Sophia and I's Master-Stranger quarantine only lasted twenty-four hours. This was fortunate for me, since we were separated from each other, and by extension, I was unable to come for the entire time. That was fine for a short stretch, but for longer, well - I was just glad it ended so quickly.

The moment we were free, Sophia practically pounced on me in the PRT headquarters, wrapping me in a surprisingly affectionate hug - then she suddenly realized everybody could see her and stopped. "Come on," she said, gripping my hand and dragging me out of the building. Once she was outside, she let out a long sigh. "Right." She coughed, her eyes flicking around to ensure there were no cameras or witnesses. "Slut," she said, though there was just a hint of conspiracy in her voice, like saying the word was illegal and she might get in trouble. It was kind of funny, really. "We got interrupted before I could buy you lingerie."

"That's true," I agreed, though I didn't really know where she was going with it.

"I'm going to-" she started, then suddenly stopped. "Oh yeah, you haven't gotten to come the whole past day, have you? Miss it?" Her hand went to my crotch, just groping my dick right in public. "Don't worry, slut, I'll take care of it."

And take care of it she did, dragging me back to her place, sucking me off, then riding me for a half-hour until I was pretty much completely spent. Then she decided to rest atop me, snuggling into place on my bare chest as I stayed over at her place for the night.

* * *

Rather than take me to Prince Albert's, Sophia apparently decided to make contact with Parian. I'd never really thought about the girl much back in my own world - just occasionally seeing some giant store mascot animated by her power - so I hadn't been aware she was also a clothing designer. Standing in the small office covered with mirrors and what looked like deflated stuffed animals, with her wearing some porcelain-doll outfit might have felt odd, if it wasn't so well-lit.

"I don't normally make underwear," Parian said, though I could see her eyes flick my way here and there. I could see her aura, just barely, like a bubbly fizz of glowing fluids that occasionally popped over the surface of her costuming. The costume itself wasn't sexy, a full-coverage dress that billowed past the waist and reached down to her ankles, a porcelain mask like on a doll, and a wig of curly blonde hair.

"Oh, well, if you don't normally make it..." Sophia said, rolling her eyes. She gave me an elbow. "Hey, you love playing dress-up, right?"

"Yes," I agreed, instantly. Mostly because it made Sophia even hornier, but, Parian didn't need to know that. "I'd be willing to make it worth your while."

"You're a couple teenagers, you know that making clothing from scratch is expens..." She trailed off as I stood up, just grabbing the base of my shirt and pulling it up and off. I could hear her swallow, even if her choice of clothing made it impossible to see her throat bob.

I gave her my name. "I'm willing to make it very worth your while."

"Well... I could arrange a discount if you would model some clothes for me." She adjusted in her seat somewhat, stiffening up to maintain a veneer of professionalism. "Let me get your measurements," she continued, standing up herself, collecting measuring tape. Her fingers danced across my skin as she measured out various circumferences, tips brushing in a way as to be plausibly deniable but also manage to tease my nipples and abs as they went. To somebody with my sensibilities, it was obvious what she was doing, though probably a boy from this world would have been fooled. Sophia just watched with a smug smirk on her lips. "I think I have some clothes in your size."

She went into the back room, leaving me behind with Sophia. "Is it okay for me to turn the modeling session into something more?" I asked. Given that I'd kinda-sorta cheated on her a few times by this point, it was best not to do it yet again, right in front of her.

Sophia hummed, placing her hand on her chin as if she was seriously considering the question. "Is it okay for you to fuck Parian, you mean, slut?" She asked, and I nodded. It was obvious she was getting off on dragging it out, as she hummed again, the glimmer of sadism in her eyes even though it didn't spread to her lips. "Well... since you want me to whore you out so very badly... I guess I can let you fuck her. Or eat her out. Or get blown by her... whatever happens, really. I understand that you're a dirty little slut who searches for every opportunity to get his dick clamped down on, and I accept that about you."

"Thank you," I replied, not really sure how best to reply to that. She let out a snort that said it wasn't quite right. Maybe she wanted me to be embarrassed? It was hard to pretend to be embarrassed, though. "I'm sorry for being such a dirty slut, but you made me this way."

She just smiled at that, leaning over to peck my cheek. "Don't blame other people for your bad behavior, slut. You know you were born for this." Her hands gave my cock one last quick grope before the door to the back room started to creak open.

The smile on Sophia's lips faded to an aura of professionalism as Parian emerged from the back room, several outfits draped over her forearm, which she promptly laid down on her desk in front of us. "These should fit you fairly well. I'd have to do some adjustments if you were actually going to wear them in public, but I just want to see how they look on you right now." She gestured to the clothes. "Pick whichever one you like."

Mostly, my clothing choices had been either boring normal clothes, or tight things that Sophia had bought me which were pretty much designed to show off every single groove and bump of my entire body. Looking at the clothes Parian had put on offer increased my appreciation of the local style. One shirt had a hole cut in the center, like a boob window; one of the sets of jeans had a slit running down the side; and so on. I decided to pick the one that struck me as likely to be the sexiest, which was a sweater that had no back whatsoever, just revealing all the flesh there, and no pants whatsoever. I took off my current parts, making Parian take in an audible breath, and pulled the sweater up, putting it on.

For a second or two, she just stared. "Aren't you going to put on pants?" She asked, seemingly dumbfounded. Sophia just snorted.

"I thought it would look better without them," I replied.

"It... does," Parian admitted. "Very risque. Hmm. Maybe if it was lowered a bit," she said, striding up to me, hands grasping the base of the sweater and pulling it downward, so it reached halfway down my thighs, seeming to study body in this new position. She was short, not even coming up to my chin, and she was even focused on her work, not displaying the wanton lust I'd expected from this choice of clothing. "It could be just on the boundaries of tasteful." She let go of the top, letting the sweater bounce up, high enough that anybody with eyes could see my simple briefs and my raging hard-on producing a bulge down there.

"Yeah, I don't know anything about tasteful," I agreed, making Sophia laugh. "You can play dress-up with me as much as you want."

"Hmm." Parian was apparently deep enough into fashion that she wasn't jumping me or contriving an excuse to get my dick out. Or maybe she hadn't realized I was offering? In any case, she went back into the back office, retrieving yet more clothes, and made me model each one in turn. Her full-face mask made it more difficult to read her, but I could hear her breaths, see the gentle way her chest rose and fell. Occasionally her gloved fingers would brush against exposed skin, but they'd soon retreat.

"You would make an excellent model," Parian said, as I stood there, wearing a tight white shirt and a loose black jacket over it, as well as some black pants that were clearly angled at being tight but were just a little too loose for me. "I don't suppose I could hire you part-time to model some clothes for me?"

"If you give me some of that money, you can pay him for more than just modeling," Sophia said.

Parian was silent for a moment - then I realized she was looking at me. "Yes. That's correct."

She left the room, taking maybe thirty seconds, then promptly came back. "The cameras are off now, so... let's see what I'm working with." I stripped myself down as quick as I could, and she stared in quiet silence as my very erect cock bounced forth. Silken gloves immediately reached for my hard length, starting to stroke it as she stared up at me. "You like getting dressed up by a girl whose face you've never even seen, huh?" She asked, her voice husky with desire. Her hand kept working over my dick, making me pant a bit and squirm.

"Yes, I do," I managed to get out, and I could hear her lick her lips behind the mask.

She hummed pleasantly, continuing to play with and tease my cock. Sophia watched the whole thing in silence, just satisfied with watching her boyfriend/slut get molested by another woman. My dick would intermittently twitch in her hand, her movements becoming faster and faster with each passing second. "Do you like how my gloves feel?" She breathed.

"Yes, they feel wonderful," I replied, speaking as quickly as I could, doing my best to really play up my role.

"Has your boyfriend here done anything naughty?" Parian asked Sophia, though she didn't turn her face towards the other girl.

"Oh, lots," Sophia said, with a casual smile. "I can't think of any reason he shouldn't be punished a second time for all the bad things he's done."

"He's already been punished once?" Parian asked, her eyes flicking up to me behind the mask. "What did he do?"

"Hmm..." Sophia said. "Well, I kinda whore him out to other girls, and he fucked this other girl without telling me they had a relationship in the past," she started, counting on her fingers. "Plus he acts like a dumbass looking to get groped and raped. Got groped right in front of me and defended the girl. Oh, and he had sex without permission, too. A couple times, actually."

"He has your permission for this?" Parian asked, still stroking me, those silky soft gloves brushing all along my cock and keeping me silent if only for the way I was straining not to just come right then and there, my fists balled up.

"He does," Sophia agreed.

"It sounds like you've been a very, very naughty boy," Parian told me, and as she spoke, I felt something twine around my wrists - a glance downward showed a long, slender whipcord, attached to nothing, gripping me and forcibly guiding me down to the ground on my back.

I couldn't see an inch of skin on this woman, and now she had me bound before her on the ground. She leaned down over me, and I could hear her hyperactive breathing behind the mask as she stared down at me, fingertips running along my length even now, as she knelt between my spread legs. "You should apologize to Sophia for it," she explained. "Tell Sophia you're very sorry. Be specific."

"I'm sorry, Sophia," I said, my voice coming out quick. "I'm sorry for not taking care of myself, and for tricking you with that girl, I'm sorry for having sex without permission." My words were strained, as Parian kept jerking me off with a startling degree of efficacy.

"There. Doesn't it feel better to say you're sorry?" Parian asked, continuing to jerk me off as she spoke.

"Yes, it does," I agreed. "Are you going to, put it in?"

"Putting it in before you've even come once? What kind of girl do you think I am?" Parian teased, stroking me faster and faster. "Oh, you're one of those boys who thinks coming is embarrassing, hm? Are you going to get bright red cheeks when your sticky seed stains your stomach?" I grit my teeth, clenching my eyes shut. "Come on, come for me, you know you want to~," she teased, seeming to really delight in playing with me like this.

I finally let go, unable and unwilling to hold back any longer. Several thick spurts rose up into the air before splattering back down on my stomach, and I could practically have seen the smile on Parian's lips as she watched me, eyes boring into me as I jerked and sputtered. "You look good like that," she told me, but she didn't touch the cum, just rising to her feet and leaving me on my back for the moment, whatever whips she'd enchanted with her power still gripping me and holding me down. "I'm going to get something to clean up his belly with, I don't want to stain my costume," she said to Sophia.

"Mm, okay," Sophia said, with a hum and a smirk that suggested she was going to do more.

"If there's a problem with circulation, call me quickly," Parian added, as she entered the back office.

The moment the door closed behind Parian, Sophia was on her hands and knees next to me, tongue flicking and licking against my bare stomach, her head tilting this way and that as she eyed me up from down there. She collected every last dollop of cum, then started to lick and play with my dick with her mouth, kissing it sweetly and attentively. "Fuck, Sophia," I breathed out, shocked by just how forward she was being.

"I'm just making sure you're warmed up for Parian," she told me, though I suspected there was some feminine pride mixed in there, as her lips wrapped around my cockhead and she slurped me all the way down to the base, grinding her nose into my pubes. She stared up at me as her throat bulged, her tongue caressing the underside of my dick, and then she peeled up and off, leaving my dick nice and hard again. "You really like seeing girls eat your cum, huh?" She teased, before getting back in her seat as if nothing had happened, leaving me straining.

"Yeah. It's sexy." My toes curled as my cock just twitched in the air. "Don't you like seeing me guzzle your juices?"

"I like seeing them smeared all over your face more," Sophia said, then glanced over at the door as Parian returned with some paper towels. She glanced at my naked body for a moment, as if in confusion. "I cleaned him up the old fashioned way," Sophia said, popping one finger in her mouth to explain.

"Oh," Parian said, then immediately started wiping me down anyway. Sophia just smirked and snorted, clearly enjoying seeing other women having to clean up her own dirty work. Once I was sufficiently clean for Parian's tastes, she hiked up her skirts quite a lot. Sophia probably didn't see anything, seated where she was, but I could see dark skin where her leggings ended, and the hint of pink - she'd taken off her panties while she was at it, I assumed.

If she caught me looking, she didn't show it in her reaction, and simply lowered herself slowly down my cock, my dick gently spearing its way ever deeper inside her. She let out a long sigh of pleasure as she felt me sink deep inside her. "That's a good boy," she breathed, as she finally finished taking me all the way to the base. "You should apologize to Sophia, for being such a needy slut," she told me, gloved fingers feeling silky smooth as they brushed along my cheeks. "It sounds like you've put her through a lot of trouble."

"Sorry, Sophia," I immediately started up. "Sorry that my cock is constantly looking for new cunts to get buried in, and I just can't control it properly." Parian started to ride me properly, clearly enticed by my words. "Sorry for being an irredeemable slut who just lives to get fucked. Sorry for being so horny that I do dumb shit all the time and disobey you," I said, my voice becoming more excited as Parian upped her pace.

"Hmm, not sure if I accept that apology," Sophia mused, pressing her thumb against her lips. "Better keep it up, Parian."

Parian just took in a deep breath through her nose, her fingers pressing down against my stomach as she rode me. It took a few seconds for her to speak again. "You're not apologizing properly. You don't sound like you're sorry at all. You should express how much of a naughty, naughty slut you are, properly. Express it sincerely."

I got it - she wanted me to degrade myself more than just calling myself a slut. I'd thought I'd done a decent job, but then again, more was rarely bad in porn in my experience. "I'm basically a horny animal, now, who just lives for sex. I'd crawl on the ground and lick a girl's toes for the chance at fresh pussy, even though I'm hot enough to get it easily, even though I already have a gorgeous girlfriend. I'm sorry for having become such a complete degenerate that I can't appreciate-" I had to cut myself off, gritting my teeth as Parian came atop me, her cunt clamping down tight on my dick as she ground herself against me, the billowing, copious dress pressing against my naked flesh as she rested and twitched in place.

"That is pretty hot," Sophia mused. "Hearing you talk about yourself that way, slut."

"Tell," Parian said, panting as she recovered, "tell your, your owner, that you are- that you are..." She seemed to really be struggling, and I decided to twitch my dick and buck my hips into her, making her sputter behind her mask. "That you will behave yourself, in the future," she continued. "Think of me, like a dog trainer, and you're the dog."

"Yes," I agreed, my dick twitching inside Parian as she started to ride me again, more insistently now, as I remained firmly bound to the ground, my hands held in place, not able to reach up and grope or squeeze the tantalizing body that was riding me. I could probably have slurped on her power until the bindings went lax, but where was the fun in that? "I promise, Sophia, I'll stop trying to, to get around you, I promise to be a good, obedient boy for you, who only does what he's told and doesn't even think-" I was cut off as Parian came again, clenching down even harder on my cock, my whole brain feeling like it was being scrambled from the sheer force of her cunt on my dick.

"Sounds like you're just saying it, slut," Sophia chimed in during the lull in both our talking. "Make it sound all sincere again, like you did earlier."

"Yes, I'm a fucking animal, a base animal that you can use for sex whenever and however you like, I exist to pleasure you, to fuck you, I'll let you collar and leash me, and-" Parian was just going crazy atop me by this point, apparently extremely aroused by my words herself. I couldn't really restrain myself any longer, and I started to buck my hips, ready to come.

A moment later, I felt something snap tight around the base of my cock, Parian shuddering and panting as her movements came to a stop atop me. I could feel the orgasm swell in my balls, but it couldn't escape. "No, no coming yet," she panted out. If she hadn't been wearing that mask, she probably would have wiped at her face. As it was, I could see where the thinner parts of her fabric had started to grow damp with sweat from the exertions, her gloves and leggings discolored slightly. "You haven't finished your training. What are you?"

"A slut," I said, instantly.

"Who do you belong to you?"

"Sophia," I added, and Sophia hummed pleasantly at my words.

"Who decides, what cunts, your cock gets to go in?" Parian was starting to ride me again, treating my dick as a pleasant self-pleasuring device even as she drank in my naked body - or what of it she could actually see, anyway, with her dress billowing over me.

"Sophia," I repeated.

"That's right," Parian said. "That's right. Sophia. Tell her thank you for being such a good owner, to a horny, needy slut like you, who can't stop himself from sticking his cock in every hole he can find."

"Thank you for being such a good owner for a horny, needy slut like me, who can't stop himself from sticking his cock in every hole I can find," I managed to get out, despite the intense sensations emanating from my groin as I was ridden like a maniac. "And thank you, Parian, for helping to train me and teach me my plaaaaa-" my voice stretched out as Parian came anew on my dick. For a moment, whatever cord was wrapped around my dick tightened - then it let go, allowing me to achieve release inside the parahuman woman atop me, my hips bucking up into her as a copious amount of cum erupted from me, my whole body twitching and bucking as Parian just bounced on my dick like that, curly golden locks going every which way.

When I was finished coming, I just sagged in place. The cords that had been binding my wrist let go, leaving me to just pant and catch my breath. Eventually, Parian rose from my dick, the wet noise of my exit accompanied by the knowledge that my cum was no doubt trickling down her inner thighs right then and there. "E-excuse me a moment," she said, hurriedly rushing into the back room again.

Sophia stared down at me where I laid, letting out a long sigh as she did so. "Look, slut, I-" she cut herself off. "You're gonna wear whatever lingerie Parian designs for you, got it?"

"Got it," I agreed, as I finally collected myself. It couldn't be less comfortable than some of the pants that Sophia had foisted on me, anyway.

"She's really expensive. Offer her more sex, if it gets us more of a discount." I quirked my eyebrow at her. "I'm not made of money." She pouted as she stared at me. "Come on. More hands-on time with your dick will also mean better lingerie?" I honestly was sometimes surprised with Sophia's perspective - why would she possibly think that I cared more about lingerie than getting my dick wet? Was she that stuck in the mode of normal guys from this world?

"Alright, I'll tell her," I agreed, and Sophia let out a sigh of relief at that, smiling.

"Oh, and hey - with the 'cheating' thing. Look. I know that I've totally messed your head up, so-" She cut herself off as Parian returned.

"Here, take a look at these," Parian said, handing me a sketchbook that was full of underwear designs. I flicked through them for a few seconds, then handed them off to Sophia - like I had any idea what good lingerie looked like.

Sophia's expression shifted the moment she got to start looking, her gaze flicking from my dick to the sketchbook again and again, holding it this way and that, squinting, clearly trying to envision me wearing every single thing on offer. Parian just waited patiently, while I remained naked and hard. I decided to break the silence. "Hey, if you wanted more fun like this," I started, "maybe we could do the sex as an installment plan, or something?" I suggested.

Parian seemed to stare at me. Sophia's gaze half flicked from the sketchbook up to us, then she pretended to be studying the sketchbook more. "...maybe," Parian agreed, at last, making my cock twitch. She gave a very feminine giggle as she saw it twitch. "You really are a horny slut," she said, with a quiet shake of her head. She glanced at Sophia. "Picked out what you like?" She asked Sophia.

"Huh? Oh. Um. This one's pretty good, for our first one? How much?"

Parian looked at it, humming. "If he models it and... lets me play with him again, I'll make it free."

"Great," Sophia said. "This one, then." She said, jabbing it with her finger repeatedly. "Get dressed, slut. Jeez. No sense of decency."

I got dressed while Parian and Sophia both watched with undisguised lust.

* * *

"What were you saying, earlier?" I asked Sophia, later that night, when she was resting atop me, cheek pressed against my bare chest, my half-hard cock pressing against her toned stomach. Her entire body was shiny with sweat, slick and sticky as it rested atop me.

"Huh? Saying?"

"Uh... about the cheating, and you having messed my head up?" I prompted.

"Oh." She swallowed. "Look, forget about it," she said, kissing my neck sweetly.

"I can't exactly forget about it, and that's just making it worse," I replied.

She let out a long breath through her mouth, perching her chin against my sternum as she stared up at me. "I was just going to say... I don't know. I was more mad at myself than you, with the thing with that other black girl. I was your first time, right?" I nodded. "It's my responsibility if your ideas about sex are all messed up." That was definitely not true. "Anyway. You should only have sex with other girls when I'm around, so that I can make sure you don't do something ridiculous like clean some girl's toes with your tongue so you can get fresh pussy."

"Um. I wouldn't actually do that," I told her, worried about the sheer depths of this particular miscommunication.

"Good. You should have some self-respect. Anyway, my point is, you're my slut, so you need to take care of yourself. Not get yourself raped and molested and taken advantage of." I honestly could not have told you whether she was saying that because she thought it was what I wanted to hear, or what she wanted to say. In either case, I nodded. She let out another long breath and pressed her cheek against my bare chest. "Good. Good. That's a good boy," she said, closing her eyes and seeming ready to drift off to sleep right then and there.

Unfortunately for her, my cock started to twitch and throb, and she rose immediately. "I really have turned you into a sex addict," she said, half-aroused, half-mournful. "Fuck it." She rolled off me. "You do the work this time, alright? Oh. And talk about how great my black pussy is."

"It's great," I replied immediately, as I moved myself over to be on top of her, teasing my dick against her wet sex, some of my cum still dripping out of it.

She giggled at that, the movements serving to massage my dick as I pushed into her. "Come on. Better than that."

"Parian's got dark skin too, under the costume," I told her, as I started to fuck her. She quirked her eyebrow up in reply. "It made the whole thing even sexier," I explained, my hands pressing down against the bed on either side of her, the squeaky noise of the bed's response to the springs. "I'm totally addicted to black pussy."

"Yeah, you are. This white cock needs black pussy," she says, wiggling her hips. "Even just knowing the pussy's black is enough for you, huh? Don't even have to see it. That chick wears a full costume and you're-" she sputtered slightly as I jammed it in extra hard, making her body bounce on the bed. "Fucking ready to go again. You're a white slut for black pussy, aren't you?"

"I am," I agreed, instantly, my dick twitching inside her. "My white cock is desperate for black pussies just like yours, Sophia. I can't stop thinking about how good it feels on my dick, how nice it is to fuck a hot, tight, wet black pussy, and come inside it over and over again."

"Yeah, yeah," she breathed out, her legs wrapping around my hips, grinding me inside her. "You want to make some half-white babies with me, don't you? Breed all the white out of you so your daughters can be perfect black beauties?"

"Yes," I agreed, instantly. "I'll make so many half-white babies with you, I'll just breed you."

"I'll be the one breeding you, slut," she said, more in confusion than anything else. Right. I tried to mentally course correct, but she beat me to the punch. "Naked, barefoot, in the kitchen, raising all our kids while I go enjoy being a cape, knowing I can come back to my sexy white househusband who does the laundry and dishes and cleans up around the house, right? My obedient, horny, white groom, who only lives to fuck me with his thick white cock, and take care of the house so I don't have to think about it, right?"

Her words were getting me excited too, so rather than risk coming first, I used my power to force her to come first instead. Her back arched as she moaned loudly, legs dragging me deep inside her as I just came right alongside her, both our bodies twitching as ecstasy overtook us. When I was finished coming, I rolled over on my back next to her, and she promptly snuggled up to me, resting her cheek on my pec.

She spoke up after a few seconds. "No, wait. You wouldn't be naked."

"I wouldn't be?" I asked.

"No. You'd be wearing lots and lots of sets of Parian's specially designed lingerie, made just for you, that you earned for me so I didn't have to send a single cent."

"Sure thing, Sophia," I agreed. If she caught that I was saying it just to humor her, she didn't comment on it.