigh us 5:1 so really we’re in uncharted territory.”

“I mean..” Rachel clasped her hands together. “I won’t blame you if you said you didn’t know what all this does and you’re just using this to get free money to pay off your student debt.”

“Sure, the money is nice, but we’re talking ground breaking tech here.” Greg defended himself.

“If it works.” She reminded him.

“Would you at least let me try?” Greg requested.

“...sure.” Rachel threw her hands up. “But only because you’re cute.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He ignored her sarcasm and started it up.

The portable radio roared with static while he fiddled with the knobs, Rachel simply sat up straight in the chair, wearing jean pants and a grey graphic tee that cut off above her navel with the words New York Knicks on it with ninja turtle on the front. Brushing her black hair back while he tried to pick up where he left off.

“I’ll start with a few we tried with the guys in case there’s a difference in the gender of the person having an effect.”

“Fire away.” Rachel gave a half thumbs up.

Slowly, he turned one knob to the right, letting the static and his mental scanner lit up to see what frequencies he could find. Searching for a semblance of a clue, she fidgeted in her seat, not really feeling any different, pondering if what he was working on was nothing but a joke.

“Anything?” He asked her.

“Only if I think really hard and pretend to.” Rachel laughed.

“Something just feels off.” He looked over his notes. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” She asked him.

“Channel of frequency, plus volume to amplify sound…plus natural brain waves…” the math went mostly in his head. “Let’s just try…this.”

He adjusted his controls and turned the channel knob slowly.

“Maybe some sandwiches can take your mind off….oh…” Rachel felt it.

“What is it?” Asked Greg, watching her shift in her chair.

“I don’t know.” Rachel looked up at the ceiling as if trying to look inside her own head. “It’s like…something is scratching my brain. And not in a bad way.”

“Holy shit it works.” Greg pushed his chair back.

“How far does it go?” Rachel laid back in her chair, closing her eyes and letting this odd head massage take her.

“I don’t know, it’s uncharted territory.” Greg looked over his notes as he added more.

“You mentioned volume right?” Rachel pondered. “Maybe volume also affects how intense it is?”

“We can try.” He pushed the volume knob on the radio.

“Oh shit..” her hands clutched the sides of her chair.

Greg watched her head arch back a little, her breathing getting faster, Rachel feeling that sensation in her mind getting stronger. Worried for a moment to adjust, yet she still sat there and took it.

“How is it?” He asked her.

“It’s like my entire head is being gently rubbed and it’s melting away my stress and pain for the day.”

“Do I go further?” 

“Yes please.” She nearly begged him.

Greg adjusted the controls on the radio, not wavering too far from where he was at to begin with, Rachel feeling the tingling feeling from her head radiate along her body, not feeling intrusive, more like every nerve along her body was getting gently brushed. She felt no pain, a tickling sensation perhaps, but with each centimeter the knobs went, her body grew more stimulated, yearning for more, mentally taking in how much bliss, even growing a little wet from arousal. This full body massage of the mind made Rachel admit a faint groan from her lips.

“I should stop.” Greg cut her off. Quickly flicking the off switch.

Her body went stiff, like she had a similar switch in her mind when he turned the radio off, that wave of bliss abruptly gone, now her mind returned to reality, and she felt afraid.

“Wait.” Rachel sat up, being forced to think normal. “Turn it back on.”

“I could but you seemed too into it.” Greg told her. “I don’t have enough data to-”

“Then turn it on to get more data!” She tried to argue.

“I’m sorry.” Greg apologized. “But I have to play it safe.”

“But it felt…” Rachel couldn’t believe she was saying this. “It felt like it was getting me off.”

“....like sexually?”

“Yes.” Rachel confessed. 

“I’ll have to make notes on that.” Greg grabbed his pen and started to record Rachel’s admission with her feeling a little flustered knowing it was on the record.

“So could yo-”

Rachel was cut off by a bell going off.

“Shit my next class.” Greg started to put his notes away. “You don’t mind sticking around an hour so we can keep talking right?”

Greg could not see the color leave Rachel’s face hearing she had to wait an hour. “Sure, I can wait.”

“Great!” He shot up and started to leave. “I’ll be back soon as I can.”

She watched him leave, her body tingling for more, suddenly craving for something she only just found out about 5 minutes ago. Even as she shifted her body around impatiently, Rachel could feel a wet spot hiding under her pants, that faint stimulation around her vagina being stronger than she first thought. She glanced at the radio and remote, Greg forgetting to put them away, she could just turn it on and have some fun, but part of her said she’d wait. Yet he never said he would keep using it today. Rachel ran her fingers along one arm, the tingling was still there, her mind wanting more, she could argue this was what an addict feels like when they need a fix but she was good and never had hard drugs before so it could all just be in her head. Already getting restless, she wanted to see how far it could be pushed with these frequencies, knowing he’ll be back soon….yet Rachel checked the time and he’d only been gone 2 minutes.

“Fuck that.” Rachel made sure the door was closed.

She didn’t want to wait, and Greg never altered the knobs back. She placed the radio on a small couch he had in the corner of the room, the part that would be aimed at her head pointed to where she was sitting, adjusting it to make sure it aimed directly to her forehead. Before she got comfy, Rachel considered an alternative, seeing as she was getting aroused by it, she took the time to start stripping herself. Rachel Zegler undoing her pants, tossing her shirt away, seeing the clear wet stain on her panties before it and her bra before discarding them both. 

There was no shame in being naked in a room she had barely been in before, changing in dozens of dressing rooms as far back as her high school days as a theater kid. Even kicking her shoes and socks off leaving her fully nude. Rachel sat back down, ignoring how the old material of the couch scratched into her butt, reaching for Greg’s device and with a need to go back to that feeling, flicked the switch.

“Fuck….” It hit her like a bus, her mind going back to that same tingling sensation from before. 

Her whole body relaxed, almost melting into the couch. Limbs growing heavy and head not wanting to leave the cushion it was resting against. That sensation she craved back to where it was and yet she wanted more, mind running rampant with lewd thoughts yet not settling on one, rather enjoying it as a whole from how relaxing that stimulation made her. Rachel’s wet pussy dripping fluids to stain the old couch below, legs spread as if expecting a lover to take her right then and there. Breaths getting shallow while her mouth was slightly agape, moaning softly to each ripple of pleasure that washed over her. 

“More…” She thought aloud. Looking at the knobs. 

She turned the volume one up, and the pleasure got stronger.

“UUUggggrrrrgghhh….” She groaned like a wild animal, more of her body tingling and sweat grew off her brow, it was like it could recreate the feeling of someone fucking her without actually having anyone or any toy penetrating her. 

Her back arched out, ass cheeks clenching, nipples hard as rocks. Beads of sweat dripped down from how hot she felt, this shattering wave of sexual energy unlike anything before cascaded over each nerve like a thousand pairs of lips were kissing her entire body. Shifting in place, curling her toes along old tile flooring that needed a dusting in that corner yet she did not care, only wanting to cum. Her hands grew heavy, wanting to massage her breast but could not find the strength to do so, even opening her eyes became a struggle, hectic thoughts of past lovers to fuel her body’s pleasure only to struggle to think of one who could compare. Let alone, be able to think.

“Ffuuucckk!!” She blurted out, throwing her body upward before crashing back hard on the couch. The radio frequency hitting her sending her body over the edge just enough to make her cum.

She was gushing, her entire body going numb for a split second while she struggled to handle it all, taking on the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Not even touching herself to achieve said orgasm, her body just cumming on its own, the radio’s wand still aimed at her head as she had no means of moving it without taking a lot out of her. So that wave of post climax bliss was perpetually looped with the radio keeping it there, head feeling fuzzy in arousal because of it. All the more making her horny, turning to see the radio, thinking she should turn it off, already cumming once; except the low hum of the radio and her orgasmic limbo keeping her in place as a horny woman, made her question how far she’ll hate herself if she turned it off now, know much her body hated her when it was first turned off.

“J-j-just….a little……more….” Rachel pushed her hand over to the radio, not to turn it off, but to increase the volume. Her fingers hit the knob, the weight of her hand in her mind pushing it further than expected.

And then her mind went blank.

“Hey, sorry about the added wait.” Greg finally came back over an hour later. “Teacher wanted to go over som--oh good god what the hell did you??”

Greg was at a loss for words, hearing the hum of the radio stronger than normal, walking past his messy set up and stopping in his tracks. Sitting on the old beaten up couch, was his friend Rachel completely naked. Legs spread, arms resting on either side of her with hands on the cushion, pussy twitching and leaking her juices, breath shallow with her chest slowly rising and falling yet saliva ran down her chest between each breast. His gaze went up and saw her head pressed firmly against the top of the couch, black hair a mess, and panting slightly.

“Heh….eh…..hheh.” was all that came from her as she laid there.

“God….” Greg saw her face.

Rachel’s mouth hung open, her tongue sticking out and dangling downward enough to allow drool to drip down. The corners of her mouth pulled into a half forced smile, while her eyes were glossy and pupils were crossed eyed up towards her head. Her tiny grunts were not of pain, but seeing how her forced smile would get bigger with each grunt, he could assume it was pleasure.

“Insane.” He looked at her, stepping back and grabbing his voice recorder. “3:47 PM on Thursday the 2nd. The frequency testing went a little unexpected after a guest decided to take it into her own hands and test it by herself. Rachel seems to have stripped herself naked, and is now seated on a couch with the Radio frequency’s volume set to 9 out of 10 on the knob, suspicion of raising the volume to increase quantity of frequency in someone’s mind seems to be correct, although appears to have other effects even after turned off.”

As he spoke into his recorder, Greg shut the radio off. Rachel seemed to stop cumming but her face remained the same, even as he snapped his fingers to try and get her attention she was unresponsive.

“Long enough exposure to it at such a high frequency seems to have put her in this….Ahegao state. The reason she’s naked was she appeared to be sexually stimulated by the specific frequency used and seemingly squirted over my floor.” He saw the mess around her pelvis and near the floor. “Prolonged exposure to such a high volume making her orgasm several times. Yet remains in said Ahegao State after radio shut down. Will work on removing status to her mind.”

Greg shut off the recorder and looked at his friend, sightly annoyed she went behind his back, yet worried she was stuck like this. “Alright let’s get you dressed.” He began to turn towards her clothes.

He caught it in the corner of his eye and turned back, Rachel while still showing Ahegao, standing up on her own. Her arms on either side of her, drool not as bad as before, but began to walk over towards her pile of clothes without bumping into anything, mindlessly getting dressed to the shock of her friend.

“New update.” Greg turned on his recorder again. “Rachel while under Ahegao can process simple commands, and is now dressing herself.” He watched her put her bra and panties on. “But how…unless it’s the frequency itself.” He checked his paper notes, Rachel getting to her jeans while he continued. “I was looking at it wrong, it can alter someone’s mind but when put under the right amount of intensity it can do more than alter the mind….let me test something.”

“Stop what you’re doing and stand on one leg.” He told her.

Rachel froze, holding her shirt in one hand yet raised her right leg up into the air, keeping an easy balance.

“It’s more than just mind altering.” Greg came to the conclusion. “It’s mind control. Or a type of it. Will need to study more to find what’s the trigger to put them in…and how to get Rachel out of such a trance.”

Rachel Zegler just stood there, one leg up, eyes crossed, and drool leaving her tongue onto the floor. Greg not daring letting her leave until she was out of her trance. How much she remembers, and how long she will stay, was all up to him as he toyed with the radio, hoping he didn’t find the frequency that made him in a trance in the process….

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To gaze into the stars, one would think if someone or something out there could look back, furthermore, if they could say hello, would they greet you back? Or would they kill you? Forgetting the alternative of; would they fuck you? 

That was what Sabrina Carpenter forgot about when she spent her night at home alone pretty normally, a hot cup of tea to calm herself down, scented candles, moonlit skies coming in from the windows and watching old movies on a large flat-screen. Sabrina had rented out a nice little lake house just off Lake Tahoe, taking a little bit of time off from events and promoting her new album of re–center herself; A half dozen notebooks were scattered out around the living room coffee table and the couch she sat on with her bare legs crossed, each one of her notebooks were of different ages and designs on their covers, most of them still having space to write in, and one being freshly purchased where she planned to write more songs, if she considered writing at all despite dropping two albums over the last two years already.

Skimming through her old writings of half written song lyrics and little rambles she had jolted down for whatever reason, Sabrina sipped at her tea, searching for inspiration for at least one song for tonight. Her phone read 2:26 AM. She'd been up for hours and really should've been to bed already. Yet was compelled to try and finish something, if not anything, preferring the night owl life anyway. She paused and decided to stretch her legs, feeling them on the verge of falling asleep, bare toes hitting carpet as she stood up tall.

She wore a baby blue sheer nightgown, frills where it ended at her mid thigh, a built in bra to cover her breasts yet the remaining material see through enough to show a matching pair of panties underneath. A particular set she’d been fond of wearing more often recently. Taking a glance around the living room and took a peak towards the glass panel doors leading into the lake house’s patio. A glimmering lake lit under a full moon right some feet away, the patio leading to a small dock for swimming and boating right there peacefully waiting for anyone to dip in. Sabrina sighed, something calling her for some fresh air, if anything then to just help relax her for that long needed sleep. Pulling over one panel, stepping out and closing it behind her. Sabrina didn’t care she was still wearing just a teddy, there was no one to disturb her. Only the owl nearby and soft ripples of water while walking across the patio to the wooden railing. Unfinished lyrics running through her mind, it wasn’t just writing the song that troubled her mind, she was pondering how long this break should be, knowing there was stuff planned in a few weeks, yet a break from everything like she was now was doing a lot for her. It was just a matter of if she went home in two days or in two more weeks.

Sabrina didn’t know what to think, only feeling the evening breeze getting stronger, a few leaves flying past her, a chill down her spine from the wind, going back inside and getting under comfy blankets sounded good right about now. Turning back from the railing, she made it 3 feet before she felt herself frozen, not in temperature, but in place. Her feet not moving an inch A large bright light shined down on her from directly above. Looking up, there was darkness where stars were, and the light blinding what else she could see. Yet as she tried to move out of the way, her feet only came free when they rose off the ground. Sabrina realized this was quite literally the beginning of every old alien movie she used to watch. Struggling to move, she was frozen in fear going up 5 feet, ten feet, even if she tried to escape and push out of the tractor beam that pulled her above the ground she would more than likely fall to her death. Rising high above the lake until she was encased in the bright light. 

There was nothing but white, no color, no sound, not even the feeling of gravity, just pure white.

Slowly it faded, her body felt a cold metal floor underneath, goose bumps along her bare skin, head feeling dizzy, coming to realize as her vision came back she was now naked. The blue teddy and panties were long gone. Sabrina shot up. Sitting with her knees clutched close to her chest and arms wrapped around her to try to cover herself up. The room she was in was a shiny chrome circular area, no bigger than a bedroom. No sign of doors or windows along the smooth walls, just a ring of white light above illuminating the room. Sabrina questioning where she was, a tad silly, it was aliens. It had to be. Who else would beam her up in the middle of the night?

All logic should say this wasn’t happening, a trick of her mind, Sabrina clearly must’ve passed out in the living room if not while she was outside, none of this should be real. But that low hum of an alien engine stirring below where she sat bare assed on the floor along with the very real feeling of being watched from an unknown location made her defy that sort of logic. This was alien for sure, what kind of alien she did not know, but that fear of being anal probed was now very real. Not that she never experienced anal before.

The very center of the ceiling opened up a small circular hole, Sabrina hearing it open looked up to see a metal pole be pushed downward, a red node at the tip lighting up and started to scan Sabrina’s body in red light. The device stopped part way, rattling off a phrase in a language the blonde singer did not know, never expecting it to know English. Spots along the walls started to glow blue and yellow, blinking in and out everywhere before Sabrina felt her body be picked up again. 

She floated into the air, arms and legs being pulled away to her surprise. Now in the center of the room her naked body was exposed, forced to pose like she was making a snow angel standing up. The red scanner started back up again, her eyes watching where it went, the red light going over each bit, scanning her body carefully. Sabrina feeling like a piece of meat being observed in such a state. From head to toe, she was processed, a screen behind one section of the wall on the other side showing those who abducted her what data it picked up. Her limbs began to bend and twist faintly, being made to make a split mid air yet stopped before her body strained against it, even her butt cheeks were spread apart, allowing the device to scan her asshole.

When it scanned her face, a screen came to view inside the room, flashing before her eyes millions of photos of people around the world as it scanned her facial features, narrowing down its search until it got a hit, and a photo of Sabrina on stage came to view. Sabrina was surprised, yet flattered it picked a good photo at least. Flashes of her music career began to go over the screen, from music videos to interviews, all rapid single second transitions that got faster until it stopped, Sabrina being puzzled by this yet it looked her over once more.

::EXTERNAL SCAN COMPLETE::

The device that scanned her spoke at her, only doing so in a stale, robotic version of her own voice.

::DEPART FOR MOLDING CENTER::

Sabrina’s eyes darted around, wondering what they meant. Another circle hole opened up, this time in part of the round walls, large enough to fit Sabrina right through in her current position. A small drone the size of a football lowered from the first hole, turning on a blue light like the ones on the wall and it started to pull her away through the created doorway. Never leaving her current pose. 

Startled, and scared, unable to cover herself while being dragged deeper into the spacecraft, she felt as if eyes were everywhere yet she saw no one watching, the few that were, are hidden rather well from her view. Further and further they went, seemingly in circles with every surface seeming to be chrome and nothing else. The ship is still in low orbit of the planet but with no windows to the outside world Sabrina did not know that. Only knowing she was being taken to another room. This, ‘Molding center’ as her robotic voice called it, was another round shaped room much like the first, only the middle was filled with this large machine, a circle pad filled with some kind of cream colored substance, and above was a matching sized pad with said substance aligned to it. 

Relief of there being no anal probe only lasting for a few seconds before the drone that brought her there pulled her over and laid her horizontal between the two pads. Its blue light turned off and she fell directly atop the pad of cream colored concoction below her. It too was cold against her bare skin, only a bit wet, and soft, this odd squish to it like she was on a water bed only the texture was somehow like Jello on the surface.

“H-hello?” She called out, hoping someone could answer. “Can someone or something explain what’s happening?”

::PROCESSING:: 

Sabrina heard her voice speak back at her through static. “Processing me?” She asked….herself she supposed. 

::AFFIRMATIVE:: 

“Am I about to get cut open??” Sabrina tried to get up but felt her limbs were too weak to get up.

::NEGATIVE:: 

“THEN WHAT?!?!” She shouted.

The voice went silent. Sabrina wondered what was happening, yet fear did not make her worry, only how long the response took to get back to her. The drone lowering down to see her again, Sabrina turning her head to see it.

::WE ARE NOT PERMITTED TO TAKE YOU FROM PLANET:: 

Sabrina realized the tone of her robotic voice, it was less a program now, and more of a real creature using her voice to speak to her.

::SO WE REPLICATE AND TAKE WHAT YOU CALL CLONE WITH US::

“....clone?” She started to get the idea.

::BEGIN MOLDING::

The circle above her rose a small bit, her eyes going wide, and it came crashing down on top of her. Sabrina’s vision went dark, feeling this Jello-like substance wrap around her body before the outer layers broke and felt more liquid than solid. Her entire body encased in it. The pressed machine grew brighter, making the inside translucent, both for her and for her captors to watch her body float in the middle of this mold. That initial wave of panic left her, discovering even though submerged in this gelatinous mass, she could still breathe just fine, gaining some control of her limbs yet went nowhere, as if swimming in place. The mass began to stuff her holes, pushing into her mouth, vagina, and anus all at once. To Sabrina it was painless; intrusive, but painless, not quite the anal probe she was expecting. Slipping inside her almost like tentacles without issue.

The further they went, the more of her internals they explored, Sabrina feeling the half fluid, half solid push into her womb, pushing itself to fill her up. It was no rape to her mind, their movement less sexual or penetrating and more technical, not stopping to get itself or herself for that matter off. She squirmed and wanted to scream but the substance inside her mouth cut her off, thrusting deeper into her throat than any cock she had before. Surprised she was able to take it, not even feeling like she was choking on it or anything. 

Some of it around her nipples started toying and pressing into her, locating the tiny ducts along each nipple to slighter its way inside each tit, Sabrina feeling it like it was trying to force her to produce milk. Almost forgetting her anus was being stretched out until she felt it slither up her intestines, looking for more info she assumed. Her clit was also being stimulated, the substance learning where every sensitive spot along her flesh was both inside and out. Part of her wanted to like it, to be used in ways never before felt by her, but Sabrina felt the solid parts of it get harder, what was inside now slipping out, fear entering her mind once more, as it started to get dark again, losing all feeling of control with the gelatin getting hard as rock.

Once trapped in pure white, now encased in pure darkness. A terror that ran in her mind, too scared to scream for help, before an air tight seal broke loose, the top half of the machine now coming off. 

Looking up at it, she saw an expression of her face look back at her, the top half perfectly molded to the front of her body, Sabrina being picked up by the drone and lifted out of the other half, Sabrina getting a chance to look at the other half, both ends now purely solid, losing some of its color, while it got a perfect indent of her ass in it.

“My ass is that big?” Sabrina took notice.

::AFFIRMATIVE::

It spoke up again.

“Damn.” Sabrina looked at it.

::BEGIN CLONING PROCESSES::

Sabrina felt her body be dropped on the floor, landing softly but still stood up on her bare feet, not caring she was naked now, they were making a nude clone of her anyways. A strange nozzle was lowered near her, aimed directly at the empty space she was just in. a white mix started spitting out from the nozzle like a fire hose, filling in the lower half of the mold until it reached the top, Sabrina watching carefully, while it retracted upon completion and the other half of the machine came back down sandwiching it together. It reverberated and spun in place, Sabrina unable to see what was happening inside. Then again would she have wanted to see herself be created like this? To watch her internal organs be created in front of her eyes? Hell to see her eyes be created? 

::CLONING COMPLETE::

A faint bit of steam rose from the halves of the machine breaking apart again. Clouds of vapors of unknown origin or scent floating past her, before seeing the end result which blew her away.

Laying snuggly in the mold: was Sabrina Carpenter. Like a literal, 1:1 copy of Sabrina Carpenter. Sabrina looked at herself laying there with her eyes closed, shocked at how it seemed to have captured every bit of her down to the last freckle along her skin. Startled as she looked down at her vagina, being able to see exactly where she nicked herself while shaving her pubic hairs just that morning in the shower. The detail of this clone was disturbingly impressive. Wondering if that extended to her insides where the substance entered?

Sabrina suddenly rose up, Sabrina jumping back at herself coming to life. This clone sat upright, glancing around the room yet the original Sabrina noticed something. Her eyes were pure white, nothing behind them, Clone Sabrina nothing more than a husk of herself. Yet pushed up and out of her mold before falling to the ground, not having any real motor function in her legs.

“Shit hold on.” Sabrina helped herself up.

Both Carpenter’s stood up, the clone finding her balance thanks to the original helping. Sabrina taking baby steps to get used to her legs, while Sabrina started to let go, this clone quickly gained control and headed mindlessly towards one side of the room. 

::PREPARE NEXT CLONE::

The alien machine pulled over the nozzle again, beginning to fill it up for another Sabrina clone. While Sabrina followed her first clone, a doorway opened up in the chrome wall for her to enter. Eyes on her ass for a little bit, not knowing when she could get such a high quality look at her own ass again. Before she turned her head to the right and got startled once more. 

Standing idly with pure white eyes in a small glass encasing, was a naked Taylor Swift. Sabrina was shocked, a part of her hoping it was a clone like the other Sabrina was but even still, she never saw Taylor naked before. If this being an exact clone then her friend looked quite impressive naked. The mega pop star stood idly in that small glass case, Sabrina taking a step back and seeing right next to her was A busty blonde girl, Sabrina looking up to see names above each person, realizing she was looking at Sydney Sweeney. 

::PREPARE NEXT CLONE::

The Machine went off again, Sabrina turning to see that another clone of her was now walking naked past her, the same white eyes as the first and the two women she saw. Realizing this entire corridor was just filled with clones of women. Girls she knew, girls she only heard of, skinny ones, fat ones, white, brown, black, they were going as far as she could see. Sabrina witnessed her clones enter an empty case, her name being created above while they tucked away, Sabrina assuming the other clone was further in.

“The hell is this?” Sabrina muttered to herself.

::BUSINESS::

Her voice came out of a speaker hidden above.

“What business?” Sabrina looked around.

::SEX BUSINESS::

“Se-wait!” Sabrina felt dumb not putting it together. “You’re selling my clones for sex?”

::NOT TRUE::

It spoke again

“Then what?” She got frustrated.

::SPACE HOOKERS::

“....wow.” Sabrina crossed her arms covering her breasts. “My first encounter with aliens and it’s to make me a prostitute in space.

::NEGATIVE::

“So why am I not a space hooker?”

::NOT FIRST TIME HERE::

“Excuse me?”

::SABRINA MODEL INTRODUCED TWO EARTH YEARS AGO::

“So why clone me?” She was confused.

::TOO POPULAR. NEEDED MORE CLONES FOR OPERATION::

“Jesus.” Sabrina felt used in a strange way. “Well I won’t allow it.”

::WE KNOW::

“Good.”

::THIS IS WHY YOU WON’T REMEMBER::

“Wa-”

A needle pricked the back of her neck. Injecting her with some unknown liquid. Sabrina feeling lightheaded, the room getting dark again as she fell to the ground unconscious, the robotic arm that injected her now going down to the floor to scan her head, confirming the brain was still intact. Two more Sabrina clones had appeared. Grabbing the original and pulling her up while the arm swapped from a needle to a more stronger scanner. Circling her unconscious head, it scanned her brain for activity, learning of her memories and what’s changed since they last scanned it. Finding the last hour of her life and with a flash it was gone.

Sabrina woke up to the sound of birds chirping, seemingly sleeping through any alarms she had. Lifting herself up, she stretched with a yawn in her throat feeling refreshed in her bed. Pondering for a second when she went to bed last night. A handful of restless nights must’ve made her crash so hard she forgot. Whatever the case, all she was thinking about was her morning coffee and debating if she should have fruit or eggs for breakfast.

Heading into the bathroom, she splashed a little cold water on her face from the sink, washing away any dirt that gathered on her face overnight, not knowing somewhere else, thousands if not millions of light years away, that Sabrina was doing the exact same thing. Except Sabrina was washing what she assumed was alien jizz off her face. This clone being quickly put on the market with a client demanding a new one after he broke his first Sabrina. This Carpenter clone was sighing, only a few earth hours in and she was questioning how long until her body would already break, unaware the original settled on eggs for breakfast, neither recalling what happened last night, only that they had work to be done.

Just so happens for it to be two different types of work…

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The lights flickered on, bustling cars driving and honking every three seconds with the dense evening traffic getting worse each day it felt. Daniel wandered into his little apartment and bee-lined for his kitchenette, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer. Work was hell, people were hellish, and his boss was on his back for half his shift for mistakes not made by him. So the cold beer he started downing was enough to calm his nerves long enough to know it was only one day. Sighing after drinking almost half a bottle already. 

Putting his briefcase on the small counter he had, Daniel pulled out the mail he grabbed on his way up, thumbing it over to see what wasn’t a bill or spam mail. Spotting a new pamphlet for the pizza place down the ways he liked, and what new discounts they had, Daniel thinking pizza sounded good. Grabbing his phone he ordered a large with Pepperoni, mushrooms, sausage and black olives. Throwing in a side of iced cinnamon bread to get the discount.

As he leaned against the counter, ending the call to expect his pizza in 30 minutes or less, he took a drink of his beer while glancing out the window, that was right against the wall where said kitchenette started and the living room ended. Any other day, he wouldn’t think twice of it, more recently there was a couple that took up the place next to him. A small 3 story apartment building that added another apartment on top giving part of the roof as a private patio area, which lined up evenly with his fourth story apartment even if there was an alleyway separating the two buildings. This roof condo had been mostly empty until a month or so ago, Daniel seeing potted plants, lights strung up, even a small party one night, but today, he saw a tub out on the patio, and a woman walking out in a robe.

Daniel hadn’t met Anya directly, only hearing about the Taylor-Joy couple when they first moved in by a neighbor in his own apartment being invited next door. She and her husband moving there for work related reasons yet he hardly saw either one, not even on their own patio outside of catching a glimpse of their party back when they first arrived. But this tub was new, one of those older white tubs with feet on the bottom for a somewhat easy move. Tucked into a corner of the patio next to some potted flowers and one of the poles holding up the string lights. And Anya in her loose fitting white robe was filling it up with soap and water.

She didn’t seem to notice that Daniel was watching, curtains on his end and her back turned against him mostly preventing him from being caught. Daniel wasn’t even sure why he was watching her like this, she was married after all, and he’d never even met the woman. He could close his blinds right now and not think for a second about it. Knowing there was other things he could do, like waiting for his pizza, finishing his beer, watching her disrobe…. Holy shit she was getting naked.

Her back still turned, and the tub mostly full, Anya undid the robe’s belt, opening it up to let it slide off her shoulders and slip down her arms. Not seeming to care she was out in the open, Daniel, assuming her logic was that the tall buildings around her acted as coverage, not expecting someone like Daniel to be at just the right position to watch. Even with her back to him, and various plants along the edge of the patio wall, he was still able to see her naked. Anya walking forward to a patio chair to toss her robe over, walking barefoot along concrete ground, Daniel getting an incredible view of her pale ass. A little bit of guilt watching a married woman, but kept telling himself if she didn’t want to be seen, she wouldn’t have put a bathtub on her patio. Turning ever so gently towards the tub to show off part of her front in his direction to her unknowing actions. A pale tit with her nipples getting hard in a breeze coming through between their buildings coming to his view. Keeping his body tucked behind the curtains to avoid her catching him, while she worked her way into the tub.

He assumed the water was warm, Anya turning her back to him again to sit in the tub facing her apartment. A gentle rise of steam leaving the tub while she sat and let the bubbles engulf her body. Daniel stepped out a little, Anya paying no mind to the world while she grabbed a wash cloth she had rested along the rim of her tub. He was a little nervous, but still watched, the sheer fact she was bathing out like this was more than enough to look, least to wait for his pizza. 

Finishing his beer, Daniel tossed it in the trash and went back to the window, Anya simply washing herself like it was normal. Most of what she was doing was covered up by a thick layer of bubbles, her head resting along the edge for support, raising her arms above the water to wash them with the cloth. Taking her sweet time along each arm. The sunlight, having a golden hue from it starting to set for the night. Daniel saw the string lights around them turning on ahead of the sun going down. Anya glancing around, Daniel only seeing the back of her head. She ran some water along her hair, letting the soap sit in her bleach blonde hair. Hands scratching her scalp to get it in.

Neither one of them moved from where they were, Anya continuing her bath, Daniel watching from afar. Feeling his pants grow a small tent from his own arousal of the whole scene. It didn’t seem wrong, he couldn’t even see anything right now. Just a guy watching his neighbor from across an ally doing her own thing. 

Suddenly there was movement in the apartment, a light flickered on, and a person walked around. Daniel, not wanting to get caught, hid back to the side, the patio sliding door opened and out came who he assumed was Anya’s husband. Marvin? Malcolm? Mark? Again he never met them directly, but Anya at least waved at her husband and he came over. Grabbing one of the metal chairs out there along with him.

He sat a foot away from the bathtub, Anya shifted her body to sit up, crossing her arms over the tub’s edge to rest her head atop them facing her husband. From where Daniel was, he could not make out the words they were saying, clearly in a conversation of each other’s day while he watched on. Simple chatting from one another, a light giggle as best he could make out here and there, stress washing away in every form, her husband clearly enjoying the view of his wife in a tub. Daniel watching awkwardly, starting to wonder if he should keep going, or turn and wait for his dinner to leave them in peace.

Questions he put on pause, because the husband kissed Anya, and she pulled him in. The kiss deepened quickly, becoming more urgent like they haven’t seen each other in days. Thinking  he must’ve said something to turn her on to the point of making him get soapy water on his clothes. 

He stood up, Anya standing with him, Daniel getting to see her soapy body as she tucked herself closer getting her husband’s clothes wet. Either still thinking no one sees them, or they don’t care at all to be spotted. All Daniel knew was her husband started to undress himself while they made out. He wasn’t all too bad in looks, no strong man but at least sorta matching her vibe with a skinnier pale body and toned abs, not muscular, but no sign of fat along his stomach. Her soap covered hands helped undo his belt to allow his pants to drop, pulling his underwear down. With a potted plant covering his junk.

Daniel knew better than to complain about his view, if he wanted clear cut views he’d watch porn, hell he should just watch porn. Yet he kept watching as Anya made a little space as her husband started to get inside the tub with her. Soap covering them both. Yet the deed was clear. Shifting together to find a good position for both, Anya sticking close to her husband, their lips meeting once more as she laid back against his chest, now facing towards his window. Daniel pushed back, not thinking his curtains were that open, yet feared them finding out he was watching and running the fun.

Both of them kissing the other tenderly, Anya gasping at something that happened under the water, the surface of the water rising and dropping rather slowly, it took little for Daniel to understand they were in the middle of some fun play. Their fun being quite arousing for what little could be seen. Wondering if they’ll get loud enough to be heard by him, or the others.

A knock on his door caught Daniel off guard. Realizing his pizza was here. He stepped back as awkwardly as he could, not wanting to get caught but also not wanting to close the blinds to make them think he was spying on them. He answered the door, a man from the pizza place he ordered from holding his food in hand, Daniel paying for his dinner and hoped the delivery boy didn’t see his tent in his pants from all the spying he did. The man was gone and a hot box of pizza in his hands, he took it over to the counter. Opening it up to see a steaming fresh pizza with everything he asked for.  Daniel opened the other box he was given and salivated at how gooey the hot icing was on fresh cinnamon bread. His temptation to eat aided by his empty stomach, yet closed each box, wanting them to cool off a little.

He returned to the window, keeping hidden while peeking out, only able to see the husband in the tub. Puzzled at first, said husband leaning back and resting his arms on either side of the tub, Daniel wondered where Anya went before realizing the husband was seemingly moaning, the water rocking around a little before emerging from underneath Anya finished giving him a blowjob. Dripping wet with her hair clinging to her head, her husband leaning down for a soapy wet kiss. 

Anya pushed herself away, only making it a few inches given the tub. Flipping around back to face his window, Daniel knew what was happening next. Saying fuck it, and pulling out his dick. Anya propped herself on all fours in the water, her husband getting on his knees carefully, both not having a lot of room to work with, but even with the bubbles still keeping good cover, her eyes closing a little and mouth gaping open was enough indication that he was penetrating her from behind. The cock clearly one she enjoyed a lot as she gripped the edge of the tub, almost losing her grip from the water along her hands. Her husband thrusting slowly inside her, the water sloshing around with each thrust, some spilling out even as they were careful not to, while Daniel stroked his own cock to the sight. Stroking it like he hadn’t jerked off in months.

Husband and wife were sharing an intimate moment, sex in a tub on a rooftop patio, Daniel having no idea this was the first time they’d had sex since the move. Anya finally getting a chance to be along with her husband Malcolm after their separate work schedules in this city kept them apart even with the move. Malcolm working his dick nicely inside her while she moaned softly, water running down her chin. Looking up towards the sky which was getting darker by the moment, eyes glossing over the buildings. Almost catching a glimpse of her voyeur neighbor if not the windows being reflective back towards her.

Daniel tucked back, fearing he was almost caught by the horny couple. Still not knowing her husband’s name. Their love making getting harder, piles of bubbles flying out of the tub onto the ground, while Daniel kept stroking his dick at a steady pace. Not thinking how hot it would be to take the husband’s place, rather, how hot it could be to sit right there and watch far closer than where he was now. Stroking and stroking. He watched them fuck from afar, the smell of hot pizza distracting him. Yet they kept fucking, even as it was getting dark. More of the soap and water splashed out, for every slip she made under the water, the more her husband thought it’d be best to take this elsewhere.

He could see them whisper, the two seemed to be getting out of the tub. Faster he jerked himself off, seeing their naked bodies covered in soap leave the tub, water dripping off both of them. Plants covering up bits while they walked over to the one robe. Using it to wash the soap off. Yet revealed their naked bodies in greater detail. Daniel losing control, aiming for the curtain next to him and as she dried her breasts he shot his load onto the fabric. Groaning and almost losing balance finally cumming. Her husband dried off as well, wrapping the robe around himself after Anya got most of the soap off her. Daniel stumbled back, her husband picking up his naked wife in his arms and carrying him over to the sliding glass doors. Taking her inside to finish their fun.

Sitting flat on his ass on the floor, Daniel recovered from his climax, his now cum stained curtains in need of a wash at some point. Part of him questioned if it was worth it, that part was shot down by his post nut high, standing up and putting his dick away. He had no idea how long they would fuck, the very least how long until they grab the husband’s clothes which they left on the patio. Least for now he had pizza. 

An hour passed, a third of the box was consumed and the last bits of cinnamon bread were on a plate right in front of him. Daniel sighed feeling full, turning on the PlayStation and went for another beer, his horrid day feeling much better now. He passed his window again, stopping with his beer in hand to see they were out there again. Anya seemingly taking his clothes back inside. While the husband pulled out a damn pizza box from the same place Daniel got his dinner from, perhaps they were too tired after fucking to make dinner for real. Anya walked over to the tub, pulling the plug at the bottom and letting it drain, her arm with some soap still on it, but she dried it off rather quickly. Even when dressed, her ass looked quite nice in pants as she joined her husband at the patio table, enjoying a late pizza dinner with the sun now down for the night. Daniel let them be for now, letting the happy couple enjoy their night together. Perhaps at some point he’d have to introduce himself.

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Olivia Holt pondered on why she said yes, questioning how any woman would call this a good date idea? That thrill of being controlled maybe? Defiance in your own free will? Or perhaps she just deep down wanted something she could never ask for organically. Yet she knew what to expect, picking up an app that promised more perverted dates, swiping on at least a dozen or more men she questioned were allowed to date let alone be near women, she stumbled upon the man she met for drinks that night. No real names were given, if he knew who she was it was purely by chance. But he never let on if he did or not, only being called The Don. Said Don at least seeming nice over drinks, making her question how he was regarded on the app being unlike other men, a bit charming, a bit polite, a bit….blurry…

She was unsure when he spiked her drink, or how long she was out, only that she stirred from her nap after being trapped there for hours already. Olivia stood naked in the middle of an empty room. The only thing in there beside her was a small handheld camera atop a tripod. Recording her the entire time she’d been restrained there. Arms above her head with her wrists tied to a rope that was held in place by one of the support beams overhead. Legs spread out a bit with her feet locked into restraints built into the floor. Two large windows on her left coated in grime which prevented anyone from looking in or out of the room, but let in the hot sun that was beating down, warmth of said sun hitting the leg that was in its path. 

Sweat dripped down her body, with no AC and a humid day in 90 degree weather Olivia felt herself slowly be dehydrated, the saliva and sweat that made it into the old rag that was used to gag her mouth being all she had to drink, forgetting when she last had water before getting drinks. Trails of sweat dripped down her back, arching along the curve of her ass, her long golden blonde hair clinging to her neck and upper back soaking in sweat, beads of perspiration scattered all across her naked body from just standing there. Her arms growing taut, the rope around her wrists starting to break skin, and she struggled to keep her head up, taking slow shallow breaths while waiting for anyone to enter the room.

The door at the other wall in her direction finally opened up after a few minutes of her being awake, The Don walked in with shorts, flip flops, an open Hawaiian shirt showing off his abs and the sweat off his own body, and was sipping a cold ice tea. The ice rattled in the glass making Olivia’s ears perk up. Seeing him walk closer, drinking his tea faster. Her eyes watching him tilt the glass up, more of the tea being consumed, the last bits entering his mouth, holding it there while lowering an empty glass with 3 semi melted ice cubes inside. Their eyes met, The Don looking over her hot, sweaty body, and swallowed his drink.

“You look hotter than last night.” He teased, Olivia not knowing if he meant hot in looks or in temp. 

The girl simply looked at him, lips wrapped around her gag, watching silently while he tilted the glass in his hand left and right. Listening to the ice rattle within, and the condensation dripped along his hand.

“Did you want some?” He tiled the glass towards her. “Sorry but I’d have to go buy more.” He pulled up a ice cube from the glass. “But I can’t just leave you, not since you requested that I take care of you today, right?” 

The Don was half right, Olivia surrendering herself to him when she agreed to the date, not expecting this to be what would happen, but she asked for it. The Don taking the ice cube between his fingers and brought it close to her nipples, each breast dripping with sweat and he placed it along one nipple sending Olivia to stir in place. Wincing at how cold it was against her hot body, yet welcomed the cold even if just on her nipple. The Don brought it to the other nipple, melting against the stiff nub of flesh, her body tingling at the feeling., even as it fully melted.

“For a girl who wanted nothing more than to submit, you really know how to hold yourself up.” The Don grabbed another ice cube. “Really not wanting to break for me huh?” 

Olivia felt the new ice cube run down from between her breasts down her stomach, breath getting short while he circled her belly button before going lower. 

“Yet here you are, whimpering at nothing but water.” He told her, the last bits of his new ice cube reaching her clit, teasing her while it melted, the water dripping down her legs. “Heaven forbid you need to pee, it would be a shame to waste all that water in your system while you struggle for a drink.”

The last ice cube was far smaller now, yet he picked it up and held it close to her face. Olivia silently begging for him to let her have it. Instead, he put it in his mouth and gave it a little crunch to break it apart. Making her a little flustered that he stopped. The Don taking his glass and putting in on the floor a few feet away from her.

“But I can’t just tease you forever.” He told her, walking around, admiring her backside, how it arched forward before reaching her ass. “Torment is what you’re wanting isn’t it?” His head leaning in to whisper in her ear from behind. “Treated like a thing rather than a human, isn’t that right?” 

Olivia stood there silently, his finger tips grazing along the sides of her hips, teasing the flesh that made up her ass. She knew what she had to do to keep this going, no chance of being set free unless she submitted, that was the agreement for their date, as she nodded her head silently in agreement.

“Such a good little bitch you are.” 

*SMACK* 

The hand smacked her left cheek.

*SMACK*

The other hand followed suit.

Back and forth, left cheek, to right cheek. Each blow his hands made with her ass made her winch and flinch against her restraints. The rope digging into her wrists and ankles, a natural flight or fight mind set making her want to jump and run out, but had no means of doing so. Instead she took the pain, feeling her ass ripple from his hand against her flesh, that pain riding up all the way to her head. The Don keeping his hands firm, each spank being controlled, not wanting to hit her too hard, he never intended to truly torture her, only going as far as she permitted. It was the rules of the app after all. There was even a safeword. Despite the fact she can’t say said safe word, not a single mumble she made did it sound like she was asking to be free.

She grunted, her ass getting red with each spank, feeling him stop just to press his chest against her backside, a couple buttons from his shirt digging into her bare skin. Both of The Don’s hands reaching from from behind, one going up, groping her breast, the other heading down to toy with the outer areas of her vagina, making sure not to insert his fingers into her pussy. Olivia simply took the molesting, preferring it over his spanks getting more painful due to her flesh getting close to raw, yet his shorts were pressed into her ass now, almost feeling the erection he had underneath. The Don pinched at her nipple, his nails long enough they almost cut into said nipple. She squirmed a little, wanting to kick her legs free as a reflex, but only made about an inch away from her initial spot before the binds that held her kept her down.

“You look so sexy when you struggle.” The Don whispered in her ear. “You seem to enjoy it too.”

Olivia’s body betrayed her fears, or her act, The Don didn’t care what it was, just that he raised the fingers that were along her vagina and showed her how wet she was. The hand that groped her tit going up to her neck, giving it a light squeeze to his delight and her panic.

“I’m going to put my fingers inside you now.” He kept his voice low and grovelly. “Only when you cum, will I let go.” Olivia felt his grip on her neck get just slightly tighter. “Understand?”

“....Mmhhhmmm.” She muttered with her mouth stuffed.

“Good girl.” 

The Don slipped his fingers inside her, already so wet from just the teasing alone. Sweat continued to beat down her skin while he kept a firm grip around her neck. Olivia taking shallow breaths in humid air, he hadn’t cut off her air just yet, but the walls of her throat did feel tighter. Focusing her attention on the pair of fingers that pushed deeper into her womanhood. Body trembling in place, unable to pull her arms down which strained along her muscles. Getting distracted by his own odd desires. Feeling his tongue dig into her right earlobe, licking around just to get a reaction from her.

“You’re so timid compared to other girls I’ve dated.” The Don let his fingers inside her get faster. “So quick to kick and scream for mercy, like they forgot how they asked for this. But you?” His hand got tighter around her neck, Olivia starting to struggle with the gag still in her mouth. “You casually asked in advance if I was spiking your drink. And then you downed every, single, one that I got you like a champ, as if you were waiting for the one that was spiked. You can act like you hate this, but why are you so turned on by it?”

Olivia gagged, airways getting cut off, yet still responded to The Don’s fingers curling in her pussy. Taking his sweet time in both hands to torment her. Further and further he went, Olivia’s eyes fluttering from her body growing weak, vision getting weak, spit dripping from the corner of her lip, tension building between her legs. His cock strained in his shorts, begging for a release yet that only turned him on more, biting down gently into her shoulder. Sinking his teeth gently down into her flesh the longer she held off. The woman losing control of herself, Olivia forcing herself to cum, thinking of anything that could help make it go faster, thoughts of good sex, bad sex, the hottest fantasies she could think of, anything really. A drop of blood started to drip down her skin along the rest of her sweat, vision going dark, and pussy wet as can be, finally letting go of her emotions and cumming.

Her muffled screams through the gag echoed around the room, The Don stopping his bite along her flesh to let her cries be of her climax, not of her pain. Yet the screams were strained by the hand around her throat cutting off air, Olivia simply shutting her eyes, clenching her legs tight around the hand that fingered her, she even let out a little squirt from the strain from the climax. Cumming for the first time in what felt like ages, the aforementioned camera capturing her tormented orgasm through it all, her cries of pleasure turning to cries of pain, and into straight crying.

As her orgasm subsided her head bowed down and she cried, The Don letting go of her neck, watching her slightly slump forward in exhaustion. Olivia crying her heart out over how much it all was. The Don looking over and watching as tears started to drip from her eyes to the floor, the bite marks on her shoulder looking a bit rough, but very little blood actually spilled. 

He walked around her, standing at an angle so he was in shot of the camera yet it could still see Olivia. Reaching over to lift her head up with his hand, Olivia sobbing at the relief of being done, her eyes bloodshot and watery, looking him in the eye as if silently asking if they were done. The Don said nothing, looking over her, and the tears that dripped down her face, and getting her gag damp. Quick breaths could be heard under her, struggling to contain her emotions. Yet The Don still said nothing, just watching her tears as they rolled down her face.

He leaned in, sticking his tongue out. Olivia was confused at first, but felt his tongue lick along her cheek, lapping up her tears into his mouth. The salty fluid mixed with what little of her make up was left along her cheeks being consumed by The Don, moving to lick the other cheek as well for the same reason. The longer Olivia cried, the longer his tongue lingered, drinking up her tears like he was desperate for them. When Olivia stopped crying, The Don started biting into the side of her gag to try to drink up the soaked tears from it. His hands now along her hips, holding her tentatively, doing everything he could to enjoy her. Before finally pulling back, keeping his hand under her chin.

“Good girl.” He told her. Stepping back to turn off the camera.

She felt time past far quicker now, pushing herself past him on shaky legs as he pulled her off the restraints, limping out the room with him before seeing the glass doors in the next room leading to a pool. Not caring for her lack of clothes, she forced herself out, The Don only catching up as she jumped right into the pool. The cold water bathing her sweaty body to her immediate relief. Letting herself sink down until her bare ass was sitting on the bottom of the pool, this shock of coldness kept her content despite not getting a lot of air on the way down. The Don standing there and watching, waiting for her to ascend, until she finally pushed her head above water, catching her breath yet still very relieved.

“You’re feeling much better already.” The Don knelt down by the side of the pool, Olivia slowly swimming over.

“I just hope your teeth didn't leave a permanent scar on me.” Olivia commented, feeling the chlorine in the water sting along her shoulder where he bit into her.

A little something to remember me by.” He teased. “Assuming you don't want a second date.”

“I'll definitely take that date.” Olivia leaned against the edge of the shallow end. “Just maybe give me more of a heads up on the drugs.”

“And ruin the fun?” The Don started to undo his shorts, slipping them off and finally letting his cock burst out. 

Olivia watched him kick his shorts away, exposing the cock that she felt behind her. Sitting down on the edge of the pool The Don let his legs dangle in the water on either side of Olivia, who watched his dick throb in dire need of care.

“Go ahead.” He told her. “Suck it.”

Her body was still weak, yet part of her knew it was the right thing to do, he made her cum after all, it was only fair to return the favor. Leaning down and opening her mouth, taking the penis inside. Gently bobbing her head on the cock, wanting this to be in her control, her decision to please The Don. Even as his hand ran along her hair, calling her a good girl once more as she obeyed his request for a blowjob.

She may not know what compelled her to say yes the first time around. But now she knows she’d say it again if he asked…

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There was nothing out of the ordinary to her, just a regular Monday morning in New York City. What more could G Hannelius ask for? She woke up, ate at home with her journal, and before heading out for the day, went for a jog in the park. She’d go only so far, 2 miles here, 3 miles there. Cutting through the park as one does for a bit of fresh air in the smog-filled Big Apple. Just as any other day, she dressed in loose fitting but yet skimpy clothing for her jog, a pair of baby blue shorts that cut off at her upper thigh, a white crop top that exposed her midriff, an old but cute pair of daisy yellow sneakers that she’d had for years. 3 times a week, every week, she jogged through her neighborhood in the morning. The route was pretty straightforward, with the occasional deviation for cars, road work, and the farmers market, taking a chunk of her run into Central Park as well. Genevieve lived a simple but wonderful life, most of her work was online and remote thanks to her successful nail care brand, stepping mostly away from the Hollywood life, yet making a small name for herself once more with a recent EP and possibly more.

Given her normal route, she would notice all the things that popped up along her way, on her first jog of the week, she’d always see a bagel cart parked off along the entrance to the park, always tempted to run back around a grab one if she wanted to. On her Friday jog, she’d pass a small playground where the same mom group would meet for a sort of play date. But on Monday jogs, she’d have a running buddy. She didn't know much about him, he’d intersect with her at a crossroads in the park and they’d run for about 6 minutes along the same path, he’d go ahead at first, probably not wanting her to think he was stalking her. But after a few weeks of seeing each other, he’d get more comfortable running side by side, never really speaking, they’d hit another split in the road and they’d run their separate ways to finish their respective routes.

Genevieve did pick up a few things, he was college-age, say 22-23 at least. Wore an NYU hoodie a couple of times on colder days, was very much on the shy side, and even getting used to her. He rarely spoke. She was the first to break the silence they’d created for themselves by asking about his hair one day, noticing his long dark hair had been cut down a few inches. He appreciated the comment, and they ran their separate ways. Another day they found each other, he broke the air and casually asked if she lived there long. She was honest and he confessed to his first year at NYU after two years of community college. They split again, and multiple times they found each other over the next few weeks, they’d make small talk over little things in their little time alongside each other. How’s your day? The weather looked nice, she recommended a coffee place down the road, never seen him but knew he had gone after he told her.

It came to be on that Monday in particular, in her baby blue shorts and white crop top, that a move would be made. As he ran up to her and joined their little stretch of road, quick to match her pace and run side by side.

“Morning.” He greeted her as always.

“Morning,” she replied between breaths, they jogged a good few yards before she popped a question. “Got some free time right now?” 

“Yeah I would say so,” he replied looking at his smart watch. 

“You know the Loch waterfall?” She asked for his knowledge of the park.

“Yeah, I know that spot.” He told her.

“Race you there?” She asked

“You’re on.” He bolted ahead, Genevieve quickly realizing she needed to catch up. Running up to join him in the race. They ran fast and passed multiple other people heading towards The Loch River in the park. 

Their little race was fun, testing out how well each of them was progressing in their workout routines. Genevieve took the lead reaching a bend, there was a less beaten path along the river that got them pretty close to the waterfall without being stuck with the rest of the people there. Upon understanding what the change in path was for, he ran further up ahead and passed her. The two reach a dead end in the path. The waterfall itself was about 30 feet away and dove down a bit, the patch of land G had led him to had a small bench to view the falls from afar without the crowds, something she found one day out of child-like curiosity. They caught their breath, G catching up to him and sat on the bench. He tucked his shirt up and patted away the sweat off his head with his shirt. Genevieve turned her head to see his abs underneath as he cools himself off. Not quite ripped, but was well toned from all the running which had burned away the fat on his body. He caught her gaze, seemingly happy to at least show off his progress as she blushed.

“Could let this dry a little.” He gestured to the clear wet spot from his sweat, removing his shirt fully and tossing it over the bench, sitting beside her as she avoided taking too many direct glances at him.

“I’d do the same but…you know.” she joked, pointing to her shirt as sweat beat down along her skin. Opting out of a bra that day.

They each sighed, leaning back on the bench to watch the waterfall from afar. The crisp sound of crashing water pouring down with rustling trees in the wind, followed by the occasional bird chirping, made the break quite relaxing.

“Come here often?” He was curious about her life.

“this spot? Not really, once or twice over the years but…it does feel rather calming.” She looked over the brush to see the fall in the distance “You?” She asked the same of him.

“I knew this area but not this spot.” He told her. “Look um….” He paused, neither giving their names before.

“Genevieve.” She informally introduced herself.

“Mike.” He gently waved at her. “Would you know if people come here often then?”

Genevieve looked around, seeing faint cobwebs and moss scattered around and on the bench they sat on. “Not that I can tell.” She deduced.

“I see,” Mike leaned back, the old wood brushing against his back and feeling oddly exposed despite him only taking his shirt off for an audience of one.

“Were you hoping for more?” G asked him.

“Oh no,” Mike blushed. “I just get a little flustered is all.” 

Genevieve was about to guess what he meant, only to look down in an attempt to distract her from staring at his pecs to spot down below his growing erection, darting her eyes away to let him be, yet it did not make the situation any more….sexualy charged. Yeah that was the right term. How could it not? They both barely knew each other, neither of them stopping their little song and dance over jogging on the same path, even if she just got his name, there was surely some form of feelings for her lodged deep down in his mind. G couldn’t deny the lingering thought of him either, turning her head back to look at his growing tent. Mike, catching her gaze and realizing he was hard, started to cover up as if a hand over his shorts would help.

But she stopped him, by god she stopped him. Grabbing the hand that tried to cover himself. Their eyes meeting while she let his tent just be there in the open.

“I got nothing happening for a while.” G confessed. “You?”

“Uh, I-I-I got…yeah same here.” He stuttered out.

“Just this once?” She asked.

“Doing it or just here?” Mike was catching on quickly.

“Let’s play it by ear.” G pushed herself over and straddled him. Hungerly kissing him.

Their lips met in a flurry of kisses from this strange pent up desire that only bubbled up now that they were together for more than five minutes. All of it was out of place for both of them yet it felt so…right. Like two lovers embracing after not seeing each other for months. Hands quick to explore each other, Mike’s hands toyed at the hem of her shirt, G giving him permission to remove it as she raised her arms up, Mike slipping it off to reveal her lack of bra, joining him in being topless. His erection only growing and being felt underneath G through both of their shorts, teasing her, while her own hands wandered around his abs, his toned body belonging to her for a few minutes.

He cupped her breasts, thumbs pressed against her nipples getting them hard, her soft moans into his lips a clear indication she was enjoying it. Kissing his way down her chest Genevieve looked up into the trees, a gentle breeze made the branches sway, birds chirped from places she could not see, and not a single other person was in sight, assuring her that they could be alone, yet did not mean they could stay alone forever.

Mike pushed them off the bench, a bit of wood was threatening to splinter into his back, G realizing what he was doing and went along with it. She felt herself backing up, almost slipping with the dirt giving way the closer they got to the edge of the area before it turned downwards towards water. Finding her balance, G squatted down running her hands along his shorts, undoing the zipper to reveal the cock that had begged for freedom, only to trap it between her lips. This burning desire to show him a good time quickly made Mike moan from pleasure.

She sucked in several inches, not caring for size, just for his meat. A light musk of sweat filling her nose, ignoring it on account of them running here so it would be rude to say he needed to clean himself when she had her own sweat beating down her back from their race. Feeling the tip hit the back of her throat. Mike stood there watching, too caught up in her blowing him to care to do anything else, simply watching her do her thing, occasionally looking up to see Mike and smiling with a mouth full of dick. Eyes darting to the side hearing a bird chirping loudly as if startled, thankfully no one was there…yet.

“Want to fuck me?” G pulled the cock out and stroked it with her hands.

“More than anything.” moaned Mike.

Genevieve stood up and turned around, undoing her shorts to push them down with a shimmy, Mike getting a good view of her nice ass. He pushed his own shorts down a bit and stepped forward, G leaning forward to brace her hands against a nearby tree, presenting her ass to him. His hands gripped the sides of her hips and lined up to penetrate her. Genevieve closing her eyes and moaning at his cock pushing into her. Griping onto the tree and feeling the bark in her palms.

“Fuck” She moaned under her breath.

Mike pushed himself balls deep into her, rocking them both while she held on for support. Every inch rocking her world, unaware of how much she needed this until now. Mike just happy to be with a woman again, forgetting the last time he had sex, both silently agreeing it was the first time either of them fucked in a public park before. The sound of birds and rustling leaves in the wind covered G’s growing moans while she shook the tree she held onto. Mouth in an O shape, and eyes shut tightly while letting Mike have his way with her.

Their backs were against the small beaten path that went off the main road, both of them trusting that no one came this way as means to stay hidden, or hear the shock of someone seeing Mike’s bare ass first. One of his hands feeling up her body and cupping a breast while they fucked in this standing doggy style position. More and more they went on, fucking like rabbits while pondering if a rabbit lived nearby. G felt leaves hit her back, realizing she was shaking the tree so much a few of them were falling down. Laughing it off as a small hazard of fucking out in the open as such. Shifting her legs a little, she mostly worked off of what Mike was doing, his hips meeting her ass cheeks, testing the waters to get more rough yet never going too hard, uncertain how far she wanted to go even here. 

Knees felt weak, pussy clenching against his cock, Genevieve feeling an intense orgasm rock through her. Her moans growing more animalistic, crying for more yet knew she didn’t have the time, the sweat from her run now turning to sweat from their fucking. Mike was getting flustered, feeling his own orgasm start to build up.

“I’m close.” He cried out.

“Pull out.” G told him.

“Fuck!” Mike pushed himself out of G’s pussy.

Aiming his cock downward, still pressed against her ass with the dick brushing her leg, he jerked off just for a second before letting go, his sperm shooting out onto the dirt below her. Genevieve looked down, seeing white strands of cum land onto some plants, cock still against her inner thigh she could feel it pulse down to the last drips which started to go down her leg instead. He leaned over her, recovering from said orgasm, while trying not to put his whole weight on top of her. The woman pushed herself up, Mike stepping back a foot, while G felt the semen on her leg run down and hit her shorts. Pulling them up as Mike grew sad seeing her ass vanish under the fabric.

“God I needed that.” Genevieve exclaimed.

“Yeah, me too.” Mike was too flustered to think of much else, almost forgetting to put his shorts back up. 

“Could use a good meal after all that.” She walked back to the bench and picked up her shirt.

“I could come with?” He offered, following her to grab his own shirt.

“Tell you what.” Genevieve dressed herself. “Next week, when we go jogging, just follow me instead of your normal route. And we can finish our jog at my place for a little something extra.”

She broke the small gap between them and kissed him on the lips again, still surprising herself she wanted to invite him home after barely knowing each other, but still felt right considering she just fucked him. Genevieve started running out of the little pocket of land they were in, rejoining the main road while Mike put his clothes back on. A smirk across her face and her skin feeling like it was glowing as Genevieve returned to her normal jogging path. Excited for next week.

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It was the door closing that woke her up, Bryce raising her tired head and glancing at the empty spot next to her in bed, the man she was with clearly being the one that left. Sheets tangled around her bare legs while her torso was exposed to the cool morning air the open window brought in. not knowing the time it was now, only what time was lost last night.

Bryce Dallas Howard exhaled slowly, pressing the palm of her hand over her eyes as she woke up. Lifting herself to sit in bed with her breasts out, feeling the slight stain of semen from where he came last night against her stomach, questioning if he even said a word to her as he left. She was growing tired, not of men, but of nights like last night. Brief, passionless, a drunken suggestion to hook up only for him to tend to himself and either leave that same night or slip out like today. She chased for something more, a relationship being one thing, but she wanted something else, an itch for a turn on she had not figured out yet, leaning back and using her fingers to toy with her clit, she debated on masturbating, finishing herself after that bastard failed the job last night, but reframed from it, opting for a date with a shower instead.

Washing off the last remains of last night off her body, Bryce returned to the question at hand, thinking it over what to do about her needs. Even now she debated taking the shower head off the wall and showing herself a good time like normal. Yet that wasn’t the point, she didn’t want an aimless night chasing men that cum before she does, and finishing herself later. She wanted an experience that made her orgasm the very same night. It wasn’t a blame towards men, it was a blame towards not making her desires be met when she wanted them. There was only a matter of how.

By late afternoon she was scrolling through yet another dating app, searching for a hook up. Swiping left, and left, toyed a right but saw he was ALT-right and swiped left. Then left again, before placing the phone down screen to the counter. They all started to blend in together, and might be half the reason she couldn’t find a good lover. Bryce mulled over what to do, where to go, what she wanted….she wanted sugar. That was a good place to start. She knew a spot too. None of this solved her problem, but at least taking a walk gave her some control over what she could do.

People were starting to head home across the streets of LA for the day while she walked out of her local bakery, leaving the fresh smell of cakes and chocolate for that light smog and shit scented air of a city in need of cleaning. Distracting herself with one of the large cookies she ordered and taking a bite as she walked home. The buttery goodness melted in her mouth helping her relax, contemplating just not seeing anyone for a few weeks to refresh herself. And passed by a small shop that lit its neon signs up as she passed for the night which caught her attention.

Bryce had walked past this shop countless times in the past, never paying it mind due to never seeing the lights be turned on. But she paused and gazed up at the pink and blue neon that read out XXX in flashing ways to allure people inside, which seemed to be working with Bryce. Glancing at the windows and telling it was one of those adult stores mother always told her never to go into as a kid. But Bryce felt oddly compelled to, if not for the need of a toy, than for the thrill of it.

The overhead bell chimed faintly behind her as the door shut, Bryce just standing there, letting her eyes adjust to the slightly darker room. It was smaller than it looked outside, cozy almost, if not for the black leather that hanged a few feet away, or the lone store employee reading what was clearly a porno mag while waiting for customers, giving Bryce an acknowledging nod before returning to her book, not caring to intervene unless she had questions.

Bryce started to walk down the aisles, noticing some items she knew of already, the lingerie selections, little roleplay outfits like maids or cheerleaders, a non copyright infringing slave outfit from that one movie that the store cannot obtain legal rights to call it what it is. Soon reaching the aisle where toys were at, mostly boxes of dildos and fleshlights, fuzzy handcuffs and ball gags, all things she either knew of or partaked in, mostly the small vibrators. Going further she saw a wall of porno mags and erotic books, next to larger items such as sex swings and full on BDSM at home kits. That realization that she was in here started to kick in, and pondered to what she was looking for.

Another smaller section held masks, Bryce glancing them over, wondering if mystery was her itch to scratch? Hiding her face and meeting strangers, or perhaps it was more of the tropes of old romance novels. That stranger in the night in a dark mask swooping in and having his way with the Lord’s daughter in a looming tower, seeing rope for bondage just across from the masks, thinking more of a 50 shades theme than anything with such tied up fetishes. But Bryce still had questions. None of which she could ask here without sounding like she had no idea what she was talking about, which was partly true, but that didn’t mean she wanted to admit it. Her hand lingering along one type of rope, feeling it along her finger tips, pondering what to do.

“First time?”

Bryce retracted her hand, turning sharply and freezing in place at being caught. It wasn’t the employee that caught her, rather it was another girl. Her dark hair hid her face at first, but the baggy clothing she had on sort of gave her away, as Billie Eilish stepped forward towards Bryce while the older woman tried to glance around. Spotting the box in Billie’s hand of what appeared to be some kind of monster dildo. Darting her eyes back up to see the waiting gaze of Billie.

“That obvious?” Bryce’s voice cracked a little.

“Like everything you see is some kind of art exhibit and you’re hoping someone is gonna come over and explain it to you.” Billie stood beside Bryce, looking over the ropes she was checking out. “Looking to control someone? Or be controlled?”

“...Just browsing.” Bryce tried to walk away, hand clenching her bag of cookies almost breaking them.

“Hey there’s no shame here.” Billie raised her hands up like trying to disway her. “We all come in looking around, but at the end of the day we come out with something we didn’t know we wanted until seeing it.”

“Like that?” Bryce pointed to the box in Billie’s hand.

“Oh this is just adding to my collection.” Billie shrugged it off.

“So what do you suggest?" Bryce looked about the area.

“Well if you have no idea where to start?” Billie chuckled. “How about we give you a way to test the waters?” 

Bryce looked at Billie’s free hand, a business card magically appearing between her fingers. The older woman of the two reluctantly reaching out and grabbing the card, seeing a sleek silhouette of a woman atop the name.

“Love house?” Bryce questioned it.

“Cheesy in name, yes,” Billie confessed. “But a good place to unwind and let loose, they open in a few hours if you want to come tonight.”

“Little sudden don’t you think?” She got a little flustered at who was essentially a stranger to her inviting her to a sex club.

“Or perhaps the push you were looking for.” Billie winked. “I’m heading there tonight, I hope to see you there.”

Bryce looked down at the card, then back to Billie who had suddenly vanished. Her startled panic only led her to see Billie simply walking to the register. The woman looked back at the card, questioning what to do.

It ended up being a long couple of hours, Bryce now sitting in her car looking out at a semi unremarkable building amongst warehouses. At first glance anyone could look at it and not think something was inside of such taboo elements. Yet she sat there pondering if she should go through with it. She could still turn back, go home, and crawl into bed knowing she didn’t go about this crazy plan, her hand reached for the key still in the ignition, ready to turn her car back on and do just that.

Instead she pulled out her key, and stepped out of the car.

Her feet walked with a mind of their own, Bryce still uncertain if this was a good idea yet part of her yearned for more like that morning, begging for something different, something fresh, something….not her normal sexual preference. Walking up to the door and knocking with a desperation to go in and not be seen like this was a secret. A sliding panel opened up at standing height, and a bouncer for the place looked at her.

“Password?” He asked sternly.

“Oh-I–I don’t have one just this card.” Bryce stammered over, holding up the card Billie was given. 

The bouncer took one good look at it and back at her. “First time?”

Bryce nodded.

He closed the sliding panel and opened the door for her, Bryce sheepishly stepping inside to see the space open up to a more vibrant lounging area, a large black wall of curtains separating this room from faint music and the sound of people talking behind.

“Here.” He led her over to a counter with a wall full of little boxes for storage, pulling one out to hand over to Bryce. “Phone, wallet, keys, any accessories you don’t want to go missing etc.”

Bryce started to pat herself down, only wearing a bracelet she didn’t want to lose, and handed it over along her purse which had her other things.

“Shoes?” She asked.

“Optional.” He told her.

She still took them off, Bryce unsure what the dress code was for this place so she wore a simple black dress and heels, leaving herself barefoot once the heels entered the box. He closed it up and handed her a marker, letting her write her first name on it.

“House rules.” He rattled off. “Past those curtains anything goes, you do or say what you want, but keep last names out of it, first names optional. Above all else, consent is king. Force anyone to do something they don’t want, you’re out. If someone forces you to do something, report it, you want to stop, say stop, you want to leave, you leave, no one tells you otherwise. Understand?”

“Yes sir.” She addressed him appropriately.

“Do you have a safe word?” He asked.

“Safe word?”

“Everyone has a safe word, you don’t want to do something, say it and it stops, no questions asked.”

Bryce considered it for a second, glancing at her hair and thinking it should be simple. “Red.” She told him.

“Good.” he nodded, content that she understood the rules. “And I don’t need to explain what happens behind those curtains stays behind said curtains.”

“Any advice then?” Bryce asked as if he would know what to do.

“Don’t do anything that would require a trip to the hospital.” He told her.

“That bad?” She got worried.

“No I’m ironically Asexual so I don’t know what’s ‘best’ to do.” The bouncer shrugged.

“Huh.” Bryce didn’t know what to say. “Well if I need an out I’ll let you know.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” He nodded, taking her box over to the shelf to be stored for later. “Will be here when you want to leave.”

Bryce turned her attention to the curtain that separated her from the club stepping forward, her bare feet graced along soft carpet. Her fingers lingered along the curtain to find the opening, taking one more deep breath to calm her nerves, before entering into the fray. The air changing as she pushed through, a thick smell of wine, perfume, and cologne hitting her nose, mood lighting with red lights dotting the walls while she walked into a large open area, an array of couches in a ring formation at the center, with corridors to other areas of the building. She expected to just walk into a full on orgy. Instead she was greeted by a more formal setting of hushed conversations and light making out along the sides of the room. No one paid mind to the new guest aside from a bartender along one wall who was between drink orders.

She walked along the side of the room, taking in everything that was going on and seeing more noticeable details to this little party. The women wore more revealing outfits, a man who hung onto every word of a woman he was with had a collar around his neck. Another conversating group had a woman on the floor as if kneeling in waiting for commands, while a man who controlled the conversation petted her head. Clearly, the undertones of this club were less hidden and more obvious, understanding more about what happens here stays here.

It didn’t help that sudden panic of realizing that if someone did notice her, they’d know who she was, maybe she should have gotten a mask while at the adult store earlier, or asked for one from the bouncer. Second guessing even coming here. Yet she kept walking further in, glancing around, pondering what to do.

“You made it.”

Bryce jumped in place again, even recognizing the voice this time, yet shocked to see Billie Eilish standing there. The younger woman discarded the bulky clothes of before, and now stood in black lace lingerie and matching stockings that went up to her garter belt. Said lingerie clung to her body leaving little to the imagination, her massive breasts pushed up a little to make them even bigger, and her face was clear in the open, no mask, no shame, just a smirk on her face at Bryce taking up her invite.

“Was unsure if I should.” Bryce confessed, her hands sticking together unsure what to do with them.

“Got a safe word?” Asked Billie coming closer.

“Red.” Bryce told her.

“Follow me.” Billie offered a hand to her.

Bryce took it with some eagerness to be with at least someone she recognized. A few hands turning their way but mostly seeing a scantly cladded Billie lead a woman around getting a few people hot and bothered.

“This area is mostly chatting up people and agreeing to fuck each other, that sort of thing.” Billie explained while leading Bryce past the room to a hallway. “And over here, is private rooms for fucking.” She continued the little tour.

“I keep expecting to see an orgy in here.” Bryce told her.

“Oh there’s a room in the back just for that.” Billie mentioned. “But people mostly like to pair off into smaller groups, or let the action take place in rooms like these.”

An open room showed off a nice bed and a wall for light BDSM gear, a small gift basket of condoms and lube sitting on a night stand beside the bed. Bryce at least liked they offer protection.

“There’s a few toys in the nightstand drawer too.” Billie told her.

“So you can just grab anyone and have sex?” Bryce started asking more important questions.

“Yes but not without consent.” Billie led her further in. “or you have a preexisting relationship and just go with it.”

“It just feels so…” Bryce lost the words.

“Exhilarating?” Billie finished her sentence.

Bryce hesitated to confirm.

“You want to know the reason why I love it here?” Billie leaned in close, Bryce feeling her breasts press against her body while she spoke into her ear. “The sheer thrill of losing control of myself, and only letting my sexual urges speak on my behalf. No one will judge you for wanting something different, with luck someone will give it to you without hesitation. All you have to do is ask.”

The words softly hung in the air where Bryce stood, feeling the presence of another woman arrive. A taller, slightly older woman than Bryce approached wearing a crimson red teddy, the silk hem of the nightwear barely covering the crotchless panties this woman chose to wear, stepping over to pull Billie close to her. Bryce expected the younger woman to pull back, but Billie seemed to melt in this woman’s arms, changing her tone to meet this woman who leaned down for a kiss. 

Bryce took a half step back, unsure if to watch or to wander off. Seeing their kiss end, with the woman whispering something to Billie’s ear that Bryce could not catch, yet Billie quivering a little from the words she heard showed she was into it. Before turning her attention to Bryce one last time.

“Maybe I’ll see you later.” Billie winked, letting the woman with her lead her away.

Bryce watched them head off to one of the empty rooms Billie was talking about, finally getting a chance to see that Billie’s ass was damn near uncovered, the lingerie partly wedged up the side of her ass showing how thick it was. Her gaze made her not look where she walked, turning her head to advert her eyes only to crash right into someone who was walking nearby.

“Whoa easy there madam.”

Bryce tilted her head up ready to apologize once again, only to see the broad shoulders of a tall masculine black man who looked down at her, whatever annoyance he had with her washing away seeing not only how new she was, but how attractive she was as well.

“Sorry…I uh..” her face turning as red as her hair. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

“First time here?” His voice going from flustered anger to calm and commanding, like he knew how to control people’s emotions through his words.

Bryce, still nervous about all this, hesitated before giving the smallest nod hoping he understood her nervousness.

“Thinking of just watching? Or do you want to partake in the fun?” He asked politely, Bryce feeling far less nervous now for such an odd reason.

“I want to partake, I just don’t know where to start.” Bryce laughed awkwardly, questioning how she felt so flustered when she’d hooked up with strange men countless times, yet here she was acting like some kind of virgin not knowing the very basics.

“Well maybe I can help with that.” He offered her. “Though let’s take this out of the hallway so there’s no one bumping into us.”

Bryce realized he was right, she did bump into him after all. He offered his hand and she accepted it, not even knowing his name and he led her to another empty room. This one was less bedroom-esque, the walls lined with straps and harnesses, places to tie someone up against the wall with a cuck chair in the corner.  Her attention to the decor did not prevent her from hearing the door close behind them, or the click of it locking. Spinning around to see him, raising his hands up to show he’s not hiding anything. More so she now saw the robe he wore, how it opened down the middle highlighting his chest. Pondering what was hidden further down.

“So,” He began, stepping forward towards her. “What are you seeking?”

“Pardon?”

“What thrills are you seeking?” He clarified. “Domination? Submission? No strings, anything goes? Or do you want complete control of me?”

Bryce pondered it for a moment, the man letting her have as long as she needed. It was the question on the tip of her tongue for most of the day, what did she want? Her mind bouncing around a dozen thoughts, all sounding like things she tried before yet either went nowhere or didn’t give her the results she wanted. Yet pondering what she wanted gave her nothing, yet that seemed to click in her mind.

“I don’t want to be the one that decides.” Bryce looked at him. “I want to lose control.”

“You sure?” He wanted her to say it clearly. Both for his entertainment and for her consent.

“My body is yours to decide what to do with it.” Bryce got closer to him.

“Safe word?” He asked, a tent growing under his robe.

“Red.” She said in a hushed tone.

“Well Red.” He used her safe word as a nickname. “I’m sure we can have you experience not just me, but anyone that wishes to use such a willing girl like you.”

The thought made her stomach flutter, yet grew wet further down all of a sudden. The man came in closer, tilting his head down to kiss her. Their lips meeting, Bryce standing there accepting his love, his hands resting on her waist, keeping her close, embracing for a minute before he pulled something from his robe’s pocket. Bryce seeing him hold the small bit of fabric up.

“Shall I blindfold you?” He offered her. “I think not knowing what was happening would help you explore.”

Bryce took a look and nodded, eager to become submissive to him. As she stood in place, he walked around her to bring the blindfold around her face. The fabric covering her eyes plunging her into darkness, the ties at the back growing snug behind her head, her breathing coming more into focus, goosebumps along her arms. The man’s strong hands now on her shoulders, rubbing them gently while he leaned in to speak softly in her ear.

“This is only the very beginning,” His words filled her ear. “Let me teach you what you’re missing.”

One hand going down her back, tugging at her zipper, slowly, letting Bryce hear it give way. Reaching for the straps and pushing them off her shoulders, letting it drop down to pool around her feet. The air hitting her skin, his hands still moving across her body, unclasping her bra, and slipping down her panties. Bryce standing there naked, letting him admire her as the only thing she wore was now the blindfold she was given. His hands now exploring her, fingers reaching her breasts and vagina. And she let him do so, this loss of control over herself turning her on even more.

“Absolutely beautiful.” He told her. “But now we should take this to a new level.”

She shuddered at the sudden firmness of his grip along her arm, gently guiding her step by step from where she first stood to one of the walls. Bryce putting her trust in him, assuming she wasn’t being tossed down a flight of stairs. She felt him turn her around and pressed against the wall, cold metal from supports along the wall against her back. This man raised her hands above her head, lifting them to a point where she needed to stand on her tip toes. Gasping at the feeling of leather wrapping around each wrist, holding her in place. Being still on her toes causing her chest to rise from the tension, her breaths picking up pace while she felt him navigate her body once more.

With a sudden lift, her left leg was bent upward towards her, Bryce feeling it be held against the wall, tilting further up and bent at the knee, struggling to stand on her toes on one leg while he lined her other leg up with more leather straps, wrapping one around her ankle with a soft brace along it, and another along her upper thigh. Holding it in place. As she struggled in this new position, he assisted her by grabbing her other leg, lifting it up to fit into the same sort of position as her first leg. One strap at her ankle, the other her upper thigh, giving them a nice tug on both making sure they’re secure.

He took a step back and admired his handy work, Bryce unable to see felt her body almost contorting in ways she normally wouldn’t position herself in. Feet at the same height of her head, her tits pressing close to each other, and her wet pussy and puckered asshole exposed to all to see. Suspended in the air by the straps that held her there.

“Perfect.” He spoke, Bryce unsure where he was in the room.

She said nothing, only pressing her head against the wall. Feeling the weight of her body dangle there, only relying on what he was doing, unable to do anything else but wait. Not needing to wait long, hearing his footsteps get close, his breath along her torso, hands pressing along the wall near her, and the tip of a penis along her vagina. Bryce shuddered at the penis even as it pressed along the outer slit, teasing her for a bit, all her attention locked onto the dick and how long it took before it slipped a few inches inside. The man’s moans entering her hitting her face with warm breath, Bryce accepting it without choice, only accepting to be there as her consent to be fucked in such a way.

He couldn’t get every inch inside, not right away at least. Taking his sweet time, Bryce going nowhere anytime soon, his lips met hers once again to show some comfort as he bucked his hips back and forth, every thrust deliberate, working upward into her at an angle foreign to both of them to some extent. Bryce having nothing to do but remain in place, felt her body tingle in excitement over it, all sense of control over her own body now channeled into the feeling of her pussy being fucked in the way it is now. As she could only tell his enjoyment by the sound of his grunts.

Lips kissing down her shoulders to her breasts, admiring each tit and taking them into his mouth, Bryce feeling her nipples act more sensitive than before. No real words escaped her lips, only whimpers and moans for a carnal pleasure he was so gracious to offer her. Tilting her head to one side, the only part of her body she kept full control over, not realizing with her open mouth she was drooling just a little, not until she felt it spill onto her breasts.

“Fuck..” She could barely get out, too caught up in all of it to say anything else.

He didn’t say a word, just kept fucking her, admiring how her face contorted even with most of it covered up, strung up like she was piece of meat, yet treating her like a princess. Her toes curled, shifting her ankles against the restraints that held her up, back arching forward a bit, all her binds keeping her to the wall preventing her from falling. She started to feel a little restricted, tempted to say her safe word; but soon she felt her orgasm rising.

Amazed at herself, yet hitting her like a freight train, her orgasm bubbled up and hit a peak she had not felt in what seemed like years. A fight or flight response kicked in with her body contorting along her binds, cumming in darkness with only his cock inside her to give some sense of awareness. The black man that kept her there watching her cum around his dick, a smirk across his face she would never see. The woman bowed her head while recovering. And he pulled himself out of her, Bryce suddenly feeling empty, then wet, as he jerked off a half foot away from her and came along her stomach.

The ropes of cum splattered across her belly, some filling her navel, some dripping past her pussy and hitting the floor. She stayed there, kept in place, as he finished. Bryce felt his seed along her skin, the man nowhere to be felt, only hearing his breath get farther away, and the door unlocking. Suddenly becoming more self conscious of her location, yet honoring what she asked of him, to control her. Perhaps he was just leaving for a drink? She heard the door open, but never close, pondering how open it was, if anyone could walk by and see her strung up against the wall, her holes fully exposed for all to see. That light sense of fear was what drove her to becoming more wet, surprised at it, and pondering what happens next.

“Look at her…” A new voice could be heard.

“Was willing to submit and everything.” The man who first tied her up told her.

Bryce simply hanging there being admired by both men, unsure if more were present.

“I brought a friend.” The first man whispered into her ear once more catching her off guard. “Just say red and he’ll stop. But I think you’ll like him.”

Bryce had no idea who this new person was, just that he got close, assumed naked to some capacity, yet with no means of removing herself from the wall she felt a new cock push inside her. Not signing up for this at first, yet saw no reason to use her safe word. A complete stranger, not even a face, just a mystery voice and a penis thrusting inside her. Every warning sign in her head told her to say red, but she felt herself grow so turned on, she questioned less about getting out of there, and more about how long she could take it?

To be continued tomorrow…

Chapter Text

First light would hit the city when Billie woke up, stretching out in the wide bed, her skin coated with dry sweat, lingerie discarded sometime in the night, now just a crumpled pile of lace at the foot of the mattress. Her mistress laid beside her, the faintest smile tugging at her lips as Billie felt her tracing idle circles across her stomach as she woke up. The night prior had been sensational for both of them, pulling each other close to snuggle for a few moments of time. The older woman kissing Billie on the head.

“My husband will be expecting me in a few hours.” She told Billie.

“Maybe I should meet him sometime.” Billie let her fondle her breast a bit.

“Please,” She chuckled, giving Billie’s tit a squeeze before starting to get up. “I don’t have the nerve to meet his playthings, who’s to say he’d want to meet mine?”

“I suppose so.” Billie sat up to watch her start to dress casually, her clothes mostly up front.

As the mistress dressed, Billie’s mind went back to the woman she invited earlier that evening, or invited yesterday if the time was right. Standing up off the bed and walking out, not caring that she was naked. Out in the hall, the atmosphere had shifted. The intensity of the night with people coming and going and cumming in turn had vanished, replaced by one or two staff members handing out bathrobes for those who needed them, one immediately seeing Billie standing there naked and offering one to her. The singer took it and wrapped it around her body, those watching averting their eyes once her goods were gone.

She tightened the belt of her robe around her waist, Billie scanned the crowd for her new friend, forgetting to even ask her name last night, yet could not see her red hair over the group. A black man brushed past her, tired out and putting his own robe on, Billie seeing him pass and the door that he came from being left ajar. Something drew her to that door, walking over and seeing another man walk out naked, the open room revealing inside who Billie was looking for.

“Jesus….” She whispered under her breath, stepping inside.

Bryce’s arms hung above her head, wrists placed in leather cuffs that had dug faint marks into her pale skin. Her legs were spread wide, strapped just as firmly. And her whole body was slack with exhaustion suspended in the air since last night. Sweat gleamed across her chest and stomach along with streaks of semen drying across her thighs, belly, breasts, even a bit dripping out of her pussy. Some of her flame-red hair plastered to her cheeks, a blindfold still snuggly wrapped around her eyes, as her head slumped forward with sleep claiming her at some point of the night.

Billie froze, taking in the sight, both in shock at how she ended up like this, and how arousing this was to see. A woman run through like a cheap whore, only tied to a wall with no means of leaving without help. A staff member came in, also seeing the semi unconscious Bryce along the wall. A little flustered to see her like this.

“Help me get her down.” Billie started walking over to her.

“I haven’t heard her say the safeword yet.” the attendant replied.

“She’s asleep.” Billie told them. “So can you please help me?”

The attendant walked over to join Billie in getting the woman down. Her hands were already working at the buckles along one leg. The leather was damp with sweat on the inside, but one by one the bindings loosened. Bryce stirred at the first tugs against her restraints, A faint groan slipped from her lips as her legs started to feel numb being lowered to the ground, her head jerking weakly uncertain what was happening.

“Easy,” Billie murmured, steadying her with a hand at her wrists. “You’re okay. It’s me.”

Bryce flinched, her body tensing from no longer being stuck in the position she was in, until Billie’s voice registered in her head. Feet feeling the ground again, arms now free, and she stumbled downward losing her ability to stand for but a minute. A moment later, Bryce felt the blindfold be pulled off her face. She blinked hard against the dim light above, eyes darted around reclaiming her vision, struggling to push herself up with feeling returning to her limbs, the tingling pricks of her arms and legs waking up making her lay on the floor while she processed what happened.

Billie knelt down by her new friend, gently rubbing Bryce’s back which made her tense up feeling it again. “It’s okay.” She assured her. “You did good, just fell asleep.”

Bryce could remember everything, every sound and touch she couldn’t see still echoed in her chest. The men she pleased, the orgasms they had, the orgasms SHE had. The attendant came over and offered a robe matching Billie’s to Bryce, who struggled to get up feeling pins and needles in her arms and legs, whimpering in pain. Billie helped her put the robe around her body, lifting her up while the attendant fetched what they assumed was Bryce’s dress.

Billie’s hand remained firm at her back while Bryce stood on shaky legs. “There we go,” she said softly. “One step at a time.”

Bryce didn’t look back at the wall, only wobbling forward while Billie held onto her. Bare feet feeling numb on soft carpet, the robe picking up bits of damp sweat and semen, the lights on the ceiling almost blinding her after being trapped in darkness for so long. Fading in and out to normal while she limped out towards the front of the club. Her eyes catching the shape of the bouncer who walked over to help Billie in bringing Bryce over to a chair. As she felt sitting down to be foreign, no longer on display on the wall, mind a bit hazy yet fully aware of where she was and what had happened.

Billie caught her eye, grabbing Bryce’s box on her behalf, placing it near her feet.  “I’ll take you home,” she said gently, like it wasn’t a suggestion at all. “It’s the least I can do after what you went through upon my invite.”

Bryce swallowed, her throat was dry, the words she tried to speak getting caught somewhere between gratitude and exhaustion. In the end all she managed was a simple nod. Billie pulled out Bryce’s things to tuck away along her stuff, someone offering slippers to Bryce so she didn’t need to try to walk out in heels. Putting them on, clutching the purse she came there with while Billie held her dress, and a few of her things in hand. Grabbing the keys to her car and easing her out.

The cold morning air hit her first, feeling almost fresh after hours of being trapped in the sex filled air of the club. Bryce blinked as the door shut behind them, the city oddly hushed, streets washed in the soft gray-blue of dawn. Hints of pink and orange brushing the horizon with morning taking over. Still adjusting to being free and able to see, Billie walked with purpose, guiding her to where Bryce’s car was, the younger of the two taking a cab there. Getting the door for Bryce to let her half sit, half lay in the back seat of her car before circling over to the driver’s side. Taking a moment to understand the layout and adjust the seat before starting the engine.

The ride to her place was silent, Billie using the car’s built-in GPS to lead her to where Bryce lived. The city yawned awake around them, early commuters, joggers, the smell of bread rising from a bakery they passed, those who enjoyed the night heading to bed while the rest of the city woke up. But inside the car, there was only the muted hum of the engine and the sound of Bryce’s steady breathing. She stared out the window, a firm grip on the robe around her, seeing her reflection faintly in the glass. She hardly recognized herself. Looking disheveled and worn out from last night, her make up ruined and red hair a tangled mess. Shock wasn’t even the right word. Doubting this was shame or embarrassment, just the aftermath of her getting too into something unfamiliar and not knowing how to respond now that it’s done.

Billie didn’t press, keeping her eyes on the road, feeling responsible for Bryce’s non verbal state. When the car finally pulled up in front of Bryce’s building, day had broken, and work hours had begun for many.

“Do you need anything?” Billie asked finally, her voice softer now, stripped of the playful edge she once had at the club.

Bryce swallowed, her lips parting, but no words came at first. Seeing she was home, but yet to leave the car, words finally leaving her mouth with a hoarse tone to it.

“Just… don’t let me be alone. Not right now.”

Billie looked back and felt pity, nodding her head along to assure her she’ll stay. She hopped out of the car, moved to Bryce’s side, and helped her out. One steady hand slid beneath Bryce’s arm as she guided her inside, careful of her unsteady steps. Thankfully no one spotted them go inside, or used the elevator up to her floor. Bryce was just glad to be home. Stepping into the familiar place, slumping down to the ground while Billie closed the door behind them.

“Want me to run you a bath?” Billie offered.

“-Y-Yeah….” Bryce nodded yes. “I’d like that.”

Billie led her further in to get washed up. The bathroom soon filled with the sound of rushing water filling the tub, steam already beginning to rise as Billie tested the water temperature with her hand, not familiar with Bryce’s tub and how it works. Bryce handed Billie a bathbomb she liked, letting the younger of the two keep working while she stepped back. Looking towards the mirror at her sink, walking forward it, spotting her own robe hanging up along the wall while wearing this loaned robe with the name of the club she took it from. Her hands reaching for her robe, she pushed it off and it slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. For a long moment, she didn’t move. She simply stared at her reflection.

Her skin was flushed in places, streaked with dried sweat and semen with red marks along her skin where the bonds held her in place. Her hair hung in messy tangles, and make-up running down her face. The woman in the mirror looked used, filthy, vulnerable, a husk of the woman she was the night before when she last looked at herself. A single tear running down her face seeing herself in such a state. She didn’t feel sadness or pain from what happened. She accepted what happened was of her choice. Not her willingness to do everything, rather accepting her surrender. She gave up control of her body for a man she never met, and now she faced the consequences of said surrender.

In the corner of her eye she saw Billie step over, the water going still with the tub being full. The younger woman looked at the tired older woman and hesitated to put a hand on her again now that she was naked.

“It’s ready for you.” Billie told her. Bryce simply nodded while turning to her tub.

Bryce eased into the water, a shuddering breath escaping her lips as the warm water enveloped her, loosening muscles she hadn’t realized were tense. She sank lower, letting the water lick up her chest, her chin, her cheeks. Keeping her nose above water almost inhaling bubbles from the bath bomb. The woman feeling her pain wash away, pushing her head under water and returning back up after a few moments, red hair now wet with bits of bubbles along it. Billie never leaving her side. Handing Bryce a wash cloth from nearby for her to begin brushing off the sweat and cum that still stuck along her skin.

Their silence only broken by the shifting of water. The wet cloth washing away the night before while she breathed slowly, unsure of what to say yet wanted to speak.

“Could you….” Bryce turned to look at Billie. “Join me and wash my back?”

“Of course.” Billie nodded. 

Billie then began peeling off her own robes. The soft fabric slipped away, revealing her more busty body, Bryce taking a look, seeing but part of her last night, now shocked at exactly how big her breasts were. Billie caught the glance but said nothing, knowing most people go for a look at her tits which she got used to over time, only giving a small, knowing smile as she stepped carefully into the tub. Bryce scooted forward to give space for Billie behind her. The woman slipped her legs onto either side of Bryce, skin against skin due to it being narrow, and reached for the wash cloth Bryce was using, taking to gently scrub her back as Bryce shuddered to the touch.

For a while, neither spoke. Billie simply too focused on bathing away the intensity of last night, even applying pressure to Bryce’s shoulders in a faint massage, her shoulders tense both from the situation and from being stuck in place for hours on end. Bryce sitting there, the warm water getting cooler, but stayed silent for as long as she needed, speaking up once more.

“It was more than I expected.” Bryce made her confession.

“I’m sorry,” Billie told her. “I didn’t mean to throw you into something that heavy. I just thought…” 

“No,” Bryce turned her head back to look at her. “Don’t apologize. I asked to lose control, to be free of the choice of what happened. And it was just….” She trailed off, uncertain of what to say.

“Did they ignore your safe word?” Billie made circles along Bryce’s back with the wash cloth.

“I never gave it.” She replied. “I had no need to.”

Billie stopped washing her for a moment, Bryce shifting her body just a little to better see Billie.

“They just kept coming, not just in numbers but in orgasms too.” Bryce continued. “It was like dicks were coming out of thin air for me, strangers in darkness I could barely pick out if I heard their voices again, some didn’t even speak, they came, they fucked me, they came the other way, and then they left. No means of connection or trying to flirt or corny lines, they just fucked me. And I took it, and you know what? Any other woman would be horrified at it but I’ve….I’ve never came so hard or so much in my life until last night.”

Billie listened, Bryce facing forward again as if looking down at herself.

“Am I….Am I fucked up a little?” Bryce pondered.

She looked at the layer of bubbles that was starting to fade apart, seeing her bare legs below between Billie’s. Billie gently pushing herself forward, Bryce feeling Billie’s breasts press against her back as the younger of them reached in front and wrapped her arms around Bryce, pulling her into a small hug from behind. As Bryce felt her arms tighten around her more of her breasts were squeezed between them. The two staying in this embrace for a few minutes, letting the water settle between them.

“You’re not fucked up,” Billie assured her. “You just found your innermost fantasies.”

“I want bondage?” Bryce asked.

“You want freedom to not be in charge of everything in bed.” Billie whispered. “Were you cumming from the bonds? Or from it being the only thing you need to worry about?”

Bryce pondered it for a moment. “I came because I enjoyed it.” She replied.

“Good,” Billie kept up their hug. “So let’s instead focus on what you want with that. What do you want now?”

“I want….” She thought about it, shifting her head back just a little towards Billie again. “I want you to stay for today.”

“Seems a little more in control there.” Billie mentioned.

“Not as a lover.” Bryce told her. “But as a friend.”

“Just a friend?” Billie looked at her. “Friends don’t take baths together.”

“They do if you’re going to help me explore this side of me.” Bryce explained. “Doesn’t have to be sex, but if I go down this road, I want to learn from the person that showed me the way to begin with.”

Billie sat there with her still in her arms and thought it over. “May I kiss you?”

“Why?” Bryce was confused.

“I think you need a kiss after all that.” Billie pondered aloud to her.

Bryce sat there looking at her, lips already so close by proxy alone, the offer oddly tempting even after a night of sex. “...Okay.” She agreed.

A silent smile crossed Billie’s lips, both of them closing their eyes while Billie broke the small space between them and kissed Bryce. The red haired woman melting into Billie’s arms, Billie herself not letting her hands get too close to touching anything she shouldn’t, least not yet if Bryce was simply bathing. As they kissed, Bryce felt a wave of comfort. There was no reason for her relationship with Billie to go any further than this right now. The kiss was more in her eye, was a thank you, for showing her the way to a new sexual life ahead of her. Their kiss gently breaking a moment later. And they looked at each other with content.

“When do we start?” Billie asked.

“Breakfast sounds good.” Bryce realized she hadn’t eaten anything since last night.

“Yeah.” Billie understanding the pace she was taking. “Breakfast sounds good to me too.”

Chapter Text

Beauty, art, freedom, control, domination, submission, a person…a thing. 

A flurry of all sorts of thoughts which rushed through her mind, a hair stylist sat behind her going over each of her extensions, keeping them in place, and checking for curls or tangles into the mesh. Zendaya sat in the back of a black SUV, familiar streets of LA passing by while she headed for the theater, the premiere of Spider-Man No Way Home was in but 20 minutes, her private team working on her hair and make up as she was driven there, two lovely ladies who sheepishly tended to her while avoiding eye contact elsewhere, the actress knew why, their own modesty said it all. Fully dressed in proper outfits, like normal girls should. All the while Zendaya adjusted the strap of her dress, feeling the black fabric catching on her nipple.

“Could you?” Zendaya turned to the girl doing her make up, who looked down and saw the issue.

“Oh-Y-Yeah.” She was flustered, she understood.

The outfit Zendaya wore was flawless, least to her. A spider web print dress, made with a fine black silk string that took her designer weeks to recreate. The original dress it's based off of was too....restricting. The layers of fabric felt coarse on her skin, like she couldn’t breathe with every step she took in it. So she had it remade to her liking, and as the make-up artist reached for the silk string, the tips of her fingers brushed along her bare breast, moving the silk away from her exposed nipple to help Zendaya adjust it.

Her face brushing red at almost touching her bosses nipple, Zendaya knew that she could have fixed it herself, but wanted this girl to do it, that gentle caressing, even if by accident, part of why she chose this dress. The black silk that made up the spider weave design, being the only pieces of clothing she wore that night aside from her earrings and heels. No bra, no panties, not even a set of pasties for her nipples. Just pure, unburdened ebony skin under black silk string. Most of her body was exposed even with the spider weave that covered her body. Just as she wanted it.

There was no shame across her face while her Make up artist sorted the string around her breast, fixing her dress, there would be hundreds more watching by the time she got to the red carpet, thousands more once photos go online. Already a bit of an exposed star with a swimsuit shoot she did months ago that was like swim wear and more three tiny bits of fabric that only covered up her nipples and pussy, even so part of her outer folds were still exposed by the string she called a bikini bottom. She pulled back, Zendaya seeing her dress fitting her properly, looking up at the girl who sheepishly sat there.

“Thank you darling.” Zendaya complimented her. “Now they’ll really pop out.”

Blushing, she returned to the final touches along Zendaya’s face, as the car pulled into position along the red carpet. The schedule was as follows; step out directly onto the red carpet from the right, walk down towards the left side of the carpet while everyone did their photos, an allotted 20 minutes of spare time between the carpet and everyone being ushered into the theater to watch the movie gave her plenty of time to hit up some reporters and their questions, her pussy getting wet ever so slightly already just thinking of what could happen in those 20 minutes. The staff retracted their hands, the body guard she was given for the event stepping out of the front passenger seat to open the door for her, a black coat in his arm to offer it to her as one last attempt to cover her up. But Zendaya refused, stepping out brushing the coat away to be immediately picked up by dozens of press and paparazzi.

Dozens of cameras flashed in her face, blinding her as she flashed the cameras right back with her exposed body. The dress falling into place as she stepped out, the door of her car shutting behind her as it drove off to park, not to be seen again until she had to leave. Presenting her to be on her own for most of the night. Though perhaps not, as her boyfriend, Tom Holland was already there, taking pictures with the press before he turned and spotted her. Even he was stunned at how she looked. Not at her nakedness, but at her beauty. The dress draped behind her, string almost snagging on her heels at her first steps, long smooth legs taking pride in every step, the ones at the edge of the carpet quick to pick how the back of her dress despite the design offered no coverage of her behind to hide the ass crack, just black silk that grazed her tushy with each step, a fiendish photographer or two trying to tell if she had a butt plug inside her or not for the faintest amount of coverage of her ass.

Her nipples remained stiff in the cold air, goosebumps being spotted along her skin with the dress doing nothing to keep her warm. Only using heat lamps provided for the event as warmth. Yet she still walked with grace, a proud smile along her face, they were here to see her, and they would see ALL of her. Making her way over to her boyfriend, who could not take his eyes off her as she grew closer.

“Hey honey.” She greeted him.

“God.” Tom spoke under his breath just low enough for the photographers not to hear. “It looks even hotter in person.”

Zendaya smiled at his compliment. She made no effort into hiding her need to be naked to Tom, the Spider-Man catching her often just relaxing naked in her own home. The cameras flashing all around them as Zendaya leaned in for a kiss with Tom. His arm wrapped around her back feeling her bare skin under the silk string, as nearly every camera captured their kiss of the great Spider-Man making out with a mostly naked MJ. their lips parting, a smirk along her face and his, even if Tom was wearing a more formal suit, her man stayed close and did nothing to cover her up, allowing her to stay this scantily dressed.

She didn’t need his permission to dress, but she asked if she could either way. A part of her loving the notion of being treated like an object. More photos were taken, a few caught Tom’s eye as he watched her ass walk away. Zendaya could see the articles now; ‘this spider’s baring it all’, ‘the real reason why Peter and MJ always get together on and off camera’, ‘Playboy wishes they had her.’ She ran her hands along her body, a few cameras catching where they went and could tell they were aimed at her exposed vagina, clean shaven and glistening wet.

“God look at her.”

“She’s so fucking hot.”

“Another woman pushing back our rights to clothes.”

“Love a bitch in her place.”

“EW! That dress is so ugly.”

“Yeah she should take it off.”

“Why don’t you do porn yet you slut?”

Dozens of people spoke about her behind the crowd of cameras. She knew her attire was making the wrong people flustered and the right people horny. Shouting over each other as if she cared what they said. Her body, her choice, as the feminists would say. But her choice was to be treated like a doll, an object for the attraction of all those who looked. Some of the other women along the red carpet understood it. Their attire more scantily cladded, yet all were hesitant to bare it all, even as she passed another actress that appeared in the movie, she wore revealing clothes that while showed her bra and panties, didn’t reveal anything below that, glancing at Zendaya in a way that made her question if she liked how she was dressed or not.

Turning her back to the crowd, dozens more took photos of her ass while she glanced over her shoulder, owning every moment of this depraved mindset she had. Reaching back, she gave the cameras what they wanted. Spreading her ass cheeks apart from above the dress, revealing her puckered brown anus to everyone to catch in 4K. Several men jumped to the ground to take photos upward capturing both her exposed asshole and her pussy folds between her legs. Zendaya even adjusted her stance to spread her legs for them to get a better shot.

Some gawked, some scoffed, others simply planned to jerk off when they got home. But that was the intended plan for her, to be the object of desire and ridicule, there was no embracing her feminine side in a classy way, no political statement to be given, not even an attempt to be canceled and disregarded, she simply wanted all eyes on her, judging her, admiring her, lusting for her. And as she winked for the cameras, there was a certainty that at least hundreds of her more perverted fans would get ahold of these pics before the movie would even start, finishing over them by the time the movie finished. And that’s what turned her on.

Approaching an end of the carpet where more reporters were, video cameras were set up as she walked down the row of interviewers she had to speak to before heading inside. Stepping forward to a sharp dressed woman in a blazer and slacks, seeming to act professional while adverting her eyes away from the most obvious of places. Zendaya stepping forward to greet her.

“Hi Zendaya, You’re looking a bit nipp-chilly today!” She altered her question part way.

“Oh I don’t mind the cold, LA winters are not that bad.” Zendaya made small talk, her nipples brushing against the fabric.

“So No Way Home is currently the last planned Spider-Man movie to be coming out right now, any thoughts on what the odds are of seeing you back on the big screen as MJ down the road?” the female reporter tried her best to keep her questions serious.

“Well there’s so much we’re getting into with this movie right now, I think fans will have to check out how the movie ends before speculating where and when the next one would take place.”

“Does that mean we’ll be seeing…less of you moving forward? Be it Marvel or other projects?” her eyes darted downward for a moment before pushing back up to make eye contact.

Zendaya could feel her checking her out, there was no surprise that she was attractive, making even straight women question if they like girls before coming back to reality. Even as people tried talking to others there was still a lingering eye towards her and what she was representing.

“I have no intention of stopping right now.” Zendaya told her. “Maybe pausing between projects, but I still intend to work towards building up my name outside of just Disney and Marvel.” She referred to her old Disney Channel days.

“Ah yes, you do seem to have taken quite a turn from Disney to now.” The woman’s tone shifting, Zendaya sensing there was uncertainty and dismissal from her.

“I think many of my colleagues from the Disney Channel have changed a lot outside of the mold of being entertainers for children.” Zendaya adjusted her pose, making sure the camera behind the reporter caught her bare breasts under the silk at a good angle. “Miley Cryus before us got very explicit and nude for various projects. Sabrina Carpenter did a music video for her single Skinny Dipping where she actually went skinny dipping and filmed it for the video. Even outside of Disney, we have Victoria Justice talking about how she’s topping top 10 charts at #1 for most fuckable former teen actress. Even Emma Watson, Hermione fucking Granger herself, went nude a couple times.”

“Wasn’t that by force?” The reporter asked.

“Did people not look either way?” Zendaya offered.

“What about consent?”

“Consent is optional if you surrender your will to consent to begin with.” She retorted.

“So you don’t give consent.” This reporter was trying to get a line from her.

“I consent to people looking at my body.” Zendaya displayed herself. “I don’t consent to you censoring it when photos of me go live online.”

“But what about modesty?” She tried to ask her.

“If I cared for modesty, I would have dressed for it.” Zendaya continued. “There is no shame in me letting my body be seen, and I have no reason to be lectured about what I should and should not wear by someone who in turn works for people that profit off upskirts and nip slips when I’m cutting out the middle man and presenting myself.” 

The reporter tried to get another word in, but more people started getting Zendaya’s attention. Flashing cameras all around her blinded the reporter as the camera man zoomed in on Zendaya’s ass while she walked away proving the point she was making. The reporter scolding her camera man for doing so.

Meanwhile, Zendaya started to walk further up the carpet, nearing one end and seeing another reporter, this one a slightly taller male, slim build, rich black hair slicked back with gel, keeping things both professional with a button up dress shirt and tan pants, yet also casual with said dress shirt being coated in little images of Spider-Man. Looking up with microphone in hand ready to talk.

“Zendaya!” He waved her over. The actress tugged her dress along with her to head to him.

“Nicely appropriate outfit.” She complimented his dress shirt.

“Could say the same for you.” He complimented her dress. “Is the spider weave meant to symbolize your body belonging to your co-star Tom Holland?”

“Oh I’ve devoted a part of me towards him alright,” Zendaya glanced out towards where her boyfriend was. “But the openness of the dress also represents how I’m free for all to see, after all, why simply reverse myself to one man and not be able to flaunt who I am.”

“And you are…a closeted nudist?” He asked, his eyes not looking away from her dress, or her body underneath it.

“I’ve been to a few nude beaches, yes.” Zendaya told him. “But I care more about the expression of freedom in a woman’s right to dress however they wish.”

“Even if it means so little?” He glanced at a nipple.

“I would have walked down this carpet naked if permitted.” She confessed. “I care very little for clothes after being trapped within them for so long.”

“Showing off a slutty bad girl side with those tits and ass too.” He commented on her body directly, no shame in admitting to it.

“More so exactly that.” She pointed out what he said. “I enjoy my tits, and my ass.” She turned to the side and shook her ass for him a little. “What reason would I have not to show off what God has given me?”

“So you’re a believer of God as well?” He asked.

“Sweetie, girls with bodies like me are the reason why people think such a God exists, for how could I look this good and it not be a gift from a God?”

“Such wise words from a fine girl like you.” He smirked.

“You can say more,” She told him. “I don’t mind.”

“It’s a shame you barely show off like this, maybe let Tom flaunt you on a leash.” He let loose on ideas.

“It’s a fun concept.” Zendaya looked again and saw he had made it to the female reporter she was talking to a few minutes ago. “Perhaps swinging me around New York naked.”

“You or him?” The reporter asked.

“Could be both, The Amazing Spider-Man fucking MJ against a wall outside an apartment building 30 feet up or so.” Zendaya eyed Tom up, pondering if they could do a little of that.

“I bet there’s no shame in how far you’d go to flaunt yourself.” He teased her.

“Well I hope to talk with some adult studios for some tasteful nudity. Let the fans get up close with my cunt.” She smiled.

“Give everyone a good look at that ass too just a few minutes ago.” He referred to her spreading cheeks for the camera.

“My body is for others to admire.” She continued. “Do you like?”

“How could anyone not?” He could see her eyes dart down, the man getting an erection from the conversation. “Some would find this demeaning.”

“Some don’t have my body.” Zendaya doubled down. “Some think all women should be respected and treated equally.”

“And you?”

“I want to hear every catcall, read every lewd comment on social media.” She got wet the more she talked. “Admire the unsolicited dick pics that get sent my way. Fuck, and be fucked, for no other reason than because I just want a dick inside me.”

“Well, I definitely envy Tom for being able to pound your ass like that.” He blurted out.

“You’d want a piece of me as well?” She leaned in, the camera man catching the scene unfold.

“I’d fuck you senseless.” He rattled on, losing any care for dignity for flirting with a spoken woman. “Force you to your knees and deep throat my cock as the only lube for your cunt.”

Words any normal woman would be insulted to hear, yet Zendaya smirked. Knowing dozens of cameras were still watching. “I deserve it don’t I?”

“Absolutely.” He told her.

“Want me to do just that?” She offered.

“For real?” He wasn’t expecting an answer like that. 

“Fuck me.” Zendaya said loud enough for people nearby to pick it up. “Right here, right now.”

“In front of the others?” He was second guessing this.

“I want them to watch.” She pulled him in closer to her. “Now treat me like the cunt I am and force me to my knees so I can suck your cock.”

Her offer was too tempting not to say no, so he didn’t

Zendaya felt his hand on her shoulder pushing her down, knees hitting the red carpet with a portion of her dress getting in between her knee cap and the floor. Despite how she wanted to be exposed, she also didn’t want to ruin such a custom made dress that fit exactly what she wanted. A few people quickly caught on what was happening, more so with the male reporter starting to unzip his pants. It wasn’t a matter of how big he was, or if he was bigger or smaller compared to her boyfriend. What mattered was the meaty cock was right in front of her face, the camera man beside them capturing her reaction like it was an impromptu porno.

Sudden shocks at the sight came across the red carpet. Be it at his size or her position, regardless of why they looked, Zendaya only cared that they did. Licking her lips, her moment to admire it ruined by his hand firmly gripped on her head pushing her down to suck it. The tip already hitting the back of her throat. This reporter losing care for treating her respectfully, honoring her wish to be used like a cheap whore. Groaning at how wet her tongue was lucking the underside of his cock as it pressed further in. Zendaya easily felt her lips press against the base of his dick, every inch now pushing down her throat. Feeling her head be jolted back and forth while his hand used her head like a fleshlight.

“ACK, ACK, ACK” her gags only turning him on, spit starting to dribble out from the sides of her lips while coating his cock with it as her soon to be lube.

The louder gags of Zendaya slobbering over his dick caught the attention of Tom, who looked over and saw his girlfriend on her knees sucking this strange man’s dick while several people gathered around, some even leaning over the rope that barred the press from the red carpet itself trying to get that perfect photo of one of the more recognizable women in Hollywood in such a perverted state in front of everyone. Truly a sight to behold even to him who barely felt shock over her actions.

“It’s sad isn’t it?” The female reporter he was talking to snapping out of it.

“I don’t see it.” He shrugged it off.

“You don’t see your girlfriend being manhandled like that as a bad thing?” She tried to get him upset about it. 

“Honestly?” He kept his eye over towards her as he spoke to the reporter. “She got face fucked by our taxi driver just last week.”

Her jaw dropped a little, shocked at his reply. “B-but shouldn’t you stop her? She’s humiliating herself!”

“By her standards or yours?” He got a little defensive yet kept a polite tone. “She’s been no stranger to being more of a nymphomaniac. If not me, than fucking someone else, and I let her.”

“You let her?” She asked.

“Of course.” He smiled. “She likes asking permission or being used without being asked if she wants it. Her body her choice.”

“That’s not what that means.” She rolled her eyes.

“It’s a new era of modesty and immodesty.” Tom told her. “She wants to be treated like a $20 whore sucking dick on camera? I’d give her $5 as a tip.”

His words just out of ear shot, Zendaya humming on the cock getting him nice and bothered. The reporter letting go of her head and she pulled back, a thick trail of spit still along the tip of his dick and the bottom of her lips, falling onto her lap before she pushed herself around. A very visible wet spot was on the red carpet showing how turned on she was, crawling on all fours to face towards the wall of logos that made up the backdrop of their runway. Once again dozens took photos and video, once again Zendaya reached behind her back towards her ass. Only instead of spreading her cheeks from over her silk dress, she pushed it away.

Gawkers and on lookers saw her push what little string that made up the lower half of her dress to be draped off her right side to lay on the carpet. Fully exposing her vagina and asshole to the crowd. She lowered her head down still her face pressed along the red carpet smearing her make up that wasn’t already ruined by the spit she hacked up during her blowjob. And parting her legs to make a sort of half split, half arch in her back while using her black heels as a means to elevate her rear more, thrusting her ass up high enough that it met his waist line where the cock dripping in saliva was waiting for her.

Nipples almost touching the carpet as well, spine at an angle not new to her but still one she rarely did, Zendaya presented herself like a whimpering bitch in heat waiting to be impregnated, despite being on the pill herself, it was more about the exposure, hearing camera’s shuttering to get as many pics as possible. No one trying to run over and cover her up or get rid of the press, it would be too late either way. People were already hitting upload on their photos of her. The male reporter swung his leg over the rope, not caring if anything he did would get him fired, he wanted her pussy more than anything now. 

Her faint hesitation wasn’t in fear, just the notion of pondering if she should have tried to get the camera man or someone else to get in on this. Or if she was visible enough to the paparazzi. This was, to some extent, her first true sex tape for all to see. She just wanted to make sure it was gonna be good. His tip hit her vagina, her body twitching in anticipation, feeling it press against her and slip inside.

“God.” She muttered out to no one in particular.

The cock pushed inward, stretching her out while everyone watched. The reporter groaning at how tight she was, slipping himself in deeper until his pelvis met her ass cheeks, balls deep inside the famous actress. His own gaze turning to see Tom watching, almost worried he overstepped in his lust filled craze to do what Zendaya wanted but the superhero simply gave a small nod. Permitting him to fuck his girlfriend, both of them glancing at her like she was meat.

The reporter smirked, grabbing Zendaya and starting to fuck her. Taking little time to let her adjust, simply wanting her to feel every inch tear into her. Heels digging into the carpet, back arching a bit more with each thrust, along with her ass cheeks clapping against his lower torso. Zendaya moaned out loud, loud enough for those who recorded with audio to pick it up. Becoming the more public whore she wanted to be.

The female reporter suddenly felt her phone blow up in notifications, her boss wondering why she hadn’t worked to get her stuff uploaded as the internet was already blowing up the initial photos of Zendaya arriving and spreading her ass cheeks.

“I-I don’t understand.” She grew more flustered like the whole world was going mad.

“You know,” Tom spoke up. “Let me show you.”

She was about to ask what he meant before feeling his own hand push her down. The female reporter shockingly on her knees while he fished out his own penis. 

“Jesus what are you all doin-GGGGGHHHH!?!?!” Her words were cut off, as Spider-Man’s dick forced itself into her mouth.

Tom felt himself growing hard while her tongue tried to slip out and her hands beat against his legs, but his firm grip along her head held her there, putting the reporter in her place. Zendaya’s gaze looked towards her boyfriend, who was now using the reporter’s mouth to get himself off while watching her get fucked. The two making eye contact with each other. In any other scenario, there would be confusion, anger, jealousy. Instead; Zendaya felt a little sense of pride in her seeing her perverted ways were rubbing off on him. Already having to teach Tom to treat her like she was his property even if they hadn’t considered marriage yet. And now Tom was getting more openly aggressive enough to at least put that stuck up reporter in her place. The woman already gagging on the cock forced inside her mouth.

“Fuck me….” Zendaya’s male lover shouted, slamming his cock at full force into MJ.

Other people who were walking the carpet simply darted off, not wanting to be in the shots of Zendaya being fucked like this. A few were spotting Tom’s forced blowjob on the woman as well, her camera man now aiming his camera at Tom and his oral partner while his own gaze was fixated back on Zendaya, at least now this reporter had video proof for her boss why she got behind on posting for that night.

Gargled moans of complaints came from Tom’s whore, the reporter not his girlfriend. Her hands no longer hitting at him and instead looking up in frustration and anger, yet glancing over to her camera man asking why he didn’t help her. Teary eyed, some of it ruining her make up, Tom was unsure if those tears were from humiliation of being objectified, or from a lack of air as his cock kept cutting off her oxygen from how big it was.

Zendaya was panting, fingers digging into the carpet in front of her while her nipples kept getting shoved along the same fabric, almost digging into them and making her get carpet burn along her breasts. Her spine kept arching down with each thrust he took inside her, slamming his balls along the side of her pussy. She could almost feel her back crack just a little like it was getting popped into place or breaking from his roughness. The very least pondering that if she needed to see a chiropractor after today, would they work on her back while she was naked.

Her pussy twitched, eyes fluttering up and cumming hard along his dick, the reporter just kept fucking her through her orgasm, not caring that she came, only that he needed to cum. A sentiment Zendaya enjoyed, she was but an instrument for men to use for their orgasms. She had no say in HOW they used her, only that they did. Tom knowing this very well, both hands now face fucking the reporter to the sight of her being fucked. Feeling his own balls swell up as they smacked the underside of her chin.

A power couple like them both either being fucked or doing the fucking all in front a crowd that millions would see, and no one would bat an eye about how bad it was supposed to be. People walking past the entire event taking a glance and realizing there was sex happening and just walked off. People on the bus seeing the first pics drop and suddenly people were gathering around smart phones seeing Zendaya’s mostly naked body and Tom’s surprising cock when the first pics of his own oral encounter started getting posted.

People all the way across the country getting sent photos of Zendaya bent over and soon they were jerking off in the comfort of their homes. Young women got sent photos of Zendaya spreading her ass cheeks for the camera and instead of feeling disgusted, they cheered on and wished they would be brave enough to do the same. Controversy would spark, both for how perverted this was, and for how this wasn’t the proper way to do it. Though lost in translation some would think it was meant to be that the proper way was for Tom to push a leash on her and walk her like a dog. Would she like that? Only she could decide. 

But Zendaya didn’t care for any of that. Nor knew those discussions would be happening now or shortly, she only cared that the reporter’s cock that was inside her was twitching. His own desires building up, Zendaya  cumming some more from the intense public fucking she had, using the audience she gathered around her as fuel to turn her on more. Her orgasms growing more intense with dozens of eyes and dozens more cameras capturing each millisecond of her face as she cummed. Squirting a little even across the red carpet for all to watch.

Tom with one last push forced his full length down this degraded reporter’s mouth and unleashed his own special web fluid down her throat. Cumming at Zendaya’s squirt with shocks and awe at learning she was a squirter for the tabloids.  His reporter was limp in surrender, drinking his sperm without choice, feeling him slip out as she choked and gagged at herself, hacking up some of his semen back up to let some of it fall onto the floor, questioning everything yet glanced with blood shot eyes as the male reporter started his own orgasm.

The first bits of cum were shot inside her, there was no escaping it from how quick it all happened. Feeling part of it enter her as he slipped out, while little cum that stayed doing nothing to fill the empty void his dick left. More of his seed started spraying out, photographers catching it like it was a jizz filled firehose as he sprayed his cum all over her ass and back. Every rope firing off and hitting a part of her body, glazing over her fabric and coating her milk chocolate skin with thick white semen. Zendaya tucked her legs in, almost pulling a muscle in her thighs from the half split she did yet still felt his orgasm washing over her like a white shower of bliss. 

Pushing her upper torso up and turning her head just fast enough to see him start spraying the front of her body, how he seemed to store up such copious amounts of cum was unknown to her. Just that she rolled over, sitting her cum stained ass on the ground while he fired off more of his cum which started to get more wet than solid. Coating her battered tits and face with him stepping forward to let the last bits of cum dribble out of his tip and onto her nose. 

The cameras froze, a moment of silence while watching on, many questioning if he had any more sperm left in the tank. Yet he squeezed the last drops out, a tiny bit not even leaving the slit of his penis, only for Zendaya to stick out her tongue and lick up the last remaining bit, his cock finally growing soft again. Everyone else went back to taking photos, some men shouting at her if they could get interviews too.

Tom simply smirked, seeing his girlfriend drenched in cum. Tucking his flaccid dick away before looking at the reporter he face fucked one last time. “We good?”

She looked up, mascara ruined, bit of cum still on her lip, and her knees bruised from the carpet, yet she did not yell or scream, only giving a soft “yes” while her voice sounded strained.

As Tom walked over, the male reporter stepped back and put away his dick, stepping back over the rope to join the press side of the red carpet. Zendaya sat there, feeling her body drenched in cum. Tom reached her and like a good boyfriend extended a hand towards her. She looked at him, smiling that he was still not there treating her like an object, yet took his hand either way. Cameras back on them both now, as he helped her stand up. His hot girlfriend, now dressed in black and white. The dress was still pushed away so her vagaina was fully exposed. And cum dripped down her back staining the black silk that remained, some hitting her hair extensions. But all of it feeling so nice along her skin. 

The actress simply stood upright, Tom standing beside her but not quite putting his hand behind her as to not get semen on his suit. But the pervy couple stood for a few more photos. Spider-Man showing off his cum slut of a MJ to all. Semen mixing with her make up, Zendaya didn’t care to fix herself, letting everyone see her cum coated face and semi ruined dress. The reporter who fucked her now stepping back to get his porno online before the others. 

Zendaya started to walk off the carpet. Everyone who would go inside would see her body just the way it is. As Tom followed her into the theater. An assistant tried to come over to see about fixing Zendaya but she refused, not even going to the bathroom to wash up. The cum dripped along her body, her chest red and stinging from the carpet pressed against it earlier. And she felt all eyes on her with the dress to the side, her pussy and ass visible without any blockage. There was no apology to the director for one of his stars staying this way, or to the theater when she got to her seat and sat down, cum still on her ass staining the seat itself. Tom sat beside her, getting looks from a few yet he didn’t care just like she didn’t.

The lights went down, and the movie started up, Zendaya sat and watched a more clothed version of herself be present on the big screen while her cum smeared face smiled and glanced over to her man. Proud of what they made and yet also pleased she could be used the way she did. All while Tom watched. Call it pity, call it being an obedient girlfriend, Zendaya at least did not want to leave her man hanging that night. So as the movie went on, Tom felt the zipper of his pants open again, this time, Zendaya was simply reaching over to stroke his dick, wanting him to get off on watching them on the screen. Only wanting what was best for her man.

“That’s my girl.” Tom called her in a whispered tone, before treating her the way she begged to be treated, guiding her head down to suck him off right there and then. Thinking little of what the media would say to any of this come morning. And focused on being a good girl and making him cum.

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A dense wall of steam greeted Alex as he entered the private bath house, robe in his hands and his vision narrow from the steam itself. The small bathing area was part of a larger spa resort, large tile walls that bled into wrapping around the tub itself, a woman relaxing under a thick layer of bubbles, her head resting along another towel that half sank into the water yet she cared little about it. Dove Cameron took her time in the spa to relax and de-stress, between projects and taking her sweet time in decompressing. The singer/actress laid under the water, a delightful smell of lavender filling the air while a face towel cleansed her pores of any grime inside them. Cucumber slices atop her eyes and a towel wrapped around her hair after washing it earlier. The soothing sensation of it all almost rendered her asleep, until she heard the soft footsteps of slippers along the tiles.

“Ms Cameron?” Alex stood before her. “I have your robe.”

Dove remained silent, hearing his words but pondered as it was a different person than the woman who led her there nearly an hour ago. “Are you new?” She asked him.

“Only for a few weeks, yes.” He nodded.

“Then you were told what I normally get whenever I visit.” She tilted her head in the direction she heard his voice, not removing the cucumber slices just yet.

“I do.” He replied.

“And you’re comfortable with it?” She asked.

“I kinda prefer it.” He replied once more.

The surface of the water broke, Dove raising her hand up to push one of the cucumber slices aside to glance at him. Alex seemed decent, mid 20’s, little shorter than average, short hair seeming to stand on its ends from how humid the steam made the room. But could see some freckles along his face, his eyes looking at her somewhat sheepishly, perhaps still trying to get used to his duties here, and what was about to come.

“What’s your name?” Dove took the other cucumber slice off her face.

“Alex.” He told her.

“Care to help dry me off Alex?” she took her face towel off, revealing more of her face to him.

A soft glow came across her from his POV, no make up, no attempt to hide herself, just a natural beauty that made him blush a little knowing what came next. “Yes Mam.” He prepared the robe for her.

“Please.” She lifted her head up as she began to get out. “Call me Dove.”

Dove pressed her hands on either side of the tub and pushed herself up. A layer of soap and water washing down her naked body as she came to view. Alex taking in most of her, admiring everything from her various tattoos marked along her skin, to her soapy breasts that seemed weightless, jiggling while bubbles of soap fell into the tub below. What he more focused on as his eyes lingered down, barely even seeing her pale white ass which the soap clung onto, was how between her legs was a large, erect cock.

He was no stranger to how some women had penises instead of vagina’s, the odds were 1 out of 4, yet still keeping the same feminine DNA that makes them biological women. So as Dove stood, letting herself semi air dry while the steam from her bath was still in the air, she caught his gaze at her cock.

“Like it?” She asked directly, catching him off guard.

“Yeah…” He couldn’t really hide it, why should he? He would be seeing her naked regardless of the spa package she ordered.

She turned and extended a hand towards him, Alex taking said hand in his own to help her out of the tub, her legs coated in bubbles, water dripping all over the floor yet she stepped down onto a mat where her own pair of slippers were waiting for her, putting them on while Alex walked around her, finally looking at her butt while spreading open the robe for her to slip it on, Dove accepting it, wrapping it around her yet not tying the belt around it, Alex darting over to a pile of towels in the opposite side of the room, warm from the steam, a little damp from vapors clinging onto the fabric but it would be used to dry off a bit more of dove either way. Hitting the switch for the ventilation system while he was there to start removing steam from the room.

Dove walked over to a bench along the wall, sitting down while Alex walked over to dry her legs. She shifted her arms in the robe to act like a towel, watching him get on his knees right in front of her. She parted her legs and let him work to clean the soapy water off her calves, before going a little further up, realising he was getting to her thighs, stopping for a moment until Dove opened the robe and spread her legs a bit more for him.

“Go ahead.” She told him. “You're going to need to dry her off anyways.”

This ‘her’ she referred to, the cock that was still hard between her legs, now standing up right with the robe out of the way. Alex looked at it once again, shaking his head to return to his duties. The towel in his hands now ran along her thighs. Drying off her legs as she leaned back along the bench, watching him work. Doing exactly what was taught of him, so she had no complaints of him as her first man to do this particular portion of their services. Both were aware of what would happen next as his hand brushed along her balls.

His first thought was to retract his hand from her, that self conscious awkwardness of being there while her dick remained erect to his touch, breathing softly to calm himself. The thighs were done, wrapping his hand in the towel, he reached for her penis to dry it off as well. Dove shuddering at the fabric along her flesh, Alex avoiding a firm grip on her to focus on wiping away the bubbles that gathered along her private parts. She opened up the top of her robe, exposing her bare breasts to him again, a single rouge bubble of soap along the tip of one nipple, Alex stroking her cock until it was clean, allowing him to see the white flesh and the slightly darker tip, the mushroom head aimed at his face.

“Kiss it.” She instructed him.

Alex didn’t even look up at her, he simply obeyed. Tilting his head over to kiss the tip of her penis, feeling it twitch against his lips. Dove bit her lower lip, the man looking hot while kissing her cock.

“Take the first few inches.” She slipped her arms out of her robe.

He opened his mouth and let the tip go past his lips, going only a third of the way down her length. Her hand reached out to rub the top of his head, seeing more clearly now with the steam slowly vanishing. She’d only taken a few male lovers in the past, Alex here seemingly taking a few dick girls in turn, as he made eye contact with her, gently bobbing his head along the few inches she told him to obediently. Licking along the underside of her cock, letting his mouth hang open to swirl his tongue around her tip, letting himself savor her with a tiny bit of pre cum leaking out.

“You can go further.” Dove moaned, throwing her head back while Alex pushed his downward.

Alex felt her tip hit the back of his throat, his hand reaching over to fondle her testicles. She took her hand and put a firm grip across his head, Alex surrendering control to let her push his head up and down onto her dick at her own pace. Relaxing his throat to let her do so.

“Fuck yes…..” Dove felt every inch be swallowed by him, a layer of spit engrossing her to make it easier for him to suck her off.

A tent rose in his work pants, Alex being sworn off cumming on the clock unless the client requested it. Simply enjoying being of oral pleasure for Dove. His nose pressed along her hairless crotch, smelling the lavender from her bath along her skin, the freshly cleaned cock feeling smooth with a faint taste of soap still lingering even after he dried it off. Yet she worked through it. Sucking each inch he could. And while he wouldn’t admit it unless Dove took his pants off, her’s was bigger than his.

Dove simply laid against the back of the bench, this employee giving her good head, always enjoying the oral she received when coming here for spa days. Yet Alex was giving something else she needed, that male submission which while an optional thing at most, was one of those things she missed when it came to dating men, most being intimidated by her cock like many other dick girls experience. So the willingness of Alex to not only be there on his knees for her but to take every single inch of her, it certainly turned her on. Her hand on his head went limp, Alex regaining control, slipping himself faster along her dick, Dove unable to tell if he had a gag reflex or not. Just that he picked up speed. 

A small bulge emerged along his neck where the dick pushed into his throat, lapping up and down over and over again. His eyes partly rolled up, never taking her dick out of his mouth. He could see her chest rise and fall, her hands kneading into her breasts while watching him work. His own cock throbbed in his pants, begging for a release he would only give it when he got on break. Dove took her sweet time, before suddenly feeling herself reaching her climax sooner than expected. Pushing his head down in order to cum.

Thick ropes of jizz hit the back of his throat, nearly choking before swallowing it. Her hand firmly placed against his head, Dove held Alex down while she emptied her balls into his stomach, the man drinking it all up. He could hear a guttural groan leave her lips, Dove needing this far more than she had first thought. All he could do was keep his lips wrapped around her until the last few drips left her tip, feeling her dick grow soft inside his mouth.

“Fuck me….” Dove let go of his head.

Alex pulled her penis out of his mouth, leaving it open to show he swallowed every drop of her cum. Giving her dick a few strokes to wipe his spit off it.

“I hope I was to your satisfaction.” Alex remained professional despite all he just did.

Dove simply looked at him, her body feeling more relaxed than ever even with the bath she just took, his smile seeming honest, yet she questioned in the back of her head what else he could do if his oral skills were that good. “Remind me to ask for you personally next time I come.” She laughed, thinking her next spa day should be sooner than later.

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“It’d be just like the original story”

The words rang in his ear.

“Who cares how bad it sounds?”

She begged him to do the unthinkable.

“Don’t even tell me when, just do it.”

The key she gave her laid in his palm.

“I even have the pills for it.”

He didn’t even have to wait for a good time, she just took up a prescription.

It was strange to him, a dear friend he’d known for years, Olivia Rodrigo, one of the biggest names in pop, and occasional fuck buddy, wanting to fill out a princess fantasy of hers. Some wish to be Cinderella, others Rapunzel, some prefer The Little Mermaid, Or Alice from Alice in wonderland. But Olivia? She wanted Sleeping Beauty; specifically the original fairy tale, where instead of the prince simply kissing her awake, he raped her where she slept, using her as his sexual plaything while she was in a deep sleep unable to wake up.

Now the story itself had its own twists and turns, such as Sleeping Beauty waking up after 9 months having been impregnated by the prince, and even a more twisted ending with a dark fate for her by the hand of the prince’s wife. But the singer being home for a few months after touring across half the world, her sleep schedule was absolutely fucked. So she started taking a stronger dosage variation of melatonin. Knocking her out in minutes. Olivia upon realizing she was just knocked out for at least 8 hours on end with one dose, now offering up the idea to her friend, that he should one night rape her in the middle of the night.

Somnophilia, was the word she threw out at him. This sexual arousal to sleep with someone who’s unconscious. The idea itself? Insane, even if she trusted him to do it, there was no telling what could happen to her. Maybe no real harm comes to her if he’s gentle, but she could have mental side effects. Yet an open invitation to sleep with her while she’s asleep, that was something that took him back, yet got him hard as well.

There was that nagging feeling he should turn back and forget all this, standing in front of her home at 2:57 in the morning, Olivia taking one Melatonin per night for two weeks now, every time texting him saying she would be passed out with no means of waking up till morning. That nagging voice in the back of his head kept telling him this was a bad idea, to go home, to not betray the trust she gave him despite this being her idea to begin with. Yet he still pushed the key into the slot and unlocked the door.

Finding her room was easy, having been in there many times over the years of them fucking off and on. Glancing around, seeing that she was truly out of it. Sleeping soundly under the covers of her bed, a faint glow from the moon outside shining through her windows, faint shadows cascading along her still face. He got closer, hearing her soft breaths while laying limp, deep in whatever dream she was having. As it hit him just how much like Sleeping Beauty this was, maybe closer to Snow White with how she had black hair but Snow White wasn’t raped in her original story so that’s why she picked Sleeping Beauty.

What was quite different though, pulling away the comforter and bed sheet below to reveal her white spaghetti top and loose fitting pink sleep shorts, the words ‘Bad Bitch’ embroidered in pink along the shirt. Clearly not that of a princess to wear, Olivia simply put on the kinds of clothes she would normally wear to bed. Yet that didn’t deter him, if anything, his own sexual interest in her that made him keep going to her for some fun gave way for his body to start being more into this plan of hers. Seeing her sleeping there, pushing the sheets away to let her whole body be on display, as he pushed his pants down.

Olivia was fully unaware tonight was the night he stripped naked in her bedroom. His hands jumping over to her shorts, pulling them down to see she ignored panties that evening and her pussy was exposed to him once more. A small patch of pubic hair along her crotch from not shaving herself there for a few days now. Yet he had no interest in if she was shaven or not, just tossing her shorts off the bed and pushing her top up to expose her tits. not taking the top off entirely, just pushing it up enough to let him give each tit a good squish in his hand. his cock rock hard at her mostly naked body, her pussy not even a little wet. by every account, she was in a perfect state for her fantasy, as it started to grow more on him, eyes wandering over her, two of his fingers slipping into her cunt while she laid there, and the soft groan she made unconsciously, even if she could feel it in her dreams, she wasn't waking up any time soon. A thought that took over his mind while mounting her.

there was no foreplay, no grace, no love nor care for her well being. just a late night lust fueled by her only request to not be gentle. tossing her legs over his shoulders, he forced himself into her. her body not rejecting him, her pussy growing wet only in reflex to help keep him from doing damage to her. Olivia's body rocking along with each thrust, breasts jiggling back and forth as he went, whatever moans and groans she had was not really her loving it, rather her body responding in turn, a small part of her unconscious state peaking out to tell him she enjoyed this, not that he cared if she did, he fucked her because he wanted to.

Thrusting deeper into her, legs bent at an angle from him leaning more downward. More than able to slip every inch inside her with ease, watching her sleepy face contort and shift with their sex rocking the bed, eyes remaining shut, lips open to breath more heavily, everything clicking with him that he loved this. Not out of malice towards her, she'd done nothing to offend him. No, this was about taking what little innocence she had left while she slept, lifting her ass up off the bed to thrust into her at a better angle, slamming his length inside her like she was a sex doll. it was more than enough to push him over the edge. No warning or spectacle, just cumming deep inside her cunt. lowering her down while he filled her up. his reward for doing this.

Olivia would eventually wake up that morning, the sun beating down into her room. Part of her felt groggy but that was mostly a side effect of the melatonin. Yet she felt off in a different way. Smirking, realizing how she felt, Olivia pushed aside the covers to see her dream had come true, her shorts still off her hips, and the stains of where cum leaked from her pussy was between her legs. He'd done what she's ask of him, climbing out of bed feeling aroused at the notion. Was she truly happy with this outcome. Even if it was something the average person would report or cry for help over, there were her texts telling him to do it, guilty of nothing but being a pervert. She thanked him over text and moved on, tending to work, hanging out with friends, and partaking in drinks before heading home, downing another dose of Melatonin, and heading to bed. 

But it did not end there.....

Olivia woke up the next day, feeling refreshed from her slumber, feeling the soft bedsheets along her skin, before realizing she felt it across her body, tossing the blanket over to see she was stripped fully naked last night. Startled, coming to the discovery that she had been raped again in her sleep she texted him to ask what was going on, a single reply came back.

"Who cares how bad it sounds? You're the one who wanted this."

Her mind raced, her body twitched, her pussy....she was unsure how to feel.

For another week, he entered her room every night.

For another week, He defiled her body like the Sleeping Beauty she was.

For another week, she woke up to shock, to annoyance, to growing numb of sex to a point she didn't even want to sleep around normally.

For another week, she was the princess of her dreams just like the fairy tale.

Yet a week after that, she finds the next part of the story coming true with two little lines on a pregnancy text.

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This is not a story of great sexual conquests

This is a story of Bradley:

Bradley by all means and reason was a very average human male. 18, Caucasian, black hair, born and raised with a silver spoon up his ass some would say. Spending his days more recently in university. Poor Bradley however, was also a victim of both hubris, and false science. “The Alpha Male” He self proclaimed to all. “I am the dominant and women must submit to me.” Fun and games to him, a nightmare to those in his ‘war path’. To call upon it on a political aspect would be silly, not to diminish politics itself, but rather he had absolutely no self-awareness over what was political and what was not, that the moment he failed to understand something, be it an opinion, a genuine concern for one’s health, or even the deli he went to lunch for running out of Provolone for example, he would just shout “WOKE DEI” and run off like a toddler demanding for candy before dinner.

But alas, Bradly went on with his life thinking he was the "Alpha" all shall bow before him. until taking time in one class in particular. It wasn't the class itself that mattered, rather it was the introduction of a student that caught his eye. Francine seemed like any normal girl, slim, blemish free skin, blonde hair pulled back with a headband and dressed in a bubble gum pink dress, a sweater drapped around her shoulders and tied at the sleeves in the front, walking over to her seat with an elegant grace he could only describe as dainty, thought that may be the wrong use of the word if his friends were right.

"The Stepford Look" A smarter student than him told him after class, a take on the old golden days of the 1950's where all men where the bread winners and came home to stay of home wives who did the cooking and cleaning etc, classic family values rites. Some called it a callback to a simpler time, others a repulsive ideal for what a woman should act like. for Bradley, it seemed like the perfect ideal for a woman to him, taking a liking to the submissive parts. Bradley would soon start to take a liking to Francine, who soon included Betty, and Taylor, and Susan and Lucy and Emily. not noticing right away how more women of the same stature of Francine started appearing. similar dressing, similar mannerisms, similar submission to men like Bradley heard of but had yet to partake in. Word being a sorority house was made for them and more girls were joining both the sorority and the school. Bradley not minding the new female students who kept fitting the bill for what he thought was an ideal woman.

Not realizing for every new female student, one male student was now gone.

As the first semester of his school year ended, Bradley was taken aback at the array of beautiful women who sat in the common eating areas, a flurry of pinks and blues, some yellow, others green or red, all prim and proper dresses for prim and proper women, a fact Bradley grew confident enough to sit amongst. quickly they came to his sides, cooing and aweing at his casual mentions of fighting for what's right by hitting the gym, showing off muscles that didn't exist from his fib of working out. some women outside of the clique rolled their eyes at how silly the women were entertaining him, but Bradley did not see, nor did he care, as Francine came over, offering him to come visit them at their sorority that night. An offer he could hardly say no to after she rubbed his shoulder mentioning how much fun they'll have.

"It was silly" His 'Beta Male' roommate told him while Bradley was getting ready. "He knew nothing about them." He retorted.

But that was what Bradley liked, they had little personality outside of girly, so it made them susceptible to his 'Alpha' urges, rubbing a thick layer of cologne along his neck, wanting to seduce them all. despite his roommates protests that he'd noticed several male students go missing after interacting with those sorority girls, Bradley still went off with the goal of getting some good; possibly virgin pussy. The sorority house wasn't hard to find off campus, the young adult arriving to a new flurry of ladies he either never met before or only seen in passing at the school. inside he saw the entire multilevel house look like someone took Barbie's dream home and made it into a reality. Pink walls, fuzzy couches, pop songs in the background from a source he did not see, and even with this place being more homely, every woman still remained modest to some degree, if not a dress, than comfy sleepwear that covered the arms and legs, a short sleeve top here and there, but all in vibrant pastel colors with the so

Francine was able to find him, being the only man in the house at that time. His smirk never leaving his face, seeing many of the girls watch him as he walked, despite not paying attention to why they watched, or how one or two almost gagged at his cologne. Bradley simply walking over to one of the couches, lured in by the charm of Francine. Her eyes glancing over him, mesmerized at his figure, a girl who's name escaped his lips offered a soft drink, taking a sip not paying attention outside of it being a fruity mix of carbonated soda and juice. Requesting a more masculine drink, yet they dodged the question with one of their own.

"What kind of woman is your ideal girl?"

The thought took him back a little Bradley hardly thinking about who the perfect girl was, only thinking he wanted pussy. he sat there, taking another sip of the drink given to him, actually not disliking the flavor, and pondered a bit before answering. Rattling off on a few things, how she's polite, great at cooking, had the voice of an angel and could sing like one too. making somewhat rude comments like how she was a virgin yet also knew everything that a whore would do with a pension for sex the moment she's deflowered by him, his hand in marriage yes, waiting for marriage to deflower her was optional. they all listened to him attentively, Bradley drinking more of his beverage, his words now speaking of her looks, long black hair like his, slim figure, big breasts....no, smaller, breast and ass size not being an issue for him. strangely, he wanted her body to fit her figure, perfection in simplicity to sum it up. Then her smile, her lovely smile, melting his heart but also made to smile like that because

He wanted her,

He wanted to be with her,

He wanted to be her,

He wanted to be her....

She wanted to be her.......

Bradley fell to the floor with a thump, the added mixture to his drink making him unconscious, a parade of laughter and cheers from the ladies over him now knocked out. Time being but a suggestion for hours on end till the dead of night. Bradley woke up with a headache, not from the tumble he took off the couch, but the ringing noise that filled his head. moving to get up only to feel his arms and legs tied down, before noticing he was now naked. Pink light coated his body, an overhead colored bulb washing over his nude figure while small chants could be heard in the corners. Brad looked around, Francine in front of him about 5 feet away, her body now dressed in a white nightgown that did little to hide what lack of clothing she had underneath.

Brad tried to break free, his arousal of the notion of partly naked women tanked by his fear of being tied down with no escape at that time. Their chanting was vague, even Francine was more of a hushed whisper. “Bring out our new sister” The only words loud enough for him to hear. The ringing noise got more tense, pink light flaring up in brightness, body reacting almost feeling repulsed by himself. A strange level of certainly as Francine made her chants louder, as if the device and their ritual were connected. That certain level of fear which ran along his body preventing him from getting hard. More so, he didn’t feel as lustful for pussy. Suddenly craving…..cocks for some reason.

He wasn’t gay, or at least assumed so, questioning everything as he felt his body feel flush. His skin got clearer, figure got smaller, his hair grew longer, her chest pushed out from pecks to tits. Brad cried out, feeling a frog in his throat that made him sound less masculine, like he was screaming his mainlyness out of him. The circle of women grew closer, Francine pushed herself into his face, her hand finding his crotch, gripping the penis in her hand. Before twisting it like clay.

A bit of pain, a bit of relief, terror in their eye watching their penis be reshaped, reformed, remade into something else. Pushing it inward, a portion of his lower belly getting rewired and organs spread around shrinking and growing. A pain he had never felt before, all as his sex became that of a woman, Francine spreading open the newly formed pussy folds of B.

She screamed for a reason why, his masculine side vanishing with every passing moment. There was fear in his eye, a fear Francine could only witness as he faded into the furthest specs of his mind. Whispering in his ear.

“Come to us sister….”

This WAS the story of a man named Bradley who lived like an ‘Alpha’, and passed as a male human being, what little of himself now locked away in the deepest parts of his brain, never to be seen again.

…….But that was his story, now it was hers.

Victoria gasped at the first feeling of life enter her, face still in the middle of converting over, but the straps that held their previous person were released as the pink light died out. The woman falling to the ground naked, bits of her body still mending and reverting into this feminine figure that curled into a ball on the floor. Francine and her fellow sisters getting in close as the final adjustments were made. Hair reaching its peak, skin smooth as her small ass, voice sounding like an angel with her gasps, breasts small but pert, and eyes, piercing brown eyes that flickered with her final transformation, laying naked on her side across a concrete floor.

Her sisters knelt down and swarmed her, Victoria sitting upright, no effort in covering herself up among her peers. But she still felt a dash of confusion, her memories long gone, head throbbing from the machine, Francine draped a blanket over her virgin body while helping her up.

“Don’t worry.” Francine told her. “We all felt the same when we first joined the sorority.”

Victoria nodded, not ready to speak yet, but walked up the stairs to where her new roommate would be meeting her, a day of dress up before her in the morning.

…….

This is the story of a woman named Victoria Justice.

Victoria was the envy of most women, slim, flawless skin, silky black hair, a smile that melted the hearts of all that saw it. Attending university amongst her sorority sisters. Some questioned where she came from, others gushed over how she looked in stepford. Seen nearly every day in white Mary Jane heels, a lush baby blue dress and her hair done up in a bun. Partaking in many things alongside her sisters, while many pondered how so many joined this sorority, no one can deny they made some good baked goods for a fundraiser the university had. 

They walked in unison one day, heading into town for a couple of milkshakes. Victoria caught the eyes of a few men who found her pretty, and a flustered male student who seemed to duck away as the gaggle of girls approached. Victoria spotting a few missing posters near the wall this student was at, noticing they were all men that were missing, each around college age. One male stood out, some dude named Bradley. Victoria swearing she knew that name off the tip of her tongue but wasn’t sure from where.

Francine stopped her, assuring her that all these men, if missing, were off to a better place now, as her other sisters nodded in agreement. Victoria trusted her, stepping away from the missing posters, putting a smile on her face, and joined the others as they arrived at their destination for milkshakes. Living her happy new life as a woman, that thought of Bradley fading away into nothing….

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A faint pitter patter of rain hitting the ground made some people dart out of the way, grey clouds loomed the sky for half the day already but those who were hoping the rain would come around later that evening were sorely mistaken, one woman, Maisie Williams, darting through the small cobblestone street of the shopping area she was in. Thinking how silly it was of her not to bring an umbrella despite knowing one would be needed. Tucking into a small cut in for a shop as the rain got stronger, she was in no position to get herself wet or her new clothes ruined on the first day, and the road was meant for foot traffic so darting out to the main street for a cab at this hour would be troubling. Instead, she looked at the shop, along the pink painted outside and the glass panes showing the contents inside, she seemed to have found herself at some sort of alternative boutique store. Shrugging her shoulders and thinking it best to just go in and wait out the rain.

A bell rang as the door opened, signaling her entrance, Maisie glancing around and seeing the store had a simple pastel look to it, blending in with the rest of the shops around there yet at second glance, she noticed there was several rows of lingerie on display. Stepping forward she noticed a bit more than just lingerie, an array of scented candles, perfumes, bedroom oddities like body paint and edible panties. This was a more elegant adult store. Maisie blushing at the realization, while not ashamed of sex, was not expecting this to be the store she would hide from the rain in.

“Welcome in!” A chipper voice was heard at the other end of the store.

Maisie turned to see a woman in her 30’s hair pulled back, green top, floral skirt, walking over towards her from the back spotting the woman near the entrance. “Are we looking for anything in particular?"

“Oh no,” Maisie raised her hand. “Just wanted to wait out the rain”

The woman glanced over and saw the rain pouring down a little harder now. “Of course, please, don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.” Her voice sounding both chipper and a little off, like she was sticking to a script given to her and doing her best not to go off it.

Maisie walked around the store, if anything than to act busy. The rain could be heard pattering on the roof while soft music played overhead, the woman working there heading to the register area. By all means it was a nice store, not some seedy shop in the corner of the alleyway for pornos. So observing what was there seemed less of a taboo, more so seeing it seemed to cater to women’s kinks instead of men’s. A few male torsos were encased in boxes with little thin plastic windows to give shoppers an idea for what cock size each torso had. Maisie chuckling to herself a little at how big some of them were and turned to see one of the main attractions of this shop.

Along one wall, a vast array of sex toys were on display. Some in box, others out on little pedestals, the vast majority of them being dildos. Big ones, small ones, vibrating ones to ones that look far more magical than human. Maisie walked over towards the wall, taking a gander at all the different models they had out, even for an adult store there was something oddly bold to put out dildos right in the open like this, no box nor wall preventing people from taking them right off the shelf, just a vibrant selection of silicone cocks for all to see and share. Only pondering with her eyes, her hands clinging to the shopping bag she already had on her person. But she glanced around from top to bottom, many kinds of models being out of the ordinary for her, amused by the cocks that look like that of dragons, an actress of a show that had dragons herself back in the day, asking herself if they ever made such a toy based of those dragons.

“I see you found our literal wall of cocks.” The employee came over again, standing beside Maisie near the wall. “We pride ourselves in having a vast selection for whatever niche you need.

“Niche indeed.” Maisie glanced over the lower shelf with a selection of horse cock dildos.

“Would you care to try one while you wait?”

“Pardon?” Maisie looked at her surprised.

“We actually have a private little room in the back for those who wish to try our toys in advance of purchase.” She pointed to a separate door near the wall of cocks. “I can prepare a clean one for you and if you enjoy it we can make the sale with the same toy.”

“Oh, I’m not sure I…” Maisie tried to wave it off.

“Many of our customers enjoy it,” She kept going off her script. “Some even use it was an excuse to have their best orgasms ever.”

“I can see but…” Maisie paused, the wall of cocks and the rain outside making her ponder what to do. And even if it felt strange to consider, it was an option. “Best orgasms ever?”

“Yes, take this one for example.” She stepped over and pointed to one labeled ‘the Dil-Girl’. A somewhat medium sized dildo with a pink tip and a white shaft, along with a button on the button for a vibration setting. “A model from SLU-Tech, this item being quite popular for those who just want a taste of bliss.”

Maisie looked at the dildo, the design unique and the tease of bliss being nice at this moment. “I suppose….It wouldn’t hurt?”

“Excellent, I’ll get the door for you.” She led Maisie towards the back.

In the back of her mind something nagged at her, pondering why she was doing this, yet she followed either way, the employee leading her to a smaller side room tucked along the wall, this small, almost walk in closet like area was seated with an array of pillows and blankets, along with a few of the scented candles from the store front with some matches if someone wanted to set the mood. Maisie taking in the sight, finding some comfort in how they designed this room with the thought of masturbation in mind.

“I’ll leave you be to do what you wish, the door can be locked on your side if you wish for privacy, simply leave the room whenever you’re done.” She nodded, stepping backwards to close the door with her, leaving Maisie alone.

She heard the music overhead die down a little with the door closed, rain still being heard overhead. There was something odd holding a back of clothes in one hand and a dildo in the other, something Maisie was not expecting to happen today. But still, this rain wasn’t going to let up for a while, she might as well stay entertained. Setting the bag down, she locked the door and lit a candle, the smell of fresh brewed tea hitting her nose from it. A small portable CD player was also nearby, preloaded with a soothing soundtrack which she only had to hit play on. All of this, before she started taking her clothes off.

Shoes, socks, top, bottoms, unclasping her bra before pushing her panties down, she placed them neatly in her shopping bag along the other items she bought, a fuzzy pink rug under her feet before she turned and fell back onto the large pillows, hitting them with a soft thud of stuffing inside meeting her. As she laid on the cushions naked, her hands rested on either side of her, glancing around, pondering if there were any secret cameras she should be worried about. Not seeing anything that could even hide a camera, she spread her legs and got comfortable. Starting with her hands.

Maisie knew her body well, taking a hand to insert a finger inside her pussy, gently touching herself to get a rhythm going. Letting her thoughts go to her normal fantasies when tending to her needs. Growing wet while she worked, Maisie fondled one of her small breasts in her free hand, just getting her nipple hard enough to toy with between her fingers. Finding the pinching feeling around the sensitive nub arousing to her. Tentatively, she fingered herself at a steady pace, keeping it slow to let her fingers get nice and wet, stopping her normal routine of self pleasure to introduce the toy.

Keeping her fingers off the button for the vibrator, Maisie lowered the dildo down and used her own fluids as lube, inserting it inside her with a quiver. The toy was cold to the touch, even along her warm pussy, feeling the tip rub along her insides while pushing it further in, tilting her head back into a pillow with a moan escaping her lips.

Maisie closed her eyes and let her hand do the work, working each inch into her with a firm grip at the end feeling her fist press along her vagina preventing her from going further. The feeling itself was unique, the silicone form of it making it not feel like a real penis, yet was compelled to treat it as such despite no one being attached to it but her hand. The size felt natural, modest yet with enough girth to fill her up. Maisie dug her finger nails into the nipple pinching herself, giving it a twist to edge her on. A singe of pain only a means to force her other hand to thrust faster into her now dripping wet pussy, letting out a few faint moans, unsure how soundproof the walls of this room were.

Her thumb slipped and hit the button, a sudden wave of vibrations rolled into her at such a high speed and strength that Maisie arched her back up, gasping as the full length of the dildo vibrated inside her. Shuddering with pleasure, she struggled to hold onto the part of the toy that was still outside of her, said dildo seeming to have a mind of it’s own. Beads of sweat started to drip down her face, flushed to all hell from the toy, yet finding herself unable to stop. Her thumb was right there, pushing down on the button again yet it only picked up the pace. Maisie thought it went through different speeds before turning off, yet each time she tried to flip it off, it got faster, or stronger, or both.

The employee could hear a high pitched squeal, not a loud one, just high enough to know that Maisie had found the button. Maisie in turn felt her body quake, the toy making her orgasm rather quickly. That comment the employee made before about people wanting to taste bliss suddenly making sense, that bliss washing over her from a single toy that she hardly could reach in the same way with her fingers. Yet Maisie made the mistake of letting go, collapsing back on the cushions, hands at either side of her, yet the dildo kept working, and before Maisie could understand what was happening, it slipped inside her fully. 

Gasping, Maisie felt it vibrate itself deeper inside her. Her hands quickly reaching for her pussy to try and get it out yet the dildo had a mind of its own, Maisie rolling over, feeling it reach spots she didn’t know possible for either toy or man to hit. In fact the toy itself seemed to feel like it was getting bigger. Her eyes darted up, looking at the door, questioning if she should ask for help, but the toy got so intense that another orgasm washed over her. Clutching her legs together and remaining on the floor; before seeing that her arms and legs were shrinking as if magic.

The employee woman stood facing out at the front doors, hearing the screams of panic of Maisie followed by her screams of pleasure with more orgasms hitting her. The woman’s eye twitching, knowing what fate Maisie was facing yet by every account was forced to stand and wait, not faltering from her script, or perhaps face a worse fate than Maisie. The actress scrambling to reach for the door but felt her limbs fail her, shrinking inward towards her body while the dildo vibrated at levels she didn’t think possible for a toy, at the same time not thinking how it was making her body be altered, or to even think…..thinking was getting hard…..she was getting hard, flesh turned to silicone and limbs fading into nothing, parts of her felt hollow, her mind was fellin-

THUD

The employee heard something fall over, a faint hum of a vibrator still going. She walked over and opened the door to see Maisie on the floor, no longer human; rather she was now but a naked head and torso made of silicone with the dildo sticking out her pussy. The toy from SLU-Tech slowly turned off its vibrations and slipped out of her vagina still glistening in the former woman’s fluids. Maisie’s last expression being that of both fear and pleasure, as if uncertain how she was cumming yet could not say no to her orgasm. Her remaining body now captured in great detail while in an artificial form. The employee picking up Maisie and heading on out of the room to the side room she first appeared from. While this store was targeted towards women, their sibling store elsewhere would find great use of this Maisie doll to it’s male clientele, the woman putting Maisie on a table to be boxed later, along with another silicone torso of a woman who came in an hour or so before Maisie did. Maisie could still feel a faint sense of presence, like a part of her was still alive yet could not breathe or speak, even unable to move her eyes. And yet this prospect of being a sex toy herself, it made her grow oddly wet still as she heard the bell at the door ring.

“Hello, welcome in!” The woman acted like nothing happened. “How can I be of assistance?"

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“I mean it can’t be that bad right?” one of them spoke up, breaking the silence of crickets and trees rustling along them.

“It’s just a myth I think?” Another got nervous.

“Then why are we here?” She asked, confused. “The whole point of us sneaking over here was because we heard about the rumor.”

“A rumor filled with too much terror for me.” She felt panic in her step.

“Oh this is silly I gotta at least check it.”

“Jenna wait!” Emma asked in a hushed whisper.

Jenna Ortega and Emma Myers were just part of a group adult girls who all snuck away from their larger group out on the lake for the spooky season, half of it was unknown why to Emma, Jenna simply liking the lake cabin in the woods with a Friday the 13th vibe to it all. So word of there being spirits or ghosts in one of those cabins by the lake, the lot of them wandered off from the others and went ghost hunting. Yet finding the cabin in question, no one dared get close, until Jenna started walking over. Emma stayed ducked behind a bush along the others, some of them already darting back to rejoin the party.

Jenna approached the cabin, a gentle night breeze showed that the door was open, swinging faintly in the wind. She walked up the stairs, the old wood creaking under her weight, pushing the door open with one hand, Jenna glanced around the room–not seeing anything out of the ordinary other than a handful of markings. Vanishing into the cabin, Emma grew more worried, the other girls expecting something to happen like the cabin exploding or for Jenna to scream bloody murder. Yet they heard nothing, just silence along the water.

Inside, Jenna observed the living room scene she walked into, the remaining furniture covered in sheets, cobwebs in the fireplace, no tables to be seen nor light fixtures along the walls. Just dried markings over the wooden floor with a rug half haphazardly tossed over part of it. Jenna pulled the rug away, seeing the rest of the markings underneath, unsure if it was made of paint - ash - or blood. Whatever the case, it was dried up, not daring to touch it to see if it would wipe away. In the middle it appeared to be ruins of sigils for a deity to be summoned, what type of deity or what dead language it was in was uncertain, only that the rumors of spirits appeared to come from this exact spot.

What Jenna was not expecting was a lone doll in the very center of the ritual circle, made of pieces of burlap and two button eyes along a hairless head. No clothing to speak of, just a genderless doll that might have something to do with the ritual. A host body for the spirit perhaps? Jenna pondered it over while reading the symbols along the ground, unaware of what they mean or how to speak them, but could tell some singing along the wood under a few markings. Making her believe the ritual they tried to perform here worked, but if so, what happened after to make the cabin be abandoned in such a way?

“Jenna?” 

She heard a hushed shout at the door, turning to see that Emma was now there. Her body running on adrenaline of trying to get Jenna out of there to overcome her fear. 

“Check it out.” Jenna waved her over. “They did some wild shit here.”

“Coolcoolcool now let’s go!” Emma walked over trying to usher Jenna out, the cabin looking more scary by the minute. 

“But there’s this doll and-” Jenna pointed over to it.

“Okay so we’ll take it with us to look later.” Emma didn’t think, just stepping past Jenna over the markings to grab the doll.

“Emma Wait!” Jenna had her turn to call out to her.

But it was too late.

The moment Emma grabbed the doll, the markings on the floor began to flicker and glow, Jenna dared not cross them, instead tried to grab Emma’s arm to pull her out. But the doll’s eyes started to glow, Emma realizing her mistake in her haste tried to let go of the doll but the doll never left her hand. From the outside the girls that were still there saw the windows glowing red, believing both Jenna and Emma were about to be taken straight to the pits of hell and started running away, Jenna hearing their screams of terror even from inside, but was distracted by the screams of terror from Emma, who watched as swirls of light purple light started wrapping along her arm heading up from the doll towards her head. Feeling it enter her ear.

Jenna tumbled backwards in shock, Emma’s eyes now glowing the same light purple the doll had, her screams going mute as if losing her voice, and she began to float a foot above the floor. Hushed whispers of unknown voices flooding the room as if they picked up where the ritual last ended, Jenna only able to mouth an apology towards Emma watching her be taken into this. Whatever it may be.

“By death this pact of old was made.” Something spoke through Emma. “By life the pact will be broken.”

Jenna grew worried what it meant, Emma’s body twitching and shaking, before the room went silent again, with Emma dropping to the ground with a thud, the ritual circle now vanished into thin air, and the doll laid there with it’s button eyes now gone.

“Emma!” Jenna rushed over to her, Emma laying passed out on the floor. “Are you okay?!?”

Emma didn’t respond. Jenna grew nervous she was dead, grabbing her phone, she was reminded at how shitty the connection here was, wondering if she needed to drag Emma out of here to get help.

*GASP* Emma nearly choked on her first breath back, Jenna pushing herself back a little bit as Emma seemed off. Her voice with an echo, body hunched over, and her eyes when she turned to Jenna, were this deep, royal purple color where no iris could be seen, just a solid color that glowed ever so faintly while she sat there.

“Hell….what a trip.” Emma spoke with the same odd tone as when she held the doll.

“E-Emma?” Jenna was worried something happened.

“Emma?” It pondered with Emma’s arms pushing them up to stand. “So that’s the voice in my head. Emma….She has a nice body.”

This being inside Emma looking over the girl, then to Jenna.

“What are you?” Jenna grew fearful of this creature.

“Some would call me an incubus.” It used Emma to get closer. “But please, Emma works for simplicity.”

“Well get out of her.” Jenna tried to tell him.

“Oh sweet girl, there’s only one way for me to leave her body.” ‘Emma’ grabbed Jenna and dragged her over to a couch.

Jenna felt herself be manhandled….womanhandled technically, forced down on the sheets that covered the couch while Emma and her intruder jumped her. The incubus that possessed her simply ripping at both their clothes like some sort of animal, Jenna’s attempts to cry for help being shut down by Emma and the fact their so called friends ran off earlier. Feeling herself grow more naked as the incubus inside Emma forced her naked facing her. Emma feeling herself rip her own clothes off, Jenna getting confused to what exactly was about to happen. Incubus by legend, had cocks, yet Emma was a woman. Even Emma, in the furthest regions of her mind who was trapped behind the power of this incubus controlling her, was confused as to how this was supposed to work. As the incubus took Emma’s pants off, it closed her eyes, and both were introduced as to how.

With her panties pulled away, Jenna could see Emma’s vagina, neither of them being close enough to see each other naked, yet that wasn’t what startled Jenna. Emma could even feel it, something burning inside her like fire, her vagina spreading wide, flesh pulsing out with the outer areas of her vagina fading into it. Jenna watching in horror as a massive cock began growing out of Emma’s former pussy. Thick, veiny, larger than any penis she had ever seen on a man before, the tip poking out behind its foreskin, leaking of Emma’s fluids before it leaked pre cum instead. The cock finally stopped growing near Jenna’s navel, the meaty penis resting along her skin.

“Enjoy the view, it’ll be inside you in just a moment.” The incubus looked Jenna right in the eyes.

Jenna got worried, unsure what to think of this, yet her own pants were torn away, pussy exposed and ready to be used by them. Her hands reached up and tried beating on Emma, unsure if Emma could feel it inside but the incubus didn’t care, it craved sex after being trapped for so long. Rolling over Jenna to pin her down, Jenna struggling to call for help one last time before feeling it enter her. And her screams for help turned to pain. The incubus cock bigger than anyone who was ever inside her before, instantly splitting her apart while every inch pushed into her.

Emma could feel it deep within the mind she was trapped in, forced to watch in horror as this deity raped her friend. Emma the incubus on the other hand, felt nothing but pleasure, the blood that ran from Jenna’s pussy acting as lube for them, thrusting further and further into her in ways most humans would never be able to achieve if not for the dark magic that made him possess this woman in the first place. Tears running down her face, Jenna struggling to tell herself that it was this demon that was doing this, not Emma, even if she turned her head to look up at her assaulter, Emma’s face grinned back with those damned purple eyes.

“Jesus…” Jenna said faintly.

“Jesus has nothing to do with this.” The incubus raped her harder, laughing at the notion.

The air filled with Emma’s hips smacking alongside Jenna’s ass, Jenna sobbing uncontrollably while she felt her stomach bulge out. The demon cock being so large it hardly fit inside her, yet nothing was stopping them from going balls deep into Jenna’s cunt, despite not growing out balls. The demonic undertones of Emma’s voice as the incubus cackled and spanked each of her ass cheeks. The couch creeking and sending dust in the air from their fucking disturbing the abandoned piece of furniture. Emma bucking her hips widely, the incubus enjoying himself a little too much inside this woman’s body causing them both to get tired.

“By death this pact of old was made.” Emma repeated itself. “By life the pact will be broken.”

Jenna was confused, then felt what it meant inside her. The incubus pushing Emma’s body on top of her, Jenna feeling it get closer yet tried to stop it, only for her head to be bashed into the couch again. The incubus getting every inch inside of Jenna before her eyes glowed brighter, pumping a massive load of cum right inside Jenna’s womb. Waves of semen flooding her and seeping out of the sides staining the sheet. Emma felt the incubus’s control over her slip with each burst of cum it filled Jenna up. The cock shrinking alongside its orgasm. Jenna simply endured it, feeling her stomach bloat with cum, the penis getting smaller until Emma the incubus shrieked with the purple light leaving her body, and Emma the human collapsed on Jenna’s naked body. Penis nowhere to be found.

Neither one of them spoke, Emma feeling groggy back in her own mind, while Jenna laid there feeling violated. Emma pushing herself off of her friend and saw the pool of blood and jizz that soaked into the couch between Jenna’s legs, feeling up her own crotch to confirm that yes, the incubus cock was gone, and her body was back to normal.

“Jenna?” Emma’s voice was back to normal.

Jenna turned her head to face Emma, bloodshot eyes and terror in her expression. “I-I think it impregnated me….” She said chocking on her words.

“Oh god.” Emma looked at her, Jenna pushing herself off the couch to show off her stomach was still bloated with cum, “I-I-I’m so sorry.” Emma started to cry.

“No it wasn’t you.” Jenna consoled her. “But we’re not done.”

“...By life it will be broken?” Emma remembered.

“Just who or what baby is this?” Jenna held her stomach.

They limped out of the cabin, mostly naked, full of questions and cum, and as the demonic semen reached Jenna’s eggs, the doll they left behind vanished, the incubus’s prison now but dust, free to do whatever, only needing to wait 9 months for the next part of it’s terror.

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The mall was full of mid-day shoppers, still in the woes of Halloween nearing yet some shops were prepping for the incoming Christmas items to be stocked the moment Halloween passes. The Alyn Lind sisters, Natalie, Emily, and Alyvia, had all gathered and taken the day to go out and do a little shopping in the 3 story shopping mall.  The three adult sisters going about their day like any other for them, too busy caught up in their conversations to see 4 security guards run past them.

“Any thoughts for Halloween outfits?” Emily spoke up amongst them.

“Little late for that question?” Alyvia was puzzled.

“Why what did you pick?” Emily asked.

“Re-using my old school uniform.” Alyvia teased.

“So just slutty school girl.” Natalie rolled her eyes.

“Hey I’m 18 so it’s kosher.” Alyvia kept walking along them. “What did you pick?”

“.....Kinda slutty nurse.” Natalie blushed being caught in her hypocrisy.

“So I’m just the only one without an outfit yet.” Emily noticed.

“I mean you could lean in with us.” Natalie told her.

“Yeah just go trick or treating with a dash of incest being teased.” Emily now rolled her eyes.

“No nothing like that.” Alyvia replied. “Maybe a little.”

They laughed at dumb jokes, walking through the second level of the mall as a few more guards jogged past. A small kerfuffle of commotion bellowed around a small area of the mall, most of the people there arguing in front of a shop that wasn’t honoring a coupon that they never made, rather some scammer online made an AI advert and passed it off as real. Security being there because they were getting rough. The employees of that store and the nearby stores got more nervous as one person got a little more randy than the others. The crowd growing larger, mostly people who were just wanting to see what was happening, the shop itself being a sort of horticulture shop where they mix remedies for home use. Never even offering a discount on their items before.

One person charged past the security and staff, rushing back into the shop with the logic of “I’ll just make a mix myself and you can take off a bit as a thanks for my service.” Jumping the counter to a large array of what can only be described to the untrained eye as potions and elixirs and all sorts of ingredients to make their home treatments. The staff being told to stand back by security hoping to not escalate the situation, only for this rogue person to start tossing everything into a mix with no idea what he was making, just that whatever he made should make him high. One employee realized which elixirs were being poured into this container and started trying to push everyone out, scrambling for the doors to lock him in. Security being of no help, but the staff realized this man had forgotten a filter that they use when mixing certain things that if he was making a gas form for inhaling, it was about to go out everywhere.

Yet sadly, he grabbed one last item from the wall of mixtures, a black liquid in a large jug like bottle simply labeled ‘Chemical XXX’. thinking it would be a good way to make him feel drunk, simply popping the cap and pouring down the whole bottle as smoke began to float above the container. His free hand now reaching for an empty bottle assuming he could simply pour it in but it was far too late now. The employees made one last plea for getting people out, before suddenly…..the unspecific combination of hastily put together items caused a reaction that exploded into a ball of gas that filled the entire store.

The quick panic and fear that rolled around thinking it was some sort of chemical bomb or poison from the panic of the employees made people run away after inhaling some of it or covering their mouths as they ran. The same man being pushed back a little from the gas engulfing him as this pink cloud of unknown substance began pulsing out from the container he used like smoke from a burning fire, one security guard charging in and pushing the man to the ground, while another looked for a way to stop this gas, reaching of all things the settings for the air vents, an employe running in with a cloth over their face looking horrified that the smoke was now entering the vents upon also seeing what was used.

“The hell is this stuff?” A security guard asked, failing to cover himself up.

“No idea, we’ve never made something like this.” the employee glanced around and saw the empty jug of ‘chemical XXX’. “Did you use all of this?”

“What is it booze?” the man struggling to get up from under the guard’s hold asked.

“It’s an aphrodisiac to make people sexually aroused….and you turned it into smoke.”

“Is that why I feel hot?” one guard adjusted his collar, realizing his pants were growing stiff.

“This moron made an air born gas that makes people horny…..and you’ve got it into the vents.”

“So it goes outside.” He retorted.

“It also filters into the rest of the mall!” The employee explained.

The gas kept going, almost getting thicker as it brewed, even an attempt of covering it up the smoke kept pouring out. The area around the store initially getting cleared out as it grew on its own coating the store with pink smoke. The Sisters now taking an escalator to the first floor, were too far away to see what happened, only hearing a few screams heading their way.

“What’s going on?” Alyvia asked.

“Some mega star showing up?” Emily looked back.

“Or a fire.” Natalie figured.

“We’d smell smoke though.” Emily noticed no such scent.

“Well I see some kind of smoke.” Alyvia stepped off the escalator and pointed over to a vent. 

The trio seeing some pink smoke slowly pour out of the vent along a pillar, confusion between all of them yet hearing screams they started to worry it was something infectious. In a way they were right, one woman running down the stairs next to the escalators they were on, shouting out to others to head for the doors. Before seeing the same pink smoke rise to the ceiling of the second floor area, and a man with no pants on standing at the top of the stairs before running at them like a crazed zombie.

“The fuck!?!” Natalie started stepping back.

“Get outside! Now!” Emily grabbed her sisters and started pulling them away.

More screams of panic started to flood the mall, various people either running from the pink gas, or getting caught up, the effects hitting each person differently, inhaling enough to make their heads spin and lose control of their sexual urges. The sisters started running for the door, speakers overhead calling out that the mall was going into emergency shut down to address the smoke that people were more than aware of by this point. Yet as the sisters rushed the doors, the doors themselves started closing down. Guard rails sliding down and locking them inside.

“Shit!” Alyvia froze in her tracks.

“We gotta try another door.” Emily started to panic.

They all charged in a separate direction, seeing more smoke pour out, spotting clothes scattered about a few spots. Some just bought, some being the clothes people wore into the store. The entire store entering a frenzy by those who were hiding from the smoke, and those that were getting wild in their desires to fuck and be fucked. A larger woman pushed past the sisters forcing them to separate, Emily trying to reconnect with Alyvia and Natalie yet more people followed behind as more zombie like people were behind them, Emily losing sight and feeling stuck in place until someone started dragging her into a store.

“Get out of the halls!” this employee spoke up grabbing her arm.

They pulled into this smaller boutique, looking around to see a few people start to hide as well.

“What happened?” Emily started asking questions.

“How should I know?!” They replied. “One minute pink smoke left the ventilation system the next our manager was trying to hump a guest!”

“Hump like a dog?” Emily was confused.

“Like was trying to fuck them but was so eager to do so hey forgot to unzip his pants.” They started coughing a little.

“So they’re not like real zombies?” Emily looked back out to the halls, an employee walking out of another store which was filled with pink smoke started pulling off their uniform.

“Well they’re not craving brains. They seem to crave…..pussy.”

“That straight forward?” Emily looked at them, this slight wild look in their eye.

“Need….Pussy.”

“Oh fuck.” Emily started backing up.

“Fuck…” The employee fell ill to the smoke.

“Fuck!” Emily ran back out.

Elsewhere, Alyvia ducked and weaved through a few more panicked people, no one caring for anyone but themselves. She called out for her sisters, seeing none of them. And felt herself be pushed around and finding a door to the back.

“Employee only doors!” Alyvia knew there were separate ways out, charging for one without thinking of the others.

The corridor was long and cold, the AC was on and used the ventilation system that the other stores used, so as Alyvia walked further down the hall, there was more smoke slowly filling the area, but before she could reach the back, she saw an older, fully nude man, who must’ve been on break in the back or something, walk into her line of sight and the moment he made eye contact with her started charging her. Pure terror in her eyes, she started running back the way she came, almost passing several pathways to other stores that she didn’t want to see if they were filled with people or not, the older man seemingly matching her speed so when she saw a service elevator she took a chance. 

Hitting the button and getting it to open, the man almost grabbed her yet she ducked in and closed the elevator doors. Even with some of the smoke in the elevator with her, she was thankful as they closed and kept the man from reaching her, almost getting his penis stuck between the doors.  For a brief moment she breathed, uncertain what the smoke was yet worried on one thing at a time, going back out could mean walking into that man again, there was no going down from the ground floor, and hitting the emergency button for the elevator would just lock her into the smoke that was already in the room which she was inhaling. Meaning the only option was just to go up. Swallowing her nerves, and adjusting her shirt a little, Alyvia hit the button for the third floor and took the elevator up, trying to think of a means of covering herself up and looked down with a rather dumb idea. Reaching under her shirt.

As the elevator hit the third floor, Alyvia stepped out having turned her bra into a makeshift cover for her mouth. Realizing two things while holding her bra up against her face. One being that her bra was shit at being an actual mask as due to her specific cup size her mouth was still exposed. The other was forgetting the fact that smoke as an air born matter….floats upward, having stepped forward into seeing it get so dense in the area it was almost like pink fog that made it hard to see at a distance. Still choosing to walk forward to at least find if there’s a way out elsewhere.

For Natalie on the other hand, she simply started working her way through the crowds looking for her sisters. Charging back up the stairs to the second floor, slipping on someone’s socks just randomly in the way while she looked for something that could be the source of this madness. Seeing where the smoke was thickest, she ran towards it without care, needing to stop it more than anything. The pink smoke getting so dense she could barely see 2 feet ahead of her, walking right into two people just straight up fucking. She jumped back and tried to walk around, feeling herself get aroused at the sight, but tried burying that interested her to find the source. Instead finding a young man around her age just sitting there in the middle of this shop with spoke around him, muttering while naked.

“It’s just the drugs, it’s just the drugs, it’s just the drugs…” He repeated over and over, Natalie glancing over and seeing his hand was jerking himself off while speaking as if this was a mantra.

“What happened?” Natalie asked.

“It’s just the drugs…” He kept going.

“What drugs?” She tried to break his thoughts.

“It’s just…” he looked up at her, seemingly shocked she was still clothed. “Chemical XXX.”

“What does it do?” She knelt down beside him, grabbing at his shoulder to try and make him stop jerking off yet he recoiled.

“It makes you horny…” He rattled off. “Small dose for a happy night but too much like this I don’t know…all I know is I get myself off and maybe it wears off in a few hours.”

“We could stop it.” Natalie tried to move but he stopped her.

“We tried.” He told her. “The smoke has stopped, but the air made it worse.” He referred to how it spread around the mall. “We can only hope it gets sucked out into the outside world and vaporizes in the air.”

“So what w-we just wait for help to cum?” Natalie felt her head spin.

“Did you say cum or come?” He looked at her.

“I think both?” She fell to the floor. “I-I don’t….”

“It’s just the drugs.” He repeated himself.

“But I want the cum….” Natalie felt her head grow hazy.

“Fuck me.” He sighed looking at her.

“...Okay.”

Natalie couldn’t stop this feeling hit her, like every sexual nerve in her body was roaring alive at an 11 and needed nothing more than to orgasm, pushing herself over to the naked man in front of her to shove his dick in her mouth. The employee losing that last bit of control over himself and helped Natalie by grabbing the back of her head to push her down further. All logic having slipped out their minds, only craving this blowjob like neither of them have had sex in years. Natalie with a fierce hunger taking over her body, lips wrapping around his cock to engulf every inch. Clothes almost burning along her skin, her hands reaching back and started forcing her outfit off her, not caring if it ripped or not. Just surrendering to the smoke, forcing herself naked while still sucking dick.

Alyvia was struggling to breathe, feeling herself tumble and fall to the influence of this smoke. Most of the people had ran down stairs to try and escape, yet a few people were now stuck mid sex on her level. A woman was chased down by another sex crazed man, Alyvia seeing them a few feet further away as the man grabbed and forced her to the ground, thrusting himself inside her as her fear turned to moans. Sex seemingly pushing the effects more quickly. She knew part of this was wrong, only part of it at least, her thoughts going fuzzy with each step, the idea of an exit slipping her mind. Instead she pushed the skirt she wore down her legs, then her top, the bra she was using for a mask falling shortly behind. Even kicking her shoes off while appoaching the two she saw fucking in front of her. Kneeling down, seeing this woman she never met getting railed by the deranged man, Alyvia could do nothing to help, only leaning into kiss the woman, melting into the lust that was this pink smoke.

Back on the first floor, the air filled with sex and moaning, more and more people now being victims to the smoke that surrounded them all. Emily, losing herself at some point, hadn’t fully realized she had discarded the last of her clothes while she walked. Various shoppers, workers, and those who were just window shopping now entangled in what some could call an orgy, the notion of consent for said orgy being unknown, but still occurring either way. Men on women, men on men, women on women. There was no shame, no recourse of relationships, only the primal desire to fuck.

Emily now at a crawl, she felt herself be dragged back a foot or two feeling a stranger start to fuck her. Only looking back to see it was a man, not paying much mind, just that his dick was nice inside her burning pussy. Eyes feeling glossy, mouth dangling down unable to stop moaning, it didn’t take long for either one of them to cum. Just for him to stand up, cock still erect, and walking into the pink fog that engulfed everyone. The size of this orgy was somewhat unknown because of it, but the entire mall was forced into such a situation that it didn’t matter the number or the location of everyone, there was only sex that was happening.

Alyvia made it back down to the second floor, more and more people heading to lower levels to join the fun subconsciously. It was here she found Natalie, stuck between a handful of security guards, one fucking her doggy style, another making her suck his dick. A few more around her waiting for turns or other people and Alyvia worked her way over. Emily even worked her way upstairs following a woman who in her sex crazed logic had stolen adult toys from the Spencers in the store, running around like a perverted Santa giving dildos and vibrators to naughty boys and girls. Emily getting distracted upon seeing her sisters now.

There was a speaker over head that turned on again, a poor employee who was stuck inside the office, seemingly getting fucked as well, alerting those who cared to listen that emergency services were called to help remove the smoke from the mall. No one cared for it. They were too busy fucking to even listen.

Emily got close to Natalie and Alyvia, the men using Natalie saw her sisters and started pulling them in. Each sibling deep down knew it was each other. The guards now pulling them together in a triangle where each girl was on her hands and knees facing the other, cocks getting lined up and each sister watched the other be fucked. Craving nothing but sex, their combined moans filled the area bringing more people in closer. The men fucking them pushed their heads closer to each other, and in their current states, the tease of incest before became literal; Alyvia letting her lips kiss Natalie and then Emily, forming into a three way make out session between all three sisters. All to the entertainment of the men fucking them. Their thrusts became harder, their kiss growing sloppy, all three sisters cumming around the same time making them moan into their kisses.

However long they were in there was uncertain, a mixed daze of cocks, pussies, and each other while more smoke could be vented out of the mall. By sunset the entire mall was quarantined off for the day, possibly the week, while men in bio suits could start pulling people out of the mall’s dying orgy. Many people passing out after a while. Emily waking up between the legs of Alyvia, Natalie tucked between two men when the people in hazmat suits came in and started pulling them out. Hundreds of blankets were dispersed around the people that came out, the clothes they wore at first needing to be cleaned or burned depending on how torn they were. Emily feeling clean air for the first time in her lungs since this whole mess happened, looking to see her sisters nearby also getting air from an air tank to help them along. Thick blankets over all of them. Looking back, they saw more people being pulled out, along with the person that started this whole mess being escorted by police to deal with the consequences however possible given the event. Emily, Alyvia, and Natalie sitting side by side, their mother being called to pick them up with clean clothes to go home once initial tests are done, but they all sat in silence, vaguely remembering what happened to each of them. What happened with them together….

“Hey girls?” Alyvia shuddered at the thoughts that raced in her head. “I think I’d rather be a nun for Halloween. Just a regular, non sexual nun or something.”

Emily and Natalie looked at her and each other. 

“Yeah nuns sound good.” Natalie replied.

“I’ll just grab one of those inflatable dino suits or something.” Emily nodded along.

“Yeah something like that.” Alyvia agreed. “I just….rather not think about sex until new years or something.”

“I can agree.” Emily replied.

“No sex till 2027.” Natalie joked.

“Promise?” Alyvia tried to laugh.

Their joking coming down to nothing, pondering if they would really get over what happened, or seek something similar some day….

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Red Neon lit up the dark night, heavy rain drenching the small street with people walking through the narrow allies of the city. Dylan tucked the top of his trench coat up, treading the dark alleyway to hit up a spot for his own entertainment. The owners having no shame and simply calling it ‘butt stuff’. Stepping inside and paying the good man at the front, he entered to a pleasant sight after a day of stressful work, rows of butts in his view.

‘Butt stuff’, as the name semi implies, was a glory hole tucked away under a booming nightclub, a long corridor of girls placed inside a wall with gapes for each of them. Every girl working there being bent over a pillow on the other side with their legs locked in place and asses presented to every one, exposed pussies and assholes all around, if you wanted a blowjob, there was a side door to that night club where you could get lucky in the bathrooms.

The girls didn’t mind it, anonymous sex where they didn’t even need to see the Johns? And was oddly commissioned based per each time they’re fucked? It made the night hours they were there go by smoothly for however best each of them could see it. All of them just there for work or quick cash. As was the such the case for two college girls. Peyton Elizabeth Lee, and Maddie Ziegler. The two girls were busy with school so much that working jobs was making their time passing grades an issue. Comically, this place offered a simple solution.

While only needing to lay down on their chests with their asses out for the men, the cubicles given for each spot allowed them surprisingly to set up a book or a tablet, various girls simply using their phones between men who use them so both girls found that they could just keep studying each night as they worked. Shaking their asses here and there while reading on about their studies for degrees that wouldn’t require them to be so naked.

Dylan walked down the corridor, looking at each ass that was on display, going over each lady, seeing a few being used already, taking a look at one ass that stood out a little, he’d been there on the regular, but never taking a good look at this seemingly asian ass, most times being used or was free when his mind was on a separate ass. Walking on up, seeing the name Peyton marked above the ass in scotch tape, and opened up his trench coat.

Peyton was just reading her book, taking a few notes when she felt his hands along her butt. She shifted her stance, putting a bookmark in just in case this gent took too long. His cock flopping out and smacking the side of her tush before he started slipping it inside her. Peyton moaning softly for his entertainment, feeling a sizable cock enter her, knowing she was getting paid from penetration alone.

Maddie in the next hole to her, glanced over to the divider between them and could tell her friend was getting fucked, her own bare ass wiggling around casually for anyone to enjoy. Dylan bracing himself against the wall while filling this pussy up, his hips pressed flat against her ass. Taking his sweet time inside her, not that Peyton was going anywhere. The girl pressing her elbows on the padded resting place she was atop of and pushed herself a bit more up, letting him have his way with her. Feeling the sides of her hips press along the edges of the hole and pulled back with each thrust in and out of her. 

Her pussy felt tight, Dylan giving her ass a nice smack, eliciting a giggle from Peyton behind the wall. If her laugh was a performance or not wasn’t the point, he didn’t come here to see her face, just get a taste of pussy to satisfy his needs and relieve some post work stress. Same for the other man who came in and used the other women in the wall. Maddie sitting there taking more notes while Peyton’s moans got louder. It was strange, even if they weren’t roommates or kept up with each other’s sex lives, yet they worked this wall enough times that as Peyton got more vocal from the sex, she could tell that she was actually enjoying it.

Peyton steadied her stance, legs locking in place, feeling the cock penetrate her. It was certainly the biggest cock she’d had inside her in days here, dropping her act and letting him know how much she really enjoyed it. Dylan gripped both sides of her hips and getting faster, the woman moaning loud enough that both girls on either side of her could hear. Maddie grabbing her phone and shooting a text to Peyton asking if it was that good. Yet she was too distracted to even reply.

Another man walked over, Dylan seeing this skinny, very wet man approach where he was, clearly having less luck with the rain than him. Maddie was about to send another text to Peyton when she jump in her locked position, a pair of cold damp hands running along her legs, the man that just came in seeing Maddie’s ass and got on his knees, feeling her silky smooth legs and noticing her clean shaven pussy. Goosebumps over her legs feeling how clammy they were from what she assumed was the rain, before shuddering by his tongue licking along her slit.

The damp man shoving his face into her cunt, tongue pushing inside her pussy while his nose got close to her asshole. Cold hands kneading into her ass cheeks. A stray eye towards his left letting him see Dylan thrusting into Peyton’s pussy, her fluids dripping down her leg. Both girls now taking turns moaning to various means. Maddie feeling his tongue be better than the hands that was getting her ass cold, Peyton simply moaning louder, feeling herself cum from his cock.

Twitching and clenching her pussy around his dick, Dylan let her cum for a minute, before pulling himself out and begin stroking his cock over her ass. Peyton questioning where he went before feeling her ass cheeks be painted by his sperm. Cumming all over her. Maddie could tell from how Peyton went quiet that her client was done, all while squirming over the man still tongue fucking her. 

Dylan tucked his cock back in, admiring the white coated ass of the mystery woman he just fucked. Turning to head out, as Peyton finally getting a chance to read the text Maddie sent, planning to reply before heading Maddie gasp, the man who was orally pleasuring her now standing up to properly fuck her. Peyton would say something, but felt a wet wipe along her ass cheeks, cleaning off the cum of her previous client, before a new cock entered her, repeating the process once more.

Both women now moaning from the cocks that fucked them, still plenty of time on their shifts that night. While Dylan gave a tip at the door and headed out the rain dying down a little into a lighter shower, opting to grab a little take out on his way home, planning in some way to return tomorrow, pondering if he would tap the asshole of the ass he fucked tonight soon….

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A light chill in the air as fall swept the city, this mansion sky-rise overlooking a sector of buildings getting pockets of sunlight between grey clouds, a mostly finished breakfast for one within the library, while a newspaper was being read by the owner of such a mansion. Aaron read of oddities and stocks, an outbreak of what could only be described as a sex gas in a mall. And cheap gossip of lewd women doing promiscuous things, chuckling to himself while sipping a little cappuccino before resting it along the side table along the rest of his breakfast.

“It seems they’ve put a literal porno into the cinema.” Aaron spoke aloud. “Perhaps they’ll need extra cleaning for whatever mess the audience gets into say Ms. Gomez?”

His maid, Xochitl Gomez, paused her dusting along one row of books to turn to him. “More so if they supply tissues and lotion sir.”

“Excellent point Ms. Gomez.” Aaron smirked, teaching her well to fit his needs.

The 19 year old having been under his service for about 4 months now. This young house maid tending to the quarters with great care for her master, yet doing so under his semi strict control, Aaron being a bit of a nitpicker for keeping the perfect image of his stature, while also keeping her in a position of…unique posture.

The maid outfit she wore was custom made for her body, a slimming, french maid style black blouse and skirt with a white apron with a lace trim. The blouse cut a little low to show off her small cleavage, the skirt being rather short cutting off at the upper thighs, even along her neck a choker with a bell was in place like the collar for a kitten. Xochitl in some degree, being treated as an extension of the mansion itself while being objectified by her attire every time her master was in her presence.

“Best you clean up the dishes,” Aaron folded up the paper resting it on his knee. “Leave the cup.”

“Of course Master.” Xochitl tucked her small feather duster into the strap of her apron and walked over to grab the dishes.

Aaron gesturing a finger to a spot before him, telling her where to go to stand and clean, Xochitl smiled and obeyed, no reason for her not to, standing in front of where he sat and bent in a near perfect 90 degree angle to pick up each dish, Aaron leaning to the side to see as part of her skirt being so small to his design, that her Ass was on perfect display. The plain white panties she wore being meant for a child, intentionally giving her such a small pair to have more of her ass exposed, along with a small, dark red gemstone butt plug that was also meant to be in her while she worked per his request. Feeling his eyes linger along her ass while she cleaned before standing up right.

“Shall I bring anything else from the kitchen Master?” She gave a smile on her face.

“Not needed for now Ms. Gomez.” Aaron waved her off. Xochitl giving a little curtsy as she walked away.

Her stomach was always full of butterflies when he peaked at her body, only really touching her over the clothes on the rare occasion. Feeling as if her objectification was more for show than for pleasure, yet she yearned for more if for anything than for validation of her attire. Giving his dishes a quick rinse before returning to her work. Master Aaron still in his seat, swapping his newspaper for a laptop to tend to some business before heading to his office later that day. Xochitl grabbing her duster and started dusting the bookshelves again.

Tentatively, she cleaned off the thin layer of dust that was starting to gather. Gently guarding the older books that he had gathered over the years, while he occasionally gazed at her while working. Xochitl stepped up on her tip toes to get spots she could not quite reach, a hint of her panties in view of her master. The bell slightly jingled with a perk in her step. Seeing a short foot step for the higher shelves to which like before, bent down at the hip to move it over to a spot to dust more, Aaron getting a better view as she got into place to stand up and dust. Not hearing him stand up.

“You’re wet.” 

Xochitl jumped a little, feeling his breath against her neck, the rest of his body inches behind her while she stood a foot above the floor. Aaron reached his hands along her hips, letting them go further down, feeling the cloth end and flesh of her thighs meet. She stayed in place, not daring to move or look back to watch as his hands slip up underneath the skirt. Taking one hand around the front of her panties, feeling the fabric be rather damp. Xochitl blushing at the feeling that she had made herself a little wet.

“You don’t often get wet….Xochitl.”

She shuddered at her first name being used by him.

“Keep dusting.” He ordered her.

“Y-yes Master.” She obeyed, her duster now reaching the top shelf of books. 

Aaron let his hand tease the cameltoe of her panties, also instructing her to shave herself down there even if he’d never seen her fully naked. Xochitl trying her best to not be distracted by him while she worked.

“Do you get wet when you are off the clock?” Aaron asked, keeping his tone hushed to not distract her as well.

“Permission to speak freely?” She asked sheepishly.

“You may.” He allowed her.

“Arousal is natural to most women.” She told him.

“Let me rephrase.” His hand going up past the elastic fabric, and pushing it down underneath as she felt him touch her directly. “Do you get wet to me?” 

Her head bowed a little, hand still dusting, while his fingers started to toy with the outside of her vagina. “S-S-Sometimes.” Her voice weak from the moment.

“You find me attractive?” He wanted answers.

“I find your control attractive.” She picked up her voice.

“Remove your panties for me.” He commanded.

His hand retreated, Xochitl letting the duster drop for a moment, her hands going to her sides and obeyed. Pushing her panties down, stepping out each leg, unsure where to put them she tucked her panties under the strap of her apron.

“Continue your duties without them,” Aaron ordered her. “I need to step out to the office for a few hours.”

“Yes Master.” She understood, feeling him start to step away.

“One more thing.” He paused. “If at any point today while I’m out, if you get aroused again, you remove one piece of clothing. Understood?” 

“Yes Master.” She replied once more.

“Good girl.” He nodded and walked off, her wetness still on his fingers.

The last words he spoke lingering on her mind, those damned butterflies again making her all flustered over everything that happened, already feeling aroused by him fingering her for a moment. Realizing she needed to obey his command and removed one of her shoes, assuming it was enough for now.

Aaron taking a far bit longer than expected, work piling on leaving him there for hours on end, getting closer to sunset that night when he ventured up the elevator to his skyrise. Entering his home, a smell of fresh cookies filled the air, Xochitl baking up a small storm. What he also noticed was the neatly folded pile of garments she had set aside, clearly taking her orders well and more prominently than expected. Walking down the hall, he followed the sound of the bell around her neck, seeing her plate the cookies while standing in his kitchen mostly naked. The only things still on her person being the bell, her apron, and he could only assume was her butt plug.

This was by far the most nude he’d seen her in, even as the apron did little to cover her vagina, bare breasts on display while she placed the last cookie on the place, her gaze locked on her task, not registering he was home yet. Aaron stepping back and decided to make his presence known by loudly placing his suitcase down on the coffee table in his living room. Xochitl’s ears perking up, adjusting what little clothing she had left, and grabbed the plate of chocolate chip cookies she made. Heading out of the kitchen, feeling her bare feet step onto wooden floors, she walked with care over to the living room, seeing her master kicking off his shoes, his eyes going up to see her. The naked woman standing about 7 feet away with a plate of cookies in her hands and perky breasts greeting him.

“Welcome home Master.” She smiled politely. “I thought some treats were in order.”

“Indeed.” He leaned back in the chair he sat on, Xochitl approaching to put the cookies down, the apron dropping forward a little. “I see you thought of me a lot today.” He commented on her lack of uniform.

“I hope by my following your orders I’m no longer presentable.” She stood up straight once the cookies were on the coffee table.

“Not at all.” He spread his legs a little while getting comfortable. “Do you wish to know a secret?”

Xochitl simply nodded.

“I simultaneously don’t care for sex, yet find myself fascinated by the deeds of it.” Aaron went for his tie, removing it off his neck as he spoke to her. “Sure, I’ve had sex, yet I find little interest in orgasms, mostly my own, yet I’m compelled to know what makes you so aroused by my commands.”

He draped his tie over the back of his chair’s headrest, Xochitl standing there with his hand gesturing to her that she may speak freely.

“It is the surrender sir.” She confessed.

“Elaborate.” He grew more interested.

“You treat me like a servant, more so an extension of your home. And yet you in turn treat me far better than any boyfriend I had previously. Even now I don’t find the need for a date cause it feels so….dirty to betray you like that.”

“You see me as a potential boyfriend?” He asked her.

“I see you more as someone who I would do anything you asked of me, unconditionally, and would see it as your means of love, however strange that may sound.” She opened up.

Aaron simply sat there pondering more about it, looking over her and knowing what needed to be done. “Remove the apron.”

Silently, and without hesitation, she reached behind her to undo the strings, pulling her apron off, folding it, placing it on a side seat, before putting her hands on either side of her, standing there nude aside her choker. Aaron getting a good look at her vagina for the first time. Seeing it still quite wet even as they spoke.

“Sit on my lap.” He ordered her.

Puzzled by it, having never heard him give a command like that before, Xochitl felt compelled to obey regardless if it sounded right or not. Stepping closer to him, turning to show her bare ass to him while sitting on his lap as told. Yet not without him adjusting her position, Xochitl sitting at an angle towards a wall while he began to turn on the TV, looking for something to watch. His free hand ran along her smooth body, feeling her warm skin growing more sensitive as he worked his way along her thigh.

“Feed me a cookie.” He looked at the plate.

Xochitl continued to be non verbal, butterflies still there while leaning over to grab a cookie, guiding it over to him. As childish the act might sound, she felt no reason to either question nor deny his order, Aaron opening his mouth for her as the cookie came to his lips. Taking a decent bite of the cookie. Savoring the warm cookie in his mouth, Xochitl made for a really good baker, going in for another bite while she held the cookie up. Bringing it closer to his mouth as it got smaller, Aaron taking the last bite out from her fingers, noticing a little bit of melted chocolate along the side of his lip.

“You got something on your lip.” Xochitl moving to grab a tissue to clean it up.

“No,” He stopped her. “Lick it off.”

Any other time, that would be such a rude or taboo request, but as she was naked on his lap, it felt more of an appropriate situation. Xochitl leaned in, sticking her tongue out to lick it as told. Her tongue grazing along the edge of his lip, feeling a faint bit of stubble where he would shave, and the chocolate that he got on him now picked up with a long single lick. Swallowing it whole.

“You’re wet again.” He told her.

Xochitl looking down, her lack of clothing making her leak onto his pants directly.

“My apologies, Master.” She blushed at her embarrassment.

“Punishment would be tricky.” He pondered aloud. “Would being treated more like an object simply make you more aroused?”

“I…” She thought on it for a moment. “My service to you is for however you see fit, punishment or not, I must accept it.”

Aaron thought on it for a few moments, finding something on the TV to watch finally. “Perhaps, I should add some more duties for you, after all, what employer would I be to not make my things happy.”

Things, he called her a thing, yet she felt a smile creep along her face like it was somehow a confession of love.

“On your hands and knees.” He told her. “Push the table back if you need to.”

Xochitl got off her master, gently moving the coffee table to the side, and presenting herself to him on her hands and knees, presenting her ass towards him. Aaron looked at the plug still inside her asshole, reaching over and softly twisting it out. Xochitl staying in place, feeling her ass be emptied and her anus gaping with the toy now gone, holding it in his hand to see the toy shine.

“Turn to the left.” He told her, Xochitl now facing left. “Clean this with your mouth, and don’t move nor remove the toy until I say so.”

He handed Xochitl the butt plug, grabbing it with her hand and per his request put it in her mouth. Never really tasting her ass before, the sensation was strange yet familiar, but her thoughts on how it tasted were interrupted, with Aaron shifting his legs and propping his feet along her back. Xochitl now becoming his foot rest for the evening, a football game starting up on the TV.

“Yes I’d like to order a pizza.” Aaron spoke on the phone, acting like nothing was out of place. “Large pepperoni with sausage and…let’s say a side of garlic twists as well.” He glanced at Xochitl, who was sucking on the butt plug, letting her tongue lick along every bit of it.

“Yes but can it arrive in say an hour from now?” He continued. “Thank you, I appreciate it, the address is…”

Xochitl stayed there, his socks digging into her back, yet she remained still, sucking the toy like it was a pacifier, a very…perverted pacifier but still, she felt more alive now than ever. She wasn’t his property, not by a legal status, but she was his to do whatever he wanted, those commands now growing more interesting then before.

“Yes and let the delivery person know my maid will be the one picking it up.” Her attention came back to the conversation. “She’d be hard to miss.” He hung up, looking at her naked body under his feet. “Now to decide if you should get our dinner while naked or not.” He teased, already thinking of how to extend this new working arrangement with Xochitl as his good girl.

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It was an early afternoon as the sun slowly made it’s decent from its highest point, evening plans being drawn up at the same time as real plans were drawn. Anne Hathaway sat on one end of a conference table only next to the end with her boss at her side. The woman held a commanding presence amongst the board, the executives hanging onto her very word, showcasing their plans of expansion towards international territories.

As you can see here.” Anne clicked the remote for the projector. “The Japanese market is already showing a decrease in sales for drug 9-77.3 for over the counter treatments, and some allergic reactions are being spotted with people who used 9-77.3 for brain growth to brain reduction.”

“Less intelligence?” one executive asked.

“Less brain,” Anne continued, hitting the next slide. “On the left, a cat scan of a normal human brain. And on the right, one of a patient of 9-77.3 with a clear reaction to the drug due to it being half a centimeter smaller than normal.”

“So?”

“So it’s the same brain in both photos.”

A few murmurs were heard about. 

“Lawsuits are being filed already regarding 9-77.3 causing literal brain shrinkage, my assessment is we fill the vacuum of people wanting similar products with better results.” Anne continued.

“By pushing Intello-gen pills into Tokyo.” another person referred to her plan.

“We already have the data proving that pill 69 is performing great here in the states, and there’s far more to look into with this new…’Obedience signal’ we only recently discovered but a few weeks ago.”

“Are we really calling it an ‘Obedience Signal’?” Her boss asked her.

“It’s the only name I was given for it so unless someone wants to step up and give a better one I’ll stick to what we have so far.” She kept going. “It’s a soft launch at a few stores, let it grow, and let them come to us.”

“We don’t have a strong hold in Japan with any of our products.” someone tried to point out.

“So we go with stores that we already hold numbers in.” Anne continued. “Or do you forget our subsidiary of Tropi-Cola and how well those vending machines are doing?”

A few men murmured and agreed.

“Reach out to our contacts in Tokyo who sell Tropi-Cola machines to drug stores and corner shops that carry over the counter vitamins, see about pushing pill 69 into their shops.” Anne told them.

“And the legal for distributing such a drug even if a supplement?” Her boss asked.

“Meeting with those lawyers in the morning.” Anne replied.

“Perfect.” The boss looked at his watch. “We have that dinner party for the shareholders tonight, I want everyone in this room to be there.”

The executives all started to get up, Anne putting away her notes and turning off her slide show, a younger woman, Abigail, pushed herself off the wall and started walking over to her boss Anne while the big boss himself started to leave.

“We do have some issues with a few of those Tropi-Cola machines going a little short on actual cans Ms. Hathaway.” Abigail told her.

“That’s a manufacturing problem Ms. Morgenstern.” Anne led her towards her office. “They want to point fingers, blame the Aluminum tariffs that are in effect.” 

Another minute, and they made it to her office, Anne setting down her things and looking over a separate set of documents. “What about the brand deal with that uh, that German company?”

“You mean SLU-Tech?” Abigail stepped over and handed a folder she was holding when snuck into the meeting for her. “They want us to renegotiate down to 10%”

“I offered for 20%?” Anne looked over the numbers.

“They want to maintain most of their holdings still before moving production and distribution to America and well…” She paused for a moment.

“And well?” Anne was growing impatient.

“They already gave 20% to the private ownership to the royal family of Belgium.” Abigail told her.

“Seriously?”

“It seems the princess meant to take the throne next really enjoyed their products.” Abigail sheepishly explained.

“Odd thing for her to admit given they make adult toys.” Anne looked over the figures. “When can I sit down with them?”

“Tonight.” Said Abigail.

“The dinner party?” Anne asked.

“Yes mam.” She replied.

“I better get a dress ready.” Anne shifted to her computer.

“Should I tell them you’ll be having a plus one?” Abigail asked.

“...I suppose it would not hurt.” Anne turned to her phone instead. “Don’t worry about work, when the work day ends just go home and enjoy your night.”

“I can always come.” Abigail offered.

“I’d rather if you want to focus on work still, see about circling back on whatever the hell this Pinecrest Project Mr. Orwilis is pouring company money into.” Anne texted.

“Of course.” Abigail nodded. “Enjoy your party.” 

The younger blonde assistant walked off, closing the door behind her out of respect. Anne liked her, but was getting annoyed she was turning into her ever so much. Looking over her message once more, knowing it’s supposed to be a simple command, yet it felt soulless, even for her, adding a little thank you at the very end before hitting send.

A few miles away, Zane was stirring the last of his latte with one of those wooden sticks they set on the table. Half listening to their conversations having devolved from the subject at hand to social media gossip.

“We all done for today?” Miles, the unofficial leader of this little study group caught their attention.

“Think so.” “Here here” “I thought we were done 20 minutes ago?” A scattering of replies came back to him.

“Alright, same time tomorrow then so we can make the deadline for this paper.” Miles stood up, the rest starting to follow suit.

Zane took the stick out and downed the last little bit of his cup, tasting room temp coffee with the residue of the flavoring he got added. Smacking his lips to the slight bitterness in his mouth. Looking over to his fellow students, who were starting to head back to their college dorms. The 18 year old going on 19 started packing his things as the last student was still there.

“Heading out too?” She caught his attention.

Zane looking at the brunette girl just a little older than him. “Only makes sense.”

“Well…” She continued. “Why don’t you stay a bit longer? I can place an order for another round for us if you’d like?”

“It’s getting a little late for caffeine.” Zane finished putting his books in his bag.

“Okay. Decaf then.” She chuckled.

Zane smirking a little at her little remark, but before he could respond, his phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling it out and reading the text, raising an eyebrow at the words thank you at the end, it wasn’t like her to say that. Yet he looked up at her who was still waiting for an answer. 

“It’s tempting, but something came up.” He stood up slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“It’s those rumors isn’t it?” She seemed a little annoyed.

“Pardon?” He looked at her.

“How you’re seemingly paying for your tuition?” She started begrudgingly putting away her stuff. “Word gets around fast when it’s about someone’s sex life.”

Zane sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m not a paid escort.”

“No?” She looked at him again. “Just for that one woman who dropped you off in front of the campus before?”

“Well…” Zane found it hard to deny.

“Look, it’s expensive, I get it, but you can forgive the sour taste in my mouth knowing I’m going to be in student debt for lord knows how long while you’re literally doing the one thing a girl like me gets accused of to pay her way in.” She finished putting her stuff together. “Look just….I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

She pushed herself away to head to her dorm. Zane sighing at how she must feel right now. She wasn’t really lying at all,  perhaps maybe not knowing everything that was true if she only heard rumors. 

He forgot the exact date, but it had started about three months ago, during what he thought would be a hopeful attempt at an internship with a company aligned with his degree.

He’d sat in a room with at least eight other nicely dressed young men like himself, some as nervous as he was, others acting like daddy’s money could guarantee their place. One by one, the candidates were called into the interview room, and one by one, they returned, faces showing relief, frustration, or excitement for the future.

Zane stayed put as the latest failed interview wrapped up. The young man stormed out, flustered, shouting, “MY FATHER WILL HEAR OF THIS BULLSHIT!!” The doors to the meeting room stayed wide open, revealing three people stepping forward, clearly trying to calm him down before he disappeared into the hall.

Two older men, silver threading their hair, and a younger woman—well, younger than the men at least. He didn’t know her name or what her role was, only that when their eyes met, the world seemed to slow for a few seconds.

“I suppose we should call it there for now,” one of the older men said, turning to the three waiting candidates. “Next interview in ten minutes. Grab a coffee while you wait.”

The other two candidates got up and left. Zane remained, the two older men stepping away and closing the door, leaving him alone with the woman. He glanced at the clock, not realizing she hadn’t taken her eyes off him since she first saw him.

“They already picked the interns.”

“...Sorry?” Zane snapped out of his trance.

“The internship,” she continued. “They made their selections about twenty minutes ago. You and the others were just a formality.”

“Great,” Zane muttered. “Another door closing on me.”

“Or a means for another to open,” she said, tilting her head, optimistic.

Zane shrugged, uncertain what she meant.

“Zane, right? That’s the name on the resume you sent.”

“Yes… Ms.?”

“Anne Hathaway,” she introduced herself, sliding into the chair next to him. “We said ten minutes, but knowing them, it’ll be twelve. The offer I’m about to make expires when they return to call you into the next ‘interview.’”

“What exactly is the offer?” Zane asked.

“Instead of working for this company, you work for me directly,” she explained. “And no, I’m not talking about a secretary role, that’s already spoken for. I want you for a more… personal situation.”

“Sounds vague,” he said cautiously.

“Then allow me to be blunt,” Miss Hathaway replied. “I’ve spent the last eight years climbing this company, focusing on everything here. The only thing that’s suffered is my personal life. Not that I care for marriage mind you, the only partner I want is to be on the board next to the CEO but let’s face it… I have needs I’ve ignored for too long.”

“Oh… oh,” Zane muttered, slowly realizing what she meant. 

The air felt tense, like a knife could cut through it. Zane pondered what she was suggesting like it was the strangest thing ever. “What exactly are the terms?”

“I go to work, you go to school, I don’t want you missing your classes.” Anne explained to him. “Call who you need to explain you’ll be living off campus. I already live in a rather nice condo that’s a 5 minute walk to the train that’s a straight shot to the university you’re going to so you’ll take over the second bedroom entirely. And tuition would be fully paid. Plus some allowance money for your own personal spending habits.”

“And all this….” Zane was unsure.

“You can be blunt.” She told him. “I don’t mind.”

“In exchange for me having sex with you.” He told her.

“Right on the money.” Anne leaned in. “I know I’m probably a little older than your normal age range for dating, but that’s how this kinda works. Officially you’d be a sugar baby after all.”

His initial silence saying a lot, Anne sticking close to him and speaking once more. “This is not a situation where I pay to get your grades up, if you fall behind and get expelled, that's on you. But it would be a more justifiable reason for you to accept this deal if there was a motivation to afford your tuition.”

An air of uncertainty was around this deal, Zane never expecting something like this to be offered to him, wrapping his head around this woman’s proposal, part of him thinking he should simply walk out and try his luck at another job, yet his mind went elsewhere, not to his morals, but to the open buttons of her blouse, seeing a faint bit of cleavage out for show. Taking a beat to look at her body, believing that objectively speaking, she was at least an attractive woman, older than him yes, but that didn’t deny that if this job would involve sex, at least she appeared to have a body that he would not say no to sleeping with perhaps desperation, perhaps realization, or perhaps just perversion, he looked back to her with his answer.

“When do I start?” He asked her.

The deal was struck and now he went up the elevator once more, opening on his floor to a private suite that was still a tad foreign to him even after living here for 3 months. Anne’s voice traveling around while she was on the phone, walking into his line of sight while he tucked his shoes into the cubby by the door.

“So 10% doesn’t cut it now, what changed since our call yesterday?” She got paranoid.

Zane didn’t pay much mind to what she was going on about, turning to get his school bags upstairs. 

“So how does 12% work then?” She walked right past him, if she knew he was there or not was unknown to him at the time. “No no I can’t just go up to 20 and lose money on this.” She rubbed her temple. “Best I can do is 15….Uh huh….uh huh….Look if you’re going to insist on higher you need to speak to someone higher than me and i know how that went last time…..alright call me tomorrow and we can look into MAYBE 16….alright….take care.”

She hung up the phone, sighing to herself while pressing her back to the wall.

“Trouble?” Asked Zane, Anne now noticed he was home.

“Only for some personal shares of mine.” Anne nodded, stepping over to give him a kiss on the cheek home. “How was school?”

“Think I got next week's assignments in the bag.” He replied. “Had a classmate question my job though.”

“Disgruntled guy?” Anne walked over to her room.

“Conflicted girl.” He replied.

“You know I never said you couldn’t date.” She shouted heading for her walk-in closet to find a dress for tonight.

“I think she found it more insulting that I’m pimping myself out.” He walked into her room to not shout.

“I’ve never once pimped you out.” Anne felt offended by her comments.

“Not like that.” He stood at the door to her closet. “If she got a sugar daddy they’d drag her for sleeping around, yet I have you and…” He trailed off, Anne looking at him while passing over different dresses.

“You’re not some cheap whore I picked off the streets dear.” Anne consoled him.

“Tell that to them.” He looked down at his feet.

Anne never enjoyed seeing him disappointed, yet was also on a schedule. “There’s a freshly pressed suit in your room for tonight.”

“About that.” He stayed there. “You said thank you for being your eye candy tonight in your text.”

“I meant it.” Anne picked out a dress to wear.

“You never say thank you.” He noted.

“So it’s rude to be respectful to the man that will be by my side all night?” Anne grew puzzled.

“No it’s just…” He was lost for words. “I didn’t expect to be paraded as such when I signed up.”

Anne thought it over, she didn’t mention that during their initial conversation at all, the college student having a point. “Then for the sake of it all, tonight you’re 100% my date.”

“And your bosses won’t mind?” Zane asked.

“At least two board members who are older than me will have escorts with them, paid models or actual escorts will be up for debate but still.” She walked past him with the dress towards the bed. “Another one has his third wife after meeting her when she was his daughter’s college roommate, I think we’ll be off the hook for our little age gap.” 

Zane chuckled and stepped out of her room. “There’s already talks of winter break and where to go for it btw.” He called to her as he left.

“Give me a list and I’ll see about your bill.” Anne started to undress and redress for the night.

Zane simply went to his room just down the hall and started to dress. The suit Anne picked out for him being this nice dark grey, a black neck tie that seemed to match the black dress he saw her pick out. Tossing off his normal student clothing and put the suit on. Not much for formal wear outside of the suits he would have needed for the job that led them together, but still understood wanting to dress up for the occasion. Stepping out and seeing Anne step out, a long black dress that cut off around the middle of her lower legs, dark flats long each foot, and her short hair done back into a bun.

“Could you zip me up dear?” She turned around after seeing him.

Zane walking behind her and grabbing the zipper, pulling it up along her bare white back, until it stopped at the top, Anne turning around to show her dress and how it flowed with each step.

“How do I look?” She asked for his opinion.

“Like the talk of the town.” He half flirted with her. Anne blushing at how sweet yet non explicit his complement was.

“No really what do you think.” She laughed it off.

“Like you’ll make those men jealous they went after younger women.” He kept going.

Anne chuckled with his comment. “Better get my make up done before we leave.” She turned back to finish preparing.

A short while later, a limo pulled up at the ground floor of their building, Zane escorting Anne to their ride and heading into the New York night life. Street lights and tall buildings towering overhead as they drove over to the dinner party. 

They came, they dinned, they left.

The elevator opened once more in their home while a semi frustrated Anne walked out, kicking her shoes off while Zane stepped out of the elevator with a small gift basket that was given to Anne at the dinner.

“God the balls on that man for having no spine.” Anne tossed her small purse onto the kitchen counter, almost throwing it in her haste. “Millions invested all for him to shit it down the toilet.”

“You might be over reacting a little bit.” Zane tried to calm her down.

“6 months we’ve been negotiating!” Anne opened the fridge, grabbing a can of sparkling water from within. It’ll take me another 3 months to even make it up to 20% again.” She poured the water into a glass.

“I’m sure you can handle it.” Zane offered a bit of assurance.

“And if they go to another company to expand into the U.S.?” She asked him.

“Do you have a verbal agreement with them?” He asked.

“I mean…we did until earlier.” Anne swirled her glass around.

“Then they’re honor bound to keep the negotiations going unless you both agree to terminate the deal.” Zane told her.

“Sounds risky.” Anne took a sip.

“Well it’s the only option you got right now.” He shrugged.

“Remind me why we didn’t hire you?” Anne walked towards the living room.

“Because you hired me personally instead.” Zane followed, still holding the gift basket.

Anne sat on the couch, sipping more of her sparkling water as she did Zane going over to sit next to her, the woman tired out and letting her bare feet rest on the table in front of her.

“I’m sorry things did not go as planned tonight.” He sat beside her.

“No it wasn’t your fault." Anne leaned her head against her shoulder. “I work non stop for this company and yet everytime I feel like I’m hitting a new high point and proving myself to them…”

Zane didn’t reply, simply wrapping his arm around his sugar mama. Gently rubbing her shoulder while she melted into his. The two staying in silence for however long Anne needed, letting her emotions calm down while she sipped more of her non-alcoholic drink, Zane putting the basket down so he could focus on her, yet her focus found its way to the basket.

“That basket was from SLU-Tech right?” Anne looked at the gift basket they were given.

“They were handing them out to most of the couples there yeah.” Zane explained.

Anne pushed herself up and leaned over to rifle through the basket, knowing a little bit about what they sold, she was pleased to see she was right. Pulling out a small box of chocolates, about 4 total, all presented in a neat little metallic gold box.

“These chocolates are meant to induce sexual arousal.” She opened the box up. “Care for one?”

“Sure that’s a good idea?” Zane looked at her.

“I don’t wanna sound cruel but are you questioning the one thing I technically pay you to do?” Anne looked at him.

“....fair enough.” Zane accepted the chocolate. 

Even as he took one, Anne grabbed two and shoved them both in her mouth. Already feeling her stress melt away while the chocolate not only tasted incredible but was melting in her mouth. Leaning back into the cushions, spreading her legs as she felt her loins grow warm.

“Fuck that’s good.” Anne savored every bit of it.

Zane took the one he grabbed and plopped it in his mouth. His body heating up while chewing, his mind becoming clearer, and as he swallowed he felt his cock strain against his pants, somehow feeling like it grew bigger than what it normally gets to. Both of them feeling like their clothes were getting too much to bare.

“Perhaps we take this upstairs.” He suggested."

“No, here’s fine.” Anne pushed him back. 

The older woman threw her leg over and straddled him, reaching back to let her hair down, before leaning in to kiss him. The lust filled minds of their chocolate getting them both in the mood leading the charge. Zane accepting her kiss and wrapped his arms around her. Making out with each other while he found her zipper, starting to get her undressed.

They both hastily stripped of their suit and dress, tossing them to the floor while growing naked. Zane’s cock did in fact feel bigger if not by a little. Anne having removed the last of her clothes, now gave him view of her nude body. Slim figure, pert breasts, small ass, a bit of sag with age along her skin yet perfect in every way to Zane, as Anne straddled him again, this time starting to work his cock into her pussy.

“Ffffuuuckk.” She moaned, her pussy feeling more sensitive than normal.

Zane felt her riding like wild, bouncing herself on top of him like a woman half her age. A refreshing new sense of energy between them fueled their sex, his hands gripping her hips thrusting into her while his lips went along her breasts sucking at her nipples. Anne only able to moan louder at her nipples being sucked on. Taking a bolder step, he gave her ass a little smack with his hand.

“Harder…” She begged him.

He smacked her ass again, soft whimpers mixing along with her moans. Her ass cheeks starting to get a bit red as he did so. Yet she kept riding him, the throws of orgasm already hitting her like crazy, she cummed hard across him, feeling weak from it and collapsing over him. Zane pulling her off his body and laying her flat on the couch, propping her legs over his shoulders, neither one of them done for the night.

He thrusted back inside her, Anne reaching above her head to grab onto the arm rest, bracing herself while her body rocked back and forth by his fucking. Everything she was stressing out over earlier no longer on her mind, only thinking of how big he felt inside her. Slamming his full length inside her, their lips meeting again while his balls smacked along her taint. Her sugar baby making her cum once more, Zane bucking his hips like a wild animal getting closer to cum himself.

“Cum inside me.” She told him.

“Ok.” He needed no other command.

“FuckFuckFuckFuck!!” Anne squirmed underneath him, wrapping her hands behind his head to keep kissing her. 

He fucked her until he couldn’t, pushing into her one more time before unloading his semen inside her. Anne almost losing her breath from how strong his orgasm felt tonight, feeling him pump into her womb even. Collapsing on top of her now, Zane felt like his balls were fully emptied. The woman underneath now rubbing his back, as he slipped to one side, both tuckered out while almost spilling over the side of the couch.

“Goddamn.” Zane let out.

“Yeah it’s something.” Anne took a deep breath.

They laid in place for a bit, letting each other recover before finally making a small retreat upstairs. Their clothes still laid out on the floor, her bed turning into a second round of sex when their energy picked up. And by morning Zane stood under the warm water of the shower while he felt Anne washing his back, cleaning off the sweat and smell of sex that coated their bodies from the night before. His hands braced along the tiled wall, as her hand reached lower to stroke his dick with a soapy cloth, both to clean it, and to tease him.

“I want to go on a real date.” Zane asked.

“You can ask someone out.” Anne kept stroking his dick.

“Like on a date with you.” Zane clarified, Anne stopping her motions and slowly walked around to face him.

“We can do that.” She softly replied while the water washed over her hair. “I’ll make the dinner reservations today.”

One of his hands moved to rub her cheek, a smile along his face and on hers. “Thank you.” He told her.

“For you, anything.” She stepped closer to kiss him on the lips. “But we both have things to do soon.”

“Maybe you can get some more of that chocolate.” He suggested.

“Least I can safely say I trust the potency of their products to want to work with them.” Anne teased, those chocolates doing wonders to her sex drive.

“What else do they make anyway?” Zane asked.

“I’m sure we’ll find an excuse to test some others out.” She went back to stroking his dick, being a good sugar mama and finishing what she started.

Chapter Text

When life keeps getting hectic, things start to feel out of control, for some they desire to reclaim such control, for others, they learn to embrace it.

It was a spa like any other in LA, doing it’s best to cater to the latest trends and going beyond thanks to new tech, a small communal sauna that was mostly empty due to it being the weekday gave plenty of space for one Hailee Steinfeld to lay out along the wooden seating area naked, her robe hanging just outside. The scent of eucalyptus filled the air while steam surrounded her in a thin haze, her fingers traced along the wooden slats under her while she laid on her stomach, nearly taking a nap as her hair clung to her skin. Slow shallow breaths could only be heard up close, Hailee gazing off into nothing, the occasional glance over to the other side of the sauna, a woman several years her senior leaning back in her spot also naked, feeling her take the occasional peak at Hailee’s exposed ass, not that she could judge, given both her nudity and how her husband was also a fan of her ass.

Time felt like a crawl, her body relaxing with the heat taking her stress away, a tiny pool of water lingered along the back of her spine yet evaporated before it grew into a thing. The women heard a soft knock on the door leading out, a sudden rush of cooler air entered while the door cracked open enough for a head to enter.

“Ms. Allen?” She called out, Hailee lifting her head up to see the employee as she used her husband’s name for the booking. “We’ve prepared the next spot for you.”

Hailee didn’t say anything, simply rising from her resting place, water droplets still beading on her skin, a soft glow coming across her while she walked forward, flawless skin being greeted by a warm robe that she wrapped around her body before leaving the sauna. A pair of slippers was also waiting for her out the door. The employee walking her down the hall, pass a few baths, massage rooms, and even a mud bath area, taking her towards a room Hailee had never been in before. Her body temp came down to normal, dabbing the last bit of sweat off her face while entering a smaller, more futuristic looking room, one that involved a padded floor, and a small pained window.

“What’s all this?” Hailee asked.

“Our latest addition, the Serenity Bubble.” The lady told her. “Complete sensory isolation to make your body feel like you’re on a cloud. Just step into the center of the room naked and we’ll take care of the rest.”

“And the…window I assume?” She looked at the glass that reflected back at her.

“Given it’s newer technology, we’ll have to monitor your time in the Serenity Bubble to ensure it works correctly.” She explained. “And as we pride not to have cameras monitoring our guests given how much nudity there is…”

“You’re going to monitor directly.” Hailee put two and two together.

“Exactly.” She replied. “Your clothes then.”

Hailee complied, no shame on her face undressing in front of the woman she had been naked in front of already that day. Discarding the robe and slippers she just put on not 5 minutes ago. There was however a certain level of confusion to what exactly this Serenity Bubble was, simply thinking she was just in the middle of an empty room. The employee walked away closing the door behind her, a lock in place to give Hailee privacy.

She stepped forward, the padded floor soft along her feet, finding the center and waiting for it to begin, a blue light shining overhead with a soft whirl of a machine being turned on. Hailee grew more confused as to what was about to happen, before she felt her body go limp, ascending from the floor.

Her eyes going wide, the room seeming to contract, or grow darker, as she felt herself arched up at her torso, and a literal bubble started to form around her. Growing dark inside from within. Hailee floated in this zero gravity state, her limbs feeling limp, unable to move them around while she floated aimlessly. Her hair floated along it’s own around her head, whatever water was still along her skin floating off her, and her vision went dark from how little light was inside the bubble. She could still see her body, but the rest of the world was gone from view.

Outside, the employee watched the black bubble that filled the room, a heat scanner placed inside the room showing where her body was, still showing she was fine. Inside on the other hand, her fight or flight response was becoming pointless, trying to go out the bubble yet unable to leave the spot she was in. Floating around, feeling disoriented as to where the floor and the ceiling were. Was she floating upright? Upside down? Spinning in circles? All were possible. Yet as she struggled to feel her body again the way she normally did, her senses become lost.

No sound entered the bubble, no sound left her lips, heart beating slower yet she could feel it in her chest. With her limbs out of her control, they drifted and bent on their own, yet didn’t defy the flexibility of her natural body to bend her out of shape. Closing her eyes, she felt everything wash away, mind drifting like the rest of her. Scripts, meetings, emails, everything that she worried about in her day to day….floating away like clouds dispersing in the wind.

It was like every part of her body was ascending into an abyss of nothing, direction was pointless, stress becoming a distraction, and her body grew softer, less tense, freed of everything. Hailee forgetting what she was worried about, time becoming a thing of the past, if she was there for minutes, or hours, all that mattered was her body felt incredible. This unforeseen wave of bliss hitting her entire body. It didn’t feel like normal joy, or sexual pleasure. Rather, it was like every nerve ending in her body grew tingly, making her muscles pull and contort to remove any knot or strain she had.

She wanted to touch herself, if not for control of her body, but to learn what it could feel like to cum in this abyss of nothing. For if she felt nothing of pain, could she feel something in pleasure? Body feeling so incredible a part of her pondered if she would cum on her own without even touching herself. But in her moment of peace, she’d forgotten where she was. 

Feeling the machine die down, her body floated in one direction, all awareness hitting her like a freight train, as Hailee landed on the floor once again. The bubble vanishing from view. She grew suddenly very self aware of her body, laying flat on the ground before pushing herself up. Touching her skin, feeling it to be softer than before. And despite not feeling weightless. It almost felt like years of her life’s struggles had washed away, standing up with a mental clarity she had not experienced before. The employee opened the door with her things, Hailee glancing over to her.

“That was….something.” Hailee had no words to describe it.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She opened up Hailee’s robe for her to step into it.

“How long was I in there?” Hailee asked.

“Only 20 minutes.” She replied.

“Only 20?” Hailee glanced at the room. “Remind me to book an hour next time I’m here.”

“I can put a note with the front desk.” The employee smiled.

Hailee was led out of the Serenity Bubble room, not seeing at least 3 other rooms nearby of similar fates. Every step feeling strange, as if adjusting to gravity again. There was a little more to her spa day, yet all that was on her mind was when she could feel weightless again….

Chapter Text

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who’s the naughtest of them all?

Sabrina Carpenter sat in her room, giving her perfect gold curls a nice brushing while the midnight hour toiled away. Dressed in only a small yellow t-shirt and a pair of light pink panties. Slowly getting ready for the bed while looking at a full body mirror admiring herself. By every regard, she considered herself attractive beyond measure. Glancing around and seeing her reflection in the mirror, admiring her silky smooth legs and hourglass hips. An obsession with her own vanity? Possibly. But when her name and image was becoming that of a sex symbol, she needed to look the part. Finishing the last brush of her hair before hearing a faint rattling along her window.

Just outside sneaking his way inside, Marcus hunched over the over arch of the roof while he waited for her to open the window to let him in. Sabrina felt his eyes gaze over her skimpy choice of sleepwear as she permitted him inside, closing the window shut. His gaze along her ass.

“What are you doing here this late?” She turned to him.

“Wanted to see you.” Marcus smirked.

“I did say I’d see you tomorrow.” Sabrina stepped away from the window while he still kept his eyes on her.

“It’s past midnight so technically it is tomorrow.” He just defended himself as if his dick was doing most of the talking.

“Tone it down ok? Sabrina glanced towards her bedroom door, checking that it was locked. “My parents are just down the hall.”

“So what? They’re probably asleep.” Marcus waved her worries off.

“But what if they found out?” She turned away from him, keeping her eyes off the camera that tracked her.

The perverted truth of her vanity was that it only made sense that if she was a rising sex symbol, that at some point being such a symbol for porn made the most sense. Standing in a small sound stage where Marcus was doing his best to match her acting skills. Keeping in frame of the bedroom set they were using while her nipples got hard under the small top over the chill in the air from the AC keeping everything cool.

“They won’t come in unless you tell them, you know that.” Marcus gestured at the door with nothing on the other side, just more sound stage and no parents being casted.

“I mean…I am over 18.” She made it legally sound yet hid her cringe at the line. “I suppose they would know better about me having boys over.”

“Except tonight I’m a man.” that line being harder for Sabrina to ignore and she wasn’t the one saying it. “And I’ll treat you like a woman.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes away from a camera, yet turned to face him with a big smile. “I’m already an adult baby.” She strutted closer to him. “It’s just time for me to show it off.”

“Well…you can start by showing me.” He wrapped his arms around her torso, one hand lingering a little lower to rest along her ass. 

Her lips met his, Sabrina imagining some piano cover of one of her songs playing in the background while they made out. At least 3 cameras started catching them kiss while Marcus toyed with her panties, tucking a finger or two under the elastic bands to slip underneath. Working his way towards her pussy.

“Oohhh.” She played up a moan, feeling him gently finger her.

Sabrina’s arousal was real, her reactions a little hammed up, but she would never say no to his hand teasing her pussy. Clean shaven just for this porno. Marcus kept his lips on hers, not knowing when the next time he could fuck Sabrina could come, having been a fan for sometime. Using this to shoot his shot and at the very least make this porno something she could get off to in the future.

Marcus spun her around, Sabrina now facing the mirror she was in front of when the shoot began. His hand was still under her panties, but now she could watch him fingering her while she stood there. Marcus tall enough for his chin to rest along the top of her head, also able to watch her face as she let her mouth hang open from the fingering. Taking his free hand, Marcus pulled at her shirt, lifting it up her body just enough to expose her perky tits underneath. Giving one a good squeeze in one hand while fingering her with the other. Sabrina watching and feeling all of this unfold.

“Ah fuck,” She moaned aloud. “Let me see your cock.”

Sabrina turned around, getting down on her knees while leaving her shirt up the way it was. Marcus fishing out his cock from his pants, not putting on underwear for this scene, as she reached for the large meaty dick that sprung out still growing hard. A soft gasp leaving her mouth, glancing up at him with fuck me eyes and a smile at how incredible his cock looked, letting the tip enter her mouth with ease.

Marcus steadied himself, feeling her famous lips wrap around him. To no one’s surprise she was quite skilled orally, not even taking a minute and was swallowing most of his dick whole. Her hand grazed along his slightly hairy balls, making direct eye contact with him the entire time she stuffed her mouth with dick. To which she had no gag reflex. Letting her push every inch down, feeling it press along her throat. Bits of spit dripping out while she coated him with her saliva, some of it landing in the folds of her pushed up shirt, knees digging into the semi soft carpet they used, a miracle if she doesn’t get rug burn yet lost focus with Marcus grabbing the back of her head. Sabrina pretending to gag a little, his rough hand shoving her down his shaft with no regard to her hair, pulling herself off him with a string of spit still connecting the two.

“We have to be quiet.” Sabrina put her finger against her sloppy wet lips, Marcus helping her back up.

The little stool she was sitting on at the beginning of their scene was pushed over to her, Sabrina getting on top of it facing the mirror, Marcus getting on his knees now and pulled her panties off, revealing the wet pussy millions were begging to see, the porn star spreading the ass cheeks of the singer to let people also see her puckered asshole, though that hole was not on the market for the time being. Sabrina felt the camera pick up her pussy and ass, Marcus coming in with a close up shot as he started licking her pussy. Eliciting another moan from the star.

Her honeypot tasting like sweet perverted honey as he licked deep into her cunt. Sabrina bracing herself along the stool while still looking at herself in the mirror. Seeing the camera in the corner of her eye, capturing her reflection in the mirror, her moans getting captured in 4K. His tongue softer than his hands, yet cared little for what his hands were doing in that moment. Marcus going but a few more minutes before pushing himself up, cock still wet with her spit, and sliding it in with a nice close up to capture the penis pushing inside her pussy as Sabrina cooed for the camera.

Her hands reached out for the sides of the mirror, bracing herself while he started to thrust his way into the best sex of his porn career. A firm grip along her hips which made the mirror wobble with each thrust rocking them around Sabrina looking directly at herself in the mirror, a glance up here and there showing how Marcus made odd contortions with his face. Clearly not used to having his face seen during the scenes. Bits of her gold locks sliding off her back to dangle at her sides, small breasts wiggling around below, and ass smacking against his hips.

God she looked hot, as she saw her reflection looking back at her, the way her lower lip quivered with his full length pushed inside, or how the hair in the front framed her face up right. Sabrina simply loved every bit of it. She looked and felt like a slut, yet she didn’t see it as demeaning. After all; it was Sabrina who made the call to do this shoot, and it was her to pick the man and the concept, this was her showing her sexual side, but she had total control over it. Even with Marcus fucking her wildly, she found herself closer to cumming by watching herself.

The cameraman picked up the exact moment she came, a rush of bliss over her face that Marcus assumed was of his doing. Yet was only partly true on account for Sabrina getting off more on watching herself be fucked by him. Announcing to the world what she looked like achieving orgasm either way. Sabrina still watching herself be fucked, not paying mind at Marcus until he tapped her ass with one finger. A signal for her that he was close. Sabrina felt him pull out, almost toppling over the stool she got off of. Putting herself back to her knees, now facing him again. Marcus stroking his dick right at her face, the camera getting in close for the money shot. As he groaned loudly, spraying Sabrina with cum. His semen hitting her face, Sabrina needing to close her eyes as some started hitting her in the eye. Letting her mouth hang open with her tongue sticking out, letting Marcus finish all over her.

The singer now glazed in white, sitting on her knees while others around watched, Sabrina opening her eyes a little while still coated in cum along her eye lids. She looked into the camera, a glint of her reflection coming into view of her, seeing in little detail how much of a cum slut she looked. And could not help herself but smile at her tiny reflection. Knowing she was just getting started.

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Once upon a time there was a girl named Red Riding Hood, though in this version, she also goes by Mckenna Grace.

The 19 year old got the nickname Red Riding Hood as she walked around with such a garment around her, keeping her warm in the winter, and dry in the rain. Living peacefully in the small village near the woods. One day, Mother Grace asked Mckenna to see about taking a basket of goods to her grandmother on the other side of the woods, the poor woman growing too weak in her old age to make the trip over herself, so Mckenna agreed to go.

The basket was filled with small baked goods, a half dozen eggs and a bottle of milk. Mother placing a sunflower along the top of the basket to also cheer up grandmother. Mckenna  dawned her red hood, grabbing the basket with a small checkered blanket covering it all up as she made her way after breakfast to go over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house.

First was the river, crossing a small cobblestone bridge to get to the other side of their village, a few friendly faces watching her leave.

Then came the woods itself, a labyrinth of trees with clear pathways through it. Mckenna was not worried about getting lost, rather she knew that there were some creatures in the woods that she dared not cross. How many were myth and how many were real was hard to say, but the threat of death from both made her stick to the path even as clouds overhead started to loom above, blotting the sky despite not a rain drop in sight.

Mckenna kept on the path, working her way through the woods she’d known most her life. The path to grandma’s house was clear as day despite the day itself not being clear. Not knowing that eyes followed her in the shadows, only that she would not be in the woods for far too long. Birds chirped, deer grazed in the near distance, there was a part of her that pondered if she was being stalked, clutching the handle of her basket tightly as if a robber was going to steal the baked goods. And as she thought she was safe….she was right.

She stepped out of the woods into a clearing which gave way for grandma’s house at the top of the hill. Mckenna jogging up the last bit to see her sweet grandma once more. Grandma bringing her inside with the offer of a quick snack since she brought so much food. Mckenna gladly taking a rest for a small lunch. The two eating while the clouds moved on, Grandma pouring them both some milk for some cookies that she was in the middle of making when her granddaughter arrived.

“You know we miss you in the village,” Mckenna sipped her milk. “Why not come move in with us? I’m sure mother would love to have you in the spare room.”

“It is a tempting offer my dear.” Grandma set her own cup down. “But I worry that Allan would be upset at me for leaving this place.”

“Allan?” Mckenna asked.

“The wolf man of the woods.” Grandma told her.

“Like the big bad wolf?” Mckenna heard the rumors.

“Hearsay to Allan.” Grandma almost seemed surprised Mckenna didn’t know the truth. “He’s what some call a furry. The body of a wolf, but the personality of a man. Preferring the woods as they hide his strange figure from those that might find him repulsive. In truth he’s quite the gentleman.” 

“Strange,” Mckenna didn’t know what to think. “I don’t think mother and father told me that.”

“I doubt your father would have if he wanted to,” Grandma sighed to herself. “Allan might have made a few advances on your mother before she and your father were married, she of course said no to Allan, or else you’d be dawning wolf ears on your head perhaps.”

Mckenna almost choked on her milk. “I’m sure that may not have happened.”

“Hard to say, Allan cannot fit in normal clothes, so he just walks around naked in the woods.”

The image stuck inside her head. “And you don’t mind that when he says hello?” 

“Well it’s not like it’s sticking out all the time.” Grandma need not say the word itself for her to understand. “He keeps a lot of the same autonomy of a wolf after all.”

Mckenna simply bushed at the notion, unsure if she should be hearing this from her grandmother of all people talking about this furry being in the woods. Their snack was finished and she helped tidy up the place a little, even placing the sunflower in a small vase on the table. A few motions of goodbye, and Mckenna headed home, promising grandma to return again. Some of the clouds got grey, yet no sign of rain was anywhere to be seen. Simply tucking the hood of her cloak over her head for warmth while ducking into the woods again.

Retracing her steps along the beaten path, Mckenna only made it a partway through the woods before hearing a rustling along the branches, something that wasn’t like the branches moving in the wind. Nervously, she held the empty basket she was taking home up as if it could be a weapon, worried that a wolf was going to pounce on her, and she was half right. Turning to one direction to see a pair of eyes peaking out in a shadowy patch of a bush. Mckenna stepped back fearing it was going to try to kill her, yet watched as it began to rise upward.

This large beast of grey fur, towering over Mckenna at around 7 feet tall. Broad figure, some of his fur matted down from brush and branch, large yellow wolf eyes that stayed on her body, and a small mound around his crotch that was clearly where his member was hidden way underneath. Mckenna only assuming as she looked at this massive wolf standing on two legs, that it had to be this Allen her grandmother was speaking of.

“Little red hooded girl.” the wolf stepped forward, Mckenna stepping back once more upon hearing this creature speak. “What business did you have with Lorane?”

“Y-you can talk?” Mckenna kept walking backwards, feeling herself step off the main road.

“So can you.” He dismissed her question. “So I ask again, what business did you have with her?”

“I’m not sure if I should SA-” Mckenna tripped over a rock while backing up.

As she fell, she saw him leap at her, scared that he was going to eat her. But felt her body be grabbed by him not to eat, but to catch her. Jolting in place, her hood slipping off her head while she looked to see that she was going to fall onto a sharp rock, this wolf man saving her from splitting her head open, as he also saw the blonde hair and blue-green eyes that reminded him of her. Lifting her up with ease. Mckenna dangling in the air while he held her up, walking over to the road, the 19 year old looking at this strong wolf do his best to hold her gently, yet unable to stop himself from his cock stirring between his legs.

“Sorry…” He was at a lost for words. “You look just like her.”

“My mother?” Mckenna assumed.

“So you’ve heard.” Allan set her down.

“My grandmother only told me today.” Mckenna saw no reason to lie.

“Your grand…so that’s why.” He looked in the direction of grandmother’s house.

“Mother sent me to bring food to her.” Mckenna fixed her cloak, before realizing her hands were free. “Shoot the basket.”

Allan watched her walk back over to where she fell, getting on her hands and knees to look around the brushes and green that was there. Seeing how caught up she was in her own little world just like her mother used to be like when she was her age. Mckenna grabbing the basket out of a bush, turning to see how tall Allan looked while she was on her knees. Smelling his natural scent, seeing his eyes look down at her….and the tip of his wolf dick start to poke out of his crotch.

“I um…” Mckenna stood up, the wolf blushing at his realization to what she looked at.

“Sorry.” He turned to the side as if that would help. “I hardly even know your name.”

“M-Mckenna.” She was still flustered.

“I’m Allan.” Allan replied.

“Grandmother says you're a furry?” She asked.

“Sadly yes.” He looked at his paws. “Cursed to roam the land as a wolf.”

“Like a werewolf?” Mckenna questioned.

“A werewolf can turn back to human in the day.” He looked to the sky, the sun still behind clouds yet it remained daytime. “I however, cannot.”

“It must be hard.” Mckenna brushed the hair behind her ear.

“It can.” He stepped a little closer to her. “But it does give me more time to indulge in more…carnal pleasures.”

He grew unafraid of the fact he was getting aroused. Mckenna seeing his wolf penis now growing out, redder than a tomato, thicker than her arm, and longer than any penis she might have seen before, eyes going wide as it stood pointing up and outward, any reason for her to run being swept up by the smell of him filling her nose, that musky wolf scent starting to drive her mad.

“I….I…” She was at a lost for words. “Mother….”

“Is not someone we need to worry about.” Allan got closer to her. “Let’s focus on here and now.”

“Yes…here and now.” Mckenna kept looking at his penis, thoughts of her mother overwhelmed by his musk. “May I?”

He nodded. Mckenna reaching out with her hands to begin stroking the wolf penis.

Mckenna was uncertain what was happening to her, her motivation to get home feeling gone, warnings of danger in the woods forgotten, and his scent burning a fire in her heart that made her wonder why mother said no to him. Just that he was leading her away from the road, feeling picked up by him while they found a place to rest. Mckenna was so intoxicated by his hormonal scent she failed to notice she was naked until she wrapped her red cloak back around her body again. 

This natural seduction of his, leading Mckenna to her knees in front of Allan while he sat against a tree. Her hands wrapped around his penis stroking him off before she took the tip in her mouth. Feeling unlike any human penis there is. A little sense of exploration from her while getting more of his dick inside her mouth. Taking whatever she could like a good girl. Hands feeling up his lower half, uncertain where his balls were, but only cared that he enjoyed it. Allan letting out a low growl, a clear indication that he was all about it. Mckenna barely able to take half his length inside her mouth before starting to gag in the back of her throat.

She pulled off him to breathe, Allan pulling her up instead. Her naked body feeling his soft fur, warming her up as the day started to get cold. Strong paws resting along her back while she tilted her head up to look at him. Allan let her embrace his body, Mckenna pursing her lips out for him to kiss. A kiss that was odd. Never making out with a wolf creature before, it was wet and a little cold with his nose near her cheek, stopping the kiss after a moment with his cock now smacking her ass. Brushing the cloak to one side, pushing her up a bit to slip the thick wolf cock inside.

“Ffffuuuck.” Mckenna was able to moan out.

The thick cock stretching out her cunt. Larger than anything she felt before. Inch by inch, feeling it in her stomach. The larger end of the penis pushing in slowly, almost breaking her, yet it slipped in either way. What pain there could have been covered up by the wave of pleasure which made her squirm while losing control of her body. Not fighting the paws of Allan who slide her down, and pulled her back up.

Bit by bit, Allan fucked Mckenna, the girl in the red riding hood moaning loud with it echoing through part of the woods. There was only so much she could do, not wanting to ruin herself by fighting his control. Her stomach bulged with each full thrust into her, hands grabbing at his fur to support herself. Allan letting her, Mckenna’s pussy being the first taste of human pussy he’d felt in years, holding her close while bouncing her on his cock.

Harder and harder, Mckenna was used by him, yet any attempt to free was stopped by his knot. Mckenna gasping at the bottom end of his penis swelling up inside her, trapping her in place while he kept fucking her silly. Alarm bells that rang in her head were stopped at the same time by her body cumming harder than ever before. Losing all sense of control, that she screamed her orgasm loud enough for birds to fly off scared at what they heard.

A little more time would pass when Mckenna would emerge from the woods. The little red riding hood slowly walked out far later than expected. A faint limp in her step, basket in hand yet her mind elsewhere, heading home to where she saw mother sweeping the front steps of their home.

“There you are sweetie.” Ms. Grace looked at her daughter. “What too so long?”

“Forgive me mother.” Mckenna kept her hood up and cloak wrapped around her body. “I was held up a little with grandmother.”

“Oh she does love to talk.” Mother thought nothing less. “Alright, go inside and wash up, I’ll need a little help preparing dinner.”

Mckenna said not one word more, going inside straight to her room. Planting the basket on the floor she pulled off her cloak. In their haste of removing her clothes, Mckenna’s garments were torn, ripped, stained in dirt and no longer for a modest woman. Stomach bulging out with the wolf’s cum filling her up. Thoughts of him fucking her racing through her mind, how the knot held them in place while filling her up. Part of her hair matted down with his drool, and arms and legs seemingly on fire from the sheer momentum of being fucked in such a way that she could not comprehend it.

She saw her reflection in a small mirror, body seeming ruined, yet mind still full of lust, the question was not how to explain her state or how long her stomach would bulge with the semen of a monster. But how she would plan to make an excuse to go into the woods once more. Needing some more of the wolf man’s dick.

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Their invites were encased in a custom velvet envelope, the cab picked up each one individually, and the back cabin filled with sleeping gas to knock them out. They each received an offer to test and play a game. All of them thinking with the SLU-Tech name on the letters that it would be a simple interaction and testing a sex toy. All of them, admittedly purchasing and using such adult toys from the company in the past, how good the orgasms were giving them the impression it would be great orgasms all around, and in private.

But none of them would have either such wish.

8 women total, all either friends, acquaintances, or know of each other in some way, all waking up around a table, each of them having been drugged, each of them naked. Coming to and realizing who they were with, some startled, others attempting to cover themselves. Yet no one could answer where they were, only how they got here, united in the concept of getting invited by a sex toy company to partake in…whatever this is.

In front of them was a large circular module, little cameras aimed at each of the seats they sat on, unaware their names were painted on the back of each chair. Clockwise, they sat in the following order: Kiernan Shipka, Madelaine Petsch, Lana Condor, Kathryn Newton, Meg Donnelly, Thomasin McKenzie, Isabella Merced, and Cailee Spaeny. All 8 of them finding the whole situation quite strange, confusing, and all around disturbing.

“H-how did we end up here?” Lana was the first to speak up.

“I assume the letters.” Cailee pulled her legs up on the chair to cover herself up.

“Please, this is not the time for modesty.” Madelaine looked at her.

“Hey, says you, you’re stacked.” Kiernan told her, pointing at Madelaine’s breasts.

“Oh fuck off.” Madelaine told her.

“What if it’s a fuck off?” Meg asked.

“Bit of a odd start for a fuck off.” Isabella looked around the room, seeing they were pretty much the only people and things in the room. “Feels more like Saw than anything else.”

“Heh, Shall we play a game?” Kathryn leaned in over the table.

“Indeed we shall.”

Everyone jumped at the voice that spoke to them. Little screens popped up on the circular module and a sort of game show looking host started speaking to them.

“Tonight’s entertainment is being brought to you by SLU-Tech, and you’re both a contender AND entertainment for the small team of high value board members of our family.”

“Oh god it’s a snuff film.” Isabella sighed with a panic.

“No one’s dying Isabella.” The host assured her. “Yes, I know who all of you are, and yet I’m afraid I cannot join you in person. But I will meet the winner of tonight’s game.”

“What’s the game?” Kiernan asked.

“Introducing our latest piece of tech…..”

The middle of the module opened up, pushing up on a tiny platform and on top; laid a shiny brand new revolver, no modifications, no odd markings, just a gun next to a purple box of what they assumed were bullets.

“We call it the ‘girl popper’” He told them.

“That’s a gun.” Meg looked at the screens.

“It’s a working title."

“It’s a FUCKING GUN!!” Lana freaked out.

“An unloaded gun mind you sure.” He brought the conversation back. “But it’s more of a delivery system for our real creation: instant doll bullets. One shot from one of those, you get turned into an inflatable doll for a week.”

A little cartoon demonstration played out on the tiny screens in front of everyone. A cartoon man and woman standing in place, the man holding up the gun, firing it at the woman. It first flashes a big no sign, over the woman’s stomach where guts would be flying out. Cutting to him loading what they assumed was the bullets they were talking about, pointing it at the woman again and instead of what blood and guts they would expect, she popped, deflating like a balloon and laid there made of plastic instead. 

“The hell kind of gun is that?” Thomasin looked at the firearm.

“The Smith and Wesson Model 15” The host kept talking. “A fairly reliable weapon, and not the point of this game. For you’re using the doll bullets we’ve provided for you.”

The box was slightly open, Kiernan reaching over past the gun and looked inside the box. Seeing 7 purple bullets with the silhouette of a naked lady on each one. But that was just the thing, there were only 7 bullets, a revolver with 6 barrels....and 8 women.

“The game is simple,” He explained. “Load a single bullet into the gun and spin the cylinder to randomize the position of the bullet. You will each take a turn with the gun after spinning the cylinder, shoot yourself, and enjoy a 1:6 chance of being turned into a blow up doll for a week. You don’t get shot, you move to the next round. The one door out of the room will only open once there’s only one person standing. Have fun you girls!!”

The screens went blank, the girls looking in shock. The gun sat there empty, waiting for the first bullet to be loaded.

“T-there has to be a better way out right?” Cailee started to panic.

“How do we know we will get turned back to normal in a week?” Madelaine asked.

“Forget that it’s still a gun.” Lana pointed at it. “What if it’s all a trick to kill us?”

“How would they explain killing us?” Meg asked her.

“How would they explain us being dolls?!?” Lana threw it back at her.

The room got quiet for a moment, every woman there unsure how to feel, if to cover up or not. Kathryn looked over to a corner of the ceiling, seeing a camera mounted there with a red light indicating they were filming. There really wasn’t any other way.

“Do we have anything?” Isabella stood up, looking around the small room.

“I say we just ignore their game.” Lana crossed her arms covering her breasts. “They can’t shoot us for not playing.”

“We also don’t know how to get out.” Cailee looked to Lana as if she’s crazy.

“Only one can leave….” Meg pondered.

“We’re all leaving,” Lana stopped Meg from over thinking. “They won’t let us starve here.”

“Won’t let us use the bathroom either.” Madelaine noticed a lack of toilet.

“All we have to do is sit here and do nothing.” Lana told her fellow naked prisoners. “Plain and simple.”

“We’re playing the game.” Kathryn told them.

“WHAT??” Cailee looked at her like she was crazy.

“The fuck we have too!” Lana stood up now.

“Everyone shut the fuck up!” Thomasin shouted at them, the room going silent once more. “Yes it’s fucked up, but what choice do we have in this moment? They took us here from our homes, we’re naked, we’re alone, there’s this gun in front of us in a windowless room where we only leave when they tell us to. If they can get away with making us go missing, they could do the same in death if they wanted to. So instead of us sitting around and pissing ourselves while we starve to death to prove a pointless ideal…I agree with her that we need to play.”

“And be turned to dolls for a week?” Meg asked her.

“Better dolls than dead.” Thomasin defended herself.

“Exactly,” Kathryn agreed. “And it’s Kathryn by the way.”

“Thomasin,” She introduced herself back at her.

Lana leaned back, feeling like she was losing them, but they had a point. “So what now?”

“....we play.” Madelaine looked at the gun. Everyone else also looking at it.

“And if they’re lying? Cailee was still nervous of it all.

“We can only find out by the first person out.” Kathryn looked at the gun.

“Or one of us just starts shooting.” Isabella pointed out.

“Bit of a dick move for someone with no dick.” Kerinan looked at Isabella.

“We have to play it by their rules.” Kathryn told her.

“Fine….who goes first?” Isabella asked.

The girls were all sitting there looking at each other. The gun still sitting in the middle of the table, Kathryn taking a look at it and everyone else, some more nervous than others. Cailee seemingly hiding herself in her chair while both Lana and Isabella sulked over needing to do this.

“I’ll go.” Kiernan looked at everyone. “If nothing happens I’ll pass it to my left and so on until it gets back to me.”

The idea wasn’t terrible, no one liked it, but no other alternative seemed to be passed around so they stuck with it. As the rules went, Kiernan grabbed the gun, and one bullet from the box, placing it in the cylinder before giving it a good spin. The metal rattling of the gears spinning, the bullet in one of the chambers. Everyone tensing up, the naked Kiernan holding the gun in her hand, and could feel her heart pounding in her chest, uncertain what would happen next. She put the gun next to her head, pulled back the hammer, and pulled the trigger…..

*Click*

The girls all sighed in unison, nothing happening to Kiernan who leaned back in her chair feeling it hit her what happened.

“Fuck me,” Kiernan looked at the gun than to the redheaded woman next to her. “You’re next.”

Madelaine took the gun from Kiernan, feeling how heavy it was in her hands. Giving it a good spin of the chamber herself. The girls watching her as she did what Kiernan did.

*Click*

The girls sighing once more. Madelaine looking at the gun.

“My turn I guess.” Lana grabbed the gun, giving it a spin before placing the barrel in her mouth instead.

*Click*

“Nothing.” Lana set the gun down next to Kathryn. “Maybe it’s not working?”

“It’s in perfect condition.” Kathryn spun the chamber. “Nothing seems out of place, so yeah…it’s real.”

*Click*

“Jesus and you put it in your mouth Lana?” Meg was given the gun next, a bit of spit still on the tip of the metal.

“I don’t know, maybe I just assumed it was fake?” Lana shrugged.

“You weren’t saying it was fake before?” Cailee looked at her.

*Click*

Meg shuddered, passing the gun to Thomasin quickly.

“Could be denial.” Thomasin looked at Lana. “Trying her best to act like nothing is happening.”

“Little hard not to think something is going on when we’re all naked.” Madelaine looked at everyone, then to Thomasin. “Great tits by the way.”

“Thanks,” She replied.

*Click*

“Same for you.” She continued.

“At least they picked attractive people I guess?” Isabella spun the chamber now. “Maybe that whole fuck off idea wasn’t too bad.”

*Click*

The gun was passed to Cailee, who looked at it nervously.

“You need to do it.” Kathryn told her.

“I-I know I just…” Cailee sighed to herself. “I’ve had people I know kill themselves before, this just feels….too close to it.”

Everyone kinda stayed silent.

“There’s only one way out.” Kathryn kept going. “We either do this….or die slowly in here.”

Nothing in this scenario was good for Cailee, but she picked the gun up, gave it a weaker spin, and put it to her head, a single tear running out of her eye while pulling the trigger.

*Click*

She put the gun down quickly, relieved she was alive.

“That was easy.” Meg joked. No one liking it.

“Round two then.” Kiernan held the gun again.

“Don’t we need to add another bullet?” Thomasin asked.

“That raises the odds.” Kathryn told her. “If it’s 1:6 then one bullet is all we need at a time.”

“Here goes nothing then.” Kiernan spun the chamber, putting the gun to her head.

*Click*

“God I hate this.” Cailee almost turning her head directly away.

“Look at the bright side.” Madelaine spun the chamber again. “We already know what the worst could be.”

“You say that…” Isabella looked at her. “But what happens if that’s the time you get shot?”

“What…like this?” Madelaine pulled the trig-

BANG

“HOLY FUCK!!” 

The girls jumped out of their seats or ducked below, the gun going off in Madelaine’s head, a hissing sound of air leaving a body was heard between their screams, Lana still sitting there felt Madelaine fall onto her lap, deflating while her skin turned to plastic. Madelaine’s face coated in shock, yet caved in to look printed along the plastic that was her flesh. Lana pushing her off her lap with a panicked scream, as the girls looked to see a deflated blow up sex doll that WAS Madelaine Petsch. The gun now on the floor as well.

“The actual fuck….” Meg looked at the woman now turned sex doll.

Kathryn walked over and knelt down, seeing Madelaine laying flat on the floor. She picked her up, the empty plastic husk of her body falling limp in her hands, and the hole from the gunshot seemingly mending itself back to normal, with a small air nozzle to inflate her again forming behind her right ear.

“Well they weren't lying about that.” Kathryn looked at them all.

“SO WE ACTUALLY TURN TO FUCKING DOLLS?!?” Lana shouted.

“Sex dolls.” Meg looked at the deflated Madelaine.

“THAT’S EVEN WORSE!!” Lana shouted again.

“Please we’re already naked on camera.” Thomasin tried to calm her down.

“We’re really trapped here…” Cailee couldn’t believe it.

“We have to do something.” Kiernan tried to reason.

“We already are,” Kathryn opened up the gun, a single bullet casing falling out.

“What are you doing?” Isabella asked.

“Reloading the gun.” Kathryn grabbed another bullet.

“No no no we could stop this right now.” Cailee tried to reason with her.

“We know how this ends Cailee.” Kathryn told her.

“We could shoot our way out.” Lana was with Cailee.

“With what bullets??” Thomasin grew annoyed. “They clearly won’t kill a person.”

“Unless she’s stuck as a doll?” Lana looked at them.

“If they didn’t lie about how it works, why would they lie about how long it would last?” Kathryn spun the chamber.

“Look I’m just saying-”

“I could make you go next if you hate this so much.” Kathryn aimed the gun at Lana’s head.

No one moving from where they are, Lana looking at her both worried and angry.

“H-Hey wait.” Kiernan spoke up. “What about the game?”

“Yeah let’s take it down a level girls.” Thomasin sat back down.

Lana and Kathryn still staring each other down.

“You would be next up if Madelaine is out.” Kathryn kept the gun pointed at Lana’s head.

“Wouldn’t that be murder?” Meg looked at Kathryn.

“Not if she turns into a doll. “ Kiernan told Meg.

Cailee watched the scene unfold and tried to speak. “Maybe was ca-”

“Just fucking shoot me if you have to.” Lana told Kathryn. The room going still as the blonde haired woman stood with the gun pointed at Lana still….

*Click*

“Fucking hell.” Isabella sat down.

Lana flinched at the sound of the gun clicking, Kathryn really taking up her offer on shooting. The blonde now spinning the chamber again.

“I am next after all.” Kathryn put the gun to her head.

*Click*

The gun was empty again. Handing it over to Meg who took it and repeated the game.

“Unfucking believable.” Lana looked at the girl next to her. “What if that went off?”

“Wasn’t it what you asked for?” Kathryn asked.

Meg ignoring their argument, looked at the gun and questioned how long it would take, nervously putting the gun to her head even if she now knew that death wasn’t on the table.

*Click*

Meg passed the gun quickly to Thomasin, who questioned the same as Meg while Cailee looked on. Lana and Kathryn still arguing a little bit.

“Do you think well feel what happens as a doll?” Thomasin looked back to where Madelaine was.

“I don’t know.” Meg told her.

Thomasin spun the chamber around. “I suppose….least make sure they treat me well?” She put the gun to her head.

“Don’t say it like tha-”

BANG.

The room went silent again aside a hissing air sound leaving the deflating body of Thomasin. Meg watched the bullet go through her head as she was trying to speak to her. Eyes suddenly going still and glossy, the arm holding the gun quickly growing weak letting it drop, while she sank in her seat losing air, her breasts taking a while to deflate from the size. She slowly turned into an inflatable doll like Madelaine before her. Only staying on the chair until she’s nothing but a pile of plastic folded in on herself.

“Ah Jesus.” Isabella watched from the other side of Thomasin, seeing no exit hole in her head when she shot herself.

“Two down.” Kathryn looked at her. “Isabella you’re up.”

“Just like that?” Isabella was shocked.

“We don’t have a choice do me?” Meg leaned in to speak to Isabella.

“Least now it’s better odds right?” Cailee looked around. “I mean, 1:6 and it’s 6 people.”

“You….do realize those odds get smaller per shot right?” Kiernan looked at her.

“...Shit.” Cailee had it click in her head.

The gun was reloaded, and round 3 began.

*Click*

Isabella handed it to a now fearful Cailee.

*Click*

The gun finally made it back to Kiernan, who spun the chamber to start the cycle again.

*Click*

Lana taking the gun next.

*Click*

And back to Kathryn.

*Click*

To Meg.

*Click*

To Isabella,

*Click*

And to Cailee again.

*Click*

And then it was back to Kiernan.

“Did you even load it right?” Lana started to get frustrated looking at Isabella.

“Of course I did.” Isabella defended herself. “It’s not that hard.”

*Click*

“Yet no one is dying.” Lana shrugged.

“No one has died yet you bitch.” Isabella told her.

“Oh so I’m a bitch now?” Lana grabbed the gun from Kiernan. “Let me just pull the trigger and see if you’re wrong.”

*Click*

“Happy?” Kathryn looked at her.

“Not yet.” Lana pulled the trigger again.

*Click*

“Could you knock it off?” Cailee asked her.

“Nope!” Lana pulled it again.

*Click*

“What did I say?” Lana felt like she was right. “Not even fucking lo-”

BANG

The bullet cut off her rant. Eyes rolling back and body going limp before going flat, flopping off the chair into plastic. This third person out, was starting to make the few that were left get used to the noise, let alone, used to seeing each other pop.

“She….she did ask for it.” Isabella spoke up.

“Like we asked to be here?” Cailee questioned her.

“We did.” Kathryn walked over to pick up the gun. “The invite was for a game.”

“Not like this.” Kiernan looked at the women around her turning to blow up sex dolls.

“I just liked their vibrators.” Meg confessed. “Was kinda thinking they were showing off that new Tom Holland dildo.

“Oh the one molded after his real penis?” Kiernan asked.

“Yeah with the Zendaya promotion, how it feels identical.” Meg chatted on.

“Wasn’t there also gonna be a toy based off her vagina as well?” Kiernan kept discussing it.

“Yeah I think it was a couples thing.” Meg confirmed.

“Such a cute couple.” 

“I know.”

*Click*

They came back to the moment with Kathryn passing the gun over to Meg.

“Would they actually sell this?” Meg asked, holding the gun in her hand.

“That would be incredibly dumb.” Isabella thought about it.

“How do you figure?” Kiernan asked while Meg spun the chamber.

“If it’s the bullets that turn the person into a doll, and it comes to public use in America, who’s to say some dumbass with an AR-15 loads up on these bullets to shoot up a mall or something to get his own collection of blow up dolls.” Isabella explained.

“Suppose that makes sense.” Kiernan thought about it.

“So this is just what? A sick game?” Meg pulled the trigger.

*Click*

“Technically yeah.” Kathryn watched Meg sigh in relief.

“Like what you see boys?” Isabella looked at the camera Kathryn had spotted prior. One hand on the gun, the other fondling a tit. “You jerking off to us shooting ourselves while naked?”

*Click*

“What if they’re going to fuck us as dolls?” Cailee asked.

“Do they even know they’re dolls?” Kiernan looked at their fallen friends.

“If they do then I think Lana’s had her head in her ass since she deflated.” Meg looked at her.

“Kinda feel like she’s had her head up her ass most of the time here.” Kathryn looked at her too.

*Click*

God…” Cailee gave the gun to Kiernan. “Not used to that yet.”

“Thank god I don’t own a gun myself.” Kiernan set her round up.

*Click*

The game went on, Kathryn taking the gun.

*Click*

To Meg.

*Click*

To Isabella.

*Click*

To Cailee.

*Click*

To Kiernan.

*Click*

Kathryn

*Click*

Meg

*Click*

Isabella

*Click*

Cailee

*Click*

Kiernan

*Click*

Kathryn

BANG

The silence broke with Kathryn, the one to lead them into this game, shot herself and fell deflated. Everyone watching her collapse in on herself. As half of them were now dolls.

“Fuck me.” Kiernan looked at her.

“Why not?” Isabella reasoned. “They want a show right? Let’s just fuck each other.”

“They want us as dolls.” Meg told her, standing up to grab the gun.

Those who watched from afar saw Meg bend over, ass on display while picking up the gun from Kathryn’s limp body. Rummaging through the box that was getting more and more empty. Taking a bullet to replace the fired off one, its casing hitting the floor along with the others that were discarded.

“We can stop right?” Cailee asked.

No one replying.

“Right??” Cailee’s voice sounding desperate.

The barrel rattled with another spin of the chamber.

“Please, there has to be a way out.” Cailee pleaded with them.

*Click*

Meg winching at the sound, uncertain how long this is going.

“Let’s just do that Isabella said and fuck each other huh? I’m not a lesbian but I could try eating one of you out if it meant saving our skin.

Isabella looked at Cailee, gun in hand, and pulled the trigger.

*Click*

“I’m sorry.” Isabella handed the gun to her. “But she’s right.”

The gun was placed in front of Cailee, tears running down her face, looking for some sort of support while the other three girls sat in silence.

“I-I don’t want to be a doll…” Cailee looked at them.

“Neither did they.” Kiernan looked at each of the others. Madelaine, Thomasin, Lana…Kathryn….all dolls against their will.

Cailee glanced at each one of them, then to the ones living, taking a good look at the gun in her hand giving it a spin, and felt part of her break. Her breathing got quicker, sweat beating off her brow, she stared up at a camera that watched her, this was what they wanted, there wasn’t anything else to do; but to scream as loud as she could right at the camera, pushing the barrel to her head and just kept pulling the trigger over and over.

*Click*

*Click*

BANG

Her screams died, yet not her, Cailee’s body whizzed with air leaving her while flopping over the chair, the gun landing on the floor again. Kiernan, Meg, and Isabella watching the poor girl deflate rather quickly, her petite body small enough to shrink down to a small pile, the last of her legs slipping off to meet the rest of her body on the floor.

“She really couldn’t take it.” Meg looked at Cailee on the floor, swearing she saw tears still leaking from her eyes.

“Yeah…” Kiernan looked at them. “Let’s make this easier.”

The girls got up to the pleasure of those watching. Going to grab the ones that fell before. The flash like plastic feeling odd to the touch, lifting each of them up to the table and setting them there. The gun and it’s remaining bullets being taken with them alongside their chairs to the side of the room where they sat in a small triangle. The gun back in Kiernan’s hands, the last bullet in the box in the center of their triangle at their feet. All three of them knowing what was next and yet hesitated to do so.

“Do we just have us get shot by the other at this point?” Kiernan loosened her grip a little. “Just call it here and now?”

“Only two bullets.” Said Meg, her mind still on how Cailee went out. “How do we decide who gets to remain human?”

Isabella turned to look at the dolls on the table, Kathryn’s eyes gazing at her with a startled look on her face. She convinced them to play, she was the one to blame; or perhaps, it was just Isabella’s denial of the situation that led them there.

“We finish the game.” Isabella turned to them. “If anything, we do it for them.”

Kiernan and Meg could agree on that, Kiernan regaining her grip, putting the gun to her head, and letting out a potential final breath pulled the trigger.

*Click*

That damn click was getting on their nerves. Meg taking the gun next.

*Click*

“Fuck.” Meg pulled the gun away. “It’s scarier now.”

“Less chances of fucking up.” Isabella prepared herself.

*Click*

“If it’s my last turn I’ll just say….” Kiernan thought of something. “I do understand why they picked us.”

“Wait why?” Meg asked.

“Because we’re hot.” She pulled the trigger.

*Click*

“Okay but like, the girls with the biggest tits are gone already,” Meg grabbed the gun and spun the chamber again. “I’m more…neiche compared to you two.”

*Click*

“A counter point to that argument.” Isabella spun the chamber faster than the other two. “We also had a lot of fucking good orgasms from those toys.”

*Click*

“Oh back to me.” Kiernan reset the gun. “Um….I wish I did more lesbian scenes?”

*Click*

“Weird last words considering we’re not even dying.” Isabella looked at Kiernan as the gun didn’t go off.

“I don’t know, I feel like some fat balding man is gonna be using me for the next week if I don’t make it.” Kiernan handed the gun to Meg.

“I guess in the same vein…I suppose I could have done a sex scene in general?” Meg pulled the trigger.

*Click*

“God we’re getting too used to doing this.” Isabella took the gun and put it to her head. “Final words….I pray I have the biggest orgasm when I get back to human form.”

BANG

Down she went. Kiernan and Meg watch Isabella fall to the floor, her body shrinking up and her flat body turning to plastic like the others. The last two looked at each other, before going for the gun and the bullet.

“This is it.” Meg looked at Kiernan load the gun.

“Yeah…” Kiernan locked the gun in place, giving it a spin. And held it in her hand for a minute, before looking up at Meg. “No respins?”

Meg knew what she meant. “Sure.” She braced her hands on her thighs looking at her. “No respins.”

They nodded in agreement, whatever happens happens. Kiernan putting the gun up to her head and pulled the trigger.

*Click*

“One in five now.” Kiernan handed the gun to Meg. who started to worry more about what would happen as she pulled the trigger.

*Click*

“...One in four.” Meg handed it back to her.

Kiernan felt her hand grow shaky, lifting it up to repeat the game.

*Click*

“Fuck…” Kiernan wiped the sweat off her brow. “One in three.”

Meg took it back, her own nervousness only matched by Kiernan’s. Holding back a few tears while putting it to her head.

*Click*

They froze, looking at the gun now.

“50/50 shot.” Kiernan looked at her.

“50/50 of spending a week as a doll.” Meg looked back.

Neither of them moving.

“So…you shoot, and if it’s blank…shoot me?” Meg asked Kiernan since it was her turn next.

“Or the other way around?” Kiernan was second guessing herself.

“I mean…” Meg shrugged in uncertainty. “We could spin the bottle with it.”

“You mean…who ever it points towards shoots first.?” Kiernan asked.

“Still a 50/50…and if it’s blank we do it again to see who gets shot.”

“And what if it lands on the same person twice?” Kiernan asked.

“Only if the next shot is real.” Meg explained her logic.

“I’d have better odds at playing for it.” Kiernan suggested.

“Play for it how?” Meg asked.

Kiernan thought about it, then held her hands up, palm out flat, other hand up in a fist above.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors….really?” Meg looked at her.

“Got a better idea?” Kiernan asked.

Except there were no other ideas.

“Fine….deal.” Meg sat up and matched her position. “On Scissors or on shoot?”

Both of them thinking about it for a second.

“Shoot’s fine.”

“Yeah Shoot’s fine.”

“Ready?” 

“Yeah.”

“Rock”

“Paper”

“Scissors”

“SHOOT!”

BANG!!!!

The last gun shot could be heard from outside the door. 4 men in work uniforms for SLU-Tech on standby waiting for the signal to be given to enter by the big wigs. Those who would pay to watch the video footage would have plenty to enjoy. A voice over the radio gave word to let them inside. The men quickly moving to see the table with the various women on top of it, and in the center of the room……

Meg Donnelly, naked on her knees, holding in her arms the deflated plastic body of Kiernan Shipka. Sitting there as the sole winner of their little game. Meg looked at the somewhat defeated eyes of Kiernan, all plastic and hollow inside, while the last girl in the room felt hollow herself. Glancing over to see the men start to pick up the dolls and put them in bags.

“W-wait…” Meg started to stand up still holding Kiernan. “Where are you taking them?”

“To a separate facility to be cleaned Ms. Donnelly.”

Meg turned around and saw at the door, the game show host man that they spoke to at the beginning.

“I’m so proud of you to win our little game tonight.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“So they’ll be out for a week right?” Meg asked.

“Of course….and some change.” He noted.

“Some change?” Meg was confused.

“Yes, while the bullets changed the girls to dolls, a separate device is needed to turn them back, just as a safety measure of course.” He explained, holding his hand out as if asking for Kiernan.

Meg looked at him, and back to the naked, airless girl in her arms, reluctantly handing her off to the host, who passed her over to one of the men.

“We’ll need to take her to a facility where they can be reverted back to normal, and admittedly that can sometimes take an extra day or two depending on up keep plus ensuring they come out the same as they became dolls.” He went on to explain.

“And…what do I get?” Meg asked, suddenly covering herself up now that she was surrounded by people that are dressed.

“We can arrange a little something extra special for you my dear.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you stay nice and close to the others.”

Meg was about to ask what he meant, when a prick of a needle hit her neck. And the world suddenly started to get dark, falling limp onto the floor, still a human, just passed out.

“Let’s set her up with our normal manners.” The host told the men. Two of them grabbed and dragged a naked unconscious Meg out the room while the other two carried the boxes of inflatable dolls.

A few days later, at a SLU-Tech adult toy store, Millie Bobby Brown walked between aisles looking over some items, the store being a mixed location with toys for men and women, along with some lingerie options. Millie picking up a nice royal purple lace set out for herself while turning to the employee there. “What about this?” She held it up along the bare skin of her arm to give an idea of what it would look.

“Your husband will love it.” The employee told her.

“Thank you.” Millie put it together next to her other things in the basket. “Though he won’t be the only one enjoying it.”

“Oh I’m sure with a woman like yourself.” She led Millie towards the registers, passing an array of dolls.

Millie saw the wrapped packages of various models, from smaller compact onaholes, to a torso called Maisie. And a row of neatly packed blow up dolls with names like Kathryn, Madelaine, and Lana. Before seeing a face looking right at her.

“What’s this?” Millie asked about the standing naked woman whose breasts were in the way.

“Our classic selections. Life sized Silicone sex dolls, perfect flexibility and detail to that of a human.” She showed the other four girls on display there. “This one seems to be named Meg Donnelly.”

“Interesting.” Millie looked at the naked girl.

Meg’s body now turned silicone, standing up right with her nude body exposed still for everyone to pass and see, a tiny part of her mind still active, looking through her now artificial eyes seeing Millie look her over, unable to do anything but stand in place.

“Perhaps I’ll have to consider one for my husband.” Millie looked them over.

“Any in mind?” the employee asked. “We can also custom order one in if you prefer.”

Meg could not hear a word they spoke. Only seeing them agree to something. As she was stuck as a doll for as long as needed, only hoping that she’ll at least be able to join the girls she played with as humans again sometime soon…..

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Church bells rang throughout the small valley, the changing of hours making way to signal that the work day was over. August stepped back from his anvil, the blade he was working on can wait till morning. The black smith apprentice cleaned his work station and himself for the evening while his teacher sorted out the inventory. The sun slowly turned to sunset while a small group of men on horseback charged into the village after a day of hunting.

“Anything good?” The blacksmith shouted, his eldest son one of the men on horseback riding through.

“A couple elk, nothing big enough to feed the entire village.” The son steadied his horse, the elk in question being dragged along the back of two other horses.

“Damn, we’ve seen a shortage of meat since rumor of those nightmare creatures started coming out.” The blacksmith cleaned his hands with a soiled rag. “Bloody vampires stealing our meat.”

“I doubt it.” August spoke up. Father and son looking over at him.

The son taking a second beat at August, not quite knowing who he was outside of being under his father’s wing. “The Maturo boy right?”

“I am.” August’s father tending to more of the books for several of the shops in town.

“Well then, why do you doubt vampires taking our food?” He went on to ask of him.

“Vampires can only drink blood,” He explained. “Part of the price of immortal life, they need blood instead of normal food, so unless they’re sucking the blood out of the elk, the idea of them eating meat is quite out of place for them.”

The blacksmith chuckled. “And you know this from?”

“Books mostly.” August replied. “Some rumors here and there but it all adds up.”

“So who’s taking our animals?” The son felt frustrated.

“Wolves maybe.” August assumed, gathering his own things.

“Maybe you’re looking for a wolf man like that person who was cursed to be a wolf,” The blacksmith assured his son. “What was his name….Jallan? Albert? Alex? I think it was an A name….”

“I’m all set sir.” August interrupted him.

“Right right, say hello to your family for me.” The blacksmith kept trying to remember this name off the tip of his tongue, his son watching August Maturo leave.

“You think he’s hiding something? He asked his father. “Like how would he know so much about the unknown creatures of darkness?”

“Considering his father has the largest collection of books in the village, I would not be surprised if a few contained Vampire material." The blacksmith shrugged. “Come on in, your mother is making stew.”

August walked down the road, feeling a bit of silver in his pocket thanks to one man tipping him for a rush job. Many people were walking around the village either heading home or to the tavern for a drink. Taking their minds off work and of monsters best they could. The 18 year old simply taking a side step past the bakery while out, seeing if he could snag any of the baked goods before they needed to be tossed. A small trade later and he kept walking with some stale bread. Not that there wasn’t food at home, rather it was not where he was going.

A little way out of the village, where the old Maple trees grew and would not be tended to until the season for syrup came, there was an old watch tower of the old wars, August walking towards it the sun slowly getting lower with night just around the horizon. Inside were the tattered remains that were left behind when the war ended yet never got taken out, going up stone stairs higher into the tower where the person he was meeting was at. Of all people or things to be mentioned prior by the blacksmith, a vampire was there to greet him.

August checked the windows, making sure the sun was blotted out by the curtains he helped put in, before glancing at the large makeshift coffin he helped make. He found this vampire lurking near the village about 4 months ago. Instead of fearing them, he helped move the vampire into this watch tower that no one went to anymore. Knocking on the lid, evening coming around soon enough to start waking up the vampire for another night. The lid shifting open, August stepping back, as she rose evenly upwards into a standing position, stretching out her arms while her long black dress formed around her, feeling more loose with her cleavage sticking out as she looked to August.

“Good evening handsome.” Selena Gomez spoke softly to the young man.

“Good evening Ms Gomez.” August watched her float to the ground.

“Another fine day?” Selena asked him.

“Some outcry of needing more meat for the village but when do they not beg for food?” August set his things down. “Evening looks to be nothing but clear skies at least.”

“Wonderful.” She looked through the small chest she used as a wardrobe. “You want to help me change.” She flicked her wrist with a shimmer in her finger nails.

“I want to help you change.” August repeated back.

Selena had placed him under her influence about 4 months ago, calming him down at first to keep him from revealing her to the village, leading to a small fondness in which she made use of him. Turning the young man into her eyes and ears within the village while she hid in this tower at day, and ventured into the woods at night. Slowly corrupting the village one person at a time hoping to either convert or kill those she needed. Even now, August was oblivious to the fact the dress Selena had slept in belonged to a woman he’d brought to Mistress Selena weeks ago, her bloodless corpse hiding beneath the dirt of this place before his memory of her was wiped from existence. In his eyes, she was just a very pretty woman cursed with the vampire infliction after being trapped herself.

Selena faced away from August, his hands going to undo the back of her dress, letting it slip down her body showing her nude figure underneath. Every curve and every blemish, from freckle to scar, to the bite marks along her body that made her a vampire. August blushing at seeing her bare ass like this, more so as she bent forward bracing herself to the chest.

“Are you alright?” He asked nervously.

“Y-yes.” She lied, shifting herself to sit down on the floor, facing his direction now.

The naked vampire rested her head against her hand, her bare breasts swinging gently while settling, skin looking more pale than before with a few wrinkles showing her old age. Living for over 100 years yet still keeping the body of a woman in her 30s when she was first bit. Looking at August who stood there worried, yet glancing away to not stare at her nudity.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had any blood.” Selena confessed, looking at him and eying him over. “I need to feed or I might die of starvation.”

August knew this, as he said to the blacksmith and his son, the only food Selena could eat was blood. Thinking it over a bit, he knew what to do. Call it the influence of Selena, call it his own free will, but August started undressing himself in front of her.

“What are you doing?” Selena looked at him stripping.

“You need blood, and I have plenty.” He tossed his shirt off, revealing his body was getting into good shape thanks to swinging a blacksmith hammer all day long.

Selena smirking over his sudden willingness to be naked like her, his pants coming off to show his nice, uncut cock. The tip faintly peaking out of his foreskin.

“Are you a virgin?” Selena asked him, her magic doing some of the work but August knew what vampires required.

“I…” He realized his now exposed cock was getting hard at the nude sight of Selena. “I’ve not laid with either man nor woman.” He recited how she put it to him months ago.

“Fascinating.” Selena looked at him, pulling herself up to get closer, even on wobbly feet, she stood a few inches above August putting her hand on his bare shoulder for support. “But let’s keep you a virgin. If anything, then to let your blood not be spoiled by sex.”

He nodded, feeling her push him around, her legs were still weak, so she guided them to their knees, Selena behind August. He could feel her large breasts pressed against his back, her hands running around his chest feeling his abs, and her lips kissing at his neck.

“Such a handsome young man you’ve become.” Selena flirted with him. “To think no maiden has laid with you yet.”

“I was asked to save myself for marriage.” He told her, feeling her hands get lower.

“A noble request these days.” Selena commented. “Just us like this now could be scandalous to some.”

As she spoke, she licked at the right side of his neck, cleaning him of any sweat that claimed his skin from all the work he did. While a hand grazed his thigh.

“I would do anything to be by your side.” He told her. “You are by most standards the nicest woman I’ve met.”

She stopped in her path, looking over at his face. “How sweet of you.” Selena was so unused to human kindness anymore. “I’ll promise to be gentle, and to give you a fine reward for your help.”

August cooed, feeling her soft hand along his penis, gently stroking it while she held him there. Never having a woman touch her there before, the feeling foreign yet pleasant. Opening his legs a bit more to give room for Selena’s hand, she stroked his dick while nibbling along his shoulder, not giving anything yet aside lip. 

“Do you like it?” Selena kept a firm grip on his dick while stroking him over and over.

“Y-y-yess…” he moaned, closing his eyes and focusing on her hand.

She pulled the tip back, exposing his mushroom tip from behind the foreskin. Letting it slip along with each stroke of her hand, the hard penis carefully being jerked at a pace that would not make him cum early.

“I’m starving.” Selena felt the blood rushing through the veins in his dick, smelling his faint musk and sweat across his virgin body enticing her. “You will let me drink your blood until I am full.”

“I will let you drink my blood until you are full.” He chanted without opening his eyes, mind too lost on the handjob he was receiving.

“Good boy.” Selena pulled her head back while stroking him faster.

Her eyes turned a dark red, almost black, red circles of hell fire acting as pupils. Letting her mouth open to push out her sharp fangs, twice the length of human canines, and triple the sharpness. With a quick gash, she bit into his neck where she was kissing him before. His body tensed up at what felt like small daggers being stabbed into his neck, her hand going faster along his dick making him twitch while her other hand pulled him in tighter against her breasts, acting as if a cushion to ease the pain of her fangs breaking flesh.

August’s body went slack, and Selena’s eyes rolled back. Drinking up his virgin blood. The taste was rather alluring for her, more so with virgin men being so hard to find. Slowly drinking his blood, savoring every drop that passed her lips, consuming more, groaning with satisfaction over the blood that entered her belly. August offering no resistance while feeling his blood drain from his body, growing light headed, and arms getting heavy, yet Selena had no intent of killing him.

The boy moaned weakly, enjoying it too much to not react. Selena stroking faster, regaining her strength with each sip of blood she took. Wrinkle lines fading, skin getting warmer, and breasts feeling larger. The poor virgin not able to handle it anymore, firing his load on the ground. Selena’s eyes started to come back to normal, glancing down to see that he was firing ropes of cum across the wooden floor, soft moans amitting from him while cumming hard.

“That’s it baby.” Selena pulled her teeth out of his neck, blood still dripping from her fangs. “Cum for me.”

She stroked him some more, milking him of every last drop till he was dripping the smallest bits of cum. The vampire woman letting go of him as August dropped onto his hands and knees, panting to recover.

“Holy…” He could barely speak, his skin a little more pale, limbs weak, feeling the blood loss take him. Bits of his blood pooling along his neck while Selena stood up and walked around.

August looked up, Selena now standing there still naked, but with more color, and hair more vibrant. Looking like she was in her 20s. Breasts more perky, hips with a nice little sway and her pussy near his head, wet in arousal from it all yet even if he meant to look away, part of him did not. Not after having her tend to his penis in such a way.

“Rest up my friend.” Selena offered him a hand to pick him up. August accepting it and feeling her have the strength of 4 men pull him up to his shaky feet. “I think we can arrange for you to be my new snack.”

“Yes.” He spoke half willingly, half under her influence. “Your new snack.”

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“Are you sure?” He asked, a little surprised yet wasn’t going to say no.

“I think I’m ready for it yeah.”

“I mean it’s not gonna be super gentle due to…well…” He glanced past her face to linger along her back, as if trying to see a glance at where she was asking.

“Between you and me?” She leaned in. “It would be my first time taking it up the ass.”

Even the word ass itself was something he did not expect Miranda Cosgrove to say. Jacob leaning back in his chair, surprised at just how bold she was getting in their relationship. Only dating for about 8 months, their dinner at home usually ended in more simple acts like snuggling on the couch, or gentle sex in her bed. Not in a request for anal sex. Her soft smile and comforting hand atop his own, the dozen or so questions he may have had seemingly not being important or needed, just the assurance that this was what she wanted.

“I think we can do it.” Jacob agreed.

Miranda rubbed his hand. “I’m glad you said that, cause I might have picked up the lube already.”

So prepared even for such a taboo thing. Jacob seeing it circle back to why he loved her. They kissed, Jacob grabbing the used desert plates and heading to the kitchen. The least he could do was clean up dinner while she prepared for tonight. Miranda, while not a shrewd to sex, never wanted to commence sex while not feeling clean, washing up in the bathroom, making sure at the very least she was cleaned down there. The last thing she wanted was an infection. Jacob simply set the dishes up into the dishwasher, tossing them all inside before heading back over towards the living room, seeing that she had discarded her clothes in a neat pile in front of her laundry room, including her bra and panties neatly folded on top.

Not wasting any time, Jacob went to her bedroom, seeing the lights dimmed and Miranda now in a bathrobe. The woman smiled at him as he closed the door behind her despite their company of only each other in the apartment.

“Nervous?” She asked him.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “You?”

Miranda turned to face in no particular direction, thinking it over before looking at him again. “A little, but I wouldn’t be asking this unless I was certain it was something I wanted. Even if it may only be the one time.”

“Of course.” Jacob walked over to her. “If you don’t like it just say the word.”

“Yeah,” She nodded, her hands toying with his shirt. “But let’s find out together.”

She tilted her head up and kissed him, their lips meeting with a little bit of vigor over how much they cared for each other. Miranda was able to pull his shirt off, showing a small selection of abs that he’d gotten. His hands reaching for her robe, Miranda letting it slip off with his help and revealed her nude body to him once again. Jacob having grown fond of every single inch of her, head to toe, freckle to freckle, breasts to butt. She was perfect in every which way in his eyes.

His pants were soon undone, letting them drop to the floor revealing his penis to her, Miranda letting her hand stroke the upper half of his dick to get him hard, kissing each other while they embraced each other’s nudity. Bringing her back towards her bed, letting her sit along the edge while he knelt down to his knees to pull her legs apart and tend to her pussy, even if the goal was her anus, he wanted to make sure she came at least once.

“Oohhh.” Miranda felt his tongue along her pussy.

Jacob pushed his face deeper into her pussy, her soft legs wrapping along his shoulders. Licking at her to get her nice and turned on. Miranda moaning with each lick he took, fading into each other while she fondled her small breasts to stimulate herself along his own guiding hands went for the bottle of lube she acquired. Opening it up to sputter a little of the cool gel like substance along his finger, cold to the touch yet looked downward, seeing below her vagina Miranda’s anus poking out between her cheeks, gently pushing the finger inward.

“Oh my….” Miranda gasped.

She felt the cold tip of his lube covered finger against her outer area, feeling it be pushed past the entrance and slipping inside her anus itself. A shiver up her back, his finger protruding where no hand had gone before. Coating the inside of her anus for his cock. Her body twitching, Jacob’s tongue getting her G-spot, feeling her get close, Miranda feeling herself cum from his tongue already. Jacob felt her squirm about, clenching her ass around his finger while she came inches above. 

Miranda laid on the bed, letting her ass release his finger. Jacob grabbing his shirt and wiping off the left over lube off his finger. Not even leaving his place, he just stood up, her legs hooked on his shoulders to which Miranda felt them rise with him. She watched his hard cock now rest atop her pussy, yet he had no intention of slipping it inside her there. Grabbing the bottle of lube and now pouring it in his hand. Miranda saw him stroke his cock over her, both getting off to how she looked in this naked position she was in, and was coating his cock with the lube which would make the next step easier.

“Just be gentle.” Miranda asked in a hushed whisper.

“Always.” Jacob wiped the left over lube off his shirt again, not planning on heading home tonight.

He lowered his cock past her pussy, feeling strange aiming himself for her asshole. Miranda felt her nerves kick in, yet knew she wanted this, giving her boyfriend a final nod to permit him to enter. He pushed the tip against her puckered hole, breaking through the small entrance to ease the first few inches in.

“Ggooodd..” Miranda gripped the bed sheets in her fists. The pain numbed by the lube that they used.

Inch by inch, it went further in, Jacob feeling how tight it her asshole was around his dick. Struggling to get more of him further in while she looked up with worried eyes and low whimpers. Doing the best to relax her anus while he got more of himself in. The deeper he went, the louder she got. Moaning with each thrust he worked in and out of her. Hands wrapped around her legs holding her close, finally getting all the way inside her, Miranda feeling stuffed. Slipping part of himself out, he pushed his way back in with her groaning away the remaining pain there was. Jacob doing his best not to go past her comfort zone for pace.

Her eyes were shut tight, feeling each thrust he took, stretching her asshole out. That pleasure slowly taking hold, no longer adjusting to it, accepting the cock inside her like it was any other form of sex. Jacob pushing himself forward, his body towering over her, legs bent up with her feet still dangling over his head. Nearly being folded in half. Looking up into his eyes finding safety in them, even when feeling him pump his dick within her bowels.

No words were spoken, Miranda hardly able to speak, focused on the steady pace they made, Jacob leaning in to offer a kiss to ease her mind. Jacob gently picking up his speed only a little bit, as they get adjusted. Their love making feeling like hours yet only lasting minutes. As Jacob found her tight anus to be nearly milking him. Feeling himself get close. He grunted, Miranda feeling him start to cum inside her asshole, pumping his seed through her deflowered rectum.

They laid in place, Jacob finishing up her orgasm, Miranda looking at him feeling a wave of emotions that she thought she knew from sex before, yet how felt his dick grow soft inside her. Pulling out, her asshole felt empty, and a little bit of cum dribbled out of her anus. As Jacob got off her, falling to the floor, while her legs now dangled off the bed. Both slowly recovering. 

“Wow.” Miranda spoke up. 

“That was…” Jacob lost his words.

“Amazing.” Miranda pushed herself up.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She laid on her stomach, head a little over the edge of the bed. “We should do it again sometime.”

They kissed once more, her ass feeling a little sore, but as bits of cum dripped down towards her pussy, she looked at her man, thinking she should get more sexually active if this was what anal felt like.

Chapter Text

The pond under a full moon’s glow glimmered with delight, a perfect place for a midnight stroll or simply star gazing above. But further up the path was a party which was in full swing aside from three people who stepped away towards this pond hidden amongst the garden alongside. Milly Alcock, an actress of some fame depending on what people enjoy watching, had needed a bit of fresh air from the party while still holding onto a champagne bottle she plucked off a drink table. Her two escorts to the pond, two, dashing men say only a year or two younger than her each, who mostly followed her out due to their drunken thoughts of bending her over and pulling her dress up yet they all laughed and stumbled into the area in front of the pond.

Milly looked at the calm, clean water, how it shined in the moonlight, the calmness of the area around her. And she had a naughty thought after another swig of champagne straight from the bottle. Handing her drink off to one of the guys whose names she’d forgotten, reaching for a zipper along the back of her black dress and started to discard her clothing. The two men sitting on a nearby bench, watching her strip down out in the open. Even before she got a bit drunk that night, she had discarded all undergarments below simply leaving her naked while slipping out of the dress, her heels kicked off with the rest of her things standing completely naked and barefoot on the grass.

Her ass towards her male acquaintances, and turning her head back to give them a little wink, Milly crossed over the grass to the small bit of concrete that lined the pond and started to step into it. The pond itself was shallow, even as she walked further into it she felt the water level only reach her upper thighs at its deepest end, the cool water feeling nice on her skin, finally she turned to her observers, whose eyes never left her body, now getting a view of her small breasts and clean shaven pussy above the water.

“Care to join?” She offered them

Neither one of them needed more convincing.

Milly didn’t care if this was some strange pond at a party she was supposed to attend inside the building itself, not even questioning if she was allowed in the water let alone in the garden. Just focusing on her two new male friends strip a few yards away while she watched them. With haste, they were naked like she was, jumping into the water with her. Both a little taller than her so the water only hit lower thighs, their dicks avoiding being under the water, mostly due to them being hard as rocks. Milly smiling at them both. Wading through the water to join her sides, Milly saying fuck it given their nude states and started kissing them both. Going back and forth between their lips, her hands reaching out to stroke both cocks.

There was a small rock formation at the other side of this small pond, Milly glancing over it and leading them to it. Spending little time in sitting them down, dicks to her attention, kneeling in the water yet still able to keep her head above water without issue. They watched as she proceeded to suck one cock while stroking the other, only sticking to each cock like this for a short time, before alternating between them. Groans being elicited from both of them, expertly sucking them both off while keeping the other tended to.

She would look up at time to time, letting them watch her shove more of their length inside her, eyes fluttering up a bit while the tip of their dick hit the back of her throat. At one point, she pulled their dicks close to one another to let her take both their tips at once, sucking them, licking them, letting both of them watch her tongue wiggle around their piss slits and with a smile how horny she got when drunk.

The slightly older one of the two men, stood up in the water again, walking around her to pull her body up, bending her forward at the knees. The one now behind her pushing her upper half down a bit for her to keep sucking his friend. While he lined up his dick with her waiting pussy, Milly moaning with a mouth full of cock as she felt her cunt get stuffed. The men looked at each other then to Milly, pleased with the fact they pulled this off. Thrusting into her from behind while a hand went to her head and bobbed her up and down the dick.

“ACK, ACK, ACK!” She lightly gagged on the cock.

The cock inside either end of her rocked her whole body, the man behind her pushing himself in which pushed her mouth further down the other man’s dick. Water rippling along their legs while he slammed into her hips. Only getting distracted as another bottle of champagne was popped open in the party they had left, a quick glance over the shoulder of the man fucking Milly from behind showed that no one had come out to find them. Either because they thought they were still in the party, or others had snuck off elsewhere to get freaky just like them so no one really questioned why Milly had slipped away herself if they did know.

There was some desire to speed things up, the man getting his dick sucked wanting a taste of her pussy as well. A small nod to the one fucking her pussy at the moment and they agreed on the best option. Milly feeling herself be pulled off both dicks, her pussy feeling empty and the cock in front of her covered in her spit. Pulling her up and out of the pond for a moment, Milly feeling her body manhandled by them both. Until she felt the man she was sucking off before line his cock up with her pussy, slipping her down for her to moan over him. Straddling him, she bounced on his dick for a few seconds before the first man she was fucking came from behind again, Milly suddenly feeling his cock line up and push into her asshole.

“Oh fuck…” Milly braced herself on the man she was riding first.

The cock that entered her ass eased in slowly, the one in her pussy slowing down pace to let her body accommodate for two dicks inside her now. Stuffing her as she rode them at the same time. A steady rhythm being found, as one pushed in the other pulled out. Rocking her body between them, Milly holding on for dear life while they double penetrated her. Water splashing about in the pond, her moans getting louder so they stifled them with their lips to keep her from getting loud enough that the people in the party could hear them.

Working their dicks inside her pussy and ass she threw her head back to cum on the dick in her pussy, her asshole clenching around the cock inside there so he felt her orgasm as well. Both men happy with this arrangement in fucking the actress they just met, the one in her pussy not much into anal so sharing her like this was a perfect idea. Working more of themselves into her, thrusting both cocks inside at the same time, Milly hardly able to control herself and came again. Losing herself to her impromptu lovers. Bodies pressed against one another, the men shifted themselves, forcing their cum down her holes. Milly feeling herself be filled up by them, semen pumping up deep into her womb and rectum.

It was odd, a sober her would find this all to be too much, knowing her ass would be on fire from the pain in the morning. Or the fact she still did not know their names yet they used her like she was their shared girlfriend. Yet she wasn’t sober at all, grinning ear to ear over how much they fucked her. She didn’t even have much shame hit her when she felt them pull out, Milly landing back in the water, bits of their cum leaking out into said water. Milly could only laugh at how silly it must be to be fucking around like this, how they would have to explain this to whatever girlfriends or dates they may or may not have had when they return, how she was forgetting if she was on the pill or not that day….or pondering how to explain this to the security guard that found them in the pond naked clearly up to something sexual. 

Whatever the case, she looked past the flashlight that shined in her face to the sky, at least it was a pretty night with the moon out.