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 Suddenly Succubae 3 (Worm Urban Fantasy AU)


Commissioned by Anonymous


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Despite confronting us on the ground, the moment it became clear they’d have to fight they all took off again. Crystal and Eric started to fly up high while Victoria stayed low, rocketing towards Lisa. The gargoyle as they did so spreads his wings and flies down as well, coming in hard and fast to try and dive kick at Brian, though the orc manages to dodge and retaliate with his club. Rachel’s dogs in turn move to intercept, defending their pack, yet as she gets closer to them Victoria flies high to narrowly dodge them as they try to jump up and bite her. Lisa meanwhile does something with her hands, a bit of dust shines in the moonlight as she stares at the approaching hero, I imagine with a smirk on her face. 


Victoria comes in to punch her, and as she does, while she connects, it seems to fail to do anything. As if she was just some regular person trying to punch a brick wall. Nearly smirking, I begin to play a small little ditty on my flute as two Lisa’s split off from each other, both with mocking vulpine smirks on their faces while I start the next little tune to make mine giggle. 


“I’ll go left you right,” I hear the punch wizard shout out, and yet as she does the dogs have already rounded on her, and are nipping at her heels. Just one would take down that shield she has around her, leaving her nothing but a mage in the middle of a horde of Rachel’s hounds. Lisa meanwhile raises her wand and begins to cast while I mirror her movements with the illusion… Idly I note that the tentacles were sliding ever further up my form, having now gone from my lower leg right up to my thighs. At least the gargoyle hadn’t used some lewder version of the spell that was slowly becoming more common among witch hunters for it’s ability to disrupt spell casting. Briefly I glanced away from my illusion to the others. Rachel at some point had shifted into a wolf, growling and snarling as she bit and shifted around in her bindings, her body slowly bulking up as she used her Zionic powers to bolster her resistance, even if it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Alec is still largely free beyond the ones crawling up his legs and one restraining his sword arm, not that he’s even trying to use it. Like me, he wasn’t moving much and all of his focus is on the pair of mages in the sky, no doubt using his powers to mess with their ability to cast spells or aim their Zionic blasts. 


Continuing to play the simple tune, watching Lisa as she moved, I do my best to match her. The way her body suit shifts, squeezing in inconsequential places as she brings her wand to bear on Vicky with what looks to be a small pouch in her other hand.

 I shift the illusion to point at Victoria as Lisa does the same, making the illusion silently mouth the words. Vicky tries to stop it, grabbing at Lisa…


Only for her hand to slip right through.


“Nooo~” she cries out before a yawn suddenly seems to overtake her even as she turns towards the real Lisa. 


“Shoot her~” Vicky weakly says as she tries to resist the magical powers of sleep, yet this time it seems that Lisa’s gotten the better of her will. Victoria fell to her hands and knees, struggling to stay awake. She groped blindly for the wand in her robe and yet as she tried, her fingers kept twitching and slipping, the rod falling to the grass. Meanwhile Rachel’s dogs had turned in the short moments between Victoria flying over them and then being hit with Lisa’s spell. They charged at her, and for a moment I let my illusion go. She was already about to be down and I wasn’t about to let Rachel’s dogs maul her in their excitement. 


As I pulled my flute away from my lips the illusory Lisa popped like a soap bubble. Then I brought my flute up to my lips again, about to play again, when a bright blue shield fell over the elfin girl. 


Shifting my attention again, Eric had been holding his hands out at his cousin, his Zionic shield not requiring the usual complex somantic components to fire off and so even the brief shift of Alec’s attention to Victoria had allowed him to cast it. Which was honestly perfect. Knowing the power of his shields I shift targets, confident that the worst outcome would be the dogs maybe chipping a tooth if they tried to break through the eldritch shield.


Alec seemingly realising the situation as well began again to mess with the two Pelhams again, their limbs and fingers once more twitching and shifting, any shots of theirs barely accurate as they continued to try to fire from above, the shots of eldritch power often curving and missing. With the dogs down below they couldn’t get too close without getting mauled, and with Victoria on the verge of sleep under a shield, they couldn’t pursue once we escape their tentacles without leaving the spoilt princess behind.


That just left the gargoyle. Turning to look over, I see a cloud of Brian’s Zionic darkness pouring out from him and the gargoyle battling him. At some point Brian had lost his club, the thing lying on the ground cut in twain by the gargoyle’s blade. To any outsider, Brian looked like some kind of skeletal warrior seeped in necrotic power. For the average guard Brian was a nightmare, obscuring his form with ease, making him hard to hit and harder to defend against as his sword or club would slip out from the growing darkness and strike where they were least defended.


Yet the gargoyle Tarl, an old friend of New Wave, wasn’t merely some guard. Garbed in elfin chain mail and with the natural thick skin of a gargoyle to boot, despite his strikes, Brian’s blows were getting no where, his blade unable to pierce the hero’s armour and the weapon that might have at least done something had been sundered. Eventually, with how much more potent Zionic darkness was since it not only obscuring vision, but sound, scent, and even other more magical senses, Brian would be able to eventually beat even the veteran member of New Wave once enough of it was out. We however, don’t have that kind of time as even a fraction of a minute could be crucial here. 


Thankfully, the elves of old wanted to be able to control their servants if they ever got rebellious, and thus gargoyles have no resistance to magic.


Taking a breath, I once more began a familiar ditty on my flute, focusing on the parts of Tarl that I could see through Brian’s darkness and I pushed onto him a sense of sleepiness onto him. For a moment, it looked like nothing was happening. Brian and him were still locked in combat, his blade swift as he kept forcing Brian back into his smoke… until he wasn’t. In an instant the combat shifted, Brian’s heavy attacks pushing Tarl back while still being able to deflect his blows without the help of the smoke. As Tarl’s speed fell his defence became more desperate. He wasn’t reacting as fast and as he pulled back far with his wings, he stifled a yawn and seemed to mutter something before shaking himself.


Meanwhile Brian charged Tarl, trying to keep him from recovering, coming at him with a much telegraphed swing. Tarl blocked it easily even tired as he was, and surprisingly, even dodged the follow up punch before tackling the orc. The two fell to the ground, Tarl on top, swinging his fists down at Brain as the orc boy blocked as best he could, blocking one punch, two, and then three. As the fourth punch wound back, it seemed the strength was rapidly leaving the Gargoyle. The fourth came down weak, and when he tried for a fifth, Brian threw him off before he grabbed his sword. Tarl didn’t get up however. His head now lolled to the side and his breathing was steady and peaceful. 


Then suddenly there’s nothing holding my legs and the tentacles around us disappeared. I throw my hands out, barely able to stop myself from falling on my head with them before I fell to my back with a grunt while Alec and Rachel land heavily beside me.


“Well would you look at that, you’re all down for the count in one way or another while the rest of us are mostly fighting fit,” Lisa calls out and I can practically hear her smug grin through her mask as she calls out to the duo in the air. Looking over, I notice that Crystal was lazily floating, looking out of it as she stared off into space while her brother ineffectually shot off his weak eldritch blasts at Lisa who at some point had cast a magical shield which blocked them with barely any input from Lisa. 


“Now far be it from me to suggest anything of a high and mighty elf, but perhaps it’d be best to just sit the rest of this out while we get out of here hmm?” she suggests rather ostentatiously, gesturing wildly to mock him further. I start to get up so that we could perhaps leave and help the other out when Eric calls down to us.


“Like hell! Dispel!” he cries out. He gestures at the same time, but unlike before where Alec was watching to mess with the fingers of the two Pelham mages, this time he was busy getting up. There was a sudden feeling of wrong that appeared around us. Near instantly I feel the magic around me leaving me, my body shifting as the magic transforming me expired from the anti magic. Suddenly my clothes were too tight, it was hard to breath, and as I gasped I heard the sound of something shredding. I felt the tips of my wings spear through the back of my outfit and as my breasts pressed against the front they helped push those tips through until the back was sheered apart. I felt my bra burst underneath, the material not stretchy enough to handle going from mosquito bites to mega melons, which was the average for most succubae. My hips briefly felt constrained, like a vice had been clamped on them before there was the sound of a weak link popping before my tail finally slipped from my pants. I felt resistance against my thighs for a moment before like with my shirt I heard an audible ripping sound and the pressure disappeared. Gazing down, Mom’s gifts were clearly visible now, no longer hidden as bits on my costume. They shimmered for a moment, a sign of them fighting off the spell trying to tear away their magic, but the sustained transformation had obviously slipped. Instinctively I moved my arms to cover my breasts, while a blush formed on my cheeks.


With his cast, the rest of the spells around seem to dissipate as well. I hear groans from the gargoyle as he pushes himself up. Victoria herself pushes herself to her feet, any traces of drossiness gone. Brian’s helmet meanwhile had lost its glamour while Lisa’s various protective wards disappeared ranging from the mage armour to the magical shield. 


Thankfully the pair were too far away that Crystal was still out of it from whatever Lisa hit her with… and Eric seemed out of it too, his gaze squarely on my chest, his jaw slack, his eyes like dinner plates. Below I even spot a hint of his growing arousal. 


He certainly wasn’t compensating with those muscles from how large the tent in his pants were.


Focusing back on the gargoyle, he was getting up fast, already rising to his feet. Like hell will I just let this all fall apart now even if it might cost a bit of my dignity. Brian might be able to take Tarl as he’s getting up, but why waste the opportunity? Looking right at the rising gargoyle, one handed I crouch to grab at my material bag which had been on my belt…


And hear a sudden rip as my pants split apart in two, turning the already ruined things more into leggings than anything else. Were I in any other position I’d die of shame, but now was not the time. From my ditty bag I draw a small rod to point at Tarl while playing a slightly different song, something Mom had taught me long ago in case I ever ran into trouble. The instant I finished the last note he froze, held in place by my magic. A little trump card if putting them to sleep didn’t work 


Meanwhile Alec has gotten up so we don’t have to worry about the casters. 


“Wiz look out!” I hear Brian shout and I turn to look to Lisa. Victoria has her in hand, the front of her outfit bunched in her fist. The dogs try to move towards her but she flies up into the air high above. Fuck… fuck. Brian’s too far away to help her, Alec’s busy with keeping the other two occupied. I look to Rachel and she’s snarling, her whole empowered body vibrating in a desire to rush in and fight. Rachel had described it like a berserker rage overtaking her when she used her power on herself, and it was only her will that kept her from running to leap up at the pair. As we stood there, the two of us looked at each other, Rachel’s head tilting to ask for ideas on how to deal with Victoria. We could try to attack, but most could be blocked either by Victoria’s shield or risked hitting Lisa. Needed to be something non-lethal that had a sure fire chance of success… Homing or…


“I got an idea, do you have a spell that’ll take down her shield?” I ask as Rachel nods before I get a hint of her doing something. Meanwhile, I prepared Mom’s lewd magic bag. 


“Well here goes nothing,” I mutter. While I could try to paralyse Victoria I couldn’t be sure it’d work. Zionic powers were weird, they didn’t work like magic, only sometimes interacted with it, and even if she was paralysed, she could potentially use her power anyways. Plus like her cousins she’s a wizard even if she didn’t act like it and thus could potentially resist it. Sleep wouldn’t likely work again either and if she really wanted to she could just rocket away with Lisa and like hell am I leaving Lisa behind. 


Waiting, I notice the ground beneath Victoria rapidly pushing up, before a thick and very thorny vine shoots up, the tip almost as large as a spear head as it and a few more shoot out from below. In an instant they reach Victoria, slamming into her shield at high speeds. For a moment as the shield disappeared, so did her flight, the two dropping down while Lisa took the opportunity to kick away. At the same time I cried out as I threw Mom’s sack at the stunned elf girl.


“Danilly!” I cry and instantly the sack unfolds. Leather tendrils shot out and began to wrap around Victoria. I hear a cry before leather slips in her mouth, her legs, her arms are rapidly bound. A thin cord slips between her legs and the bag blinds her as it draws itself over her head. Victoria falls to the ground while Lisa has kicked away… but not without consequence. 


As Lisa lands she lets out a harrowing cry of agony along with a few select swears in elfin. Practically dropping everything I take off running to her. She’s clutching her knee as she swears worse than an elfin sailor, rocking back and forth as I fall to my knees near her.


“L-Wiz, are you- is it broken?” I ask, my mind going a mile a minute, mentally preparing a healing spell.


“Yeah, it’s broken, power says it’s broken, fuck!” she declared. Taking a breath and remembering some of the druidic magic I learned at camp. Thinking happy thoughts, remembering happy times, I draw on images of Mom and when she’d help me read, how happy I’d been when I’d shown Mom I could read on me own. When Lisa and I met and I finally had a friend again… when we’d cuddled, our fingers intertwined, one set above… one below… I bite my lip as those last images stirred something in me, but rather than let it distract me I used it, and pushed with those positive images and thoughts into Lisa, finding the right place like the druids at camp had said to do this kind of spell. The energy flows through me, pressing into Lisa as I focus on healing her leg. As I watch, the leg slightly shifts, and while there’s a gasp from Lisa, she sighs then as well.


“Thanks, help me up?” she asked as if she even needed to as I grab her hand and pull her to her feet. Looking back to the group in case of a fight, I see none. Eric was the only one left of the heroes and while he tried to circle and get away from Alec’s focus, with his sister still dazed by some kind of hypnosis, it was useless. Rachel had already gathered her dogs while Brian had already mounted Brutus.


“Come on guys, guards can’t be far!” Brian calls out as we nod.


“Hey, let’s ride together,” Lisa suggested and as I looked to her, I kind of had an idea of what she wanted as she kept glancing down at my breasts.


Not that I’m opposed.


“Okay,” I say as we start to run over to the others, my arm covering my breasts as we make it over to the others since there’s no time to cast.


As we rushed to the dogs I looked over to our opponents. Tarl’s still paralysed by my spell, while Victoria was still held by my bag. She’s squirming and wiggling in the air, her power having come back. But she seemingly can’t get the thing off of her, wiggling and squirming, crying out… and a hint of something else. A sickly sweet scent slipped in my nostrils as I passed by her. Briefly I look up, and with all her squirming, the leather seems to be pressing particularly hard in one rather intimate place. 


I almost want to call it back, to unbind her to take it… but getting away is more important. Besides, I can probably get it later, though I can’t if we get booked, especially now, and if someone could convince a jury I was at risk of being corrupted by the forces of evil.


Well, that’s a one way trip to being bound to someone.


Thus with a heavy heart I pass by the bound Victoria and move to the dogs. Looking at the still flying mages, Crystal is still out of it, while Eric… he’s trying, but each time he tries something Alec merely uses his Zionic power to throw his aim off course, shields appearing in random places, eldritch blasts missing by a mile, and any spell he even tries fizzling while Alec giggles mischievously.


Knowing better than to stick around I start to help Lisa onto the dog. She wants to ride backwards, letting me command the beast while she can watch our backs and probably make the ride a bit more enjoyable. Once we’re all on we kick off, spurring our mounts forth as we flee the scene. I briefly look back but Eric doesn’t look like he’s following us and I let out a sigh of relief, before I let out a muted “oh” as I feel a very soft set of lips slipping around my bare breasts. My other teat trapped between a pair of naughty digits pressing and squeezing on my other nipple. The one captured by Lisa’s mouth gets a salacious lick as a shiver travels down my spine to my groin. She’d pulled up her mask just enough to let her lips and tongue out. The bucking isn’t helping either as the hard flesh of Rachel’s dog bucked or rubbed against my lower lips. I shoot an accusing look down at Lisa. She’s gazing up at me through her mask while we ride, and were her mouth not occupied, it’d have that cheeky vulpine grin spread across her horny half elf face.


Unable to hold back my own grin, I instead focus on riding while being teased, allowing Lisa to hold up my heavy breasts for me. Wouldn’t want them to sag after all. 


Actually… could succubae breasts sag?


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Far from the crime scene and the noble district in general, we stop on one of the various gravel topped roofs in Brockton, our mounts taking time to trot about while we moved them into a vague circle. Rachel of course leading the pack before eventually she herself stopped. Already knowing she needed to be present for this, Lisa had pulled off me with a pop, grinning like a loon before taking a few moments to turn around on her seat. 


As we sit, I catch Brian eyeing us for a moment as I blush a bit. Lisa might be as well… that or she’s kind of used to being teased about being lewd. Part elf and all that with their higher than average libidos… though now I guess Alec will have another target to hit with all his lewd jokes about “versatile roles” or whatever he was referring to. With a brief call of magic and a few notes on my flute, I layered an illusion of a simple hoodie overtop my torso mostly for decency’s sake. 


“Alright then, Great work guys, I assume we got what we came for?” Brian asked as Lisa nodded, holding up the pack with all the documents in it. Opening it she pulled out a few choice ones.


“Got it all right here and Bard got a lot of extra stuff too. It’s just as the boss expected, our elfin adventurer here has a few ties with the Imperium, more than just family too. Looks like he’s sold a fair amount of stuff to them in the past, mostly stuff from the old Central American empires that he picked up. Lets see…” As she spoke, Lisa started to read through the papers she’d brought out. 


“Looks like mostly old enchanted weapons and stuff like Aztec obsidian swords, Mayan bows and spears. Guess when it comes to weapons they’re not really that picky… hmm, looks like he even sold some stuff personally to the Imperium’s local Caesar…” as she said that last part, Lisa did a double take, her brows scrunched before she let out a stifled snort before a grin spread across her lips. 


“What?” I ask, moving beside her to look at the document. Lisa points to what had tickled her and I read it aloud.


“Two succubus enchanted Samba outfits sold to Caesar,” like Lisa I grin a bit as well. We all knew exactly who would be wearing those skimpily clad outfits that Ceaser had bought. Ceaser of course was the leader of the Imperium in America. Other parts of the world with their own Imperiums had their own Ceasers since it was more of a title or rank than an actual name, but since the Imperium liked to operate at least with some secrecy, they used it to keep their people from being identified. The local Ceaser of course had two gorgeous elfin women who were blessed by Zion, allowing them to grow to become incredibly powerful giants, turning from merely buxom and beautiful war mages to terrors on the battlefield as they let their fasces and magic fly.


As for the “succubus enchanted” part, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but no doubt it had to do with something rather perverted. Something I’d look into it later. I am a succubus now after all.


“Leave it to elves to care more for perversion and debauchery over being consistent,” Alec said with a chuckle. Lisa gave him a half dirty look though she didn’t bother to wipe the smile from her face. She was only half elf after all. 


“To be fair, I don’t think they care too much so long as elves are on top of the stack. Didn’t the elfin empire have lots of different species in it?” Brian asked to which I nodded, remembering a few history lessons on how in the ancient days the grand Elfin Imperium stretched across nearly all of Europe and North Africa, only held back from the eastern lands by the various barbarous tribes and dark lords of Germania along with the Dark Sorcerer kingdoms of Asia Minor. Some of those kingdoms were responsible for the creation of the various human-demon hybrids that terrorised civilisation even long after they fell, succubae being only one of many made in those ancient times.


“It did, but that doesn’t stop some of the dumber elves from thinking that the Imperium’s about establishing a one species state,” Lisa jabbed.


“Can’t have an Empire without ruling over a few groups of people,” I say, more drawing on the definition than anything else, even if it was correct. 


“So what happens after we give this to the boss?” Brian asks, though Lisa just shrugs.


“Not sure but he’ll probably blackmail the guy, that or just smear him to the public. Which ever is most useful I guess,” she says.


“As long as we get paid,” Alec says while the rest of us nod. Lisa though looks over to me while the others start to get onto the dogs. I just shake my head however and simply reply:


“Later,” and she nods before we join the others and continue our flight from our crimes.


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Later came as things got a bit quiet back at the loft. Brian had lent me an actual shirt to wear since his barrel chest was the closest to my new size while I ended up in one of Lisa’s very stretchy pyjama bottoms. We’d had a little success party upon getting back. Just a bit of pop and chips. Lisa meanwhile tugged me to the side for a moment.


“Hey, I’m sorry I screwed up…” she said, frowning while not being able to really meet my eyes. She looked reserved, a far cry from the teasing minx that seemingly loved to tease me and touch me, not that I minded. Seeing her so down though… 


“It’s fine,” I say, even if I’d much rather have gotten Mom’s bag back. “I mean it’s not like it’s gone forever. We’ll get another opportunity at the bag later.”


“Even so, now people will know it’s valuable to you,” she says, and I don’t really have a rebuttal. Granted, we could get lucky and no one suspects a thing, gives it back to the adventurer and we could try again, but to go back just for that? It’d be foolish even then. Perhaps if we were exceedingly stealthy and erased any trace… but that’s not our team, we’re a smash and grab, not master thieves. However, more likely the Protectorate would lock it up as evidence to share with the local guard or even the state guard. Worst comes to worst, they realise who the enchanted item used to belong to and then it draws suspicion to me. 


Though would they put their own corruption at risk just to get little ol’ me? Maybe, especially if they can pin me with the other crimes I’ve done with the Undersiders. Granted… I hadn’t thought about being a succubus… I hadn’t known. But then I had also expected to likely to go to jail if I ever got caught, expecting the authorities to try to cover up their corruption by getting rid of me some how. Now it’d just be a bit easier to do so. Pay off some judge to declare me a threat to society before having me bound to someone rather than a mysterious goblin raid or something somehow getting past the seismic sensors or some other kind of “accident” they would pull off. 


“It’s just a perverted bag,” a perverted bag that belonged to Mom, but also one that got us out of there to. Maybe I should pay attention to that instead, the fact that we got out, that we managed to get out against a veteran of New Wave and all three of the main founder’s children? Yeah, sure, Mom’s bag was likely gone, but that was just one of such things, and Mom had a whole wardrobe plus some, all of which the Protectorate nicked and sold off before telling Dad and I “We’re sorry, here’s a pittance of what we made from it all.” 


“Even so, is there a way I can make it up to you?” Lisa said while pressing her arms together, her pop held low, her breasts pressing out enough to emphasis her body. I can’t help but notice, my eyes instantly drawn to her body, even more than usual. Below I can feel a bit of a stirring, a flutter along with a hunger. We hadn’t used all of that cum… and I’d licked the dildo clean after… Maybe…


“Hey love birds, before you two get too lost in each other’s eyes, join us for a game yeah?” Alec called out to us from the couch. Alec had apparently put on one of his multiplayer games that he one day convinced all of us to play with him. Other than Rachel but she didn’t mind too much. In fact while we’d cut her out, rather than turn back she’d stayed a wolf and now was laying on Brian’s lap as he pet her. Pretty much all he did since anything more complicated like taking the dogs and Rachel out for a walk was usually left with me. I was the former groupie and pet handler after all, not that I minded the responsibility.


The game itself was kind of simple, something it had to be since the rest of us didn’t really play games on the magic console like Alec did. While he’d gotten me sort of into that one RPG game, I was woefully inadequate compared to Alec in anything other than that, and the others were just as bad as I. So instead we played a simple game that had us fighting through hordes of eldritch beasts. Most of whom were inspired by historical accounts of English explorers when they came across one of the numerous ruins by the Hudson’s bay area. Despite the horror theme to it though, it was a bit of a power fantasy game which made it kind of fun and relaxing to fight rather than as tense as it could have been.


“So what’re you going to wear now?” Brian asked me while we gamed. As we’d started, Lisa and I had predictably cuddled together, the two of us sticking together in game while Alec generally went off on his own. Brian usually stuck with us as well, though whenever we’d catch up with Alec he’d move off with him, doing his best to keep up with the only one around skilled enough to probably be able to do this all on his own.


“I don’t know. When I’d gotten my outfit together I’d kind of expected it to just be a one off, and now it’s all of this…” I say, pondering the question. What should I wear then when they inevitably asked me to come along again? Eventually Lisa would come across another job that would present the opportunity to steal back another one of Mom’s enchanted bits of gear.


“Oh hey I know,” Alec said while pausing the game. Suspicious, I look over to him as he pulled out a phone and seemed to start looking for something. Knowing Alec, I don’t expect anything serious.


“Why don’t you wear this?” he said as he turned his phone to face me. Instead of getting mad I merely snort and roll my eyes. Succubus I may be, but I’d been raised human and even if my modesty had taken a hit and it would certainly draw all the right attention a succubus might want, I wouldn’t go out in that… probably.


In front of Lisa though…


“I’m not wearing that for my new outfit,” I say as I grin at him. Lisa of course though almost seemed to give it some thought. 


“I’d certainly be distracting,” she says as I playfully nudge her.


“To you maybe,” no doubt if I did wear such a skimpy thing Lisa wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of me as she’d push what was effectively dental floss aside to latch onto my breasts while her leg slid between my legs. 


Not a bad thought. I might have to look up something similar on my own for when I wanted to have a bit of fun with Lisa.


“I was thinking something a bit more… well, something that fit in better than just being a medieval peasant girl… especially now that I’ve kind of been revealed as a succubus,” I say bringing attention to that. Originally I’d thought maybe to slowly add to my costume. Maybe add a long coat, possibly even a get a different hat. Something stylish to go with it so I looked less like someone dressing up as a medieval peasant, a tricorn hat maybe? It would kind of fit the area since Brockton is a sea port, and Alec was kind of renaissance themed. I’m not so sure how that would work out with wings now though, and the hat certainly didn’t work now with how my horns were. 


“Well, we could go with a catsuit like mine,” Lisa suggested. Mildly curious I glance over to her for a moment. The area we were in was clear of enemies for now anyways. “I have a few spares, none in your natural size but it’s not like that can’t be fixed… But we don’t exactly have the money to enchant it like what I’ve had done to my main one. At beast it’d be a minor protection enchantment that’d protect you barely more than putting on several sweaters.”


“What about hell beast leather?” Brian spoke up this time referring to one of the many problems plaguing the country side. Hell beasts despite their name don’t actually have anything to do with demons or Hell… most of the time, but rather it was just referring to their unusual size and strength. Their leather was coveted for its fortitude and light weight. “I know a guy who’ll give you a discount on doing commissions if you bring him the materials, and he’s discreet about it too. It’s how I got my leathers.”


“That could work,” I say thinking about it, slowly the thought entering my head of myself clad in leather. Not in a perverse way either. If made well enough, it’d still give me free range of movement while still protecting me. It might even be able to be enchanted a bit. “I assume you know where to hunt outside the walls to find one as well?”


Brian rubbed at the stubble on his chin while Alec paused the game since we’d totally stopped playing and no doubt he’d rather we didn’t die because we were distracted. “Well I know where the beasts I hunted used to be, but no doubt the state guard or adventurers have gotten to them since then. But that’s nothing that looking on the magicnet can’t solve. Plus, there’s always the frontier if there somehow isn’t any around.”


“Dad would never give me permission to go out to the frontier, at least if it’s more local I can maybe hide it from him,” I say not the least bit guilty about suggesting it. Sure I may at least somewhat understand his reasoning for hiding my succubus side, but that didn’t exactly take the sting out of such a big thing being hidden from me. As for the wilds, people just don’t go out there if they can help it even in the civilised parts of the world such as Europe and parts of East Asia. About the only place that people could were on island nations where what ever civilised race there had wiped out the malicious monsters there. It usually gave them an inordinate amount of power as well so long as the islands were at least somewhat rich in resources and weren’t invaded by creatures from the depths of the ocean.


“Well how about we find out if there are any hell beasts about then?” Lisa suggested as she pulled out her phone. I look over and see a picture of me on her phone, my new form but under the illusion from yesterday. Nothing lewd and I smile a bit at it, pulling her closer.


Opening up the magicnet, she started to search about it on a web browser for warnings about dangers around Brockton Bay. Sure enough there was the usual warnings symbols of goblin heads on the map, one even in a town not too far from Brockton. There was the symbol for a tentacle monster not too far from Concord, likely it’d gotten lose from a porno studio if it was that close to the city. The usual warnings of bandits potentially lurking out in old ruins if you risked scavenging. There were ghost warnings both in and out of Brockton, and a confirmed warlock cult that the State Guard was investigating judging by the large “stay out of area” section on the map in the north east of the state. So many different symbols, and while most of them were likely true, though more than half were only rumours and not actually confirmed yet. Lisa tapped a few symbols on the bottom and slowly the clutter disappeared until there was only a single type of symbol; a black dog head growling inside of either a white or yellow symbol. White meant it was confirmed. Just looking at the map, much like before, more than half were yellow; unconfirmed, but at least a couple there were white. Tapping on one, Lisa pulled up the information.


Be warned of a Hell Mole in the area tearing up the road on the way to the Brockton Lumber Camps. Bounty of 200 dollars to bring successful proof of destruction of the beast.


Several of the other confirmed stories were of a similar kind. It kind of made sense since due to adventurers, most of the large hell beasts in the area would have been hunted down over the years by them and most would flee to the frontiers. Not all of course, and some particularly nasty beasties would wander back in search of food and territory… that or they came through underground routes that still hadn’t been fully mapped out yet. 


As Lisa tapped and came up with more and more small ones, eventually as she tapped on one further from the walls and out in the middle of the brush, information of something far larger than the usual smatterings of hell rodents came up.


Be warned of a hell bear in the area foraging for winter. Multiple rangers have confirmed a hell bear hunting in the area and ripping the local wild life apart. The local infrastructure and near by villages listed below are advised to post additional guards, prepare defences, or evacuate if that will not be sufficient.


“Woah, how long ago was that posted?” I ask and Lisa clicks on the link to the proper website. 


“A couple of hours ago. It’s unlikely anyone has gone for it yet, you want to go for it?” she asked and I smiled. 


“Sure, in the morning though, I still want to get my apology. Besides, we’ll need your spells to take it down,” I say as Lisa nodded before looking to the others. 


“Anyone up for a little hunting expedition tomorrow? There’s a hell bear out there and Taylor needs a new set of armour,” Lisa asks as everyone else nods. Brian even grins, his teeth showing his eagerness.


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The game hadn’t gone on too much longer, just until the next level before Brian called it quits, saying he wanted to get prepared for the hunt. I wouldn’t have minded going on further since I wasn’t too bad at the game, and because I got to cuddle up with Lisa. Lisa was likely the same as while the game was entertaining, the two of us weren’t exactly gamers by nature. I because I usually preferred books and Lisa wasn’t because sometimes when she got surprised her control over her power slipped, and if she’d already been over using it, then it was a one way trip to headacheville.


Thankfully, Lisa hadn’t over used her power this time, likely because of how much I’d distracted her early in the day. Only this time it wasn’t a distraction, but rather an apology, a very exciting apology.


Using the shackles, I transformed them into something a bit of light bondage; chains to go between my shackles as well as a chain leash. I’d wanted to go further, but Lisa said that something light would be better for our first time doing something like this, so I kept it light. I’d also donned a blindfold. While the rest of it was all courtesy of Mom’s gift, the blindfold was Lisa’s. No magic or anything from it, just a sleeping blindfold converted into something deliciously perverse. 


I couldn’t do anything to it without shifting the shackles, without showing I wasn’t okay. Even so, Lisa decided to keep our previous safe word; cumquat. I merely needed to say it and the whole scene would end. The fun would stop and we could just have a bit of regular fun with some feeding involved. 


With the blindfold on, I could only focus on my other senses. Scent for one was the most obvious one. Unlike hearing which remained the same, my sense of smell had improved significantly, at least for erotic things. I couldn’t imitate a bloodhound like Rachel could for most things, but scents? Maybe. Even just passing by Victoria as she’d struggled in her bondage, I could smell her as she grew aroused, as the bag had bound her up, and pressed against her special place. It’d been a sweet scent, like candy. Not as intense as the aroma that pervaded Lisa room, us when we cuddled, when we’d played maid, but it’d been there. The taste of it was different as well, like the difference between the ways different brands made similar candies. Overall it would taste the same but with a few hints that differentiated them. Maybe diet affected it? Or was this some kind of demonic soul tasting thing, like the life essence of someone secreting out in their juices? 

 One more thing to look up I guess.


Lisa herself hadn’t moved in a while. I’d been able to hear her tying the dildo to her crotch with some spare rope we had in case we needed it for spells or quick escapes. I’d almost wanted Lisa to use them on me as well, but for now, we were just experimenting with the shackles and the blindfold. The thought of those ropes digging into my crotch, pressing against my precious place like it had with Victoria. I let my legs rub together, feeling my thighs press against each other, slightly teasing my lower lips as they rubbed against each other from the friction. 


The anticipation was killing me as I stewed in the scents of arousal that had slowly filled the room. As I listened to Lisa prepare. I could feel my nipples were hard, and I wanted to touch them, to press against them, to slide my fingers against my crotch, to slip them in one by one and rub against my special place. But the shackles kept my hands behind my back, only letting me present my naked form to Lisa and anyone else that might be there, though I don’t remember seeing anyone. Even so, all it would take would be someone to just barging in and they’d see everything. My now rather buxom bosom, my rubbing thighs, my slightly parted lips; I’d be on full display, and there was nothing I could do about it.


I shivered a bit at the thought, though rather than from fear… it was from excitement. My body burned at the notion, at the idea of people watching me, looking at me. I could see them, observing me, looking me over like an exotic pet, judging my worth. A thought of being bound to a pole entered my mind, a dark figure hefting my bosom, feeling my ass, their vulpine grin showing how pleased they were with the girl they were inspecting. Was this what all succubae felt, or was this just unique to me? Did other succubae want to be seen like this, to have people lust after them, did they want to be exposed, to be perved on? Inspected and objectified? It would explain the rather scantily clad clothes they enjoyed wearing, the micro shorts that hid almost nothing, the nearly see through tops that did nothing to hide their erect nipples. The chokers, the fishnet stockings, the shackle-like bangles. Did it excite them to be preyed upon? Did they want to have creatures stalk them? To be pounced upon and molested by strangers, to be drawn into alleyways and screwed against a wall?


I shudder again, imagining that, imagining Lisa waiting in an alleyway as I walk by, dildo at the ready or something else. With a cast, tentacles would burst from the alleyway or whatever else, wrapping around my limbs and one cock-like tendril sliding into my mouth. I’d try to cry out but it’d be too late as Lisa drew me in. The tentacles molesting me the whole way there as-


“My, what a naughty little succubus I have,” Lisa suddenly speaks up and my fantasy disappears, my attention shifted fully to Lisa as I heard her step across the soft carpet. She got closer, and closer, and as she did that thick cloying sweet musk grew ever more concentrated. I could smell something of a mixture of Lisa, the sweet scent of freshly revitalised male cum, and also the not unpleasant scent of new rubber. 


“So, what were you thinking about?” Lisa asked as she got close enough that the scent of the cum and rubber were overpowering Lisa’s, though I could still get a bit of a hint from her. I knew where the dildo was now, and experimentally I leaned out and licked a bit. My tongue rapidly touched rubber, but then Lisa pulled away. 


“Tsk, what a naughty little succubus. I’ll have to punish you for that,” she declared. Before I could speak up, to perhaps apologise, Lisa spoke again: “Nose to the floor and ass up.”


Immediately I did as she ordered, shifting to accommodate her. I felt the air move as she walked about me, her hand gripping my ass. She squeezed on it with one, then both hands as she took hold of my rear, groping it, squeezing it and spreading it out. A finger slid across my slit and over my rear. Both of them clenched, feeling empty, practically begging to be filled with cock. 


Funny since I’d never even touched my ass like that before. Succubae instinct, or was I just that much of a slut?


“Gods, you really filled out didn’t you pet?” she asked, her finger sliding once more across my slit as she called me her “pet” sending a shiver through me. My legs pressed together, squeezing my lower lips together more, giving me only the barest amount of delight. I could feel my self shaking, practically vibrating as she touched me, as she teased me. Unbidden a desperate whine slipped from my lips, earning me a giggle in response. 


“Aw, are you horny?” she asked. I nod, but that wasn’t good enough.


“I asked if you were horny.” Lisa said once more, and this time I spoke up:


“Ye-yes,” I say, barely able to get the words out, needing to bite my lip to keep from panting. By Aphrodite I was horny. Yet still Lisa tsk’ed at me.


I barely got a warning, only the sudden sound of something passing fast through the air before suddenly I received a sharp smack on my ass. I yelped, jumping a bit before a shudder spread through me. Lisa’s hand stayed there, gripping into my ass while my butt stung a bit and my lips quivered. I bit my lip, my lower lips twitching, my clit already hard started to poke out from its hood. I could feel the concealing skin being pushed aside. The sensations mixed, the feeling making my chest flutter, my hips shake. 


“Yes?” she asked, playing into the obvious cliché I’d set up to perfection, giving me only a slight hint of the fun to come.


“Yes mistress,” I say as I rub my thighs together while Lisa continued to stroke at my rear, her hand rubbing in circles on my rear. 


“Now, for being a naughty slut, I’m going to give you eleven spanks, and you’re going to count them for me, am I clear?” she asked and I nodded before speaking up again:


“Yes mistress,” I say, obedient to a T, wiggling my butt a bit, giving her a nice juicy target. For a moment, nothing happened as my anticipation grew; as I shivered some more, cringing while I waited until-


*Smack* “One!” I cried out, shivering a bit as pain rippled through my plush rump on the un-spanked cheek. The smack sending sparks of sensation across my skin while my core churned, feeling funny as Lisa delivered my “punishment” before massaging at it, squeezing my ass and caressing a thigh. It felt so wrong and yet soooo right as the pain and slight pleasing sensations slowly built up my arousal.


*Smack* “Two!” I cried out again, the spank once more landing upon my already stinging cheek, the second assault on it ever so slightly more intense than the last, the pain lasting slightly longer. However, more importantly, my arousal grew in time with it as I shivered some more, especially as Lisa’s hand gripped and groped at my tush. 


Slowly, the blows continued to fall, each one was just as hard as the last even though I knew it must be hurting Lisa’s hand. The intensity of the punishment continued to mount with each blow even as my arousal ascended with it. At four, I had to hold back a groan as Lisa’s fingers drifted too close, and for a brief moment her fingers caressed my slit, leaving me shaking. Five had her giggling while I shook. Six I couldn’t hold it and let out a gasping cry after the number.


*Smack* “Seven!” I cried out, my ass shifting to the side, almost trying to flee from her unconsciously even though there was no escape, yet at the same time my legs rubbed together while Lisa giggled. She even pulled her groping hand away a moment, before I suddenly there was a caress, and I squeaked before biting on my lip. Her finger had slid up my slit, my incredibly wet slit as I let out a shuddering breath. I heard the sound of Lisa’s mouth opening, and then there was an obscene lick from behind me. 


“Gods, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it,” Lisa declared while I stayed silent, not trusting myself to talk. I’d beg her to fuck me, for us to lick at each other, to eat her out and taste her juices. Their sweet taste, I wanted it, I wanted her to much.


The spanking despite this continued. Lisa’s hand was firm and unwavering, continuing to assault my rear as she kept me counting each stroke. In spite of myself I kept trying to avoid, whimpering in need and fear after each blow, my ass doing it’s best to flee her hand until around the tenth stroke. By then I’d fallen, trying to grind against the air, making small mewling sounds with every breath, my need ever growing while my fingers spasmed and went wild trying to reach for my sensitive peach past the my red hot cheeks. 


*Smack* “E-Eleven!” I cried out, shivering, my core on fire, Lisa’s teases in between the real torture of the whole thing as I felt ready to burst. I desired her, needed her, needed her touch, her caress. I almost wanted her to keep going, maybe even to go faster, and harder. I wanted her to hit me hard, to swing her flat hand against my cunt and punish my naughty, slutty hole. I needed her so badly. 


“Mmm, good girl, you’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” she asked as I whined, humping and grinding my hips at the air, rubbing my thighs like mad that I’m almost surprised they haven’t started to chafe yet. 


“Please mistress, I- I can’t stand it any more. Please mistress, fuck me,” I begged, a desperate need in my voice sounding like some desperate slave. It sounded like someone possessed by a demonic spirit of lust. 


Or was one.


“Fine, and then after I’ll wrap my thighs around your head and you’ll eat me out before we go to bed, do I make myself clear slave?” she asked and I shivered, imagining her sweet taste on my tongue. The feeling of being filled by her strap on~


“Yes mistress,” I say dreamily, beaming even though she can’t see my face. 


“Good girl,” she said before once more gripping my ass. Her fingers dug into that tender red flesh. A slight pain as she readjusted herself, and then I let out a tiny gasp as I felt far thicker than a finger sliding across my slit. I froze, only a little tremble remaining as I waited with bated breath, barely able to keep from pressing back against her cock.


“Mmmh, feel that?” Lisa asked as she’d leaned down. I feel her breasts press against my back, her belly against my hands, and I can’t do anything about it. Her hands grip at my shoulders as I feel her head slid up against mine. I feel her warm breath against my ears and I shiver a bit, a slight delight filling my spine and making my head a bit fuzzy as I felt a twitch in my loins.


Seems they were far more sensitive than before.


“That’s the cock I’m going to take you with,” as she said that she slid the dildo past my slit, and I groaned as it dragged across my clit, my hips shaking, spasming even as the rough cock slit across, an intense, almost painful sensation filling me, making me spasm a bit even.


“Please mistress, put it in,” I whined some more, before letting out a strangled shriek of surprise as her hands left my shoulder and gripped my horns. Spine curling tingles filled me as she touched them, gripped them. Just holding onto them made me want to arch my back and I pressed back automatically, pressing my ass flush to her hips, the cock dragging further against my clit and slit until I could go back no further. 


“Mmmh, you like that?” Lisa asked as I panted for long moments before answering.


“Yes mistress, your pet likes this very much,” I say as she giggled some more.


“Then how about when I do this?” she asked and suddenly bit my ear. I let out a squeal as an intense sensation spread through my ear. It wasn’t quite pain but it was close, just like the cock dragging against my clit. It was intense, made my body react in odd ways, yet at the same time it was but another source of delight, of pleasure adding fuel to the bonfire of lust at my core, driving me further into Lisa’s grip. At this moment I’d do anything for her, anything at all to get off, to have her fuck me and let me eat her out. My arousal and lust driving me further and further into submission at that moment that I could only think of serving her, of receiving pleasure from her.


“Yes mistress, pet loves it, pet loves it!” I cried out, my arousal clouding my mind as I cried out, as I tried to answer as best I could while that heavy fog obscured everything. Lust had flooded my mind and was dragging me down a path that if I served anyone else, might have dragged me to the depths of hell. I needed her; I needed to be fucked by her, to serve her. I wanted to serve her, to be her slave. It was as if being her sex slave was the most wonderful thing in the world to me. 


“OOooooh~!” I then let out a wanton cry as Lisa shifted, as she pulled back, the cock sliding across my clit before she drove herself in. I froze, paralysed yet spasming all at the same time. My pussy clamped down on her cock, my thighs squeezing together and then freezing as I felt my hole pulsate and squeeze on her cock. Pleasure exploded from my hole, cascading around my body, filling my core and turning that bonfire into an inferno of delight. It was like my body was enchanted by the most delightful pleasure I’d only experienced once before when Lisa fucked me. I felt my eyes roll back behind the blindfold, my bound hands dug furrows into my skin, my nails nearly piercing my hide as Lisa gripped my horns and licked at my ears. I could feel my toes curling, my tail trying it’s best to whip from side to side, swinging here and there from the sensation. 


The whole moment lasted only a second as Lisa hilted her cock into me before she moved. I squealed as she pulled back, feeling the intense delight as her cock dragged across my inner walls, as my nerves fired off one by one while my pussy clenched and squeezed around her thing. I could already feel I was trying to milk it as my walls pulsed around it while my hips tried to follow Lisa’s movements on their own. Instinctually I stuck my tongue out, moaning while my hips moved, as my back arched further inward while my legs moved to slowly begin fucking myself on Lisa’s dick. None of it was forced and it felt natural to move like this, to make myself ever more presentable, fuckable for Lisa, for my mistress to fuck me even as I squeezed, even as I felt the flood gates slowly begin to open as my wanton cries turned shorter and shorter, as my body shook and spasmed from the overwhelming sensation spreading through me. 


“M-mistress! I, ah, I’m cumming~!” I cried out as I was on the edge, as I cringed and tried to hold back, yet knew it was a losing battle. If mistress didn’t tell me to cum, I wouldn’t be able to hold it in; I’d cum and be a bad girl!


“Then cum for me slut! Cum for your mistress,” and like that the flood gates flew open like a dragon had burst though. I let out a feral squeal of delight as when mistress hilted herself into my cunt, I squeezed down hard, my cunt milking her cock for all it’s worth as my mind went blank. Everything around me lost focus, as my senses drew ever inwards until all I knew was mistress and the pleasure arching through my body like electricity that grew ever more intense by the second as my cunt dripped my feminine fluids. 


Then I felt something flooding my cunt, flooding my womb as I moaned, as a renewed sensation of lust and love filled me. My senses rapidly returned while my body grew ever more hot and bothered. It was like I’d downed a whole pack of energy drinks and aphrodisiacs all in one go. I felt on fire and my blood sang with energy. My hips moved faster and faster, slamming my fat ass into Lisa’s hips, the cock filling me over and over as I needed it more and more. Cock, cock, cock. I needed mistress’ cock!


Yet mistress pulled back. I whined and tried to move, but her body was still over mine. I bucked and tried to pull back so I could get fucked by her, so I could ride her until I’d had my fill, yet she held me still until finally she ordered:


“Be still pet,” and my desire to obey had me freeze even as my body hummed. My obedience near absolute. I was her pet, her slave. I was hers to do with as she willed. Behind me I heard Lisa fall back and I wanted to help her, but I was but a slave, her pet, ordered into stillness. I heard more shifting, fabric against skin and the sound of something thick and heavy falling to the floor. The dildo?


I waited long moments, my blood singing to move, my arousal wished for me to beg, to present myself for Lisa to take once more while at the same time my tongue had lolled out. I remembered what mistress had said I’d do, and it was almost like I was starving despite just having a meal of cum. My mouth was wet, practically dripping with drool as I waited mistress’ order, as I waited like a good girl for mistress’ order. Then I felt mistress grab my leash and slowly draw it slightly taunt.


“Such a good girl. Come to my bed and then eat me out until I cum,” she ordered and I followed happily, helped up by mistress and walking to the bed with her guidance before she pulled me along onto it. Mistress had pulled away the covers and as she settled down, she guided my head with both hands on my horns between her thighs. I could feel their delightful softness against my cheeks. I could smell her delightful musk, that sweet cloying scent. I shuddered, barely able to keep myself from pressing against her grip and sliding my tongue against her plump peach right then and there.


“Such a good girl, now eat,” she ordered and pulled my face into her waiting cunt. I moaned while licking at her wet arousal. My tongue darted in and as before it was like tasting a slice of heaven. I moaned as I licked, shivering in her grip as I licked, as she pressed my face into her slit. The soft flesh all around me, all I could do was lick, sliding my tongue deeper into Lisa, sliding up and down the girl’s walls, slowly spelling letters as I went. Lisa similarly moaned, squeaking somewhat at each of my licks. 


Slowly as I ate her out, as I tasted that exquisite arousal from her, I navigated to find the place she enjoyed best, sliding up and down her walls. Instinctually I took note of where she squeezed my head between her thighs most, where when I licked she squealed, squirming as I continued to lick, as I drank in her musk and lust. Like a surveyor, I began to map out the lands of mistress’ canal, exploring every nook, cranny, driving my tongue in deep, moaning to vibrate that thick prehensile appendage to drive more delight into mistress. Lisa squirmed as I did so, grinding her hips into my face, sliding her lower lips all over my face, coving it in her dew as I continued to eat her out for all I was worth much to her delight. 


Already aroused by our fun, Lisa was already starting to get close. I could tell somehow. It was in how her cunt twitched barely noticeably, how she moved, how her breath hitched. I was doing something right, and only the Gods could stop me now as we moaned in delight, Lisa’s arousal filling me, making my own hips squirm and hump against her bed as my lusts rose in spite of cumming so soon before. 


“F-fuck!” Lisa squeaked as her grip tightened, as she pulled me into her cunt as hard as she could. Her cunt closed on my tongue, squeezing it tight as her hips shook, as a deluge of her salacious fluids flowed, as I lapped it up, licking up her walls, drinking it in as my breath grew ever more ragged, as my cunt moistened and practically dripped while I moaned. My hips attempted to grind at the air, my tail sliding back, rubbing up and down, grinding into my cunt as I rode Lisa’s orgasm, as the two of us squealed and moaned while our arousal took over. 


As when the faux cum flooded my cunt, energy filled me as I ate her out, as she came and filled my mouth with her love. Were I not cuffed I’d have grabbed her thighs and attempted to press myself further, my tail doing all the work to tease my naughty cunt. For long moments I licked and sucked and drank from her, her spasming only spurring me on to tongue fuck her more, to drive ever more pleasure into my mistress and make her cum as much as possible. 


Only when she began to push away did I stop and even then I lashed the outsides of her lips, licking what was left of her arousal and making her twitch one last time as Lisa groaned. 


With me no longer licking her, I hear Lisa let out an explosive sigh, mirth slipping in with delighted giggles bringing up the rear before I felt shifting on the bed. I didn’t move beyond humping my tail, rubbing it against my lower lips and clit, careful to avoid the tip. I felt Lisa’s fingers on me now, those digits slipping beneath the blindfold and pulling it off.


Despite her dishevelled look, she was still beautiful. A blushing half elf girl who gazed down at me. I can’t help but smile, her own grin infectious as she leaned down and kissed me.


“Okay, you can unlock those shackles now,” she said and in but a second the chains faded to nothing, the transformation ending as they were sucked in before I had them unlock. Not going to sleep with magical items after all… even if I still felt a buzz burning deep in my blood. Once off, Lisa leaned down again, kissing me once more, electricity dancing across our lips while we did before she pulled away again and lay on the bed. Sliding up from where I was, I slid in beside her, the two of us looking at each other, breast to breast, before Lisa wrapped her arms around me, and slid closer. As she did, she buried her face in my breasts, squeezing onto me tight as I mirrored her as best I could, our legs intertwining there as we hugged and I rested my head atop hers. 


“That was amazing,” Lisa muttered from below while we cuddled. Despite my arousal, I tried to keep from humping; knowing Lisa needed her rest while I myself couldn’t be more awake. Even so, I stayed there as we cuddled, as I enjoyed embracing Lisa, and being embraced myself. 


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Taylor munched on one of the granola bars the girls had left her the day previously. It tasted good as Taylor slowly chewed the grains, oats, and chocolate, savouring the taste of the chocolate. Taylor thought that she could remember something… something about this being… better than what she had previously. But Taylor couldn’t really remember. Everything was so… slow…

As Taylor munched, the end of the granola bar fell from her mouth as she ate, and it bounced off her painfully full breasts. Bump… jiggle. Taylor looked down at her boobs, admiring their size, and how they were barely held there by a cow print bra. Taylor smiled as she brought her hands up to her breasts, pushing them up a bit, and rubbing her tits and leaking some milk. It felt good, and she loved playing with them, but she stopped herself just short of milking herself. It felt good for sure, but she knew what would feel better, so she waited.

She hadn’t always kept herself from milking herself… at least she thought she hadn’t always. Things were… fuzzy. But she knew one thing, while she could milk herself, and it would feel good, it would feel so much better if she waited, waited for the girls to come back, and for them to milk her. They would touch her and care for her and it would feel great. She knew them, she thought. Where she wasn't sure, but she was sure she knew them. She knew their names at least. Emma and Sophia.

She didn't like them at first, and… she had a reason why, but… she couldn’t remember... then they did something nice. They made Taylor feel good. With a smile, Taylor reached down past her buxom boobs and felt for her pussy, rubbing her hand against it, feeling how wet it was, like always. Taylor was always raring to go when it came to anything sexual. She couldn’t help herself sometimes and would play with herself as she waited for the girls to come back to take care of her. As she heard the ding of her bell, and she moaned as she drove her fingers inside of her slavering cunt, feeling a pleasurable sensation spread through her, and causing her to smile as her eyes glazed over. It felt good as she played with herself, using her other hand to keep herself steady.

Then Taylor felt the girls through her bugs. For some reason, she knew all the bugs everywhere. Taylor wasn’t sure why, she… remembered… darkness… and an awful smell, and… the feeling…

Taylor shook her head, she didn’t want to think about that stuff. That stuff wasn’t fun, and it… She didn’t like it. But why she had bugs didn’t matter, she just had them, and they told her what was going on. So while she waited around for the girls who took care of her, she did little things with the bugs, made clothes with the spiders, people watched with the other stuff, and sometimes she even got rid of bad bugs from people. Just whenever people passed by her basement. Just little things to make is so that she didn’t spend all of the day playing with herself and falling to the temptation of milking herself. It just felt so good after all, and it would feel even better if the girls did it, Taylor knew.

The reason she knew it was the girls who were coming was that she could feel them through her bugs entering into the building. No one came into the building except for them… and that one guy, she made sure to get rid of his fleas before he left. He never came down to Taylor’s basement unfortunately, it might have been fun to play with him. But the girls were here now, and Taylor knew she was about to be milked, and it was going to be great.

Excitedly, Taylor began to crawl to the door, it is faster than getting up and hefting her big tittys, though that had been getting easier lately. As she got to about halfway through the room, Taylor came to a stop, the rope that was tied around her collar beginning to grow taunt but not yet preventing her from going farther, she just knew that if she did she would be choking herself, and that didn’t feel so fun. So, she just waited patiently as the steps down the stairs became louder and louder.

There was a clunking sound as the girls began to open the door. Taylor wasn’t sure what it was, and really, didn’t much care. All that mattered was the girls that made her feel good were coming now, and her engorged titties couldn’t wait. The door opened and the two girls that took care of her, Emma and Sophia, entered, and Taylor smiled her dopey smile of hers at them as they entered.

“Creepy how she’s always there waiting for us,” Sophia says as she sets down her bag near the door.

“She probably hears us coming down the stairs. We’re not exactly quiet when we come down,” Taylor in fact couldn’t hear the girls when they came down the stairs, the door was too thick to hear anything beyond. Finally, Emma faced Taylor and a big smile broke out on her face.

“Hello, Taylor!” Emma said as she came forward to Taylor, she knelt down and started rubbing Taylor’s head as she did so. It was nice and calming, not as good as what she would likely be doing to Taylor soon, but it felt nice too. Emma turned her attention down to Taylor’s boobs now, seeing how large they were, and how full of milk they were. At this point, they had started to leak through her top, creating damp patches on the small patches of fabric that held her breasts up.

“Looks like she needs to be milked again,” Emma said as a hand came down to Taylor’s breast, and glided her hand down it, causing a small amount of the milk to squirt and make her top even wetter.

“Had I known she would take this much maintenance I wouldn’t have snatched the vial in the first place,” Taylor heard Sophia grumble but paid it no mind as she enjoyed the attention of Emma. Emma always was the one that did her milking, making her feel good like she never could.

Standing up, Emma walked over to the side of the room that Taylor could never get to because of the rope. Not that she would ever really need to do anything on that side of the room. No, Taylor was perfectly fine being on her side of the room, enjoying the granola bars the girls gave her and pleasuring herself to the thought of their return when they would make her feel so good. Emma grabbed a kind of wooden chair that Taylor would lean against as she got milked. Standing up and moving back so she wouldn’t be at the edge of her rope when she was milked, Emma brought forth the milking chair and turned it so that the back of it face Taylor. Still, with her dopey smile, Taylor began to stand up, and place her hand on the back of the chair, her chest downward as she assumed the milking position.

After all, it was milking time.

Emma began to pat her head once more, and Taylor moaned her appreciation for the girl and pushed against the hand to get more of the nice feeling from it. Then, Emma’s hand pulled away and Taylor began to feel the back of her bra be undone, and her breasts came loose, wet milk already pooling at the tips of Taylor’s nipples. Reaching under her, Emma placed the pail under her milk engorged udders on a stool. Emma herself however moved behind Taylor, and slid around her, her arms reaching around until they cupped Taylor’s huge boobs. Taylor moaned another appreciative “moo” at her, enjoying the warm sensation of Emma's own boobs against her back and how nice the embrace felt.

It almost felt familiar, the embrace part, not the cupping of her bosom part, but, the feeling passed. Taylor wondered what that had been for a second before she felt Emma begging to massage her nipples. Taylor moaned once more as Emma teased and pinched them, making sure they were nice and ready for her to start to milk Taylor. Taylor knew that she was really ready, the fire inside of her was blazing as she had been waiting for this all day.

“Mooooo~!” Taylor moaned as Emma finally began to milk her, pulling on her breasts, sending the wonderful sensations through Taylor as she was played with. Her eyes closed in rapture as she focused on how her big wonderful breasts felt, being milked, being touched and played with. Taylor loved the feeling of being milked, she loved how Emma wrapped herself around her.

The only thing better would be when the other girls here were all hot and bothered like Taylor was, it had always happened when they milked her when they saw how much she enjoyed what they were doing to her. If only they were cows like Taylor, they could all be here and then they could play with each other all the time, enjoying each other’s company as they fucked the boredom of the day away, played with their toys, and drank their milk.

Taylor smiled as she remembered the one time that the other girl, Sophia had come all on her own one day. She hadn’t been very good at milking, and she wasn’t as nice as Emma, her hands had been cold, and didn’t know how to properly milk her, until. Taylor felt a twitch in her lower lips as she remembered how Sophia had milked, her. How Sophia had eventually given up on milking her with her hands and had begun to suckle on Taylor’s nipples, like a cute little caf, or a kitten.

At first, she’d acted all domineering to her and aggressive, like a cute little kitten. She had been standing all awkward and her neck would hurt after, so Taylor had just picked her up. Sophia had been all surprised when Taylor had taken her up in her arms and carried her to the corner where she could sit down. She’d made a big racket, and it had been cute to hear her, but she calmed down really well when Taylor had brought her nipple to bear. After that, she’d suckled on her like a cute kitten, wrapped up in Taylor’s long arms and suckling on her teat. It had felt amazing, and she loved how hot and steamy things had gotten after.

She never wanted to do that whenever Emma was here, but that was fine, Emma was really good with her hands, making sure they were nice and warm when she milked her, teasing her nipples just right, and she could even drink her milk after. They left them in a fridge on Taylor’s side of the room where the rope let her get to it. Not that it really would have mattered if Taylor really wanted to get at it. Taylor in idle curiosity had looked at the rope, and she felt she knew how to untie it. There was something in the back of her mind, flashes of green, but she didn’t quite remember them. If she tried she probably could, but that would be hard and she didn’t really feel like it.

Taylor opened her eyes, and saw Sophia on the other side of the room, sitting on a stool with her hands in her pants, biting her lip as she shifted her hand back and forth around her crotch. Taylor felt her mouth open and her tongue lol out. Sophia enjoyed getting eaten out, and she really looked like she wanted to play with Taylor, and Taylor certainly wanted to play. It felt amazing to get milked and to be teased so much by Emma, and it always made her drip with arousal as sparks of pleasure would go through her with every tug and pull of her nipples, squirting out milk into the bucket.

Taylor also knew that Emma enjoyed milking her as well. The girl had been all over her, playing with her breasts, touching her, and making her feel good. She even sometimes suckled from them, but mostly, she enjoyed wrapping herself around Taylor, controlling their time together. Taylor was fine with that. Especially when afterwards, Emma would be so worked up she would pull out the toys. Taylor loved the toys that she would use on her. Especially when she put on her special cock, the one that Emma used to “mate” her with.

Or maybe she said it was her mate… not that it mattered. The girl had been getting good at “breeding” her, that was for sure.

Taylor felt her hips begin to move and grind against Emma, and her breath was starting to turn ragged as she was nearing the end of her milking. Her breasts felt a lot less full and heavy, and she knew that she was making a wet spot in her cow print panties as the fire in her grew. Emma’s breath was coming out in puffs as well, she was really aroused, probably watching the show that Sophia was putting on for them, sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy while she watched Taylor getting milked.

Finally, Emma gave her breasts one last pull, one last squeeze of her fingers on her nipples, drawing out a last squirt of milk. Taylor moaned as she got one last flash of pleasure before Emma began to unwrap herself from Taylor’s panting and nearly naked form. Her legs coming together to rub against each other, giving just a little stimulation to herself as she waited for the two other girls to get ready.

“Finally done?” Sophia asked as she straightened up on her stool, having leaned back against the wall. She had been slowly sliding down her stool as she had been playing with herself.

“I think that’s all I can get out of her for now,” Emma replied, as she moved away from Taylor, slowly shedding her clothes. Taylor herself stepped away from the chair that she was leaning against and returned to just sitting and watching the girls, admiring Emma, her large breasts, her wide hips, her full lips. She would have made a great cow. Taylor reached down and started to play with herself as she watched Emma undress, meanwhile, she also saw Sophia begin to dig into the bag she set down and pull from it a strap on.

“You know, I think we might get more milk if we fuck her,” Sophia said, bringing over the strap on to Emma. Taylor saw how Sophia’s eyes were looking Emma up and down, and how Emma slowly stripped her clothes off, teasingly, for Sophia to see. The two were close, and had only become closer the longer they cared for Taylor. Taylor wondered how it happened… but… all she got was fuzziness.

Not that it mattered. The girls who took care of her were going to be fucking her soon.

“Really? Why’s that?” Emma asked, her hands over her jacket, sliding it off of her and puffing out her chest, showing off the size of her nice breasts.

“You know those milking machines in Bount’s base? They had dildos on them fucking the girls she had while they milked them. Might have been more than just that they were a pervert,” Emma hummed at that as she continued to tease both of them with her stripping.

Finally, Emma dropped her final piece of clothing that wasn’t some sexy attire, like what Taylor had had on, she finally took a hold of the offered strap on and began to put it on. The strap on was a massive thing. Long as her forearm and just as thick. The head was like a battering ram. Taylor for some reason didn’t think it belonged on a bull, but rather on a horse.

This was what Emma used to mate with her, and what made it feel so amazing when she used it on her. Taylor felt her pussy clench as she looked up at Emma, standing tall with her big horse cock. That was going to be going inside of her soon enough. Taylor began to rub herself more, diving her fingers deeper as she gazed upon Emma. God, she wanted it bad. It had been a whole day since Emma had mated with her since she’d been fucked. It had felt like forever.

Sophia sometimes had a strap on herself, though this time she didn’t seem to have one. Sometimes she did, but only when she didn’t have her weird clothes with her. Taylor never saw Sophia wear those clothes, a mask, some kind of vest thing with slots for steel plates she carried around, and a bunch of other stuff. Taylor felt that it was familiar, but she wasn’t sure why.

Taylor was distracted however when Sophia began to shed her clothes. Unlike Emma, she did so quickly, not really patient enough to put on a show for them. Though Taylor thought she should, it would show off her nice athletic body more. Plus it would get Emma to find her sexier, and she could then make Sophia feel good with her horse cock. Taylor could imagine it, Sophia suckling on her nice big boobies while Emma fucked her pussy, causing her to go cross-eyed and moan into her breasts as she drank from them.

Taylor’s thought process was interrupted however as Emma began to move towards her. Her horse cock swayed as she came closer. Taylor was giddy with excitement. Emma grabbed a hold of the rope connected to Taylor’s collar and gently began guiding her to the bed in the corner of the room. It wasn’t very big, but that wasn’t much of a problem. Taylor would barely be on it, and Emma wouldn’t be at all. Sophia on the other hand hopped on and spread her legs, her pussy moist with her arousal, just like Emma and Taylor’s were.

Taylor as soon as she got close got on her knees and got closer. Her big boobs would make it awkward to eat Sophia out, so Sophia was basically laying on her back with her head and upper back cropped up by the wall while her snatch was just a little bit from the edge of the bed. Unable to wait, Taylor reached out and grabbed a hold of Sophia’s firm rear, and pushed her face forward, immediately diving into Sophia’s box.

“Mmmmm,” Sophia groaned as she breathed in. Her hand went for Taylor’s head and gently grabbed it. She didn’t need to do anything as Taylor had gotten very good at eating Sophia out, driving her tongue in and out of the black girl, driving it up against her walls and only sometimes touching her G-spot. Taylor knew exactly where it was and had even gotten the girl to cum in seconds when she didn’t have much time. But Taylor wanted this to last longer since when she ate Sophia out, the black girl usually left right after.

“She’s good at that isn’t she?” Emma asked, a hand coming down and rubbing at Taylor’s wet snatch, causing a small spark of pleasure. Taylor arched her back and moved her hips back a little to catch more of Emma’s fingers, but they stayed right on her pussy, rubbing at her and feeling how wet she was.

“Fuck she’s good,” Sophia grunted, breathing hard already as Taylor began to tease her G-spot again, causing a small spasm, signalling that she should back off. Though she didn’t stop teasing the poor girl, instead, sliding up and down her vaginal walls, and even doing a few letters just to keep Sophia on edge.

“I guess I should reward the cow,” Emma said absently, and then Taylor felt it, right at the entrance to her hole, she felt Emma’s cock. Taylor felt her breathing grow ragged in anticipation of Emma’s long and thick horsecock. Her pussy twitched, and she resisted the urge to drive herself back onto it. That would get her a spanking, and she wouldn’t be mated by Emma that day.

There was no fanfare, no preparation, just one moment Emma was letting her cock sit at the entrance of Taylor’s snatch, the next, she was pushing it. Taylor moaned into Sophia’s cunt, sending vibrations through the girl and causing her to moan as well. Though Taylor didn’t stop for long. Instead, she began to lick faster, her tongue frenzy being driven by the increasing lust and the wave of pleasure that emanated from just being penetrated by Emma’s wonderful horse cock. Even as it just sat in her, it felt amazing, like it had filled a void in her that she didn’t even know she had. Divine.

Then Emma started moving, and Taylor did nothing to hold back her moans, as the pleasure rippled through her. The pleasure drove Taylor to use her tongue faster on Sophia as she continued to moan and vibrate Sophia’s box with her tongue. Taylor shifted her hips and pushed back as much as she could without separating herself from Sophia. Feeling the dildo dive deeper with every thrust, always hitting her g-spot with every thrust because of the thick head that was pounding Taylor into Sophia’s pussy.

Taylor could already feel herself getting close as the horse cock pounded her, driving her lust addled brain insane with overstimulation. She was nearly there, and Sophia sounded like she was nearly about to cum as well. Her breath was coming in and out faster than before, almost sounding like she was hyperventilating. Taylor could imagine her cute face looking all distraught as she got close to cumming. Taylor redoubled her efforts, making sure to moan loudly with every thrust, not that she tried to suppress it before.

Sophia made another cute sound and suddenly Taylor could feel her twitching with her tongue. Sophia reached forward and grabbed her head, gripping on her hair and her legs moved together to trap her head in place. Sophia curled towards Taylor’s head as she spasmed around Taylor’s tongue, while at the same time, Taylor moaned as she started to feel herself cross the precipice, and drove her hips back as best as she could with Sophia holding on to her head, riding her way through the blast of nirvana that was blowing through her. Emma just kept going, however, sending more and more waves of pleasure through Taylor, causing her to scream even louder into Sophia’s pussy, sending vibrations through it and causing a stream of girl cum to spray out of Sophia, filling Taylor’s mouth with Sophia’s arousal.

After a moment, Sophia pushed Taylor away and pulled herself back from Taylor’s tongue. Taylor herself had gone cross-eyed from the pleasure racking her form, running on autopilot as she began to earnestly drive herself back against Emma’s divine horse cock, spasming as her form was rocked by another climax of bliss.

“Moo!” Taylor cried, her eyes glazed over as Emma drove her into the bed, her teats dragging across the rug floor, stimulating them as they did so. Taylor’s tongue darted out, seeking Sophia’s pussy some more as she made licking motions, wanting to lick more, but Sophia was out of range of Taylor. What little part of Taylor’s mind was still operating through the pleasure thought that it would have been nice to continue to hear Sophia’s cute and erotic moans...

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“Ugh...” Taylor groaned as she woke, turning to…

Taylor’s eyes shot open as she looked down at her chest. There… there were boobs… her boobs. Confused, Taylor thought back, then realised something.

None of that had been a dream.

It had all felt dreamlike and fuzzy. Like she was just on cloud nine the whole time, uncaring about anything that was going on, uncaring about…

Taylor reached up and gripped the rope that was tied to her… to her collar. Taylor reached back and touched to the knots that were there, and realised it was a fairly simple knot, she’d undone a few of them at the summer camp nearly two years ago. The knot was quickly undone and Taylor felt around with her bugs.

She was certainly not at home, in fact, she wasn’t exactly sure where she was, though, judging by all the industrial buildings and warehouses, she must be near or at the docs, thought… it could be the train yards.

Taylor pushed the covers off of herself and shook her head. She was still… fuzzy feeling… but she… she wasn’t as bad as she was the last… oh, how long had she been screwed up like that. How long had those bitches been keeping her here?

Despite not being able to see with her eyes, Taylor used her bugs to guide her to the door of the room, finding it surprisingly easy to get up from the bed despite the massive damn udders on her chest. What the hell did they do? Taylor tried to remember, but it was all fuzzy… Had the Trio done this to her, turn her into a god damn sex slave with… tinker tech or something?

That… that honestly seemed too far even for them, but she could remember it, she could remember having sex with them, and she had the boobs she had in the dream and she was in the same place. Was she mastered? Were one of the Trio, well, Emma and Sophia really, Madison wasn’t a part of this, but was one of those two capes?

Taylor used her bugs to open the various locks that were on the door. There was also the outfit that her dream self had created while bored for days on end. Taylor had her bugs bring it to her while she walked up the stairs.

No… that didn’t make sense… the two of them couldn’t be masters because…

Taylor’s eyes widened as she held her spider silk bodysuit.

Because Sophia’s fucking Shadow Stalker!

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There we go! My contribution to the Year of the Ox is complete with my very first Hucow Taylor snippet that got way too large.
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 Taylor entered into the loft of the Undersiders, head down and hands in his pockets. He couldn’t hear the television so Alec was out somewhere. Taylor didn’t let his mind wander to thinking about what Alec might be doing out and about in the city. He knew where those thoughts likely led and kept his thoughts in the present, thinking about his bugs, and where they were going and what information it gave him. No he was focusing on the present and not… Taylor felt a twitch deep inside him as he shook his head to get the improper thoughts out of his head, and more definitely tried to ignore how instead of his dick, his arousal was focused, elsewhere.
 
 As Taylor entered into the living room of the loft, he saw a sight that made him pause for a moment in the doorway. There was Liam, or rather Lisa, suspended in some kind of contraption nearly upside down, limbs locked to the metal frame that was holding the sex swing up, big earphones on his bondagehooded head, a ball gag in, a blindfold, his ass in the air with his legs held over his head, and a cute pink cage on his straining cocklet. Rachel was there in front of Lisa, pouring some kind of heavy duty lube onto an absolutely massive butt plug. Taylor nearly felt his jaw drop at how big the thing was. It was bigger than a pop can, and probably double as thick. Taylor noticed that his breath had hitched as he saw the plug, and felt a wave of arousal flow through him. He clenched his fists and wanted to look away, keep his eyes away from the plug and what was happening, but he couldn’t look away, and he was feeling more arousal around his hole than he was feeling in his slowly hardening dick.
 
 Rachel was in her regular clothes except for her assless chaps and a large strap on. Taylor didn’t know the story behind the assless chaps but something told him that Alec might have bought them for her since she wore them all the time when at the loft, only opting for ordinary pants for when she was going out, which to be fair was all the time because she had to look after her dogs.
 
 There was little fanfare or foreplay as Rachel finished lubing up the massive butt plug and put it on Lisa’s hole, pushing down on it with both hands as Lisa groaned in pleasure as it was slowly but surely inserted into his slutty sissy hole. Taylor couldn’t help himself as he continued to become aroused by the sight of what Rachel was doing to Lisa. A bug nearby Lisa’s headphones could just barely make out some of the things being played through the large ear covering headphones.
 
 “Good slut, good sissy slut, good slut, good sissy slut”
 
 Taylor couldn’t help but let his mind wander, wander back to when he was in Lisa’s position, when he was a dirty little sissy slut, being trained by Mistress Madison, listening and watching hypno, having his little cocklet locked up while Mistress toyed with him, either unlocking and teasing him, or playing with his ass. Taylor felt his ass clench at that, and he felt empty down there, but… but he had left that behind. He didn’t want that… no matter how arousing, and how much, whenever he wasn’t paying attention, would suddenly crave that, to be back in Mistresses arms, to feel her play with him, to use him and fuck him. To make him into a perfect little sissy boi.
 
 N-no… he didn’t want that. That was too much, especially after… after the last time. Even so, Taylor felt his hole clench as he watched the butt plug go in deeper and deeper. A part of him wanted that, wanted to be able to take plugs that big, to be a size queen, despite how it might screw up his hole later in life… and despite the fact that he wasn’t a sissy slut at all, no, he, he wasn’t a slutty sissy, he was a guy.
 
 Rachel finally managed to push the big butt plug all the way into Lisa’s ass and he let out a loud moan while his legs tried to pull themselves down from their restaurants near Lisa’s head. Lisa’s back hole twitched and Taylor felt that he did the same. He, he was just turned on by how Lisa was looking all sexy and stuff, and how his cocklet strained, not by how he imagined himself there… Taylor shook his head to keep the thoughts out of his head, but still, he couldn’t look away.
 
 Her work complete, Rachel turned away from Lisa who’s moaning was slowing down and saw him, saw how he was looking at them, and how his hard cock was showing despite wearing jeans. Rather than say anything, Racheal just grabbed the straps of her strap on, and pulled it down, revealing her wet pussy. Taylor decided to focus on that, her pussy, nothing else, not at how hot the situation Lisa was in looked, not how he felt a longing for something to be in his ass, not the longing to be locked up in a cute cage of chastity like Lisa was and how he had been more than four months ago, no he focused on how nice Rachel’s pussy looked, how it was sexy and her breasts were to.
 
 Numbly, Taylor reached for his belt and started undoing it. That was the thing with Rachel, other than you had to fight her for dominance, something only Brian and himself have managed to do, Rachel was always down for sex. It wasn’t like she was a nymphomaniac, no Taylor knew one and this was different. Racheal just didn’t see the problem with casual sex and enjoyed doing it and doing it a lot, so she was always down to fuck.
 
 For Rachel, this was just Tuesday. Taylor rubbed his cock as he came forward to take Rachel, to fuck her and make them both feel good, because to Rachel he was the alpha here. He had beaten her, and so Rachel was his by right of conquest, or at least, the right to fuck her that is. Lisa obviously hadn’t, and Alec was either too lazy or liked taking it up the ass too much to even try.
 
 Rachel laid down on the couch, spreading her legs for him and letting him get full access to her pussy. Taylor licked his lips and wordlessly got onto the couch, his hands moving to her shirt hem and raising it so that he could see her breasts. They were a good average size, and fit in Taylor’s hands well. She started kneading them a bit as Rachel grabbed a condom from the table. They were a bit too large for Taylor, having been bought with Brian in mind but he was still able to fit in them.
 
 Even so, he rolled the large sized condom onto his hard dick, feeling it put pressure on his dick before he moved forwards and started pushing into Rachel’s snatch. It was warm and wet, it made Taylor’s dick feel good as he thrust into her. Like a jackhammer he thrust quickly with his average sized dick into Rachel as she lay back and enjoyed his ministrations.
 
 However, even as he thrust into her, a traitorous desire went through Taylor’s head. A thought that kept him from enjoying this more as he fucked Rachel, wetting his dick and proving that he was a man.
 
 Being fucked felt better.
 
 Taylor shook his head violently as he continued to fuck Rachel, he, it didn’t feel better. He, he was a man, and this felt good. He wanted to fuck her and feel good, he wanted to cum. He didn’t want to end up like Lisa, like those sissies in the videos he would watch with mistres… no, with Madison. He, he didn’t want to get fucked by big cocks and strap ons, he didn’t want to have massive butt plugs put into his needy back hole, he didn’t, he didn’t need to have that void he’d been feeling since he stopped seeing Madison filled while his cute caged cocklet bounced and jingled as he was made into the bitch that he knew, deep down, he was.
 
 Then Taylor felt something that made him gasp, and the erection he had twitched in Rachel, as he felt her hands on his ass, and a finger was playing with his hole, making him harder than he had ever been before, except for some times when he had been with Madison. He started fucking Rachel harder, going deeper and going faster, and Rachel continued to play with his ass. It, he, no, it, it felt good. Taylor was panting now as Rachel inserted two fingers into his ass. They were still lubed up from putting the plug in Lisa’s ass, and now they were playing with his. Rachel’s fingers found his prostate, and pushed down on it, causing Taylor to throw his head up and gasp as she smashed his bitch button.
 
 Taylor would have cum then if it hadn’t been for Rachel using her foot to kick him off of her, leaving Taylor laying on the other side of the couch as Rachel got up from it. He tried to move but Rachel pinned him to the couch and looked him, not straight in the eyes but she was looking at him with a serious expression. From her side she grabbed at her strap on, and held it up in her hand, clear for Taylor to see.
 
 “Do you want this?” Was all she asked, and Taylor was left staring at it while his traitor mind thought of all the times that Madison had fucked him, how it had turned into a reward to be fucked, how he had cried out in pleasure as she woud fuck him. Sometimes she would fuck him rough and hard, making sure he couldn’t sit down after and leaving him blissed out on the floor of her room, other times, she would be gentle, she would torture him with slow and deep thrusts of her dildo while he whimpered and cried out for more as she would make him feel amazing. Some part, some deep part wanted it and it made him so horny to even have it suggested that he would be fucked, yet he lied.
 
 “No.” Was all he said, but it must not have been convincing because Rachel narrowed her eyes and the two fingers that had just been in Taylor’s ass came back and before Taylor could stop her, she reached down and inserted her two fingers and quickly found his prostate. Taylor gasped and found himself paralised as she was once more touching and pleasuring his bitch button, making him extremely hard as he was forced to hold onto the couch to not fall over. She pulled him up a bit and he was left squating on the couch as she continued to finger fuck him. Taylor’s head had fallen back, he eyes had rolled back too and he was moaning like a bitch as his prostate was being touched.
 
 “Do you want this?” Rachel asked again, touching his hard dick with her even bigger strap on, and Taylor whimpered, ashamed of himself.
 
 “Y-yes...”
 
 “Turn around,” Taylor obeyed, he, he couldn’t hide it. He had been trying for months now, and he couldn’t. He had even lost his virginity, and it just didn’t feel as good. He couldn’t lie to himself, or Rachel any longer. Rachel got on the couch, and he could feel the strap on between his legs, touching his hard cock as she positioned him so that he was leading on the back of the couch, bent over it. He heard Rachel pop the cap on the heavy duty lube she had been using on Lisa, and felt her finger begin to fuck his hole once more. He couldn’t help it, he moaned as she inserted fingers into him and thoroughly lubed him up along with her strap on.
 
 Then he felt her strap on touch against his back hole, and his cock jumped. He tried to move a hand to it, to jerk it off, but Rachel swatted his butt when he tried, and he got the message. No touching.
 
 Rachel didn’t enter into slowly, she didn’t need to. She felt how her fingers entered in there easily. After a certain point, when he’d been fucked enough, even when he had months to recover being fucked by dicks bigger than his own, Taylor’s hole hadn’t become as tight as it had been before. Instead it gave way after only a bit of resistance. Taylor moaned in a bit of pain but mostly pleasure. He sometimes would have relapses where he would wake up in the middle of the night wide eyed and panicked as he would rush to his closet and dig out the toys that Madison had given him, lube himself up and bouncing and fuck himself in the middle of his room, barely coherent as he fucked himself over and over again for some time before he finally came to, realised what he had done, and would in shame, clean them before putting them back into his secret place in his closet, the same place he kept his bullying journal, and his sissy diary from his time with Mistress Madison.
 
 The dildo Rachel was pushing into Taylor was nice and big, about as large as the largest dildo that Madison had ever fucked him with, and it immediately took his breath away as he was being fucked, It felt good, no, it felt divine, to be fucked again. His useless cock swung between his legs but Rachel paid it no mind as she in no time was hitting him right on his prostate, targeting it directly with her dick, causing him to leak out pre into the condom as she fucked him, sending waves of pleasure through him and turning Taylor’s mind to mush.
 
 It felt good, and it didn’t stop feeling good as Rachel fucked him, in fact it started to feel even better as she fucked him. Almost like flicking a switch Taylor started to feel the pleasure in his ass intensify as he let out a loud moan that carried throughout the loft. Even so, Rachel kept going, and it stayed as intense as it was before, and Taylor never wanted her to stop. It felt too good, he wanted her to destroy his ass. He didn’t care if he wouldn’t be able to sit for a straight week, he wanted her to keep fucking his lil’ sissy ass.
 
 Quickly he started pushing back against her, causing him to get fucked even deeper in his sissy hole and harder as they smashed against each other, dildo fucking Taylor roughly and hitting him in all the right places. Taylor felt something touch his lips and without a thought he began to suck on it, trying to take it deep and gaging on it but not caring and trying again to deep throat the cock in front of him. He couldn’t see but that didn’t matter, all that mattered was getting fucked and pleasuring the warm cock infront of him, and teasing out the cum that was within. He wanted to keep being fucked, and he wanted to make whoever was using his mouth cum right into his mouth. He wanted to taste the lovely salty taste of them. He wanted this so badly.
 
 Quickly whoever was infront of him came and Taylor reached out and kept them from moving away as they came in his mouth. Feeling dirty, after they finished cumming, he pulled himself off them and opened his mouth to let however it was see that he was savouring their cum, before he swallowed it like the good sissy cumslut that he, deep down, always knew he was.
 
 Finally however, Rachel pulled back and out and Taylor was left there, bent over the couch, gulping down deep breaths of air as he tried to catch his breath. He felt a tugging on his dick and the condom came off, before he found it in front of his face, filled with cum.
 
 Taylor looked up and saw Alec’s grinning face as he held up the filled condom.
 
 “Wanna share, dork?” He asked, and Taylor could only nod as Alec’s grin widened and he poured Taylor’s sissy cum into his mouth before coming down to Taylor’s level, and kissing him, his soft lips on Taylor’s and he felt cum enter into his mouth. The two stayed like that, swapping cum and swirling tongue before they broke apart and both swallowed their own portion of Taylor’s sissy load.
 
 “Not so high and mighty now are you eh?”
 
 Why even fight it? Was all Taylor could think.
 
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 I told ya I would write it!
 
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Solving Problems
 
 Aka All Except Her rewrite but I threw out the premise after about two or three posts refuting it. Let it be known that I am easily convinced but will continue to argue because I find it fun.
 
As always, any and all feedback is highly appreciated, especially criticism, I would like to know when I’m wrong about something or how I could improve.
 
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Taylor frowned as they got back from combating the newest “threat” to the city, stepping through a portal out of the irradiated hell hole that is modern day Earth Bet Africa, and into the transport hub inside the Warden’s base with the rest of the Flock.
 
Taylor spotted some of the eyes of the other Wardens on her specifically as she walked beside the Valkyrie. She didn’t allow them to phase her though as they continued on out of the room. To think that at some point she had thought that these people might have been thankful that she nearly killed herself saving their ungrateful asses.
 
To think that they wanted to master her after she was revived. Taylor felt her bugs grow more agitated but she didn’t show it herself. Had it not been for Ciara they might have gone through with it but they relented when she nearly went Fairy Queen on them, threatening to leave the Wardens and to take her Flock with her.
 
Perhaps, Taylor considered, that might have been better if they had still tried it. It would effectively have defanged the rather incompetent Wardens and make her plans all the easier.
 
As they neared a bend in the hallway, Grue started turning to the exit, and paused when she did not follow him. He was heading to the exit to go and grab a cab to get back to New Brockton Bay, to hang with his girlfriend and the rest of the Undersiders.
 
“I’ll catch up with you later Grue, I just have to have a word with Ciara.” Grue nodded at that before going on his way. Thank God that she had managed to drag him back with her to the Undersiders. Despite the spotty memory it was still Grue in the end, otherwise he might have ended up like many of the other members of the Flock, isolated and alone, cut off from all those that could help them become themselves again, and ending up lost.
 
After a certain point, they stop being who they were before. They’ve lost the reasons for why they are who they are, and start to question. Without the memories to keep them who they were, they stop being the people they were, and end up as strange mockeries wearing the names they used to have. Lady Photon nearly ended up like that, but the Wardens finally allowed those resurrected to see their friends and family just quick enough that some managed to reconnect with their friends and family before they lost themselves.
 
Not her and Grue though. She had forced her way out of the base with Grue in tow and no one had the will to stop her, especially when she had the blessing of Valkyrie. This was all in spite of the will of most of the Wardens, but when you’re threatened with having your most powerful member leave, then there isn’t much that you can do. Though truth be told, it was a near thing from what Ciara said.
 
As they continued to walk, Ciara continued to steal glances at Taylor, yet she remained silent as they walked. Taylor was willing to allow this silence to go on. Ciara would eventually ask why she was not joining Grue on his way to joining the Undersiders.
 
“Do you wish something from me Que-... Khepri?” Khepri. Taylor didn’t care for the name. It was flattering, but the official propaganda of the Wardens was that Taylor as Khepri had nearly tried to take over the world after Golden Morning was finished with, was killed for it, and was now serving her sentence as a member of Valkyrie’s Flock. A load of rubbish but it had become popular among the lower ranks, and eventually just spread like wildfire. Now it was the party line as rather than stomp out the rumours they just let them go on and acted as if it wasn’t a problem.
 
“I noticed that you weren’t on top of your game today Ciara.” Taylor deliberately uses her name rather than her cape name. Technically she was Taylor’s superior, due to her being at the head of the Flock, and Taylor technically being a part of the Flock, even if unofficially she was part of the Undersiders. However they both knew what they actually were. Equals at the very least.
 
“I don’t, I don’t know what you’re talking about” A stutter, Ciara definitely realised that she wasn’t doing so well in their fights lately.
 
“I’ve noticed your staring...” There it was. Ciara looked like a deer caught in the headlights. With Taylor’s power, that she could exert over Ciara and anyone else in ten feet of her, Taylor could feel Ciara’s heart rate rapidly increase, but more interestingly, there was a hint of arousal.
 
“You have?” She asked, not even hiding it. In truth, it was quite flattering to Taylor, to be desired in such a way. What exactly she saw in Taylor was obviously ethereal rather than physical as there wasn’t exactly anything particularly attractive to her build.
 
“Yes, I have.” Taylor drew close to Ciara, looking down at her as they walked. Taylor through her power could feel as Ciara’s nipples were beginning to harden.
 
“Your lust is obvious, and it is affecting your combat ability.” Taylor continued. Experimentally, Taylor reached out a hand, and grabbed a handful of Ciara’s plump ass. They were nice and thick, and Taylor’s hand sank into them. Ciara, rather than try to push her away, or swat her, slowed. She gasped out in surprise, and Taylor could feel Ciara’s womanly folds grow wet with arousal. Taylor leaned down, her lips by Ciara’s ear as she whispered.
 
“I would like to fix your problem.” Ciara’s breath had increased in pace and her nipples had continued to harden, now they were hard little nubs that rubbed against the cloth of her costume. Taylor didn’t do more as they continued. Taylor watched as Ciara, after a moment of hesitation, nodded. Taylor let a smile slowly form on her large expressive lips. To any that looked at her, she looked like the cat that caught the canary.
 
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“The safe word is, Glaistig.” Was all Taylor said as they entered Ciara's room. Taylor wasn’t surprised when she saw all of the various toys that Ciara had in her room. They decorated nearly half of the various surfaces around the room, ranging from large to small, from dicks to plugs, to even various BDSM gear. Taylor had found it amusing that every time that she entered into the Warden’s HQ to assist in another threatening force, she found that the toy collection of her “warden” grew larger and larger. Ciara had never talked about it but it was becoming fairly obvious that Ciara was having a hard time dealing with her libido. Hopefully, Taylor could assist her in finally managing to scratch that itch.
 
Taylor let her bugs gather up what she would need today. Only what she would wear, as anything more would be unsanitary. Taylor in the meantime, came up behind Ciara, sliding right up against her, and ran her hands up and down her front. Ciara had removed her armour a while ago while the two had showered up. During the very short amount of time she was in the shower, she noticed Ciara sneaking looks at her while, as such, Taylor had made sure to drop the soap, and to bend over slowly, grabbing her soap, and spending longer than usual washing her legs. If Ciara wanted to take longer in the shower that was up to her. Ciara hadn’t exactly stopped, but she had started moving very slowly as she was left gazing at Taylor’s rear as it bounced in time with Taylor’s washing.
 
When Ciara emerged Taylor realised that she nearly had a full blown blush going. Taylor had immediately, as soon as no one was around, grabbed a hold of Ciara’s ass, and gripped it tightly, and pulled her close. The girl was smaller than Taylor, enough that she could easily drape herself around her and guide her around the base to her quarters without being observed by any but the security cameras, and Dragon was too busy these days trying to recapture her tinker spark with Colin to be watching at that moment.
 
One of Taylor’s hands played with one of Ciara’s perky nipples, her young appearing body sporting some nicely sized c cups. The hand which was playing with her nipples rubbed it between the pads of her fingers. Occasionally using a thumb to rub the tip of the nipple.
 
Taylor’s other hand found it’s way downward, slowly trailing a path underneath Ciara’s clothing until it reached her crotch. From there, Taylor used her fingers to tease Ciara, to spread the lips of her feminie folds, before allowing them to close, sometimes sliding a finger across Ciara’s slit but never entering. Not yet, soon, but not yet. Taylor let the towel that she was wearing from the showers fall down. Unlike Ciara, Taylor had opted to not redon her clothes, but rather walk with her towel being the only thing covering her.
 
As Taylor continued to play with Ciara, she raised her foot up one by one, allowing her bugs to move the thigh high latex boots into place along with the corset. With bugs she had them pull up the latex and to tighten and tie the corset as she pulled her hand teasing Ciara’s pussy to Ciara’s other nipple.
 
“Do you like that?” Taylor whispered to Ciara. Ciara by this point had her head tilted back slightly, her eyes gazing at nothing as Taylor teased her. Pulling at her nipples and then pinching them. Sometimes Taylor would let go of a nipple and merely circle around it, keeping it perky as she looked at the lovely sight of Ciara’s hard nubs.
 
As her bugs finished the last of the ties, Taylor let her hands shift down, and she grabbed a hold of some latex gloves. She rolled them up to put them on as her bugs started to pull down Ciara’s pants. They fell silently and Ciara did nothing as Taylor, with a single gloved hand, used that hand to tease at her pussy. First sliding a latex clad finger over her slit, before she inserted a single finger into her lovely feminine folds, exploring the wet depths of Ciara’s sex.
 
Meanwhile, Taylor decided to test something. She for a brief moment, used her human controlling powers on Ciara, and made her lift a hand up. Ciara gasped as Taylor made her move. Taylor waited for Ciara to call out Glastig, to end this before Taylor went farther, and yet, she didn’t. Ciara was both scared… and highly aroused. Taking this as encouragement, Taylor began using her powers that she had since Golden Morning, to pull her remaining sleeve up.
 
They both knew that Ciara could stop Taylor’s control at any moment. With but the summoning of a spirit she could channel Taylor control into it and that would be that. Yet, it was still a fairly intimate moment, that Ciara didn’t either summon a spirit immediately or call out the safe word.
 
With her now gloved other hand, Taylor returned to teasing Ciara’s nipple, while she added a second finger to her little sub’s pussy, clawing it, and rubbing against Ciara’s clit. Ciara gasped a little more as Taylor continued to use her fingers to play the cape’s body like a flute.
 
Ciara’s breath was starting to get ragged, her pussy practically dripped with fluid, and her nipples were as hard as stone. She had practically collapsed in Taylor’s hold, only her outstretched knee was keeping her up as she leaned back against Taylor. Taylor could see her eyes were clouded with lust as she let herself be played with by Taylor. Then Ciara did something.
 
“M- more...” She let out in a whisper, and Taylor let her smile start to show some teeth. Maybe she didn’t mean for Taylor to hear it, but she did, and now she was going to do what she had been planning to do to this girl since she realised that the girl had let her lust affect her ability in combat.
 
“Get on the bed. Grab your cuffs, and lock your hands behind your back, while I grab your stap on from your drawer.” Silently, Ciara nodded, and slowly, supported herself before walking, almost in a daze, towards the bed. Taylor wasted no time going and pulling out the strap on from Ciara’s underwear drawer. Ciara meanwhile had grabbed the fuzzy cuffs that she had left on her bedside table.
 
Taylor heard the clicks of the cuffs as she strapped on Ciara’s dildo. While she may want pleasure here, this time would be more about punishing Ciara, while also scratching that itch she was having a hard time getting at. Taylor was hoping she could do both.
 
Ciara looked at her with cute innocent eyes. Taylor wasn’t sure she had ever had sex before. She had all these toys and yet no one ever seems to approach this extremely lewd girl. Taylor crawled onto the bed on all fours towards the now handcuffed Ciara. Her blush was a deep crimson, and her breath was fast and ragged as Taylor approached her. Taylor pinned her down onto the bed with one hand, while the other held her strap on, no, her cock, and she smeared the girly fluids from Ciara’s pussy onto the thing, stroking it so that the fluid got all over her cock.
 
The strap on wasn’t the largest of Ciara’s collection. That belonged to one that was inside of Ciara’s closet still in its box. She had yet to go any bigger than the strapon Taylor had on. Taylor leaned forwards, the head of her cock touching against Ciara’s entrance. Taylor then whispered into Ciara’s ear once more in as sultry a voice as she could muster.
 
“Are you ready?” When Ciara nodded, Taylor smiled as she pushed her hips forward, slowly sliding the dildo into Ciara. Ciara’s eyes went wide and her mouth opened into a nice and round “O.” Ciara moaned as Taylor slowly pushed her cock into Ciara’s wet folds. Her eyes once more became clouded as the pleasure of the dildo overwhelmed her. While this wasn’t the first dildo she ever had in her, this was the first time it was someone else doing it to her, and that made everything all the more intense for Ciara.
 
Taylor knew it as well. The first time with someone, especially if they knew what they were doing, was special. Taylor had learned that a little over a year ago when she finally tried sex again. That time had been a magical experience. Had Taylor had such an experience back during her days in Brockton, or even during her Winslow days, Taylor was sure that she would have been much more experienced by the time she had her first time with Brian.
 
Taylor got in nice and close to Ciara, one latex gloved hand was playing with Ciara’s pert nipples, while the other held her down as she squirmed from Taylor’s slow insertion. Ciara was panting more now, finding it even sexier as Taylor continued to keep her pace nice and slow.
 
As she reached the end of the dildo, Taylor took a moment to take in Ciara again. Her shirt was all the way up her front, her perky nipples stood out as tasty little cherry nubs on her pleasant c cup breasts. Ciara looked so desperate as her tongue stuck out of her mouth and her breaths came and went fast as she panted with need. Her eyes practically begged Taylor for more. Her hair was a mess as her squirming had started to pull it from it’s braid, but not entirely. Even now, Ciara squirmed in Taylor’s grip, trying to impale herself further on Taylor’s cock.
 
If her “warden” wanted more, then Taylor would oblige. Taylor pulled back, and began to slowly thrust into Ciara’s sopping wet teenage pussy. Ciara moaned louder as she was finally being fucked for possibly the first time in her life. Taylor smiled wide as Ciara’s eyes rolled up, just because Taylor's slow thrusts were driving her mad with pleasure and a need for more.
 
Taylor leaned down, and decided to rub her smaller b cup breasts against Ciara’s. Taylor felt her own hard nipples catch on Ciara’s as their breasts rubbed against each other. Small waves of pleasure emanated from Taylor’s tits’ each time their nipples caught on each one another. Taylor noted how wet she was. She would have to rectify this before she went home to her apartment in New Brockton Bay.
 
“M-more...” Taylor heard Ciara say as she continued to thrust just as fast as she did before. She never changed speeds the entire time that she was thrusting. Ciara was shuddering and was literally begging with need. This however was supposed to be a punishment for Ciara. She needed to learn something as well.
 
“No.”
 
“N-no?” Ciara asked, her eyes went wide and her lower lip quivered.
 
“Because you didn’t need me this time.”
 
“Wha-?”
 
“I told you to only call me and Brian here if you needed me.” Taylor let her thrusts get even slower as Ciara squirmed and tried to get Taylor to thrust faster.
 
“So I’m not going to let you cum.”
 
“P-please!” Ciara sounded so needy, so desperate. Maybe… just this once.
 
“Okay, just this once, but you need to do something for me first.”
 
“Wh-what?” Ciara asked, she leaned forward as I pulled out of her. I let my bugs pull what I wanted from Ciara’s drawers. A mass of insects came from all around, and with them, they brought a series of toys. A chastity belt, and two vibrating dildos. One large, and one small.
 
“You’re going to wear this belt, with this,” Taylor held up the small vibrator, “in your ass, and this” Taylor held up the larger vibrator. “In your pussy. Then you’re going to eat me out.”
 
“Ea-eat you out?” Ciara asked, honest questioning mixing with the lustful begging to make something that just made Taylor want to do so many more awful and perverted things to her than what she was doing now.
 
“You’re going to lick my pussy until I cum my little Ciara.” Taylor said as she had her insects deposit the chastity belt on the bed. Ciara had so many toys. Ciara nodded at that. She so very much wanted to cum, and she couldn’t even use her hands right now, not with the cuffs binding her. Taylor leaned down and aligned the dildos on her hands.
 
First, she pushed the big one in, nice and slowly for Ciara. It wasn’t that large of a thing, likely having only been used once before Ciara discarded it and decided to have whoever make her more toys. Honestly, it was wasteful, but it served Taylor at the moment so she didn’t complain.
 
Ciara moaned a bit as it went into her. Taylor made sure that it went all the way in up until the tapered bottom before she finally let go. With her now free hand, she reached to the side and grabbed some lube that she had her bugs bring over. First, she put down the little vibrator and began to slather her fingers with lube, then, the poured some on Ciara’s cute butt, while her fingers started to play with her ass. Ciara whined as Taylor continue to slowly add more lube, massaging around Ciara’s back hole. At first it clenched up tight, showing that Ciara had never really done anything with her butt. That was okay. That just meant that she could enjoy this new sensation.
 
Taylor, after massaging Ciara’s cute little ass, eased a finger slowly into her back door. Ciara whined some more but none of her whining sounded pained. They were slow and sensual whines. Taylor smiled some more as she eased her finger in a bit more, to the second knuckle and wiggled her finger around a bit. Ciara was tight in there. Now, Taylor was going to be the first person to penetrate Ciara’s cute little ass. Taylor nearly giggled at the prospect.
 
To get Ciara ready even further, Taylor started pumping her finger in and out of her ass, slowly, all the while, her other hand put down the lube and started slowly fucking Ciara’s pussy with the vibrator inside of her. Taylor was careful not to activate the vibe however. That was for when the belt was on.
 
Ciara moaned as Taylor toyed with her holes, making her squirm and writhe in the bed as she was fucked so slowly by the dildo and Taylor’s finger that it was tourtoure, and yet, so hot and erotic. Ciara wanted this to go on forever, and yet she also wanted to cum.
 
Then Taylor stopped fucking her pussy and ass, and Ciara felt the small vibrator line up with her ass. It wasn’t much larger than Taylor’s finger. Even so, Ciara moaned as it was inserted.
 
With both vibrators inserted, Taylor got the chastity belt ready, and unlocked it with the key that was sitting beside it when her bugs had grabbed it. With Ciara helpless and plugged with vibes, Taylor lifted Ciara up, almost like diapering a babe, and slid the chastity belt underneath her butt. The steel band of the chastity belt wrapped around Ciara’s waist snuggly, and Taylor was easily able to finally bring the metal crotch band back up, to lock the whole thing together with a padlock.
 
Taylor once more stood on her knees and looked down at her handiwork. Here, the most powerful cape in all of Earth Gimel was her little plaything, to do as she wished with. She acquiesced to all of Taylor’s perverted little orders as she gave the now grown up, eternal fae child, her first sexual experience. Ciara looked at her with both fright, and arousal as Taylor’s grin grew wide, having her teeth exposed in a manic grin, as she pulled up a pair of remotes, and clicked the buttons on them.
 
Ciara’s eyes rolled back and her back arched as both vibes started vibrating at maximum power. Her moan was more a scream of ecstasy that Taylor was sure that if there were people in the other rooms, they could have heard. Then, with sadistic glee, Taylor turned both vibrators down to their lowest setting. Allowing Ciara to catch her breath. She wasn’t even looking at Taylor as she took deep gasping breaths in and out. Taylor, chuckled.
 
“Now Ciara, I said you couldn’t cum until you ate me out.” Taylor said light heartedly to Ciara. Instantly Ciara’s focus was on Taylor, her eyes manic. Oh dear, Taylor thought, she had been about to cum. They stared at each other, one almost mad with arousal and lust, the other amused and highly aroused by her toying with her cute little girl.
 
The more Ciara calmed down the more she was able to react. Her eyes never lost their mania but they did seem to return to sanity somewhat as they slowly comprehended what Taylor said. Slowly, Ciara, struggled her way to her knees, and moved off the bed. Taylor had sat herself down at the edge of the bed and had her legs open wide. Taylor with one hand played with her pussy, it was sopping wet at the moment as Taylor had been enjoying her time teasing and pleasuring her little fairy.
 
Ciara kneeled down in front of her, her eyes focused on Taylor’s wet glistening folds. Unconsciously, Ciara licked her lips as she watched Taylor finger herself, as she rubbed her clit and fingered her folds. Then, Taylor stopped, and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled her fingers away from her wet snatch. A trail of feminine fluid, or possibly lube, trailed along, connecting the two until it finally disconnected.
 
“Open.” Taylor commanded and her little Ciara obeyed like a good little girl should. Her tongue stuck out as she waited for Taylor’s command. Taylor smiled wider as she stuck her fingers into Ciara’s waiting mouth, pressing against her tongue and pushing a bit. Ciara gagged a little and Taylor pulled out. A fairly close to the surface gag reflex but that hardly mattered here.
 
“Come here,” Taylor beckoned to her little slut, and Ciara, as before, obeyed. She came forward on her knees, and slowly lowered her head to Taylor’s drenched sex. Experimentally, Ciara licked Taylor’s folds, and as a reward, Taylor increased the vibration on the vibes just a little bit, then as Ciara pulled back, Taylor lowered the vibration. Ciara, the smart little girl, seemed to catch on quickly as she started eating Taylor out. At first it was slow, and Taylor only increased the vibration a little bit. Then it got faster, and faster, Ciara’s tongue went in farther and deeper. She lacked any kind of technique but that hardly mattered, for she made up for it in enthusiasm. Taylor subsequently increased the vibration in tandem.
 
Taylor however never let it hit maximum. That would be a special reward for when Ciara made her cum. Taylor moaned as with every lick and tongue thrust her pleasure grew in force. Ciara with her inexpert tongue sent waves of pleasure through Taylor as his own breath started to grow ragged. Taylor found herself quickly coming closer and closer to orgasm as Ciara grew frantic with her licking. The vibes were only set to half speed but she couldn’t cum from that, not soon anyways, and she needed to increase the power. Ciara needed to cum, she was being driven mad by the vibrations, by her fellow queen.
 
Taylor felt herself getting closer to the edge, and while she could have prolonged Ciara’s suffering further, by focusing on her bugs or something else to keep her from orgasming yet, she decided to take mercy on Ciara. Taylor let herself cum. Her powerful legs slammed shut like a vice on Ciara’s head as she felt herself cum while she too let out a loud moan that likely could also be heard in other rooms.
 
Ciara continued licking, licking up her fellow Queen’s feminine cum and continued until Taylor’s legs finally released her and she fell back, gasping for breath, half mad with arousal and lust as the vibes were still only at half and she needed just a little bit more power.
 
Taylor looked down at Ciara, her needy and begging expression, and the fact that the chastity belt was actually dripping with the girl’s arousal, made her smile. She raised the remotes in her hand and Ciara’s eyes went wide. Then, Taylor pushed both of the vibes up to their maximum setting, and Ciara lost all bodily control over herself. Her back arched, her eyes rolled back, and she started shifting and moaning like a wanton whore as her world was suddenly became nirvana.
 
So intense was the pleasure that Ciara felt like she couldn’t see as she came. Ciara flopped on the floor but the vibrations just kept coming, and so Ciara kept cumming while on the floor. She twitched and spasmed as she was wracked by another orgasm so soon after the first. Ciara felt herself run out of breath as she reached a third orgasm and she gasped for breath. Ciara couldn’t think. A lustful fog had come in from the hedges at the edge of her mind, and it choked out all of her thoughts. Ciara couldn’t think. All she could do was enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of the vibes trapped in her pussy that were going to drive her crazy.
 
Then, slowly, the vibrations decreased. They lowered and Ciara didn’t continue orgasming so fast. The continued to lower and lower until finally, while they were at their lowest setting, and Ciara spasmed one last time in orgasm, they stopped.
 
Ciara lay there on her floor, unable to move as she felt a dark and wondrous presence descend upon her. Ciara could do nothing as she felt her arms being unbound from their shackles. She did nothing as she felt the steel belt being removed. All she could do was give a weak moan as she felt the vibes being removed from her extremely sensitive holes.
 
Ciara felt herself being picked up, and she curled in, hugging the person who was helping her, as they brought her to her bed, and the two lay there cuddling together as Ciara fought her way out of the fog of the hedge and back into reality.
 
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Taylor gave one last kiss on the head of the sleeping Ciara. They had cuddled for a good long time after. Ciara at first had been barely cognisant. Even so, Taylor stayed with her the entire time. It was important to be there for little Ciara. A girl’s first time was always extremely important in all aspects. From the foreplay, to the sex, to the after care. Especially when their first time was a session of bondage and intense pleasure. Taylor had gotten her bugs to fly her over a stuffed toy bear from the closet. It looked like it had been neglected by Ciara. Probably some sort of attempt at deciding to grow up. Even so, that didn’t mean that she had to throw away all her little stuffed friends.
 
Now Ciara was sound asleep, her arms wrapped around her last stuffed animal as she made cute little snoring sounds as she slept. Smiling to herself, Taylor put on her own costume before she turned and left the room behind. She still needed to get back to the Undersiders.
 
As Taylor walked however, she had a devious thought. Taylor reached into her pocket and clicked a button on a small remote, not dissimilar to the ones that Taylor had used before to turn on Ciara's own vibrators.
 
Taylor smiled as she continued to walk. She couldn't wait to talk to Lisa.
 
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Taylor wasn’t too surprised when Lisa called while she was in the cab, and was sounding out of breath.
 
“T-Taylor!” Lisa cried out at her. Her breath sounded ragged. Taylor knew what Lisa was going to ask so she answered instead.
 
“You were spreading rumours about Antares again.” A statement rather than a question. The two never had gotten along. The silence, except for Lisa’s ragged breathing was all Taylor needed to know. She thumbed the remote in her pocket, setting the dial to its highest setting and smiled as she heard Lisa’s lusty moans as she set Lisa’s vibe to its highest setting for a moment before dialing it back down.
 
However while it was fun to torment Lisa across the city, there was business to discuss.
 
“Did you watch anymore of that yuri thing lately?” How is the subversion of the city going?
 
“Y-yeah, I’d say, I’m on season, ah, season seven.” It’s getting pretty close to being completely subverted.
 
Taylor frowned at that. More and more the city was being subverted by outside powers. It made sense. The Wardens were awful at managing the city as it were. It was too easy for outside forces to subvert the populous and start inciting riots and other anti government, or rather, anti Wardens movements. The chaos bringers were falling straight into whichever enemies trap. Taylor had only really learned about this stuff recently, subversion, and the strategy of using subversion, so it was a big vague on how it all worked. Taylor got the gist of it however.
 
If the city was nearly getting completely subverted, and the rioting started getting real bad, it might mean that whoever was doing this was going to be making their move soon. Supposedly, when a populous is subverted, there is a rise in violence and rioting and other civil unrest. If the government of these subverted places doesn’t fix things, as the Wardens are failing to do, then there needs to be someone to step up and stop the violence. Generally, these would be the people who had started subverting people anyways. They would roll in and conquer the country, being the strong man and stopping the violence, all to the tune of the local populous.
 
“We might need to find a new anime for you to watch then.” We might have to move sooner than we thought if we want to beat them.
 
“Not, ah, not yet… but yeah. Anyways, I’ll, eh, talk to you soon.” No hidden message there. With that said Lisa hung up, and likely started trying to paw at her chastity belt, Taylor thought with amusement and she toyed with the key she had on a necklace. 
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I Need a Hero! 2
 
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 “Shadow Stalker!?”
 
 Shadow Stalker!? Taylor thought as Vista cried out in surprise. That’s as far as Taylor’s thought process got before Vista fully sheathed herself inside her as they were still cumming. Taylor felt herself go cross eyed as her sensitive pussy began a second wave of spasms that were trying to milk Vista of all of her cum.
 
 However, with this revelation, the lust that had started clouding Taylor’s thoughts was quickly clearing as she discovered that Sophia Hess, one of the bitch trio, was a hero! Sofia… she… she was a hero. Of all people, the most violent of the-
 
 Taylor felt herself get pulled off of Vista’s cock and was being held aloft by Shadow Stalker now. With her bugs she felt herself pussy being pointed at Shadow Stalker now, who raised a finger and-
 
 Two of Sofia’s fingers dived in, while her thumb went for her clit. Taylor let out a moan, and Shadow Stalker didn’t even miss a beat as she started finger fucking Taylor, who was quickly being brought to orgasm again. The lustful fog that was assisting her in forgetting before was rolling back in. Taylor couldn’t help but think about Sofia, clad in leather, herself, tied up infront of her, fucking her with a dildo while using a collar to drive it deep inside of her.
 
 “Who is it?” Sofia asked Vista, and Vista is quiet for a moment. Taylor feels herself being brought up to Sofia’s mouth, and a tongue starts licking and rubbing against her clit. Sofia is eating Vista’s cum, and doesn’t care. Taylor through her bugs can sense Vista getting hard again from Sofia’s lewd show.
 
 Taylor imagined Sofia as the onahole instead, her being transformed as she was, fucked hard and deep by Vista when no one was watching, getting her bitch pussy creampied as Taylor’s was.
 
 “J-just some villain. I saw her and went for it.”
 
 “Good.” Was all Sofia said.
 
 Good? Good!? She was raping- Taylor’s thoughts were cut off as Sofia licked her pussy once more, before being thrown at Vista, who caught Taylor, her cock hard, and she barely wasted any time stuffing Taylor’s pussy once again.
 
 “Damn going at her like your life depends on it.”
 
 “I-I can’t take it anymore.” Vista justified as she fucked Taylor. Taylor, she didn’t want to think right now. It. It was all too much. She… This… Taylor moaned once more as Vista found her g-spot once more and was fucking her relentlessly.
 
 “Well we can’t do it out here. I know a place.”
 
 “Wha?”
 
 “Come on pipsqueak, you can walk and fuck right?” Thus the two started walk while Vista continued to fuck Taylor. Taylor clenched her hands as the thrusts into her became deeper as the fog of lust that was clouding her mind continued to intensify as she was given no rest from her orgasms. Taylor felt her eyes going cross as she was continually fucked as they walked. Sometimes she would cum and her folds would start clenching around Vista’s meaty member, trying to milk it for it’s cum. When Vista went balls deep into her once more and cumming, Taylor couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan.
 
 
 It felt good! Taylor hated it but it felt so good. She couldn’t do anything and now she was being taken somewhere, she. She didn’t know what to- Ooooh Taylor moaned again as Vista pulled her off her dick and once more Sophia took her, fingering her pussy, not giving her a moment to recover as they made their way to wherever they were taking her. Why’d it have to feel so good!
 
 They entered a building through a window, and suddenly Sofia stopped the assault on Taylor’s sore pussy. Taylor in her thermos, was panting, her tongue out against her mask as she panted and shuddered, both in the after shocks of pleasure that had been shooting through her, and in revulsion.
 
 That’s all she was. A stupid slutty bitch, wasn’t she. That’s all she was good for. Maybe the trio were right, in, about half of their insults. Maybe… Taylor’s thought process was interrupted again as Sofia lined up a dildo to her pussy, a big one, almost as big as the one that she had secreted away in her closet.
 
 Sofia pushed it into Taylor’s pussy and Taylor lets out a long moan as it is used to slowly fuck Taylor. Fast enough to provide some exquisite pleasure, but not enough that she could cum. Taylor, traitorously, wanted Sofia to go faster, to fuck her hard again, to use that dildo to make her feel good, to make her feel so good that she can forget this awful experience. So that she doesn’t have to think about how the heroes that she once looked up to were horrible bullies and rapists that made her life a living hell. Ever since she met them; Sofia, had turned Emma against her, and now Vista, was- was-
 
 Taylor shuddered again as Sophia increased the speed she was fucking Taylor with her big dildo, and once more Taylor came at the hands of her rapists. Rather than wonder why it had to feel so good, Taylor instead embraced it. She could think later. She just needed to get through this, just like the bullying at school. Then she could think. She’d record, but for now, she couldn’t think, otherwise she would do something that she knew she would regret forever.
 
 While Taylor was cumming, Sophia had walked over to Vista and had come up behind her and wrapped her arms around Vista, who was once more rock hard. Her balls were only somewhat drained. Before they had been like baseballs, but they had shrunk, just a bit with each round of cumming in Taylor’s thoroughly abused snatch.
 
 “Play with your pussy, and I’ll put this villain to work.” Sophia said to Vista, while she pulled the dildo from Taylor, and positioned her over Vista’s meaty rod. Sophia however swatted Vista’s hand away from her pussy and instead, put the dildo that had just been fucking Taylor, down onto the ground.
 
 “Ah ah ah, you're going to bounce for me.” Meanwhile Taylor was slowly, ever so slowly being eased onto Vista’s cock. Taylor wanted Sophia to move her faster but Sophia didn’t.
 
 “It-it won’t fit,”
 
 “Yes it will. I’ve seen your dildo set at the base, your biggest is only a bit small than this one.” Vista eeped, and Taylor was left wondering about Vista’s dildo collection. Was it like hers? Where she had made due with random objects until she finally caved and bought a dildo online? Or did she have a chest full of dildos that she would ride and bounce on?
 
 Vista kneeled down and slowly, eased the dildo into her own pussy, meanwhile, Sophia mimicked it on Taylor in reverse. Vista started going down faster onto the dildo, having seemingly gotten a nack for it, and Taylor was pulled off of Vista’s dick faster too. Vista moaned as she was double teamed by Sophia’s dildo and Taylor’s snatch. Quickly Vista had sped up and so did Sophia’s pumping of Vista’s dick with Taylor increase. Taylor moaned and found herself moaning along with Vista who cried out in Wanton abandon.
 
 The lustful fog had emplaced itself in Taylor’s mind fully as all she could think about was about how good she was feeling being fucked like she was, how she enjoyed being used like a toy for another’s pleasure. She could ignore all the fuck- No! No! Not, not thinking. Just. MMMmmmm.
 
 Slowly Taylor was once more being built up to climax as Vista suddenly came once more in Taylor. Cum by now as overflowing from her snatch and she looked like some extremely well used onahole as Sophia pulled Taylor off of Vista’s dick. Vista fell back, her balls looked spent as she slid off the dildo. She was still hard but she was tired, meanwhile Taylor found herself being shoved onto the dildo that was attatched to the floor as Sophia used the dildo to fuck her hard and fast. Taylor, Taylor was getting, she was getting close. It felt so good. Her eyes she felt had gone cross eyed again, and the tongue she had briefly pulled back into her mouth, was out again as she cried out like a wanton whore as she got closer, and closer, and closer, and…
 
 Then Sophia stopped. Taylor found that the thermos that she had been put into was pulled off, and Taylor could see out of one eye again, the other still looking at a part of her costume, which part she wasn’t sure of.
 
 “Alright pipsqueak, unfuck her.” Sophia said, and suddenly, Taylor wasn’t an onahole like piece of flesh, but once more human, and she had a dildo in her pussy. Unable to help herself, she started moving up and down on the dildo that was stuck to the floor, fucking herself on it until she felt two hands shove her down hard on the dildo, so close! Yet Sophia, in the costume of Shadow Stalker, was holding her down.
 
 “Not yet slut.” She said, having pulled some sort of bottle from somewhere. “This is more so Vista won’t get a fucking booboo” Sophia said, adding a mocking tone to booboo at the end. She, Taylor wasn’t an onahole any-
 
 Any further thoughts were cut off as Sophia started using something on her back door, and Taylor gasped. Sophia’s fingers slipped in easily.
 
 “God damn, your a fuckin’ butt slut ain’t ya you fucking slut.” It was true, Taylor had lately been enjoying using her big dildo on her ass while she used her hands on her clit and pussy. She was a slut, a butt slut, and she loved having her ass fucked. She had been feeling a tingle from her ass this entire time, but she hadn’t been able to use it.
 
 “Get over here pipsqueak.” Taylor had started bouncing again on the dildo but Sophia didn’t seem to care as she pulled Vista forward and Taylor felt Sophia grab her ass with her lubed hands, and as Taylor went down again, she heard a squawk from Vista as her cock breifly hit Taylor’s ass before sliding right into Taylor’s slutty little butt. Taylor moaned as she was now bouncing on two dicks, one of her fantasies and future masturbation goals.
 
 Nothing else mattered now. Not Sophia, not Vista, not anything. Taylor needed to cum and she didn’t care how it happened. She had retreated to her happy place, something she had never been able to do with the trio. None of their attacks had ever been sexual, at least, until now. Taylor imagined them finding out about how much of a dirty slut she was. They would wrestle her to the ground, pull all of her clothes off, and ducktape her to the bench in the girls locker room. They would fuck her with dildos and strap ons and she could suckle on Emma’s bountiful breasts.
 
 Taylor was bouncing faster and faster now, she was going to cum. She felt Vista cum in her ass and she consciously clenched her ass to milk Vista of everything she had. It felt good! She loved the feeling of an enema in her ass and the feeling of cum in it was no exception. It was good! She was, she was, she-
 
 Suddenly Taylor felt something pierce into her neck, Taylor looked, her bouncing briefly forgotten as she looked at Sophia beside her, hand holding onto some sort of bolt, and then, darkness.
 
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 Taylor woke, still in the dingy place that Sophia had taken them to, a dildo in both her ass and pussy, and she was burning with need. Taylor found her hands flying to her crotch so she could fuck herself with the dildos, when she found herself smashing her hands against something metal. Looking down, Taylor noticed that her costume was still on, and she felt the outline of some sort of weird metal underwear on her, keeping the dildos in her deep. There was also a note.
 
 Hiya Slut, for being a shitty villain butt slut, I decided you don’t get to fucking cum. If you wanna cum then you come back here tonight and we’ll fuck ya until your nothing but our shitty little sex slave. Unless you want to have that belt on forever that is.
 
 Taylor whimpered as she pawed at the chastity belt, desperately wanting to play with herself and feel relief.
 
 Yet she was denied.  


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