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Missy stomped up to the front door of Taylor's place, feeling more than a little annoyed. Dennis was nice, but some days he just didn't know when to stop. And having Dean going on with Carlos about his date last night was just icing on the cake. It pissed her off some days. She headed inside and slammed the door behind her.

"Missy!" Taylor called out from the kitchen. "No slamming doors. You know better than that."

Missy blushed slightly at the scolding. "I'm just in a bad mood today," she griped, looking surly.

Taylor came out of the kitchen wearing a blouse, a skirt, and stockings that slipped under her skirt. It was a surprising look for her, but the stockings nicely emphasized her legs. "I know you're not in a good mood today sweetie, but I'm not going to let you misbehave because you're angry."

Missy nodded and looked down with a slightly ashamed blush. "Sorry ma'am."

"Good. Now, feel free to go get changed into something more comfortable then fetch your hairbrush and come back down sweetie."

Missy pouted. "I said I was sorry, do you have to…"

"Behave and I won't have to. We'll take a break and spend some time together after you're done."

Missy immediately perked up. "Okay." She gave Taylor a quick hug and ran upstairs to Taylor's room. She stripped out of her clothes quickly, neatly folding them up and setting them aside. Taylor would be angry if she just threw her things around when getting changed. She picked up a white training bra covered in little pink flowers and white panties with pink seams and a big pink flower on the butt. Over that, she pulled on a frilly pink skirt and a white t-shirt with a big sparkly pink flower on the front. She examined herself in the mirror, admiring her cute look before taking her pink plastic hairbrush and heading back downstairs.

Taylor was waiting in the living room on the couch. "Did you bring it?" Missy nodded and handed her the hair brush. "Good girl. Over my knee." She patted her lap.

Missy reluctantly lay over Taylor's lap, raising her butt up in the air. "I'm sorry for misbehaving ma'am."

Taylor lifted her skirt and smiled at the panties. "I know you are dear. But you know the rules. Don't worry. I'll be easy on you." She slid Missy's panties down, revealing her small tight butt. Taylor's hand ran over her smooth skin then picked up the hair brush again. "Now, what did you do wrong Missy?"

Missy blushed. She hated this part, but kind of liked it too. "I slammed the door and argued with you when you corrected me."

Taylor's hand stroked her butt again. "And how many do you deserve for that dear?"

Missy's blush darkened. "Ten ma'am."

Taylor smiled at her. "Alright then. Ten it is. Remember, this is so you learn to behave like a good girl for me." She brought the hair brush down and smacked Missy's rear with the flat of the brush. She didn't make the hits too hard, but each smack made Missy wiggle and shift over Taylor's knee as she felt the heat building in her ass and a bit between her legs. Once Taylor delivered the tenth spank, she let Missy up, letting the younger girl rub her pink rear and pull up her panties before Taylor noticed her pussy beginning to get wet.

Judging by the smile on Taylor's face, she noticed, but didn't say anything. She ran her hand through Missy's hair gently. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Missy shook her head. "No mommy. Thank you for correcting me."

Taylor patted her lap. "Sit down dear."

Missy sat down in Taylor's lap, shifting a little to get comfortable with her slightly sore ass. She liked sitting in Taylor's lap, cuddling up close to her after a long day. She grabbed the TV remote and flipped on the TV. She quickly changed to her favorite channel, putting on a silly cartoon that she'd never tell anyone she loved to watch.

Taylor picked up the hair brush again and began to run it through Missy's hair, slowly brushing out a few tangles. Missy relaxed back, soon forgetting the warmth in her freshly spanked butt for the warmth gathering in between her legs. She let the feeling of Taylor's gentle touches relax her entire body as she leaned back and half closed her eyes. She only loosely paid attention to the television, become more and more focused on Taylor's slow methodical brushing.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Missy almost jumped as Taylor's question brought her back to reality. "What? Oh, yes."

Taylor smiled. "I think you were getting a little distracted dear. Do you like when I brush your hair?"

Missy blushed again, feeling a familiar wetness in her panties. "Yes. Very much."

"Are you getting wet sweetie? You know you're supposed to tell mommy if you get wet."

Missy nodded slowly. "Yes mommy. I can feel it."

Taylor set the hair brush down and reached around Missy's body, running her hand over her small breasts. Her hand worked its way under Missy's shirt and bra, rubbing directly against her breast. Taylor's fingers pinched one of her already hard nipples. "Oh, you're already very naughty aren't you? If I put my fingers in your panties, they're going to be soaking wet aren't they?"

Missy nodded again. Taylor's other hand moved under her skirt, cupping her crotch and slowly rubbing the front of her panties. "Oh they're very wet. You've been a naughty girl haven't you, getting so wet for me." Missy moaned softly as Taylor fingers pressed her panties against her wet slit. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

Missy moaned again as Taylor pulled her panties aside, revealing her pussy and began to stroke her wet lips directly. "Mommy…" she moaned, shifting in place at Taylor's touch. The feeling of her fingers sent another surge of arousal through her body.

"You like when I rub your naughty place don't you?" Taylor's fingers began to move in slow circles. "And play with your pretty little nipples." She traced a finger around one of Missy's nipples then pinched it slightly. "And when I stroke your hot little button." Her finger ran over Missy's clit, rubbing firmly for a moment before her fingers dropped to her hole again.

"Yes…" Missy gasped and twitched as Taylor's hands roamed, expertly teasing her body. Taylor knew her body well enough by now to hit all of her hot spots almost instinctually. Her hands brushed against her thighs and chest then trailed up or down to her stomach. Missy couldn't help moaning and twisting, quickly losing control of her body as Taylor drove her wild.

Then everything stopped. Missy gave a moan of disappointment as she opened her eyes and looked at Taylor pleadingly. "Go upstairs and get a toy for me, anything you want," Taylor said, patting her cheek. "And leave your shirt and skirt before you come back down."

Missy jumped to her feet and practically ran upstairs, her lust driving her to get back as quickly as possible. She pulled off her shirt and skirt, barely remembering to put them away properly before she went to Taylor's toy drawer and dug through it. After a few moments, she picked out a pink double-ended dildo. She was grinning ear to ear as she hurried back downstairs. "Mommy, I've got the toy I want!"

She froze at the bottom of the steps. Taylor had stripped out of her blouse, revealing her black bra and panties, both with a little bit of lace on them. However, Missy's eyes were drawn straight to her stockings. The dark stockings ended on her thighs, topped with lace and held up by a lacy black garter belt. No matter how skinny Taylor might be, her long legs were beautiful, pointing a perfect line to her wet panties. "Let me see dear." She took the dildo and smiled. "Oh, a double-ended toy. I see you want to cum with mommy today."

Missy nodded. "Please mommy. I know I was bad when I came in but…"

Taylor smiled, then slid her panties aside and pushed one end of the toy into her slick pussy. "Don't worry. I already punished you for being bratty when you came in." She sat back on the couch, spreading her legs to let the toy stick up from her crotch at a slight angle. "Now come over here and sit your cute little body on mommy's toy."

Missy stripped off her panties and hurried around the couch. She straddled Taylor hips and lined her pussy up with Taylor's toy before sinking slowly onto the hard cock. "Ohhhh…" A long moan escaped her lips as she sank down until six inches were buried inside her, making her feel full. "It's so big."

Taylor was used to toy that were this big and bigger, but she knew Missy's pussy was still small and couldn't take as much as some of her other girls. "That's good sweetie. Now bounce for mommy. Use your little pussy to ride my toy."

Missy moaned again as she began to move, bouncing up and down on Taylor's dildo. Her pussy clung tight to the toy, pulling it in and out of Taylor slit as she moved, pleasuring both girls as Missy moved. Her movements became more and more frantic as she felt the pleasure building and moans and gasps escaped her lips. Taylor began to moan as well, feeling the dildo shift and rub against one of her most sensitive places. "I'm getting close Taylor!" Missy cried out, losing all sense of rhythm and ramming her pussy onto the toy hard and fast.

Taylor looked her in the eyes then mashed their lips together, pushing her tongue into Missy's mouth. She held the kiss as long as possible, feeling her orgasm rise until she couldn't hold it any longer. "I'm going to cum too!" she cried out. "Cum with mommy Missy. Cum now!"

Missy didn't need any encouragement. Her head still overloaded from the passionate kiss, she let out a mindless scream of pleasure as her back arched and she came hard. Taylor came a moment later, adding her cry to Missy's as their bodies shook. As the climax subsided, Missy slumped against Taylor, panting from the exertion.

Taylor brushed back her hair and kissed her forehead. "That better now sweetie?" Missy just nodded breathlessly. "Good. Can you get off of me?" Missy groaned and reluctantly lifted herself off of Taylor's toy. "That's my girl. Now relax a minute and I'll get you a drink and a towel to clean up." Missy groaned again as she rolled over and sat back on the couch, looking tired but satisfied. Taylor kissed her on the lips again, but a soft kiss rather than a deep hard one like before. "You did very well today."

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Vicky took a deep breath as she entered Taylor's place. She felt more nervous the closer she got to her visit. No matter how many times Taylor and Amy went over her limits and the details of Amy's changes, she still couldn't believe what she was about to do. The first time, it had been almost spontaneous, and if Taylor hadn't been there to keep Amy calm and make sure she was put back together right, things could have gotten bad. She still wasn't entirely comfortable with how Taylor kept Amy in line, but Amy insisted that she needed it.

She shook herself and headed up to see Taylor and Amy. Taylor was already dressed in her usual outfit, her boots and gloves, while Amy was dressed a bit differently. She was covered in white smooth latex from head to toe, save a pair of red boots and a pair of red latex gloves that sat off to one side. Only her hair and her hands were free from the tight latex, along with her pussy, which was exposed by an open zipper. A heavy looking collar was attached to a chain, keeping Amy from moving far from her place at the wall. Vicky did her best to ignore the obvious glistening wetness on Amy's slit.

Taylor smiled at her. "Hey Vicky," she said. "Ready to get started? We've worked out all the details, so we're ready to go."

Vicky nodded. "Uh, yeah. I think I'm ready. It's just…"

Taylor smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. I know it's a little frightening to let Amy start making changes, but we've double checked everything. The physical changes should be easy to reverse once you're done, and the mental changes will correct themselves the next time you sleep. That way, even if somehow Amy can't get your body quite right, you can't get stuck as an airheaded slut."

Vicky took a deep breath. "Alright. Alright, I'm ready to start. Let's just do it before I panic and back out."

"Perfect. Let's get started then. Oh, but you should probably strip. You might tear your clothing if we try to do this while you're dressed. Plus, I've got a few things for you to wear once you're ready."

Vicky nodded and stripped down quickly, leaving her body exposed. Taylor looked rather impressed with Vicky's body and Amy's eyes were locked on her, wide and eager. Taylor took her hand and led her over to the kneeling girl. "Do you have permission to look at us slut?" Taylor said. Vicky flinched slightly at the harsh tone, still not comfortable with everything she knew about Taylor and Amy's relationship, but Amy simply bowed her head.

"I'm sorry mistress," Amy said. "Please forgive me."

"Greet your sister properly and I might."

Amy nodded and pressed her forehead against the floor. "Yes mistress." She kissed the top of each of Vicky's feet. "Thank you for putting up with my deviant needs Miss Vicky. Please allow me to help you live out your fantasies."

Vicky's lips felt very dry as she watched Amy casually degrading herself, but then Amy shifted in place, lines of juices running down her legs. It was so confusing. "Yes," she said softly. "You have my permission to start."

Amy smiled and placed a hand on Vicky's leg. Vicky knew that would be all she needed to completely rebuild her body into an oversized sex icon. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen then she felt tightness in her breasts and gasped as they started to swell right before her eyes. They grew larger and larger, yet stayed perfectly round and perky until they finally settled in place.

"Not bad," Taylor commenting, lifting one of the heavy new mounds experimentally. "Make her nipples larger. They look a bit small with her new size. And more nerve endings. Let's make her extra sensitive."

Amy nodded and Vicky gasped as her nipples swelled and hardened, sticking straight out from her breasts like thick erasers. Taylor pinched one, sending a massive surge of pleasure through her body. She couldn't help a loud moan. "Good," Taylor said. "That will do nicely. Now the ass."

Vicky groaned again as her ass tightened and swelled just as her waist shrunk, biomass moving from her muscles and waist to give her a perfect hourglass figure. She looked back, watching as her tight athletic ass became a huge round bubble butt. Simply moving her hips a bit made her ass shake and bounce. Taylor giggled and slapped her ass, drawing a small squeal and another moan from Vicky. "Very nice. Feeling alright, nothing feels off?"

Vicky shook her head. "No. It feels good." She closed her eyes, surprisingly enjoying the sensation of having her body rebuilt.

Taylor's hands ran along her new ass. "Perfect. Face next, save her pussy for last." Amy nodded and continued. Vicky gasped as she felt her face tingling slightly and her lips felt heavy for a moment. "Alright, I have a mirror for you Vicky." Taylor turned her in place, letting her look in a mirror in the far wall. It was strange to see her new body, but her face was especially odd. Her lips had swollen and looked like she had dark red lipstick on and she found it much more comfortable to leave them slightly parted, like she was surprised or maybe expecting to put something in her mouth. Her eyes naturally had a wide look now, giving her entire face the look of a vapid expression.

"Wow," she whispered, not believing her own eyes. She pressed her legs together, not quite believing it. She looked like some overdone model or movie star, with a body bought and paid to look built for sex.

Taylor took her hand again. "Ready to keep going. Just your pussy and your bimbo brain and you'll be all done."

Vicky nodded and Amy continued. She watched in the mirror as her pussy lips spread and swelled slightly, making her pussy look larger and swollen with arousal. She would have liked to pretend that the juices beginning to drip from it were from the procedure and not from her enjoying what was happening. "Remember, extra nerve endings," Taylor reminded Amy. "Make her extra sensitive." Amy nodded and Vicky felt her pussy tingle. Taylor drew one finger across Vicky's pussy, making her shake and moan, overwhelmed by how powerful the slight touch was. "Now are you ready? Once your brain goes, I'll be sticking to script. Last chance to back down."

Vicky shook her head. "I'm ready. I'm not going to back down when I asked for you to do this to me. Come on Amy, make me a horny airhead."

She knew when Amy started immediately. At first, it was a tingling feeling in her head then she started to feel a little light-headed. The longer the tingling lasted, the harder it got to form coherent thoughts and the more a bubbly feeling built in her chest. She wasn't sure when she started giggling, but she knew that the fun tickly feeling was making her feel good. "Turn her libido to max," she heard someone familiar. Hard to remember. She did know that she was supposed to listen to that voice. "Make sure she's so horny she can't stand it."

Vicky moaned as her pussy suddenly felt so hot. Her juices leaked down her legs and she felt the burning need to have someone touch her hot fuck hole. "It's done mistress." Mistress. That was who had been talking earlier. Who was the new voice though? Her brain felt all fuzzy and tingly when she tried to think. It was much nicer to not think and just enjoy her hot pussy. She bet it would be better if mistress would touch her.

"Good whore," mistress said. Oh, so the other girl was whore. That sounded right. "Now get your gloves on. You're not allowed to touch either of us the rest of the night." She opened her eyes, looking at her tall dark haired mistress and the kneeling whore in shiny clothes. The kneeling girl was looking at her almost dumbstruck, clearly wanting her hot body.

"Mistress," she moaned, her voice coming out high and a little whiny. "My cunt is all wet. It feels so hot." She wiggled her hips, giggling as she watched whore's eyes follow her hips like she was hypnotized.

"Of course you do Vicki," mistress said. "Come over to the bed and stop teasing the whore. She doesn't get to touch you."

Vicki pouted. "Why not?" she asked. Why shouldn't someone touch her hot fuckable body? That was the point.

Mistress smiled softly. "Silly Vicki. Don't you remember? Whore likes when she doesn't get to touch hot little bodies like yours. See, look at how wet her pussy is not getting to touch you?"

Vicki frowned and looked down. Whore's pussy was really wet, running down her legs and dripping onto the floor and making a big mess. She nodded, satisfied. Wet pussies were always good things, so if whore got wet not touching her, it was a good thing. "Okay mistress." She giggled. "I guess I forgot."

Mistress smiled. "It's okay Vicki. You don't need to remember things. You just need to be pretty and sexy for me." She took Vicki's hand and led her over to the bed.

Vicki giggled again. "Oh, are you going to rub my pussy mistress? Please, it's really wet and horny."

Mistress smiled again. "Not yet Vicki. I want to feel that slutty mouth on my pussy first. If you do a good job licking my pussy, I'll get my strap-on and fuck your wet little hole instead of just using my fingers." She sat back on the bed and spread her legs, displaying her own wetness to Vicki. "Now give my pussy a big kiss and start licking it."

Vicki didn't need any more encouragement. She buried her face in her mistress's pussy and began to lick and suck on her wet folds. Her tongue slid inside her mistress's hot hole and her big pouty lips sucked her mistress's clit hard. The feeling of her mouth on her mistress's wet folds made her pussy even wetter and she soon lost herself in the haze of pleasure. Her mistress's moans brought her out of her pleasure induced trance as they got louder and louder. "Oh yes! Eat me Vicki. Suck my pussy until I cum!" Mistress through her head back and let out a scream of pleasure and Vicky tasted her mistress's juice flooding her mouth.

Vicki sat back on her heels panting, unable to think of anything other than the wonderful taste in her mouth and the burning need in her pussy. She moaned as mistress stroked her face, running her hand down her body to her breasts. "Good girl. Now get on the bed and raised that big bubble butt for me. I'm going to fuck your hot pussy."

Vicki giggled and climbed up on the bed, raising her ass and wiggling it back and forth to entice her mistress to take her fast. She heard mistress rummaging around for a moment, then a soft moan before she came back to the bed. She looked back and gasped at the big eight inch red dildo sticking out from her mistress's pussy. She moaned, imagining the thick toy splitting her pussy open.

Mistress grinned. "Like what you see?" She climbed up behind Vicki and slowly rubbed the hard toy against her pussy, making her moan and shake with pleasure. She pushed the toy inside, slowly filling Vicki's pussy with the cock. Vicki moaned again, nearly cumming the instant the toy entered her body. With a smile, her mistress began to ram her cock into her pussy, fucking her wet hole with long hard strokes. "That's my bimbo slut."

Vicki moaned louder, the pleasure erasing what few thoughts were left in her head. Her entire world was consumed with the feeling of her mistress's cock in her pussy. She screamed as her sensitive pussy came, though her mistress seemed unimpressed, continuing to plow her pussy. "Mistress!"

Her mistress groaned. "Your pussy is so tight," she moaned through her teeth, grabbing Vicki's rear and molesting her ass. "I can feel it trying to suck my cock in." She slapped Vicki's ass as she picked up the pace, sending Vicki into another climax non-stop. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum!"

Both girls let out one more cry of pleasure as Taylor rammed her strap-on in to the hilt and came hard. Vicki finally slumped forward, spent. Her entire body tingled and she felt tired and more light-headed than usual. "Mistress."

Taylor smiled as she pulled the soaked toy from her cunt. "Very good Vicki. Just relax dear. You were a perfect little bimbo slut today." She kissed Vicki, her mouth pressing gently against Vicki's pillowy lips and helping her lay back on the bed. "Now take a break." Vicki nodded slowly, rolling onto her back and letting her eyes close. Taylor smiled and kissed her forehead again.

She climbed off of the bed and walked back over to Amy, still kneeling on the other side of the room. Her thighs were coated with her juices and she was panting softly. Even with her face covered, Taylor could tell she was flushed. "Now what to do with you?" She smiled, looking down at the strap-on still around her waist. "Turn around and bend over. I'll give you want you want while your sister is resting cunt."

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Aisha threw the door to Taylor's place open. "Yo Taylor! I'm here!"

Taylor's voice came from in the bedroom. "I'll be out in a minute. I'm just getting something ready," she called back. "If you're still dressed when I get out there, you're going to be in trouble."

Aisha grinned as she stripped out of her tube top, kicked her boots aside, and slid her short shorts down, tossing them in a pile next to the door then stripped off her thong. She stretched, displaying her smooth dark skin and her curvy body to the room.

It was a few minutes before Taylor came in, wearing a short stone grey skirt and a t-shirt with an abstract splash of color on it. "Good girl." She patted Aisha's ass and smirked. "Give me a minute to my shoes and we can go."

"Sure. So, who you got in the other room?"

Taylor gave her a look. "Lisa. I've got her in the heavy latex suit and I'm trying out a new suspension rig." She grabbed her boots from the rack by the door.

"So you're just leaving her there while we go out. Kinky."

Taylor laughed. "Because you're one to talk. I've got a failsafe set up. She just has to hit a button with her finger and the rig releases. Though I think the loop of a bunch of us orgasming playing on her headphones and the vibrator on her crotch will keep her entertained until I get back."

"A bunch of us…"

Taylor slapped her ass again. "You, Sophia, Amy, me, and her own moans. I've been recording them for the last two weeks. Now, powers on. I don't want you exposed just yet."

Aisha nodded and vanished. Taylor closed her eyes and forced herself not to forget who she was walking with as she headed outside and down the street. She looked like any average teenager heading out to go shopping. She walked to the bus stop then got on the bus downtown, taking a seat at the back. "You still with me?"

She felt a touch on her shoulder and smiled. She sat back and spread her legs. If anyone tried to look under her skirt, they'd be able to see that she wasn't wearing any panties to cover her smooth shaved pussy. "Get between my legs and lick," she ordered quietly.

It only took a moment before she felt Aisha's warm tongue running along her pussy, quickly coaxing her slightly damp pussy to full wetness. The black girl kept her licks slow and measured, letting Taylor keep herself under control so they didn't give themselves away yet.

Taylor leaned back in her seat, enjoying Aisha's tongue and feeling her arousal slowly building. She almost didn't notice when they got to their stop downtown. "That's enough for now." She said. "Get off and head down the street and duck into an alley. I'll be nearby watching." She held out a small ear piece. "I'll be giving you instructions."

The pleasurable feeling of Aisha's tongue disappeared and the ear piece disappeared from her hands. She took a moment before following Aisha off the bus and putting her own ear piece in. "Powers off pet. Then walk down the street to the square at the end. No covering yourself."

She looked around and smiled as the nude girl stepped out onto the road, much to the surprise of the people around her as the saw her. Taylor kept distance behind her as she walked down to the street, enjoying watching Aisha's ass moving. She waited until her pet was standing in the middle of the square, and was the center of attention, before she gave more instructions. "Good girl. Now, find a bench and take a seat. Spread your legs and give these people a nice show while you relax."

Aisha took a deep breath when she heard the next order. She looked around, feeling everyone's eyes on her. Watching her naked body as she displayed herself. She found an empty bench near the middle of the square and sat down, spreading her legs to show her wet slit.

Taylor watched from a distance with a smile. "I can see your hot little pussy glistening from here. How wet are you slut? Check for me."

Aisha nodded so Taylor could see her agreeing and spread her legs wider, then ran her fingers along her pussy lips, moaning softly at the touch. She pulled her hand away, looking down at her fingers covered in her own juices. She looked up, looking around as people began stopping, watching her touch herself.

"You're fucking soaked aren't you slut? Suck that hand clean for me. Show these people exactly how much of a slut you are."

Aisha jammed her fingers into her mouth, slurping lewdly as she sucked her juices off her fingers. People were starting to whisper and point and she heard the click of cell phone cameras.

"Such a slut. Getting off with everyone watching your sloppy cunt. Go ahead and touch yourself again. Rub that hot little hole and finger yourself."

Aisha immediately began to stroke her pussy lips before sinking two fingers into her pussy. She pumped her hand, moaning as her thumb brushed her clit and her fingers searched for her g-spot.

"Grab your tits with your other hand. Give those hard nipples a good tug."

Aisha's free hand grabbed her left breast, massaging her large tits before grabbing her nipple and pulling it hard. A loud moan escaped her lips as heat surged from her tits. The crowd had all but surrounded the girl and cat calls started to join the whispers and occasional photos.

"That's a good girl. Now, give all those people watching you acting like a whore a good show. Really pound that cunt and moan for them."

Aisha's fingers began to move faster and her chest began to heavy as her breathing picked up. Her face flushed and more moans escaped her lips, getting louder and more frequent as she felt her climax getting closer and closer.

"Are you going to cum slut? Go ahead. Cum for all these people. Let them watch your pussy cumming."

Aisha fingers were a blur as she got closer and closer. Finally, she let out a scream of pleasure and arched her back as her pussy clamped down on her fingers and came hard. She slumped back panting, her nerves still singing from the sensations running through her body.

Taylor pressed her thighs together, feeling wetness running down her thighs as she watched Aisha performing for the crowd. "Very good pet. I hope you enjoyed your orgasm, because it's time to go. We're starting to attract too much attention. Head down to another alley and use your powers. Then head back to the bus stop."

Aisha groaned as she slowly climbed to her feet, not entirely trusting her legs. She hurried through the crowd, pushing past a couple of people and heading for another out of the way alley. She glanced around, making sure she wasn't being watched before letting her powers turn back on. She hurried back to the bus stop just in time to see Taylor getting on to the next bus. She hurried on and took a seat next to her mistress in the back. She squeezed Taylor's thigh to let her know she was there.

Taylor jumped slightly at the touch, but then realized what was happening. "You looked like you had fun out there pet." She spread her legs again. "Now it's my turn again. Get between my legs and lick. It's twenty minutes on this route to get back to our stop and if I haven't had at least two orgasms by the time we get there, I'm taking Lisa out of the suit and putting you in it for the rest of the day."

Aisha grinned as she slid between her mistress's legs and began to lap at her soaked pussy, pushing her tongue inside and ran her tongue over her clit.

Taylor leaned back and moaned softly, enjoying her pet's tongue for the ride home. "That's a good girl."

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Tanya couldn't quite bring herself to knock on the door. She looked up at the building that she knew was Skitter's hideout, trying to convince herself that she didn't want to go back. She was lying to herself, but she had to try.

She'd been fucking lucky when the Merchants had been torn apart by the fucking Slaughterhouse 9. She'd managed to half crawl her way to one of her cars and get away, but bleeding from having half her side torn open had left her hazier than the time she'd tested out a new designer mix they'd imported from Cuba. Damn, that stuff had been good.

She must have passed out on the road, because the next thing she remembered, she was being dragged out of her crashed car by a couple of masked girls. The rest of the night was even hazier somehow. She remembered the bug masked villain standing over her and the familiar sight of Panacea laying hands on her skin. Then everything just went black.

She woke up the next morning feeling better than she'd felt in years. Hell, she was in better shape than she'd been before her dad lost the family store when she was sixteen and she'd started buying to deal with losing everything. Waking up to realize that Skitter had saved her sorry ass was fucking weird. Realizing Panacea had burned the drugs out of her body was weirder. Realizing that she wouldn't be going through withdraw now that every supplier she knew in town was dead made her wonder if she was still unconscious and in some kind of trippy dream. Then she'd learned the kind of shit Skitter was into…

Tanya shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. She looked up at the building again, then finally knocked on the door. It took a couple of minutes before a teenage girl in a maid dress answered the door. The girl seemingly recognized her, because she just stood aside and let her in. "Mistress is upstairs," the girl said. "I'll tell her she has a guest." The maid disappeared back upstairs.

Tanya just nodded and stood in the entrance, looking around at the surprisingly nicely designed entryway. She felt unexpectedly awkward standing there in her cut-off shorts and her dirty crop top.

It took a few minutes before Skitter, no, Taylor. She was supposed to call her Taylor out of costume. It was a few minutes before Taylor made an appearance. "Tanya. Couldn't help taking me up on my offer huh?" She smiled knowingly.

Tanya hated herself for nodding. "I… fuck. You do shit to me you know. It's worse than when Skids would get pissed and not let me have my fix. And I fucking want it myself. It's not getting sick I just… Fuck. If you turned me into some weird sex addict…"

Taylor's smile grew. "I've got today free. Come with me. I have just what you need today." She gestured for Tanya to follow her as she led her into a backroom.

It was like every stereotypical sex dungeon she'd ever imagined put together. She recognized a few items, a wooden horse, a St. Andrew's cross, a set of stocks, but some of the things were just alien. And of course Taylor led her straight to one of the devices that she didn't recognize in the slightest.

"You can take off your clothes. You're definitely not going to need them."

Tanya took a moment then nodded again, pulling off her admittedly small outfit and tossing them aside. She stood in front of Taylor, feeling oddly uncertain of herself. Years of fucking Skidmark had left her with a surprisingly boring sex life. That shit faced drug addict hadn't had enough brain cells to be more creative with sex than occasionally doing it doggy style.

Taylor kept that small smile as she led her to a machine on the floor. It was a metal box with a rounded top and a fat eight inch dildo attached to the top. "The fuck is that?" Tanya asked.

"This is called a Sybian. I think you'll get exactly what you need from this." Taylor pulled a bottle of lube from the nightstand beside the bed and poured it over the dildo, stroking the cock to coat it in the slick liquid. "Come on. Climb on."

Tanya approached the device slowly, trying to ignore her pussy starting to dampen looking at the toy. Fuck, it wasn't fair that Taylor could turn her on so fucking fast. She shouldn't have let the bitch fuck her so soon after she's had her slut put her back together. She straddled the toy and lowered herself onto the toy, moaning softly as the dildo filled her cunt until she reached the base, pressing her hips against the device. She moaned again as she shifted on the toy, trying to get comfortable.

She yelped as Taylor pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed her hands together then ran a chain from the cuffs to the floor, keeping her from moving. The teen quickly pulled two straps over Tanya's ankles, trapping her legs in place. "There we go. We wouldn't want you thrashing around too much while you're enjoying my little machine." Well, that was a bit worrying. Taylor walked over to the nightstand again and pulled out a remote control. "Because I think this will be a little more intense than you're used to."

Tanya didn't have time to react before Taylor flipped the device to its first setting. She screamed as the machine sprang to life between her legs, vibrating and rotating deep in her pussy. "Fucking hell! God damn… shit!" Her entire body trembled from only a few moments on the machine.

Taylor smiled and let the device run for a few seconds longer, enjoying Tanya's screams as the toy ravaged her body then switched it off. "Well, what do you think of my new toy? I know you're always interested in my little machines. Is this one satisfying enough for this lovely pussy?" She reached down and ran her fingers over Tanya's clit.

The bound woman shuddered as her mistress's fingers dragged slowly over her swollen clit. "Fuck. I don't… yes. God, more."

Taylor smiled. "Good. Because I think you're going to be enjoying a very long ride for me while I get some work done. Paperwork is always so much more interesting with the pleasurable screams of one of my subs in the background. I'm sure you can handle an hour, no problem."

Tanya's eyes went wide. "What?! Oh fuck. No stop. God damn bitch!" She pulled at her bonds, realizing just what she'd gotten herself into

"Don't worry dear. I'm sure you can handle a few more orgasms than usual. Do you really want me to stop?"

Tanya ground her teeth, not answering for a moment. "No…" she admitted between clenched teeth.

Taylor caressed her cheek. "It's alright. You know the word if it's too much, right?" Tanya nodded slowly. "Good girl."

Tanya screamed again as the device sprang back to life, sending another wild surge of pleasure through her. Taylor took the remote and moved to a desk on the other side of the room, sitting down and beginning to go through a stack of papers. She didn't even look at her bound sub.

Tanya didn't take long to work her way to her first orgasm. Taylor fiddled with the controls a bit as she drew closer, forcing out louder and louder moans until she couldn't handle it anymore, sending Tanya straight over the edge. Her eye lids fluttered, her back arched, and her body tensed as her juices ran down the machine.

Taylor didn't respond to her moans beyond adjusting the speed a little more and going back to her work.

Tanya groaned as the device drew her orgasm out, stringing her along until Taylor turned the toy down enough to let her get off the peak. She slumped feeling overloaded and tingly. She groaned as the toy kept going, not letting her body fully relax and forcing her to keep riding the sensation. She groaned as she felt the device rapidly picking up again. "Cunt munching bitch! Fuck!" Her body responded faster than her mind was ready for it, dragging her back to the edge and over into another climax in only a few minutes. She screamed as her body shook and her pussy spasmed like it was trying to milk the dildo ravaging her hole.

She slumped again as the machine wound down again, giving her just enough to get off the peak before jumping straight back to the powerful vibrations and twists, driving her toward yet another climax. "God damn it!" She let out another scream as she cums again.

Taylor dragged it out as long as she could, making her ride the climax as long as possible before easing the Sybian down. "Having fun pet?"

Tanya groaned, just glad to have a full minute without the machine driving her toward another climax. She hadn't even realized Taylor was watching her again for a moment "Fucking cunt… too much…" Trying to form complete sentences was a bit beyond her skill set while her entire body was still tingling and her head was fuzzy from the rapid fire climaxes.

Taylor walked over to her, dropping to one knee and flicking her clit, making Tanya squeal and buck. "Mmmm, you really liked that. Look how soaked you've made my toy. That was three orgasms in eight minutes. And it's going to get worse. I'm going to keep milking the pleasure out of your dripping cunt until you're begging me to stop. And maybe if I'm satisfied, I'll actually listen."

Tanya whimpered as the Sybian kicked up again and Taylor walked back to her desk. She believed every word from Taylor's mouth. She tried to hold back her climax, but her body was too worked up from the last three and the machine was too powerful to fight. Another orgasm tore from her body, making her scream again.

She lost track of how many times the thing had made her cum somewhere between the twenty and thirty minute mark. She lost track of how long she'd even been on the thing a few minutes later. Her throat was raw from screaming and her lungs burned as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel a soreness building deep inside her as her inner walls reflexively clamped around the hard toy every time it forced another climax from her body. She just wanted to collapse and let it stop, but the bonds kept her firmly in place on the machine. She almost cried with relief as she felt the machine winding down again, but whimpered softly when the device didn't turn off all the way.

"How has your last hour been slut? Does your pussy feel wonderful, cumming over and over again? Or are you getting sore and exhausted?"

"Please, no more mistress." Tanya dragged the last word through her teeth with a great deal of effort. "Please, my cunt can't take anymore."

Taylor giggled in a way that sent a chill down Tanya's spine. "That's too bad. I hoped that you'd be able to last a little longer. Don't worry, we'll work on your endurance over our next few sessions. By the time I'm done, you'll be able to go twice as long before you're begging for it to end. Now, can you give me one more today?"

Tanya really hoped that Taylor was fucking with her and not actually planning to train her to have two hours of next to non-stop orgasms. "Fuck it. Yes mistress."

Taylor's grin made her regret the words the moment they were out of her mouth. "Good girl. Now, I'm going to build you up slowly, let the last one build until your sore tired cunt is ready to burst, then you're going to have the biggest orgasm of your life. But I'm not letting you over the edge until I get mine." She peeled off her jeans and kicked them aside, revealing her white panties soaked clean through with her juices. "Look what all your screaming did to me. I told you I loved it." She slid her panties down, revealing her slick pink pussy. "So if you want it to end, I suggest you put that tongue to work."

Tanya leaned forward as much as possible, dragging her tongue along Taylor's slit and tasting her juices. Between her legs, the machine began to build again, moving agonizingly slowly after her last few climaxes. Taylor moaned softly and shifted forward a bit to let Tanya lick her more easily.

"Oh yeah. Lick me. Get that tongue in there deep." Taylor grabbed the back of Tanya's head with her free hand and pulled her tighter against her while her other hand carefully manipulated the Sybian's remote.

Tanya groaned and pushed her tongue in deep, stroking Taylor's slit and searching for a moment before running her tongue across her mistress's swollen clit. Taylor let out a gasp and tensed, feeling the spark of pleasure shoot straight to her center. "Fuck! Right there. Keep going!"

Tanya flicked her clit again, dragging her tongue from the bottom of Taylor's pussy to the hard nub. She began to grind her hips against the machine, feeling the pleasure building higher and higher, keeping her tantalizingly close to one last big climax.

Taylor let out a loud moan. "Oh yeah, you're almost there. You're going to cum with me slut. We're both going to cum hard!"

Tanya took her clit between her lips and sucked it, smiling in spite of herself as Taylor threw her head back and screamed, letting her juices explode over Tanya's face as the pleasure filled her whole body. "Cum now!" Tanya's eyes went wide as the machine jumped to its highest speed throwing her over the edge. She screamed into Taylor pussy as the overloading sensation made her entire body tense up. The orgasm lasted almost a full minute before she went limp, slumping on the Sybian as it finally turned off.

Tanya barely reacted as Taylor unhooked her from the machine, letting her mistress guide her to the bed. She collapsed, still panting and reluctantly looked down at her pussy. Her thighs were completely stained with her juices and her pussy with slightly swollen and red from the endless stimulation. She felt sore deep inside herself, but it wasn't an entirely unpleasant kind of discomfort. More like a mix of totally spent and extremely satisfied.

"Here." She looked up, taking a moment to realize Taylor was offering her a half full bottle of cold water. The other half seemed to have been used to wet a towel in her other hand. She took the bottle, gladly taking long gulps to replenish her body. "You did good today." Taylor climbed between her legs, gently rubbing down her thighs and cleaning off her juices before gently rubbing her pussy, drawing a soft groan from Tanya. "Anything wrong? Anything feel painful?"

"Sore," she replied. "Like I just took six big black dicks in a non-stop gangbang. But… kinda good. Like the gangbang actually satisfied me."

"That's about what I was expecting. Forced orgasms do that most of the time. Make sure you drink plenty, because you used a lot of fluids. I'll get another bottle of water. You just relax."

Tanya just nodded dumbly and fell back on the bed again, feeling comfortable for the first time in a very long time.

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Ruth was kneeling on the floor, completely naked. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She knew that after today, there would be no going back. She could still say no, just tell Taylor that she wasn't interested and just leave. No one knew what she was doing. She could go find Hookwolf, or even that traitorous bitch Purity, and tell them she'd just been displaced after Leviathan's attack. They'd take her back. They never have to know that she'd considered giving in to her deviant desires. All she had to do was tell Taylor she'd changed her mind as soon as she came back. It would be easy.

She heard the door opening and looked up. She'd been ordered not to, but she was leaving anyway. It would be fine. Then her jaw dropped. Taylor was wearing something out of her wettest dreams. Thigh high black leather boots that left just enough skin between their tops and Taylor's black thong to be utterly tantalizing covered her legs while elbow length leather gloves encased her arms and a black underbust corset that lifted her small breasts enough to actually give her some definition. A stereotypical SS officer's cap sat on her hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail to keep it under control. Ruth tried to marshal the will to tell her she'd changed her mind, but all that came out was a soft whimpering. She pressed her legs together, ashamed that she was letting herself get wet from this.

"It's appropriate that you're so in awe of me slut," Taylor said, tapping a riding crop against her leather covered palm. "But I seem to recall ordering you to keep your eyes on the ground. You do not have permission to look at me. Your inferior eyes only belong on my boots." She grabbed Ruth's hair, shoving it back down so she was staring at the toes of Taylor's boots.

Ruth yelped, startled out of her stunned state by Taylor's roughness. She swallowed hard, about to say that she was done, but her voice caught in her throat. "I don't want her to stop." She whimpered as the intruding thought echoed in her head. She tried to tell herself it wasn't true, but the heat building between her thighs and the pounding in her chest told her she was lying over and over again with each passing second. "I want her to do this to me. I want to have sex with a girl. I'm a dyke. And I'm okay with that." She clenched her hands, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself.

Taylor seemed to notice that her sub was panicking. "Are you alright?" she asked softly, dropping out of character and dropping to one knee to check on her. "Hey, look at me. What's wrong?"

The panicked pounding in her chest seemed to die back as Taylor's hand settled on her shoulder. "Nothing mistress," she said. "Just last minute hesitation."

"We don't have to do this until you're comfortable."

Ruth shook her head. "If I back out, I'll keep making excuses every time I try. I… please continue mistress. I'm sorry I panicked."

Taylor hesitated a moment, then stood up again. "Very well cunt. I believe you need a little reminder why you're supposed to obey my orders. Raise that tight little ass."

Ruth raised her ass in the air, pressing her face against the hard wood floor. She braced herself, expecting the blow before it happened. She still yelped as the crop smacked her ass, once twice, eventually five times. The sting sent a pulse of arousal to her waiting snatch and she shifted, trying to stay still obediently for her mistress.

"I can see you're already getting wet you little bitch. Your drippy little slit likes it doesn't it?"

"Yes mistress. Thank you mistress."

Taylor gave a rather exaggerated scoff. "You can thank me by learning to obey. I am your superior in every way and you will learn to serve me. Now kiss my boots cunt."

Ruth pressed her lips against the tops of Taylor's boots, tasting the hard leather. She shifted in place, keeping her head down and waiting for more orders.

"I didn't say you could stop. Keep going, work your way up my boots until you kiss my thighs."

Ruth eagerly went to work, slowly kissing her way up the leather and letting the taste and smell fill her head. Her pussy pulsed again, desperate for a little attention, but she ignored it, entirely focused on serving her mistress. She pressed her lips against Taylor's warm thighs, just once on each before leaning back again.

"Mmmm, that's nice slut. You're learning." She cupped Ruth's chip, lifting her face up so she was staring directly at the crotch of her panties. The black silk was already slightly damp. "You see this slut?"

"Yes mistress."

"And you know what's under there. My perfect Aryan pussy."

"Yes mistress." Ruth's voice came out breathy and her gaze was fixed on Taylor's panties.

"And you want it so bad don't you? You're practically drooling over the thought of sticking your tongue in there and licking my hot slit until I cum all over your face. You want to worship my superior snatch until you've pleased me and proved your worth as my deviant lesbian slave."

"Yes. Please mistress!" Ruth voice rose without her even realizing it.

Taylor's fingers slid over the front of her panties, catching the waistband momentarily. "You wish slut." She dropped Ruth's chin, letting her eyes fall back to the ground. "Maybe one day you'll actually earn the right to suck my pussy like a good little lezy slut." She turned around, directing Ruth's gaze to her slim ass. "Instead, you're going to get the chance to worship my tight ass. Get started."

Ruth groaned as she was denied even a glimpse of her mistress's pussy, but eagerly kissed each of her ass cheeks, running her tongue along Taylor's smooth skin. She pulled the strap of Taylor's thong aside and spread her cheeks, revealing her rosebud. She placed a kiss on the tight hole and ran her tongue around it, lapping at her mistress's rear hole. The dry musky taste sent another surge of desire through her and she moaned softly.

Taylor moaned right along with her, cupping her own breasts and running her hands over her hard nipples as Ruth tongued her ass. "Yesss… That's it little slave. How do you like my ass?"

Ruth circled Taylor's hole with her tongue again, slowly teasing it open. "It's wonderful mistress." She worked the tip of her tongue inside, wiggling it around and spreading Taylor open enough to push her tongue in deeper.

Taylor moaned and pinched her nipples softly, rolling them between her fingers. "Fuck. Yes, tongue fuck my asshole my little slave. Make me cum."

Ruth was, despite herself, quite happy to comply. Her tongue dragged in and out of her mistress's ass, wiggling and twitching as deep as she could in Taylor tight hole. She could feel the heat gather between her legs and her juices starting to overflow from her pussy as she serviced her mistress.

Taylor's moans grew louder and her body tensed up as Ruth's tongue continued relentlessly. "Here it cums slut!" She screamed as she came, soaking her panties completely with her juices. Ruth sat back on her heals panting, still staring at Taylor's ass. "Very well done slut. Now crawl to the bed and bend over it so I can see that tight ass shake and that juicy pussy dripping."

Ruth turned and crawled across the floor, letting her ass sway back and forth as she moved. She climbed up and took the ordered position across the bed, spreading her legs to display herself and raising her ass in the air.

"You really are fucking wet aren't you?" Taylor commented as she walked to the other side of the room. Ruth could hear her opening a drawer, but kept her eyes firmly averted. "Look at that pussy, leaking down your legs like that. Tell me, are you so wet because you're just that much of a slut, or are you wet just for me?"

Ruth didn't even have to think about it. "I'm wet for you mistress. Your beautiful superior body makes me so hot. I love it so much."

She heard Taylor's boots against the floor as she walked up behind her. "Very good. Now, I'm going to give you a choice pet. Your dripping pussy is going to get to cum now. But you get to pick how it does. You can either masturbate for my amusement, or I can take you and make you cum myself. If you rub your little slit for me, then you can walk out of here, no strings attached. If I get you off though, then you're mine. You will be a slave to my superior body until I decide otherwise. Your choice."

Ruth bit her lip. Damn Taylor for giving her another chance to back out, especially now that she was bent of the bed waiting for her mistress to have her way with her. Fuck, she could just say screw it, finger herself for a few minutes then walk out, let this be her dirty little secret. "Please take me mistress."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes mistress. Please, I want to be yours."

"You have permission to admire me." Ruth turned her head and froze. Taylor was standing behind her with a thick eight inch strap-on firmly between her legs. "I hope your ready pet. Because now you're all mine."

Ruth spread her legs wider. "Yes mistress."

Taylor stepped forward, gripping her hips and pushing the strap-on against Ruth's pussy. She entered slowly, though Ruth's soaked slit easily accepted the large toy. Ruth's hands gripped the bed sheets tight and a moan escaped her lips as the thickness spread her wide open. She groaned as she felt Taylor's hips pressing against hers as the toy bottomed out. She was unexpectedly proud that her pussy could handle her mistress's toy.

Taylor leaned over and Ruth gasped as she felt warm lips pressing against her neck. "So accepting. Your pussy's practically sucking my cock in." She began to move slowly, pumping her sub's pussy with long deep strokes.

Ruth moaned as her mistress began to speed up, the dildo slamming into her slit faster with each passing moment. Her long ignored pussy spasmed and sucked at the intrusion and she could feel the heat rapidly building in her core. "Oh god! So good… getting…" Her words were lost as Taylor shifted her angle a bit and she felt the strap-on rub against something very nice inside her. "Yes!" Her whole body tensed for a moment then she screamed as the pressure released all at once as her orgasm ripped through her.

She went limp over the bed as she came down from her peak, panting softly. The feeling of her mistress's cock sliding out of her felt distant and left her rather empty. She felt Taylor's lips against her neck against then her hands gripping her shoulders and rolling her over. Taylor's lips pressed gently against her own and her hand cupped her face while the other ran through her hair.

"You did amazingly," Taylor said softly. She kissed her again, then reluctantly moved away, fumbling to get the toy off before jumping back on the bed with her submissive. "My pretty new girl."

Ruth blushed and curled up next to Taylor, letting her wrap her arms around her. "If I'd backed out, I wouldn't have been able to do this. Worth it. In every way."

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Sabah collapsed in her chair, fanning herself with one hand and extremely glad to finally be out of her costume. A short skirt and a tank top were so much more comfortable. In theory, her plan was fine. And it conveniently made sure that the E88 didn't decide to come hunting the lone Arab parahumans who set-up shop in their town. Realistically, wearing a heavy wig and a costume that covered every inch of her skin was hot especially with summer coming. She missed the air conditioning in her shop. "Too many other things to do," she reminded herself rather humorlessly. "And no end to it in sight. Keeping a territory is hard work, especially with half the city still in ruins." She sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She didn't even want to run a territory. But with everyone displaced by Leviathan and everyone hurt by the Nine, thank god that nightmare was gone for good, she either had to step up or give up Doll Town and let someone else run it. She trusted no one enough for that. "Skitter owes me for all this." Well, Skitter was coming to pay her back anyway.

Lily wandered into the room, having stripped out of her costume and dressed in a grey sports bra and panties, obviously meant for function rather than appearance. "You look like you're thinking about something," she commented carefully.

Sabah smiled softly. Her lover always tried to keep her from getting in too deep with some of her darker thoughts. "Just… tired I guess. I never wanted this. Playing leader, running the city with a group of parahumans warlords."

"You didn't have to agree to it." There was a hint of reproach in Lily's voice. She still didn't quite like Skitter, despite their alliance. She trusted her, with as much reluctance as she could get away with, but she didn't like her.

"I did though. Or it would mean leaving everyone I promised to look out for to the Undersiders. And no matter what happens, I won't give up what's mine to someone else."

"Hmmm, so what about me then?" Lily teased, crossing the room and dropping on Sabah's lap.

"You are most certainly mine," Sabah said with a grin. She cupped Lily's cheek and kissed her on the lips. "All mine." She kissed her again, a little more forcefully, then placed another kiss on Lily's neck, eliciting a gasp from her lover.

Sabah's hands didn't have time to start wandering before she heard the doorbell ringing. "I think that's our guest."

"Must we?"

Sabah playfully slapped Lily's ass. "You're the one who suggested we let her give us some lessons. Having second thoughts?"

Lily frowned. "Wondering what I was thinking when I suggested we have Skitter teach you to dominate me."

"That she's topping half the parahumans in the city so she has to be doing something right?"

"That she's managed to be sleeping with half the parahumans in the city and make all of them okay with it. Somehow."

"You don't have to worry about that dear. No matter how she touches you, you're still mine. And no matter what she does with me, I'm always yours." She kissed her again, another gentle peck on the lips. The doorbell rang again, two quick rings.

"I'll get it," Lily said, reluctantly climbing out of her lover's lap. Sabah sat back in her chair, taking a moment to relax before Lily returned with their guest.

Taylor seemed to have decided to find the balance between comfortable and sexy and was wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt that Sabah almost swore she could see her nipples through and a dangerously short skirt along with comfortable sandals. "Good afternoon you two," Taylor said with a grin. "I'm a little surprised you let your girlfriend greet me in her underwear."

"You're going to be seeing more soon anyway," Sabah replied dryly.

Taylor chuckled. "I'm not going to do anything you're not comfortable with. That's rule number one for everything about BDSM."

Sabah wasn't sure if that was meant to be a reprimand or a reassurance. "Well, should we take things to the bedroom then?" she asked, deciding to not think about it too hard.

Taylor smiled. "Let's do that." Lily led the way into Sabah's private room. It was actually rather large, with a huge king-sized bed draped with gossamer thin curtains and heavy curtains blocking the windows. The closet hung half open, displaying dozens of intricate outfits, mostly made by Sabah herself, along with a few… extras that Taylor had gifted them when they'd asked for lessons. "Right, so do you mind if I go over the list you gave me? Just to check everything."

Lily shook her head. "Go ahead."

Taylor pulled a piece of paper from her shoulder bag. "Let's see… things we're definitely good for today. Dirty talk with a little insulting such as slut, slave, toy, etc., oral and vaginal sex, breast play, toy use including penetration, lubricants, bondage, obedience training, mild punishment such as spanking and light breast or back flogging, latex, heavy rubber, and doll play. Is that everything?"

Sabah nodded. "I think that sounds right." It was surprising how Taylor sounded almost clinical as she listed their desires.

"Alright. Hard limits. Any piercings or drawing blood, no breath play or choking, no watersports or anything more extreme than that, no permanent markings. Soft limits. Anal sex, sensory restrictions such as blindfold, ear plugs, etc., clamps, any unlisted punishments, any partners beyond the three of us. Are those all correct? Anything not on any list I've given you, we will all discuss before practicing."

There was a rather long silence. "How the hell did you make that sound like a shopping list?" Lily demanded, finally breaking the silence. "Seriously?"

Taylor sighed and sat down on a plush chair near the closet. "Because BDSM is work. A lot of work. That's just the most basic part, establishing kinks and limits. Every time you have a session, it needs to be planned to make sure you know what you're doing and no one's uncomfortable with the scenario. You need to make sure you have all the toys in good working order. Check keys for locks, back-up keys, and back-ups for the back-ups. Make sure straps and ropes aren't going to injure skin or cut off circulation. Check that all toys have batteries that need them and aren't going to hurt someone by malfunctioning."

Sabah was actually surprised by how tired Taylor looked. "So… are you okay?"

Taylor smiled. "I'm alright. Just trying to make it clear. I love BDSM. I love most of my submissives and I'm great friends with the ones I'm not in love with. We've learned each other's kinks and limits. But you need to be willing to devote the time and effort to the game and to each other if you're going to get as deep into this as I am."

"I… I'm willing to do that for Lily," Sabah said after a moment. "I… she… we care about each other enough that we're willing to try." Despite her fumbling, her voice was firm.

Taylor looked at Lily expectantly. "Well?"

Lily nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Absolutely. I gave up my life to come here for her. I love her, and I want this."

Taylor smiled. "Good. If you both hadn't been completely sure, I'd have stopped right now and left." She jumped to her feet and clapped her hands. "Okay, let's establish a pecking order. Sabah and I are both your dominants today. You will obey us. If we give contradictory orders, ask for clarification. If I see an obvious safety hazard, I'll call a stop to while we work it out. Now, do you have a safe word picked out?"

"Leviathan," Lily said. "If I'm screaming that, there's either something wrong, or the Endbringer sirens should already be going off."

"Okay, sounds good to me. You give it, we go full stop. We might not end the session, but we definitely stop whatever we're doing and wind down so we can work out what's wrong." She turned to Sabah. "Just because we're both topping Lily does not mean one of us tops the other. We work together to make this work for her and you. I'm just here to show you how to do this right on your own. But she's your girlfriend so if either of you aren't comfortable with me doing something to the other, tell me."

Sabah nodded. "Alright."

Taylor put her list away. "Perfect. Well, first things first." She pointed at Lily. "Naked. Now."

Lily unfastened her bra, tossing it aside to reveal her firm C-cups and slid her panties down. Sabah tried not to look like she was admiring her girlfriend's tight abs and trim body while she stripped naked for them.

She was a bit surprised when Taylor started stripping too. "You're going to want to be comfortable for this." Sabah learned two things as Taylor stripped. She had in-fact seen nipple earlier, since Taylor didn't appear to wear a bra, and Taylor liked lacy thongs.

She snapped out of it as she began to undress herself, tossing her own skirt aside, quickly followed by her tank top and her bra, though she left her own red panties on. "So what first?"

"That's your call. What do you want to do?"

Sabah thought about it. "I think I just want to play a little first. A little warm up."

Taylor smiled. "Sounds like fun. On the bed pet. We're going to have our way with you."

Lily crawled to the middle of the bed as Sabah and Taylor climbed up on either side of her. Sabah made the first move, kissing Lily's neck and running her hand over her breasts. Her fingers brushed her nipples and she grinned as she found them already hard. Lily gasped softly as Taylor's hands joined the game, tracing her abs and trailing a little lower, but not sliding between her legs just yet.

"Such a pretty pet," Taylor whispered, just loud enough for both girls to hear. "She's nice and sensitive, isn't she?"

Sabah smiled, pinching one of Lily's nipples hard enough to make her gasp. "Very. But I'm not sure it's fair that she's getting all the attention."

Taylor returned her smile. "Oh, that's very true. Pet, play with your girlfriend for me. Show me how your work her up when you're alone together."

Lily leaned over, grabbing Sabah dusky tits and rubbing the slowly before taking one of her nipples in her mouth. Her tongue slowly teased the point for a moment, then released it with a small pop. Sabah moaned softly as Lily repeated the treatment on her other nipple, leaving both slightly wet and rock hard. Her hands trail down her lover's body, running across her flat stomach and gripping her hips, stroking them slowly.

Sabah moaned again as Lily's hands found her thighs. She looked over her shoulder, seeing Taylor slowly rubbing her own breasts and running her hands down her body. "As fun as foreplay is, let's keep things moving," Sabah said after a moment.

Lily just nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"So, shall we move on to the main event? We've got three options. You can rub Lily down with the lube while I watch, I can rub Lily down with the lube while you watch, or she can do herself while we sit here and play."

"Lily, grab the lotion from the wardrobe and do yourself. Slowly. I want to enjoy this."

"Yes ma'am." Lily reluctantly left the two dominants on the bed and dug a bottle out of the wardrobe. She poured the lube over her body, letting the cool streams run over her skin before rubbing it in. Her skin seemed to glisten where she coated it and she let out a low moan as she cupped her breasts and massaged the lotion into her tits.

Sabah felt herself getting wetter as she watched Lily's hands roaming all over her body. "I love this part," Taylor said, leaning over and wrapping her arms around Sabah's waist. "Watching them get all oiled and slippery, just begging to be touched by their mistress." Taylor's hand slid between Sabah's legs, brushing against her wet slit. "Mmmm, it makes me soaking wet too."

Sabah couldn't help checking, feeling Taylor's juicy pussy with two fingers. Taylor gave a small gasp at Sabah's rough touch, but giggled. "I think she's almost done." Lily had stopped rubbing herself with the lotion, transfixed by the sight of the two mistress's teasing each other. Her skin glistened with the lube.

"I think you're right. Would you like to do the honors?"

Sabah flicked her wrist, calling one of the snow white latex suits out of the closet with her powers. Lily caught it before Sabah's powers dropped it to the ground. "Dress dear."

Lily quickly obeyed, carefully working her way into the latex suit. It clung to her like a second skin, even with the lotion making it easier to pull on, and covered everything below the neck save for her hands and a carefully placed cut-out that exposed her wet pussy. She tensed as Taylor and Sabah both stepped up to examine her, eyeing her body like hungry animals.

"Lovely," Taylor said, grabbing the lube again and quickly applying another layer to Lily's body. The sub moaned softly as Sabah and Taylor's hands joined forces in covering her from head to toe. "She's going to be gorgeous in layers."

Sabah called another matching suit from the closet and the two mistresses went to work pulling it on over the first. Lily could feel the weight and tightness of the latex closing around her as they sealed the suit over her body. She shivered, wondering if they'd get angry if she begged them to touch her already.

"I think just one more today," Taylor said, snapping her from her thoughts. "Three is already a lot for a first timer." Lily thought she was going to go crazy as they repeated the process again, their hands insistently running over her latex covered breasts and caressing her tight ass. Taylor gave a playful slap on her rear as she finished and Sabah brought out another suit for her. Lily couldn't tell if it was actually getting hard to breath or if her excitement was getting to her. This time, a pair of white elbow length gloves join the suit, covering everything below her neck other than her pussy, which she was fairly certain was starting to drip straight down her legs.

"Last part," Sabah said, her excitement creeping into her voice. She called out a white latex mask, completely featureless except for two eye holes, tiny slits for the nose and ruby red lips locked in a 'O' by a build in ring gag. "Once I put this on you, you're more than my lover or my submissive. You're my doll. My perfect obedient toy. Are you ready?"

Lily nodded. "Yes mistress. Please, make we your toy."

Sabah glanced at Taylor once and received a smile and a nod. She pulled the mask over Lily's head, carefully tucking her hair underneath and aligning the holes so that the gag fit nicely into her mouth and she could breathe properly through her nose. "You're mine. My lovely toy." Her hands ran over Lily's body, moving slowly down her chest until she reached her slick pussy. Lily moaned as two of Sabah's fingers slid smoothly into her cunt. "My horny sex doll."

Sabah looked over at Taylor again, who had found a dildo somewhere and was teasing herself with in her seat near the closet. "Don't look at me, you're doing great. Keep it up." Taylor ran the quietly buzzing cock against her slit, then began to pump it inside herself with short slow strokes.

Sabah turned her focus back to Lily, slowly pumping her two fingers inside her and drawing another moan from her toy. "That's it. You like mistress's fingers, don't you?" Lily nodded, closing her eyes and focusing on the sensation. "Toys get pleasure after their mistress." A disappointed moan broke from Lily's lips as Sabah removed her fingers and held them up to Lily's mouth. "Clean me."

Lily quickly obeyed, licking her juices from her mistress's fingers. Her eyes followed Sabah's walk as she returned to the bed and sat on the edge, spreading her legs to display her own wetness. "Time to earn your pleasure toy. Lick me." Lily moved to obey, but it felt strange walking in the layer of latex.

"Crawl to her," Taylor suddenly interjected. "On your hands and knees like a good slave."

Lily blushed, though she was a little glad neither of them could see it, and dropped to her knees. She crawled to her mistress, looking up at her. Sabah's calm smile made her shiver as she leaned in and began to lick her slit. The familiar taste of her lover's pussy calmed her last few nerves, letting her shut out everything as focus completely on bringing Sabah to her climax. Her tongue lapped at her juices and pushed inside her hole, teasing her relentlessly before finding her clit and flicking it repeatedly. She let out a moan as she felt a slap on her ass, but all it did was leave a slight sting and send a burst of arousal straight to her own sex. She shivered and wiggled her ass, silently asking for another while she ate Sabah's pussy.

Taylor gladly accommodated her, slapping her a little harder. "I think she's actually managed to find her subspace," she commented. "That usually doesn't happen so easily." She slapped each cheek again, hard enough to draw a small moan from Lily, but not enough to distract her from her task.

"Her… oh, deeper… her what?"

"You know when you get really focused on something and you kind of forget everything else? That can happen to the sub during a session. It makes things more intense, everything becomes pleasurable. Just be careful when she's like this in the future. She'll feel less pain from all the hormones flooding her system, so she won't notice if you get a little too hard on her."

"I don't… fuck do my clit more… I don't really like giving pain."

"Just control. I know the feeling." She cupped Lily's sex, slowly rubbing her outer lips. "Just be careful with bondage then so she doesn't pull anything."

"O… oh!... Taylor get my… yes! Almost there!... Get my strap-on. I want to fuck my sex doll once she's done eating me. Oh yes!"

Taylor grinned and left to grab the strap-on from the wardrobe. Behind her, she heard Sabah's voice become a shrill scream as Lily brought her over the edge. She returned to the bed as Lily sat back on her heels and stared up at the two of them.

Sabah took the seven inch toy and buckled it around her waist, moaning softly as the smaller dildo on the inside of the straps slid into her pussy. "Eat Taylor while I fuck you senseless. She deserves a good orgasm for coming to help us today. And if you cum before her, you're in for a much more intense spanking than what you just got."

Taylor dropped on the bed and moaned as Lily jumped to fulfill her orders, driving her tongue into Taylor's pussy. Sabah rubbed the toy against Lily's pussy for a moment, then drove it in with one thrust. "Oh fuck, she's eager," Taylor groaned as Lily's tongue spread her lips open.

Lily moaned loudly into Taylor's pussy and gripped the edge of the bed to hold herself in place as Sabah thrust into her from behind. She tried to focus on Taylor's pussy, licking the subtly different taste from her lips, but every time Sabah slammed into her her head went blank and the pleasure surged through her. She ran her tongue up and down, trying to pick out sensitive spots and quickly locating Taylor's clit. Her tongue flicked the hard nub and she moaned again as she felt the pressure in her core growing dangerously close to overflowing. She licked harder and faster, trying to push Taylor over the edge before she lost control and came on her mistress's cock.

Fortunately, Taylor was more than worked up enough from her own teasing. She forced Lily's mouth tight against her pussy and let out a loud cry, letting her juices filling Lily's waiting mouth. Sabah's fingers found her clit a moment later. "Cum now doll. Cum for me." Lily's body shuddered as the pleasure overwhelmed her and she came hard. She slumped forward, falling on the ground with her mistress's toy still buried inside her.

Lily felt a little dizzy as Taylor and Sabah both helped her onto the bed and Sabah peeled the mask off her face. Her body felt heavy as she fell back, but a tingling burst of energy shot through her when Sabah kissed her on the lips.

"You're both going to feel exhausted," Taylor said. "It takes a lot more out of you than you think to do something like this. Hang on, I'll get you something to drink. Then I'd suggest you two get a cool shower together." She winked and left the two cuddling on the bed.

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Marissa found herself wondering exactly how she'd ended up where she was right now. It had started out so simple. No one had questioned it when Skitter had snatched Panacea out of New Wave. Fuck, they'd been thrilled when she'd pulled it off. Krouse had practically begged for Skitter to get the healer to take a look at Noelle. Though explaining why they had a borderline S-class threat hiding under the city had been an interesting talk. Of course Krouse, being Krouse, had gotten antsy waiting and finally sent her over to see when the hell Panacea could try to fix his girlfriend. When Taylor had entered the door in what amounted to a bra and panties, she probably should have known something was up. When she'd found Panacea chained to the wall in Taylor's office dressed in a latex cat suit, she should have turned the fuck around and come back later. Instead she just kind of stood there looking dumbstruck for a minute, wondering what the hell was going on.

Taylor had gotten embarrassed when she realized that Marissa had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on. Apparently, she had actually forgotten that Marissa didn't know about her relationship with Amy. How the hell did she forget that having fucking Panacea as her sex slave wasn't common knowledge? Did that many fucking people know about this? She'd finally decided to make herself scarce after a couple of stuttered questions about when Amy would be free. Taylor had been remarkably calm about the mess, suggesting that Amy come by in a week or two once she'd had some time to figure out exactly what she could actually do to help Noelle. Marissa had taken what she could get and bolted.

She'd sent Krouse a text and headed straight for her base so she could forget the last twenty minutes of her life. Her stupid stupid head had other ideas though. Instead, she kept seeing the image of Amy tied up against the wall, her body straining against the skin-tight latex and her face flushed with arousal. She had never been so glad to have running water in her life. But whoever had said that a cold shower helped clear your head was lying. Standing under the shower head with the cold water running over her limber body just gave her more time to think of what kind of… things Taylor was doing to Amy. She wasn't even into girls. Or at least she hadn't thought she was. The image of Taylor slowly caressing Amy's body, fingers trailing over latex and soft whimpers escaping Amy's lips, kept intruding and she realized that the dampness between her legs wasn't from the shower.

The worse part was actually talking to Taylor again. She knew she was blushing and she kept stuttering when she tried to talk. And it somehow was more embarrassing than the fact that she kept picturing Taylor in her underwear whenever she saw her. Finally, Taylor had invited her over to work things out. Work things out turned out to include a lot of touching. And moaning. And a vibrator. And had ended with an open invitation to come back again some time. So now she was tied to Taylor's bed, naked, with a silk blindfold covering her eyes and wondering why the hell she'd decided to come back.

The sound of Taylor's heels against the ground snapped her out of her thoughts. "Comfortable dear?" She felt the bed move as Taylor sat down next to her and heard something being set on the nightstand.

Marissa nodded. "I'm doing alright." Taylor's spider silk cloth was surprising comfortable considering it was strong enough to hold her down without so much as budging.

She could feel Taylor moving on the bed as she leaned in close. "Good." She almost jumped as Taylor whispered in her ear. "Because you're exactly where I want you."

Marissa felt Taylor's lips press gently against her own, then let out a small gasp as her lips moved down to her neck. "Taylor…" She tensed as another kiss touched her collar bone.

Taylor's lips trailed down her chest to her left breast. "You're so sensitive," she murmured. "Even the little touches make you moan for me." Just to prove her point, her tongue flicked Marissa's nipple and drew a small groan from the older girl. Taylor's tongue circled each nipple slowly, teasing them until they started to harden and making her partner moan under her ministrations.

Marissa heard a vaguely familiar clinking sound before she felt a cold drop on her left breast. She yelped as Taylor touched a freezing ice cube to her left nipple, circling it a few times and forcing it rock hard. She bit back another yelp as the process was repeated on her other nipple, leaving both rock hard and throbbing from the cold. "Oh god… that was…" Taylor's warm lips returned to her nipples, sucking them gently then nipping at each one with her teeth, one after the other.

"Ice is so much fun when you do it right." Marissa groaned as the cube circled her nipples again before it began trailing down her stomach, leaving a line of cool tingling skin in its wake. "It makes you even more sensitive." The half melted cube stopped as Taylor set it on her belly button and left it there, letting the cool water run over Marissa's tight stomach.

She heard another clinking and felt the cold touch of ice against her left thigh. The cube slid up toward her dripping center, but Taylor stopped just before the ice could touch her swollen outer lips and switched to the other side, sliding slowly up again before pulling the ice away entirely. "Taylor… Please…"

She yelped as she felt the cold brush against her neck. "Call me mistress," Taylor whispered in her ear, dragging the ice down her neck and across the collar bone.

Marissa moaned as her body arched against Taylor's. "Mistress! Please, please more!"

"That's it." The ice traced her shoulder then slid across her breast. "Tell me how much you want my cold touch in your hot wet pussy."

Marissa trembled as Taylor teased her body. "I want to feel your fingers inside me. I want you to rub my pussy with the ice until I'm so sensitive that you could make me cum by blowing on me."

"Beg me for it," Taylor whispered, sliding the melting ice directly between her breasts. "Show your mistress how much you need it in your throbbing aching sex."

Marissa felt something snap inside her. "Please. Please mistress, I need it. I need you to trace my swollen clit and make it hard and aching like my nipples. I need you to slide those cubes inside my hot pussy and make me scream. Please mistress. Please torment my pussy!"

Taylor's lips pressed against hers again. "Well, since you asked so nicely…" Marissa whimpered as she heard the sound of ice moving in the bowl again before letting out a scream as one cube touched her soaked labia. Her hips jumped, reflexively trying to escape the frigid feeling on her most sensitive spots. She had a feeling Taylor was grinning as the cube began to move, slowly tracing the edges of her lower lips.

The sensation vanished as soon as it had appeared, only for Marissa to let out a long moan as the heat of Taylor's tongue pressed against her pussy. "Mistress…" Her reply was lost as Taylor's tongue lapped at her slit, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Taylor's licks were slow and measured, teasing her without pushing her toward her climax right away. Her hips bucked again as she felt the touch of ice against her center. Her pussy spread open as the partially melted cube slid inside her molten core.

"Keep yourself tight," Taylor said firmly. Marissa hissed as a second slightly larger cube pushed inside her cunt. "You're going to regret it if these slips out of your naughty pussy. I only want to see that coming out after your hot little hole has melted it for me."

Marissa clenched her pussy, forcing the cold cubes against her walls and trying to keep it in place. The foreign cold feeling made her shiver, though she couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from the pleasure. Maybe both. She moaned as she felt a third cube touch her, rather than sliding inside her, this one repeated Taylor's tracing before finding her clit and slowly circling her hard nub. "Fuck!" She whimpered as she felt the melting ice water leaking out of her pussy, slowly running down over her pussy and leaving a cool sensation on her lips.

"You're clit is practically throbbing. I bet you want my tongue on it, don't you?"

"Yes! Please mistress! I'm so close!"

Taylor's tongue flicked against her clit once. "Let's see how close I can get you." Her tongue gently stroked Marissa's clit, just lightly touching it. Marissa's hands clenched and small whimpers and moans escaped her lips as she tried to keep her pussy clenched tight while Taylor did her best to drive her insane. She could feel her climax closing in agonizingly slowly, forcing her nearer and nearer to the edge.

She screamed as Taylor's slow licks were replaced with one of the ice cubes directly against her clit. Her body went stiff and she felt the building orgasm stall from the sudden chill. "No please…" Her clit throbbed painfully and she felt Taylor climbing up over her.

"Your pussy looks amazing when it's on edge and desperate. Your thighs are absolutely covered." She giggled. "Maybe I should leave it like this."

"No. No, please mistress. Please let me cum." Marissa bucked against the silk, but the cords were too strong. "Please."

Taylor kissed her again. "Maybe if you earn it." She felt Taylor's body weight shift and her straddling her face. She could smell the musky scent of Taylor wet sex just inches from her face. "Lick it. Find my pussy and make me cum."

Marissa lifted her head up as much as possible, rubbing her cheek against Taylor's thigh as her tongue searched for her pussy. She licked Taylor's wetness and placed a loving kiss on her mistress's slit before digging her tongue into Taylor's hole. She licked firmly and relentlessly, trying to ignore the needy throbbing between her legs and the slowly fading cold sensation in her core.

Taylor moaned as Marissa found her clit and ran her tongue over the nub. "Mmmm, right there pet. See if you can earn your orgasm before all that ice in your cunt melts."

Marissa licked harder and faster, dragging her tongue against her pussy with long strokes and flicking against her clit. Taylor's moans grew louder and louder until she threw back her head and came hard. Marissa savored the taste of her mistress's juices as Taylor pulled back and left her panting. She felt Taylor's hands trailing down her body as she climbed back down toward her pussy.

"I think you earned what you need." Taylor's tongue stroked her clit once then her lips wrapped around her clit and began to suck it gently. Two fingers slid into her pussy, pressing against the shrinking ice cubes inside her and making them shift inside her. "Cum for me." Her fingers began to pump inside her and her lips sucked her clit hard. The backed up pressure in her body practically exploded from her cunt, drawing a scream from her as she came hard. Her back arched and her hips thrust against Taylor's face as her head went blank with pleasure.

As the orgasm faded, she went completely limp, panting heavily. Taylor's hand pulled the blindfold from her eyes and she stared into her mistress's eyes. "Very good my beautiful pet," Taylor whispered, kissing her softly. She began to untie the bonds on her wrists. "Well? Everything I promised?"

"Yes," Marissa gasped. She felt the tension on her arms go slack, but she simply lay there panting. "Thank you mistress."

Taylor smiled. "Let's get you up. You'll get stiff if you don't stretch after being tied up like that. Then Charlotte is cooking lunch for us."

Marissa groaned. "Don't make me stand up."

Taylor laughed. "Well, we can rest a little bit longer."

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Emma had actually been surprised when Sophia had called her. They'd been having… trouble before Brockton Bay had been hit by Leviathan. Sophia had gotten all weird, especially after she'd started talking with that psychologist. It wasn't even the PRT was sending her there anymore. She'd gotten all quiet and told her to back of Taylor for a while. Why she'd care what happened to Taylor anymore was beyond her. Emma hesitated as a pang of worry hit her. She didn't even know if Taylor had survived. She didn't know if anyone she knew had survived. Her family had skipped town the the sirens started going off and they had barely been back a week. For all she knew, everyone she knew from Winslow was dead. Well that was depressing. At least Sophia had sounded alright. Eager even.

Emma chuckled. With half the city wrecked, Sophia was probably spending all her time hunting down the weak little punks that were trying to play at being the predator while the police and the Protectorate had bigger problems. And that was something she needed to get in on. She looked up at the building that Sophia had called her to. It had actually come through the disaster pretty well, or maybe it had been repaired already. And it was apparently in the territory of one of the supervillains that had been setting up shop in town. Maybe Shadow Stalker wanted her help taking whoever was holding this area.

She knocked on the door and it only took a few moments for Sophia to let her in. "Hey. I've been waiting for you." She did a double-take when she saw what Sophia was wearing. Instead of her costume, she was wearing a skintight black leather catsuit that was only just zipped up far enough to keep her breasts inside and… well not much else actually.

Emma tried very hard not to look at the generous chocolate cleavage. "You look like you're doing great." She grabbed Sophia in a quick hug, but quickly let go when she felt Sophia's breasts pressing against her chest. "What's up? And why meet here?"

Sophia smirked. "Oh, this is a friend's place. I wanted you to meet her." She gestured for Emma to follow her inside.

Emma frowned as she followed, but she had to admit that the place was pretty nice. She wondered who the hell Sophia had met someone else. She didn't actually know anyone that Sophia was friends with that she hadn't introduced her to. Sophia wasn't the most social person. "So where is she?"

Sophia's grin grew. "She's out at the moment. Don't worry. You'll meet her when she gets back." Sophia stepped forward and grabbed Emma's hand. "Come on. You need to get ready for her."

Emma yelped as Sophia half dragged her into the next room. Her eyes went wide as she registered where the hell she was. The room looked like something out of a porno. She saw strange bondage rigs, racks of paddles and whips, and a massive bed covered in red silk sheets. "What the fuck?!"

She screamed as Sophia twisted her arm into a lock behind her back. "Easy, easy," Sophia said softly as Emma tried to struggle. "I'm not going to hurt you." She gently pushed Emma forward and walked her toward the bed. "I'm just going to get you a little more comfortable."

Emma yelped as Sophia shoved her onto the bed and jumped on top of her. "Sophia! Stop!"

Sophia grabbed the zipper on the front of her catsuit and pulled it down, letting her breasts pop free. "Look at me. Do you really not want what I'm offering you?"

Emma wanted to say that she didn't. She also wanted to say that she wasn't gaping at her best friend who apparently wanted to sleep with her. "What about your friend?" Crap, why was that her first thought? Why was she not asking when the hell Sophia had decided she was gay? Or when she'd become attracted to her?

Sophia's zipper slid down further, reveal that she shaved herself bare. "Don't worry. I think she'll be very interested to see this."

Oh fuck. Was Sophia planning to turn this into some kind of lesbian threesome? What. The. Hell? "Sophia. You're…" She swallowed hard, trying very hard not to look at Sophia's dark perky nipples or her soft dark breasts or her slightly glistening pink slit or… "No, bad Emma. Stop with the dirty thoughts. You are not a lesbian. You are not getting turned on by watching your best friend strip." She shook her head. "Just let me up."

Sophia frowned. "Now you're just being stubborn." She pulled Emma's hands up over her head and Emma heard a click. She looked up and her eyes went wide as she realized that Sophia had handcuffed her to the headboard. "I wanted to have you all ready for her when she got back, but I can adapt." She grabbed the front of Emma's shirt and yelped as her top momentarily dissolved into shadows. Sophia tossed it aside then stripped off Emma's bra, revealing her perky breasts and her rock hard nipples. "And you said you weren't enjoying this."

Emma whimpered as Sophia's fingers trailed across her breasts. "Please don't…" She gasped as Sophia rolled her nipples between her fingers.

"Don't what?" Emma groaned as Sophia's hand moved down her flat stomach and caught the waist of her pants. It only took a quick pull to phase Emma's jeans off. "Don't strip you? Don't tie you up?" She leaned in so their faces were nearly touching. "Don't make you like it?"

Emma struggled again, rather uselessly, as Sophia removed her pink panties. "Just… don't." This wasn't how this was supposed to go. She wasn't supposed to be helpless and weak. Sophia wasn't supposed to be the one making her helpless. She turned her head, looking away from her damp panties in Sophia's hand.

"I think you're lying to me Emma." Sophia held the panties to her face and breathed in the scent of Emma's arousal. "What part do you like? Is it being tied down? Being helpless for me? Are you just a repressed lesbian?" Sophia pressed her lips against Emma's gently flicking her tongue against them but not violating Emma's mouth yet.

Emma felt the fight leave her body and she slumped against the bed, panting softly and letting her mouth hang open slightly. She didn't have time to reply before there was a noise back in the entrance. Emma heard a familiar voice call out. "Sophia! Where are you?"

Sophia grinned ear to ear and shoved Emma's panties into her mouth. "Don't say anything. I want my little surprise to stay… well a surprise." She winked and left Emma cuffed to the bed as she went to greet her… were they girlfriends? Emma didn't actually know what the hell she'd gotten into.

Emma didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she was afraid. She tried to calm herself as she lay back, hoping that the thump of her heartbeat in her ears would calm down enough for her to hear what was going on in the next room. She managed to catch a few words. "Present… sex toy… surprise… yours…" She went very still on the bed, her heart jumping in her chest. "No. No. Nonono! Sophia wouldn't turn me into a sex slave. She wouldn't. She wouldn't!" Her mind momentarily flashed back to a dark alley, with a grinning Asian man standing over her, a knife glinting with the light reflected from the street light at the far end. "NO! SHE WOULDN'T!" She pulled at the cuffs again as she heard footsteps coming back toward the door.

She thought her chest might explode as Sophia opened the door and stepped aside to let her friend in. Emma stopped struggling as she saw Taylor, Taylor Hebert, following Sophia into the room. What? What was she doing here? And what had happened to her? She looked… different. Instead of her usual dull sweatshirts and worn jeans, she was wearing what looked like knee high leather boots, spotless jeans that hugged her ass perfectly, and a blouse with just enough buttons open to reveal her cleavage, even if it was much smaller than her or Sophia.

Taylor froze when she saw Emma tied down to the bed. "Sophia, is that… what… how did you…?"

Sophia grinned as she walked over to the bed, stepping out of her catsuit and leaving her completely naked. "Well, I heard that Emma was back in town and I wanted to set up a little reconciliation between you two. You helped me deal with my… issues, but we never had a chance to do something about the mess I pushed on Emma."

Emma looked up at Taylor, shaking her head and flinching back as Taylor closed in on the bed. She could feel Taylor's eyes roving her body. "No please. Why? Why give me to Taylor as a sex slave? Did she do something to show she was stronger than me? Am I not worth it anymore?" She whimpered through the improvised gag as Taylor's hand brushed her cheek.

"What the hell Sophia?!" Wait, what? "She's terrified. Our relationship works because you wanted it! This is borderline rape!" Emma was struck dumb as Taylor yanked her panties free. Taylor… Taylor looked down at her looking… worried. Why couldn't Taylor make sense? She… hadn't wanted this. Didn't want this. Sophia had taken her down, proved her weak, and Taylor had the perfect chance to prove it and… she hadn't. Didn't want to. Thought it was wrong. Why couldn't she just make sense?!

Emma slumped on the bed as Taylor released the cuffs and freed her. Her limbs didn't want to respond properly for a few moments, but once the feeling returned to her hands, she scrambled to a sitting position. "Taylor…"

Taylor just raised a hand. "I'm sorry about all of this. I didn't know that Sophia was planning this kind of thing. This… isn't actually a very good way to meet again. I know that we're not really friends anymore, but I'm not going to hurt you. I like to think I'm better than that." She shot a glare over her shoulder at Sophia, who was leaning against the wall with a blank expression. "And I thought Sophia had learned better than that. Feel free to go… wherever you're living I guess. I don't know what happened to your place. I'm going to remind Sophia why she's supposed to behave."

Emma jumped to pick up her clothing as Taylor stormed over to Sophia and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her to the St. Andrew's Cross. Sophia reflexively took her position facing the cross as Taylor strapped her nude body down. Emma hesitated as she backed away, clutching her clothes to her chest. When did Taylor get on top of the food chain? Why did Sophia let her do this to her? She was torn between running away while she had the chance and staying and trying to figure out the answers.

Taylor walked over to one of the racks and picked out a flogger, snapping it experimentally against her hand. "I know I'm not normally supposed to dominate angry," she said, half to herself and half to Sophia, all but ignoring Emma's continued presence in the room. "But if I let this simmer, I'm going to be angrier when I punish you for it later. Listen to me. I don't care how tough you think you are. If I hurt you, safe word. Don't fuck around. Today is not the day for it."

Sophia nodded as much as she could from her position. "Yes mistress." Emma felt her head spinning and wondered if she was just outright hallucinating at this point.

Taylor walked behind Sophia, flicking her wrist and slapping her exposed ass with the flogger. The sharp slap seemed to echo through the room and a small gasp escaped Sophia's lips. Emma back up until she was leaning against the far wall. Her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the flogger as Taylor began to bring it down on Sophia's ass again and again. Sophia's small gasps and moans began to get louder and her body began to jerk and pull against the cross as the skin began to darken from the repeated spanking.

"Yes!" Emma actually jumped as Sophia cried out. "I'm sorry mistress! Please, punish me!" A moan of pure lust escaped her lips as Taylor's flogger hit the small of her back instead of her ass. Emma's clothing tumbled from her hands, but she barely noticed as she felt heat surging through her body and pooling between her legs. Why was she getting turned on by this?

Taylor stopped taking a few deep breathes. "You've been a bad girl Sophia." Emma shivered at Taylor's voice. It sounded cool, but was absolutely overloaded with emotion. She could almost feel Taylor disappointment. "You lured Emma here. Tied her down. Wanted me to use her without her consent. That is not acceptable." Her last sentence was punctuated with three sharp slaps on Sophia's back.

Emma clenched her thighs together in time with Taylor's flogging. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the desire to do something about the need building between her legs. It didn't do much good. In spite of her best efforts, she found her hands roaming her body, one sliding between her legs while the other cupped her left breast. A small moan escaped her lips as Sophia cried out again as Taylor moved to flogging her thighs instead of her back. She could feel her juices soaking her fingers as they traced her wet pussy lips and she spread herself open. Her middle finger sank into her pussy and she tentatively rolled her nipple, trying to imitate the action that Sophia had used to make her moan earlier.

Taylor let the flogger fall to the floor and stepped forward, pressing her body against Sophia's marked back. "Very very bad girl." A second finger joined Emma's first as Taylor ran her hands down Sophia's back and over her dark, well-spanked ass. Sophia moaned as Taylor squeezed her cheeks while a small gasp escaped Emma's lips. Her fingers began to move faster and she pinched her nipple, moaning outright as her felt her pussy pulse with heat.

"Mistress… please…" Emma slumped against the wall, no longer certain if she could keep herself standing straight as her entire head seemed to fill with the scene before her and the needy heat in her cunt. Taylor's hand moved between Sophia's legs and began to stroke her soaked slit. "Mistress!"

Emma's hands moved faster and faster and her thumb found her clit. The touch felt like lightning and she almost screamed. "Bad slut," Taylor growled, slapping Sophia's pussy. "Maybe I shouldn't let you cum. It might help you remember your punishment better if I leave you soaked and needy."

Emma felt herself getting closer and closer as Sophia's desperate moans reached her ears. "Please mistress. Please, I need to cum. I'm sorry. Please."

"Maybe we should let Emma decide."

Emma's eyes snapped open and she was suddenly very aware that Taylor was watching her get off to the scene before her. "What?"

"I said, maybe you should get to decide if Sophia gets to cum or not. She did wrong you, not me." Taylor smirked deviously, while Sophia just whimpered, half turning to try and get a good look at Emma.

"I…" Her head felt like it was spinning and she desperately wanted to shove her fingers back between her legs and finish herself already. Stopping at the last moment had left her pussy aching for her to finish already. "Yes."

Taylor grinned. "Here that Sophia? You're lucky Emma's not mad at you." Her fingers returned to the bound girl's pussy and two penetrated her. "But you don't get off entirely. If you cum before her, then you're going to miss a few orgasms during our next session."

Sophia whimpered as Taylor's fingers began to move inside her. "Please… Emma please!" Emma's fingers went back to her pussy and she began to roughly finger herself, slamming her fingers in deep and hard while her thumb ground against her clit and her other hand pulled on her nipple. It barely took a minute before she went over the edge, screaming as the pleasure made everything in her head go white. Her limbs seemed to be tingling as she slid down the wall and she distantly heard Sophia scream as she went over the edge, spurred on by Taylor's hands.

Emma looked up as her heartbeat slowly returned to normal and saw Taylor crossing the room. "That didn't go how I expected," Taylor said, sounding a little winded. "But I think things worked out. I… I think we need to talk. Why don't you go get cleaned up or something. There's a bathroom on the second floor. I'll get Sophia comfortable then meet you in the kitchen."

Emma nodded dumbly and climbed shakily to her feet. "I... okay."

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Crystal shifted uncomfortably in her chair, all but ignoring the plate in front of her. She had much bigger things to worry about than her dinner right now. "So Taylor," her mother said. "How did you and Crystal meet?" Her mother deciding she needed to meet her girlfriend was probably the least of them right now.

Taylor smiled warmly, looking as innocent as could be. "Well, I've been friends with Vicky since before Leviathan hit. I live down near the docks, so she wanted to come down and check on me after everything happened. Crystal kind of got dragged along for the ride. I'm glad she did though." She turned and flashed Crystal a huge grin.

Crystal bit her lip and shifted in her chair again, feeling her face go red. "Taylor…"

Sarah giggled. "Oh, you two. You know, I was a little surprised when you came out to me dear. But I'm very glad you met someone like Taylor. She's been good for you, I think. Especially after your father…"

"You don't know the half of it mom." Crystal looked down at her plate, knowing she'd failed miserably at not blushing. Damn it, this wasn't fair.

Taylor cut in, saving her from needing to respond. "I'm the lucky one. Crystal's been a huge help keeping an eye on things at my place. She saved some friends in my neighborhood from the Merchants when they were still lurking around."

Sarah beamed. "I don't think I've actually heard that story." She gave Crystal a look that very clearly said that they would be correcting that mistake in short order. "With the city a mess, our patrols were all rather hectic at the time. I think the kids were always going off on their own and trying to cover areas that the Protectorate couldn't handle more often than the rest of us were."

"We were just…" Crystal bit her lip and shifted in her seat again. "Helping out…"

"Are you feeling alright? You look a bit flushed and you've hardly eaten a thing."

"Just nerves," Crystal said, a little too quickly.

"You know how it is Mrs. Pelham," Taylor cut in. "Being worried that your mom won't like your girlfriend takes a whole new meaning when your mom can shoot laser beams from her hands."

Sarah laughed and Taylor shot a teasing smile in Crystal's direction while she wasn't looking. Crystal suppressed a groan. "So not fair."

"Well, you don't have to worry about me blasting you anytime soon Taylor. If you make her happy, then I'm happy for both of you."

"Thank you Mrs. Pelham. That means a lot."

"Would you like to stay for dessert?"

Taylor nodded eagerly. "I'd love to. It's been a while since I had anything good. Even with things getting back to normal, it's still hard to get luxuries sometimes. I haven't had ice cream in ages."

Sarah stood up, quickly clearing away the plates. "Well, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer. Tonight's dessert is homemade pie with whipped cream."

Crystal did not like the smile on Taylor's face as her mom went to get dessert. "Are you doing alright?" Taylor asked quietly as soon as Sarah was out of earshot.

"I'm fine," Crystal replied, her voice a lot more confident than she actually felt. She didn't have time to say more before her mom returned with the still warm cherry pie and a large tub of whipped cream.

Taylor eagerly took the first slice, slowly spooning large dollops of cream onto her pie with a spoon. "I love whipped cream," she commented casually. "So sweet and soft." She looked straight into Crystal's eyes. "Sometimes I just want to lick it up." She dragged her tongue along the spoon in long slow strokes, collecting every drop of cream on her tongue before swallowing it. "Want some Crystal?"

Crystal whimpered, her eyes too focused on Taylor's lips to process the question for a moment. "Huh? Oh, yes please." She held out her plate and let Taylor spoon more cream onto the pie, her eyes still locked on her face. Taylor winked at her and flicked her tongue against the spoon again displaying the cream on the tip of her tongue before it disappeared into her mouth.

Crystal felt her heart racing a mile a minute and wondered what would happen if she moaned at the table. She'd probably implode with the embarrassment of her mother catching her girlfriend teasing her. Oh god, she hoped that her mother hadn't noticed Taylor's… who was she kidding? Taylor could do subtle, but she clearly didn't want to.

An almost sexual moan escaped Taylor's lips, snapping Crystal out of her worries. She looked up from her dessert to see Taylor eating the pie in large bites, moaning softly with every bite. "It's so good," she announced to the table. "You're an amazing cook Mrs. Pelham."

Every little moan sent a surge of heat through her body and she felt her pussy pulsing with need. Oh god, this wasn't fair. Taylor couldn't make her cum like this, could she? She silently prayed that Taylor would just stop. She gripped the edge of the table, trying very hard to ignore her until they had finished dessert.

She practically jumped to the door as Taylor got ready to leave. "I'll fly her home," she said quickly. "I couldn't let her walk home in the dark."

Sarah nodded. "Alright. Be safe you two. And I think we need to talk a little when you get back."

Crystal groaned, this time dreading the conversation that was sure to follow. Taylor wrapped her arms around her and they took off, flying low over the rooftops toward Taylor's hideout. "So did you have fun at dinner?" Taylor teased as her hands traced small circles over Crystal's body.

"Please, stop," Crystal groaned. "Not while I'm flying." She felt her pussy clench again, like a single touch would set her off.

Taylor's hand obligingly stopped, but nothing could impede her voice. "Did you enjoy my little present?" Crystal almost squealed as the toy inside her jumped another speed, nearly sending her over the edge. "I could see you struggling the entire time. Trying not to grind your slippery cunt against your chair in front of your mother. Desperately holding back that last eruption of pleasure until you were hot enough that my voice almost set you off."

Crystal picked up speed, wanting to get on the ground before Taylor drove her mad. She was never so glad to see Taylor's hideout before. She touched down and let Taylor go. "Yes," she finally managed. "God, I can feel my juices running down my legs. My pussy aches for you."

Taylor grinned wickedly. "How many times did you have to force down the pleasure my little toy gave you? How many times did you stop yourself from screaming like a slut in front of your mother and cumming like a whore?"

"Three times," Crystal gasped. "Three."

"I told you I wanted five before dinner was over." Taylor shook her head. "I guess you'll have to make up the difference to me now."

Crystal groaned. "I really should get home…"

"Inside and strip."

Crystal knew the difference between the girlfriend voice and the mistress voice. She could make her stop if she wanted to. All she had to do was call the session off here. Taylor wouldn't judge her for it. She hesitated. But she didn't really want to. "Yes mistress." She stepped inside and began to peel off her clothes while Taylor locked the door behind them.

Taylor joined her in stripping, quickly removing her blouse and jeans and tossing them aside. "In the playroom. I have just the thing for you." Crystal left her clothing lying beside the door and followed Taylor obediently into the playroom. Her mistress guided her to the bed and pushed her down gently. "Spread your legs for me. Let me see that needy little slit."

Crystal blushed as she spread her legs, displaying her soaked pussy. She could hear the faint buzzing of the egg vibrating inside her. One of Taylor's fingers sank into her hole, curling around the toy and slowly dragging it out of her. A small moan escaped her lips as the toy popped free.

"Mmmm, I think I might have teased you a little long," Taylor said as she switched the toy off. "You're so sensitive." She placed a light kiss on Crystal's slit, making her lover jump.

"Please, please don't tease me anymore," Crystal murmured.

"Do you really want me to stop? Do you want me to stop touching your pussy with my long fingers? To stop running my tongue along your hot wet slit?"

Crystal moaned as Taylor placed another kiss on her pussy. "No…"

"Then just lay back and enjoy…" Crystal gripped the sheets tightly as Taylor's tongue began to make long slow strokes along her pussy, running from base to her clit then pausing just long enough to let the sensation die back before doing it again. She tried to stay still as Taylor's tongue methodically worked her closer and closer to her climax.

A low moan escaped her lips and her back arched as she felt her clit throb. "Mistress!"

Taylor smirked and withdrew her tongue, leaving Crystal hanging just off the edge of orgasm. "Let's let you cool off a little bit," she said, crawling on top of Crystal. "You haven't earned that orgasm yet." She leaned over and kissed her gently, her hands running down Crystal's chest and trailing down to her stomach.

Crystal shivered at Taylor's touch. Her entire body felt like it was boiling, but she knew better than to resist. Not that being 'punished' couldn't be fun every once in a while… "Please," she moaned as she felt the flame of her climax ebbing away. "Please."

"Not yet dear. Just one more and I'll let all that built up pressure out."

Crystal almost screamed as Taylor's fingers moved lower, brushing against her pussy again. "Please. Please, I need it. I can't take anymore."

Taylor slid one finger inside, beginning to pump Crystal's pussy agonizingly slowly. "Shhhh, it's okay. Just one more." She began to move just a little faster letting a second finger enter her lover's slit. Crystal hissed and bit her lip to prevent a scream as Taylor expertly drove her closer and closer. The long measured strokes made the pleasure climb slowly, and her hips involuntarily pushed up, trying to get more from Taylor's hand.

A disappointed moan escaped her lips as Taylor pulled her fingers out. "Keep still," she scolded. "If you cum by accident, then I'm not giving you another orgasm for a week."

Crystal forced her hips back against the bed and was rewarded with the return of her mistress's fingers. Her fists clenched around the sheets and she fought to keep herself from moving again. Her pussy clenched around Taylor's fingers, trying to keep them inside as she felt herself nearly falling over the edge again.

Taylor smirked as she recognized the signs of an impending climax and pulled her fingers free. "There we go. How do you feel now?"

"So hot," Crystal moaned, her voice pleading. "Please, please more. Please, I was a good girl. Please let me cum!"

Taylor slid her fingers back in. "You get so wet when I make you wait." A third finger joined the others. "So ready to accept my fingers."

"Please. Please, please, please…" Crystal could barely focus on anything other than the fingers gaining speed inside her desperate cunt.

Taylor kissed her softly. "Don't worry pet. You can cum this time. I'm going to let you let it all out." Her fingers began to move faster and faster and her thumb found Crystal's clit, stroking it in fast circles while her fingers pounded her cunt.

Crystal screamed as she was thrown over the edge, her back arching and her pussy spasming wildly around Taylor's hand as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her climax seemed to go on forever and when the waves of pleasure end, Crystal goes limp on the bed. Her breath escaped in short gasps and her chest heaved as she came down from her peak.

"Aren't they better when I make you wait?" Taylor teased.

Crystal nodded numbly. "Just… no more in front of my mom. Please."

Taylor chuckled. "No more in front of your mom. As long as you're a good girl."

Crystal moaned and fell back flat on the bed. "Yes mistress."

Taylor kissed her softly. "Good girl. Now, I'll get you something to drink. Your throat must hurt after a scream like that."

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Charlotte straightened her skirt, what little of it there was, and quietly opened her mistress's door. The room always caught her off-guard when she walked in. Taylor was hardly someone to throw her money around, but three rooms in the hideout were probably worth more than the entire block put together: the bedroom, the bathroom, and the dungeon. Her mistress certainly wasn't above indulging in some comfort. "Considering how many people share that bed…" a little sarcastic voice in the back of her mind added. "Including you." She shook herself and walked diligently over to the bed, her three inch stilettos clicking against the hard wood floors.

"Good morning," Taylor said as she rolled over, blinking to clear the sand from her eyes.

Charlotte bowed her head. "Good morning mistress." She had no idea why Taylor insisted on being woken up every morning, since she was almost always awake before everyone else anyway. Maybe she just got a charge out of seeing her maids obediently at her bedside when she got out of bed. "Would you like a bath this morning, or just a quick shower?"

Taylor rubbed her eyes and grabbed a tablet from her bedside table. She tapped the screen twice, then typed out the password. "Let's see… business lunch with Lisa, meeting with Missy this afternoon… I've got time. Run me a nice hot bath. Oh, and strip down while you're in there. I've had a busy week and I want someone to attend to me while I'm getting ready today."

Charlotte was long past the point of any outward reaction to Taylor's requests, but she felt heat blossom in her core. "Yes mistress."

"Oh, before you go, where are Amy and Sierra?"

"Amy is checking on her projects down in the lab. I believe she's giving Atlas a check-up and working on the next generation of relay bugs. Sierra is cooking down in the kitchen. Amy promised to be done in time to join you for breakfast."

"Sounds perfect. Thank you dear, I'll be along in a moment."

Charlotte bowed her head again and hurried to the bathroom. She still wasn't sure if the oversized Jacuzzi tub was necessary, but she had seen a four person orgy happen in the thing, so she couldn't say that Taylor wasn't getting her money's worth out of it. She let the hot water fill the tub slowly while she stripped down. She carefully folded the tiny black and white dress, setting it on a shelf near the door. Her stockings and head piece quickly followed, along with her choker and her armbands, leaving her with nothing but the cool metal of her stainless steel chastity belt. She dropped to her knees next to the tub and let it fill with lightly steaming water before shutting it off.

Taylor arrived a moment later, naked as the day she was born except for a silver chain around her neck with two keys dangling off it. Charlotte felt her pussy throb at the sight of the gleaming metal. Taylor leaned over and tested the water, giving Charlotte a lovely view of her ass and legs. "Perfect," she said, her voice almost purring. "Let's not let it get cold. Fetch the loofa and the body wash."

Charlotte nodded quickly and grabbed the items, climbing into the hot warm and letting it wash over her skin while Taylor lowered herself into the tub with a happy sigh. The maid didn't have to wait for any orders to begin pampering her mistress. She poured the flowery, a bit too flowery for her tastes, but each to her own, body wash onto the loofa and gently took her mistress's hand and began to run it along her arm.

Taylor leaned back, resting her arms on the edges of the tub and letting her maid rub down her arms, moving up to her shoulders. "Mmmm, use a little force on the shoulders. I feel kind of stiff this morning."

"I can give you a massage if you'd like mistress."

Taylor smiled. "Sure, why not?" She turned around, leaning over the side of the tub to expose her entire back.

Charlotte absently soaped her hands and began to rub Taylor's shoulders. She heard a small moan as she moved closer to her neck and a small pop as she worked the kinks out of her neck. She moved down her back, her fingers trailing over Taylor's lean muscles and smooth skin. If Panacea wasn't right downstairs, she'd be amazed by the lack of scars after some of the shit Taylor had gone through.

An outright moan broke her out of her train of thought. "Harder," Taylor said as her fingers traced her spine. "Fuck, really work it in there." Charlotte was more than happy to obey, grinding her palms against her back as she worked the pressure out. "Oh, that's so good." Another moan escaped her lips as Charlotte moved down again, finding another knot and kneading it with her thumbs. "Hmmm, when was the last time I unlocked you?"

Charlotte's heartrate doubled for a moment. "A week ago mistress."

Taylor sighed contently as she moved on to the next knot. "Well, keep that up and I think you might earn a little reward after I'm done."

"Thank you mistress." She couldn't hide the eagerness in her voice. She redoubled her efforts, moving back up to Taylor's shoulder blades and working them with long firm strokes.

Taylor couldn't hide her eagerness as she wiggled below Charlotte's hands. "Oh, you're going to have to be a little more creative if you're going to earn this." She tapped the key at her neck.

Charlotte nodded. "Please turn over mistress." Taylor smirked and did as requested. Charlotte dove to her breasts, massaging them gently, then moving to suck her nipples softly. She was rather pleased with herself to find them already hard as her lips closed around them. Her lips trailed down her mistress's body, kissing along her stomach until her lips were just above the water.

"Lower pet," Taylor said, stroking her hair. "You know what I want."

"Yes mistress," Charlotte almost whispered. She took a breath and slipped below the water, kissing Taylor's pussy and running her tongue along her lips. Even underwater, the familiar taste of her mistress's pussy coated her tongue and she fought not to moan and waste her air. She buried her tongue in Taylor's pussy deep and let it lash around, making Taylor moan again before she was forced to surface and take another breath. She dove back down, attacking her pussy with vigor. She could feel her own pussy practically dripping under her belt. Her body ached to touch it, but her fingers couldn't do more than rub the cold metal of her belt.

She surfaced again as Taylor stroked her hair, taking another deep breath. "Almost there pet. Almost there." Charlotte groaned as she dived back down, ramming her tongue into Taylor's pussy and tongue fucking her hard and fast while her fingers found her mistress's clit and stroked it with short fast strokes. Taylor moaned again and pushed Charlotte's head down, forcing her mouth tight against her pussy. "So close… yes!" She screamed as she went over the edge, her entire body tensing as her climax rolled over her.

Charlotte struggled to the surface, breathing heavily as Taylor slumped back, practically glowing in the aftermath. "Was I good mistress?"

"Very good." Taylor pulled the chain off of her neck and smirked. "Stand up, hands behind your head." Charlotte jumped to obey, assuming the position and trying to keep her heart from exploding out of her chest. Taylor slid the key into the lock and Charlotte actually moaned as the cool air hit her exposed slit. "You're always so wet when I let your pussy out," Taylor cooed, absently running a finger along her maid's thigh. She set the belt on the edge of the tub and blew a puff of air at her pussy, making Charlotte jump. "I guess it makes sense." Her fingers trail along the other thigh. "Being around every day…" She leans in close enough for Charlotte to feel her breath on her lips. "Hearing every time I bring someone to a screaming orgasm…" She placed a kiss on her pussy, drawing another moan from her deprived maid. "And never even getting a single touch…" Kiss. "On your wet…" Kiss. "Aching…" Kiss. "Pussy."

Charlotte almost screamed. "Please. Please mistress. I need it. I need it so bad. I'm wet all of the time. I can't take it anymore. Please, please, PLEASE!"

Taylor stood up and silenced her with a kiss. "Since you beg so prettily, I suppose I can give you a little relief." She slid one finger into Charlotte's pussy and began to pump her finger inside her.

Charlotte moaned and struggled to hold her pose as Taylor added a second finger. "Mistress…"

"Shhh," Taylor kissed her again, drowning out her next moan with her mouth. "Just enjoy." Her fingers began to move faster and her thumb found her clit. Charlotte's legs trembled as the pleasure nearly made her knees buckle. "If you lose your posture, the belt goes back on."

Charlotte whimpered but managed to keep herself from collapsing to her knees as Taylor's thumb ground against her clit. "I'm ge… getting close mistress."

"Cum for me," Taylor murmured in her ear. "Let all that pent up need out."

Charlotte screamed and her legs buckled, forcing Taylor to steady her as she came. She collapsed against her mistress, panting and feeling her legs shaking. "Tha… thank you mistress."

"You're very welcome pet. Can you stand up for me?" Charlotte nodded and managed to regain her footing. Taylor scoped up the belt and slid it back around her hips. Charlotte almost whimpered as the lock clicked shut again and the key returned to its place around her neck. "Now let's get dried off before Sierra's breakfast gets cold."

If anything, drying Taylor off was worse than washing her in the first place. Her body felt hotter in the aftermath of her climax than before it. She nearly jumped as Taylor helped her dry off, patting her down with the towel and touching every inch of skin along the way. She was actually extremely glad to be back in her tiny maid's uniform.

The two of them walked down to the kitchen to find Sierra setting breakfast out on the table in her own uniform and Amy sitting at her place completely naked. An ordinary morning in pretty much all respects. Taylor sniffed the air and smiled. "Pancakes? Everything smells great."

Sierra poured a glass of orange juice for everyone, set them down, and then took her place at the table. Charlotte hurried to sit down and grabbed some pancakes, hoping that she could cool down with something to eat. Thankfully, aside from their outfits, breakfast was sex free. Taylor went over her notes for her meeting with Lisa while she ate and chatted with Amy about their projects. She wasn't paying too much attention, but she heard something about wasps with tranquilizer venom. Or maybe it was flying spiders. She lost track somewhere along the way and was perfectly happy not to have to think about it.

Unfortunately, her tranquility was broken when Taylor turned back to her two maids. "It's been a week since I let you out, right?" she asked Sierra. The other maid nodded, not sure if this was a good thing or not. "Well, I hardly think it's fair to give Charlotte her turn and not make sure everyone gets what they need." She gestured for Sierra to come closer and she pulled off her necklace again. "Amy dear. Are you still hungry?"

Amy perked up. "Yes mistress."

"Good girl. Then you're having a very special dessert." Sierra groaned with relief as Taylor released her chastity belt. "And make sure you do a very thorough job slut. I wouldn't want you to fuck it up and give Sierra anything less than the best you can when she hasn't cum in a week."

Amy didn't need any more encouragement. She dropped to her knees and crawled over to the maid, sliding her head under her skirt, not that she really had much to slide under, and kissed her wet pink folds.

Charlotte tried very hard not to moan as Sierra did, biting her lip and watching as Sierra's face morphed into a pleasure filled mask and her eyes glazed over as everything other than Amy's tongue disappeared. She could hear Amy's moans, despite them being muffled by her partner's pussy. The feeling of satisfaction from her own climax was completely gone by now, replaced with the familiar feeling of her pussy soaking the inside of her belt and the aching need to touch herself while she watched. It got worse knowing that she wasn't allowed, or even able, to.

"Faster slut," Taylor said after a minute, smacking Amy's ass. "Every minute it takes you to make her cum is an hour that I'm keeping you on edge before I let you cum today. And if you don't satisfy her, then I'm not letting you cum again until the next time they're out of their belts. Do you hear me slut?"

Amy moaned in acknowledgement and Sierra squealed. "Oh god! She's sucking my clit. Oh… OH!" She gripped the edge of the table as Amy's hands joined her mouth on her pussy. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Taylor glanced at her tablet and smirked as Sierra trembled. "So close. I'm going to cum mistress. I'm going to cum so hard!"

Taylor simply smirked. "Do it slut. Cum now and cum hard. Scream for me." Sierra was more than happy to obey as she screamed and threw her head back. Her body trembled and Amy showed no signs of stopping, eating her straight through her climax and drawing the orgasm out until Sierra went weak in the knees and nearly collapsed entirely. "That's a good girl," Taylor said, absently stroking Sierra's cheek. "Enough whore. She's had her fun."

Amy backed away, looking down at the ground. "Yes mistress. Thank you for letting me eat her pussy mistress."

"I know how you get when I let you lez out. Let me see that pussy." Amy blushed slightly and spread her legs, displaying her juices running down her thighs. Taylor just chuckled. "Fucking slut. I let you touch a pussy and you get like this. This is why you're not allowed clothes around me you know. You'd ruin all your panties." She playfully slapped Amy's thigh, but looked up at Sierra. "Well, did she do a good job?"

Sierra took a minute to regain enough of her voice to reply. "Yes… yes, she did mistress. Thank you for letting me have such a good orgasm mistress."

"You're welcome dear." Taylor stood and pulled Sierra into a hug, kissing her softly. "You've had your fun. Let me get your belt."

Sierra nodded. "Yes. Thank you mistress."

Taylor locked the belt back around her hips and straightened her skirt a little before she stood again. "Of course pet. Now, why don't you two get this cleaned up while I take care of Amy? She took almost two minutes to make you cum and since I'm such a generous mistress, I'm rounding up." She looked down at her pet. "And I have three hours until I need to leave to meet Lisa. That should be more than enough time to give Amy her punishment."

Charlotte and Sierra both bowed their heads. "Yes mistress. We'll make sure everything is clean when you get back," Charlotte said.

"That's my girls. Make sure to call if something comes up. I love you both." She kissed both maids before grabbing Amy by the hair and leading her out of the room.

"I'll take kitchen you take bedroom?" Charlotte half asked, half suggested.

"Sounds good to me. Dishwasher should be almost full, so run it once you load it up."

"On it." And both maids separated to do their jobs.

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Halley lay in a very familiar position. Well, a position familiar to most people that knew Taylor. She was bound spread eagle to the bed in Taylor's dungeon by a set of padded handcuffs and waiting for her mistress to come and have her way with her. Overall, it was a fairly normal day in the life of a parahuman, at least a female one, from Brockton Bay. She wasn't entirely sure why Taylor had asked to see her today though. Their meetings were fairly infrequent, mainly because she wasn't really one for company. But Taylor had seemed almost… giddy when she'd called her.

And so she was tied to her mistress's bed and waiting for Taylor to reappear. Fortunately it was only ten minutes or so before a very excited looking Taylor returned, already stripped naked and carrying a box. "Is that a new toy mistress?" she asked, not able to contain her curiosity.

Taylor nodded. "I ordered something special just for you. I had to have a Tinker from California custom make this."

Halley fought the urge to look skeptical. "You custom ordered a sex toy from a Tinker? There are actually Tinkers that make custom sex toys?"

"She's very discreet. I've heard some interesting stories about celebrities ordering special items from her."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised." Halley had to admit, she was growing curious as to what was in the fancy box. "So… What exactly is in the box?"

"Well… you remember when you were over last month and we were cuddling after I used the strap-on? You mentioned that you wished you had a real cock to match how you felt some days."

Halley managed to restrain herself to a curious glance. She was still a little embarrassed about that particular conversation. She hadn't talked to anyone about her… identity since she'd tried to come out to her parents years ago. That had been the last civil conversation she'd had with her parents. Taylor had just asked her what she meant and listened quietly while she rambled. She would never admit to crying when Taylor had just smiled and hugged her when she'd gone off on a tangent about her family. "Errr… don't you already own like five strap-ons? Did you really need another one?"

Taylor grinned. "This one is for you. And it's been made to make it a bit more… realistic than any of my toys." She opened the box, revealing an extremely realistic looking, if a bit small, strap-on dildo, complete with a hefty set of balls. "If you'll let me put it on you, I think you'll like it."

Halley would have shrugged if she could. "Okay, go ahead." She'd used strap-ons before and while it certainly was fun, it wasn't really a replacement for actually having all of the right bits.

Taylor grinned and carefully fastened the toy around Halley's waist. The material must have been rather soft, because the toy was half limp as Taylor positioned it correctly. "There we go," she said. "Now just give it a minute and it should activate…"

Halley was about to ask, when she felt a tingling sensation where the toy was connected to her hips. "What's it doing? Oh!" Her body tensed as the sensation got more and more intense then she felt something. It felt almost like tiny pinpricks, like her foot had been asleep and was waking up. Except it wasn't her foot that had the feeling. She looked down at the toy as its color shifted to match her skin tone. She could barely see the straps anymore, making it look like the toy was actually part of her body. "Oh god. What is… oh, it feels weird…"

Taylor kissed her softly. "Just relax. It needs to attune to your nervous system. Give your body a minute to adapt and it should feel better. Next time, it should connect right away."

"Connect…" Halley groaned as her mind tried to process all of the new sensations. She could feel the toy moving as her hips shifted. It was like growing a new limb.

Taylor smiled. "This little toy connects directly to your nervous system and lets you feel it like it was actually part of your body. The Tinker does some interesting work with medical prosthetics for the LA Protectorate too." Her hand cupped the dildo, drawing a moan from her bound lover. "So, do you like the cock I got for you? She did mention that it might be sensitive the first time you put it on."

Halley groaned as Taylor's hand caressed the shaft. "Oh fuck! She wasn't kidding. Fuck, please don't do that." She whimpered as she felt the cock hardening between her legs. She could feel it twitch as it grew larger, swelling to the size that she she expected from Taylor's toys.

Taylor stopped rubbing her shaft. "Does it hurt?"

"No…" Halley said. "It's just… too much. It feels strange." Strange and extremely good, but she didn't want to say that out loud.

"You'll get used to it. If you want to keep it that is." Taylor kissed her neck softly. "I think it looks good on you."

Halley took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heartbeat. She could feel the shaft pulsing in time with her heart and every twitch of her body made the cock jump. Even without touching her cock, Taylor was making her ache. She bit her lip, trying to bite back another whimper as Taylor's mouth trailed down her body, kissing her collar bone and then the top of her breast.

"I can feel how tense you are," Taylor whispered. "Your whole body is wound so tight, you might break the moment I touch you. But are you nervous…" She kissed Halley's left nipple, making her bound submissive jump. "Or excited?" She kissed the right nipple and a long moan escaped her lover's lips.

Halley felt her cock pulse again. She could see artificial veins along the surface of the toy, making it twitch almost in time with her racing heartbeat. "I, I… I need you mistress. Please, I don't… it's too much. Please!"

Taylor's hands trailed down her body, running along her stomach and caressing her hips. "Do you want me to play with your new cock? Do your need your mistress to tease your hard, throbbing dick?"

"Yes," Halley gasped. She could feel Taylor's breath tantalizingly close to her new member. "Please, please, please!"

"You know, I've never really played with one of these before," Taylor said casually. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and it took all of Halley's willpower not to thrust against her mistress's hand. "Well, not a real one. Strap-ons really don't feel the same when you stroke them." Her hand slid slowly up and down the shaft, her thumb swiping across the swollen tip. "I actually kind of like to watch it twitch."

Halley whimpered as a bead of fluid escaped from the tip. "Oh god. What is… oh!" Taylor's hand stroked her shaft again, knocking all thought out of her head.

"This has a few interesting features." Taylor's finger wiped the bead from her tip and tasted it. "It absorbs your natural juices as long as it's on and stores all that hot girl cum in its balls. It will leak out bit by bit just like pre-cum while I play with you all afternoon. And when I make your big throbbing cock cum…" She smirked and placed a kiss on the tip. Her lips parted and slowly wrapped around the swollen cock head, sucking it gently while her hand teased the shaft with long firm strokes.

Halley moaned as Taylor's soft lips closed around her cock. She had no idea how to process the utterly wonderful sensation. "Please… more…" she managed. Taylor responded by releasing her hand and taking the entire shaft to the base in one quick motion. Halley screamed as she felt her shaft consumed by Taylor's hot wet mouth. She could feel the balls tightening and a strange pressure rising in the shaft. "Mistress! Please… I… I… oh fuck! I think I'm going to…" Her voice was lost in a scream of pleasure as Taylor's mouth began to bob on her shaft, throwing her over the edge. She could feel deep rhythmic pulses as the pressure exploded out of her body, sending long shots of her clear girl cum into Taylor's mouth.

Her mistress released her cock as the last few twitches subsided, letting the clear juices shoot all over Halley's stomach. She smiled softly as her sub's chest heaved and ran her fingers through the sticky juices. "Much better than a real cock in my opinion," she commented. "I've heard that cum is really bitter. I much prefer the taste of an eager pussy." Her tongue flicked against Halley's stomach. "So, how was your first orgasm with a cock?"

Halley groaned. "I… good I guess. Fuck, I can feel the pressure in the balls when you work me up. Fuck, it just so… fuck. I can't describe it properly."

Taylor smiled. "I'll take that as a good sign. Think you can handle a little more today." She licked Halley's taunt stomach again, making the bound girl moan as her tongue wiped away her juices. "Unlike a man's cock, this one stays hard as long as you're hot and horny for me. So I can make it cum over and over again."

"I'm not sure how much more I can take." Halley pointedly ignored the fact that her cock was still rock hard and twitching slightly, even after cumming.

"Are you sure?" Taylor said, her voice falling to a husky whisper. "Because we haven't gotten to the best part." She climbed up so she was straddling her sub's waist. Halley's eyes bulged as Taylor's pussy hovered just inches from her cock, her slick pink folds opening invitingly. "Or do you not want to feel my hot, wet pussy covering every inch of your aching cock?"

Halley whimpered as Taylor lowered her pussy, slowly grinding her lips against the shaft of her dick. She could feel the heat from Taylor's body against her, making her balls begin to fill again as her pussy flooded with juices from the display. "Please," she groaned as Taylor's pussy slid along her shaft. "Please mistress…"

"Please what pet?"

"Please put my cock inside your pussy mistress!"

Taylor smirked as she lined the tip of Halley's cock up with her pussy. "Since you beg so nicely…" She slammed her hips down, taking most of the shaft inside herself in one movement. Halley's eyes half rolled back in her head and her back arched, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "Mmmm, that feels good. Hot and hard inside me." Her hips began to move against Halley's body, her pussy sliding along her cock.

Halley moaned, no longer able to form coherent words as Taylor rode her dick. The tight wet folds of Taylor's pussy seemed to stroke her cock with every movement, making her cock twitch and her balls tighten more with every moment.

"You can cum whenever you want," Taylor murmured between moans. "But I'm not going to stop riding you until I cum, so try not to exhaust yourself pet."

Halley managed to nod and tried desperately to control herself as Taylor began to move faster. Her hips began to thrust up against Taylor's, making her cock disappear fully inside Taylor's slit with every thrust. She could feel her balls tightening again and her body trembled from the restrained pleasure.

"Oh yes," Taylor moaned. "Your cock feels so good inside me… Do you want to cum inside me? Are you going to explode inside my tight pussy?"

Halley nodded. "Yes… mistress…" She groaned as she felt her cock pulse again. "So… close…"

"I'm getting close too, pet… I want you to cum with me. I want to feel your juices shooting inside me when I cum."

Halley certainly didn't need any encouragement. Taylor gave a loud moan as she slammed her hips down and came hard. Her pussy clenched around Halley's cock as her body trembled with ecstasy.

Halley screamed again as she felt Taylor's pussy milked her cock, throwing her into her climax. Her balls emptied inside her mistress's pussy, coating her pussy with her juices and leaving Halley feeling completely drained. She slumped back on the bed as Taylor's pussy gave one last spasm, drawing the last drops from her well fucked dick.

Taylor was panting as she carefully lifted herself off of Halley. She released the cuffs, letting Halley fully relax on the bed. "So…" she said. "Worth the effort to get?"

Halley nodded slowly, not trusting her limbs enough to move any more than that. "Yes. Yes, we are definitely keeping this."

Taylor sprawled out next to her partner. "It's just for you. So bring it by whenever you feel in the mood."

Halley laughed. "If you let me do that, we might never get out of bed."

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Sam considered the human standing in front of her. "I fail to see why you are having difficulty with this concept."

"You… you're an eldritch abomination in human form. How exactly am I supposed to even do this?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "I imagine much like you would with any of your other partners."

"My other partners aren't borderline omnipotent, world ending angels."

Sam sighed. Why must humans be so stubborn? Her own body hadn't caused her to develop any of those bothersome tendencies. Levi could shove his insistence that she had gotten bitchier up his soggy ass. "You are currently in a polyamorous relationship with three other female parahumans and are involved in open sexual relationships with seventeen other human females. I fail to see how my inclusion will significantly alter your lifestyle."

"It's more the fact that your fetish makes absolutely no sense."

Sam cocked her head slightly. "I understand that it is not exactly logical with standard human understanding, but using Tinker technology to imitate its effects…"

Taylor slapped her own face. Why did humans use that gesture? It seemed uncomfortable. "You are an Endbringer. How exactly is it even possible to hypnotize you?"

"I believe the expression in human terms is 'Tinkers are bullshit'."

Taylor's expression would have conveyed her disbelief even if Sam couldn't read her brain chemistry to determine her exact emotional state. "Pull the other one."

Sam sighed. "I have constructed this body to mimic a human perfectly. It renders my body capable of experiencing human feelings and sensations, including human vulnerabilities."

"Why go out of your way to make a perfect human body then?" Sam examined Taylor's mental state again. She was certainly confused, perhaps a little curious. At least the blanket caution and distrust that she had been experiencing since her arrival was no longer at the front of her mind.

"Working with you leads to the best future and you would not work with me outside of a near apocalyptic situation in any other way."

Taylor looked skeptical for a moment, but reluctantly nodded. "Well, you're not wrong."

"I am rarely incorrect."

"And the sex thing? Don't pretend that I'd only help you in exchange for sex. You know it's not true."

Sam considered lying, but a quick look through that option showed that it would only damage their potential relationship. "Correct. I considered offering it as a bribe to leave a good impression at first. But I was… unprepared for the impact that human body chemistry would have on my mental facilities."

Taylor stared at her for a moment then broke out laughing. "Wait. So you asked to sleep with me because humans turned out to be hornier than you thought?"

Sam did her best to look offended. It was an odd expression on her face. "Human hormones were admittedly more… influential in my mental state than I realized at the time."

Taylor kept laughing for almost a full minute before she took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "Okay. So, the hypnosis thing?"

Sam's eye twitched. "You are aware that there is a 'Not Safe for Work' board on the Parahumans Online website, correct?"

"You got the idea from the PHO porn boards?"

"To a degree. I was… unsettled to discover a surprising amount of erotic literature involving my previous form. Apparently I possessed a 'sexy angelic body', despite my role in destroying your cities. A surprising number of posters believe that I would create a harem of brainwashed female capes if I was capable of sexual acts in my original body."

And Taylor broke out laughing again. "So you got the idea because you read mind control porn of yourself? And you liked it?" She couldn't keep talking as she doubled over cackling.

Sam felt her face heating, recognizing the sensation of a blush. "My hormones are not easy to micromanage while I am focused on other things. I admit that I found it… attractive to consider what it might be like to be under someone's control in a sexual scenario."

Taylor took even longer to calm down this time. "You still make absolutely no sense," she insisted. "But I'll give it a try."

Sam smiled and unbuttoned her white blouse and tossing it aside. Her matching pants joined it on the floor a moment later. She hadn't bothered to wear any underwear. Her breasts did not require a bra to remain perky when she had micro level telekinesis. And panties were simply unnecessary for her current plans. "Thank you, mistress."

Taylor didn't bother to get undressed yet. She led Sam over to the bed and pushed her back. The pale skinned girl hit the mattress. "Why keep the white color scheme anyway?" Taylor asked as she cuffed Sam's hands to corners of the bed. "I mean, it does look pretty good, in an albino supermodel kind of way, but it's kind of conspicuous."

Sam spread her legs spread eagle to make it easier for Taylor to chain her ankles down. "I simply like it."

"I suppose I can't argue with that," Taylor replied. "Alright…" She checked the padded cuffs carefully. "I think this will do. Now, let me just get the rest of the toys…" She walked over to the closet and removed the toys that Sam had requested. Theoretically it would work. Theoretically. On the surface, they looked like a simple set of headphones and an abnormally thick blindfold. She fastened the blindfold across Sam's face, adjusting it to make sure that she covered her eyes then placed the headphones in her ears. "Does that feel right? Nothing out of place?"

"I'm fine." Sam had to force herself to ignore her extra sensory abilities, focusing entirely on her human body. Having her eyes blocked was an interesting, though not entirely unpleasant, sensation. Perhaps she should consider the benefits of restraining her perceptions more often.

"Good, one last piece then." Sam gasped as she felt Taylor's fingers on her pussy. "Hmmm, I think you need to be wetter first." Sam jumped against her bonds as Taylor's fingers began to circle her pussy, stroking her outer lips and carefully spreading her slit open. "Just relax and let me handle this."

Sam nodded quickly, trying her best to hold still as Taylor's insistent fingers rubbed her. She could feel the touches making an extremely pleasant warmth grow inside her and she could feel her pussy beginning to dampen as Taylor continued. A low moan escaped her lips as one finger slid inside her and her entire body shivered. Perhaps she should have tried self-pleasure before requesting Taylor fulfill her desires because this was entirely too good already.

She gave a little whimper of disappointment as Taylor removed her finger. "Better." Sam moaned loudly as a dildo slid inside her now slick cunt. Taylor adjusted the vibrator once or twice, pumping it inside her pussy before settling it in place. "Give me a minute. I want to get one or two things that will make this smoother."

Sam fought down her instincts to follow Taylor's movements with her mind and let her fetch whatever had caught her fancy. Fortunately for her self-control, it only took Taylor a minute to grab what she needed.

"Lift your hips," Taylor ordered. Sam obeyed and suddenly understood as Taylor fastened a leather set of straps around her waist to hold the vibrator in place. "And open your mouth." Sam grunted as a ball gag was pushed into her mouth. "That's much better. Now, let's get started, shall we?"

Sam didn't even hard time to nod before the devices sprung to life. She could hear a slight hiss as the earbuds sealed and blocked out all outside sound. "Hello slut," Taylor's voice whispered through the headphones. "You want to be my good pet, don't you?" The vibrator buzzed once, testing itself as it synced to the recording. "You want to be trained to be my obedient slut. I'm going to break you pet." The vibrator vibrated again as the blindfold suddenly lit up, projecting an image directly to her eyes. Taylor's smirking face superimposed over a swirling pattern appeared. "Look into my eyes slut. Look deep and let everything else fade away. All you need to focus on is me. All you want to focus on is me. Just look at me and relax."

Sam took a deep breath, as much as she could through the gag in any case, and obeyed, focusing on Taylor's face. The spiral seemed focused on Taylor's head, guiding her eyes to the middle every time she tried to look away. "Relax." The vibrator buzzed as Taylor drew out the word. "Focus on my eyes and relax. Let all your trouble fade away. I'm going to start counting down from ten. Every number draws you deeper into my eyes, like you're sinking into a lake. Let your mistress consume your thoughts."

Sam drew a shuddering breath through her nose and felt her body relaxing, going limp on the bed. It did feel rather nice to relax as Taylor commanded. "Ten." She took another breath, focusing on Taylor's deep brown eyes. "Nine." She relaxed her limbs again, letting Taylor's voice completely fill her head. "Eight." Taylor's eyes almost seemed to ripple, drawing her gaze to her dark pupils. "Seven. You're limbs are going completely limp." Sam wasn't about to disagree. It felt way too nice to let her stress fade away. "Six." She could feel her heartbeat slow and Taylor's eyes seemed to get bigger, filling more and more of her gaze.

"Five. Your body is starting to feel pleasantly warm." It wasn't her whole body, but she certainly felt heat building between her legs. The vibrator pulsed again, destroying her concentration and filling her head with the feeling. "Four. Your body feels lighter and lighter…" Sam could believe it. She barely felt the bed anymore, completely focused on the sensation between her legs and the fuzzy feeling in her head. "Three. Your head is getting so empty." Sam's eyes fluttered as her thoughts got harder and harder to focus. "Two. Your head getting emptier and your body is getting hotter." Sam groaned softly through the gag as the vibrator buzzed again. "One, all that's left in your head is my voice and the heat." Sam groaned as the toy stayed on this time, destroying the last of her concentration. "Zero. Empty slut."

Sam was still on the bed, her breath panting and her pussy pulsing in time with the vibrator's buzzing. "Now you're going to listen to my voice slut." The image of Taylor zoomed out, revealing her naked body. "And obey every one of my orders. I'm going to train you to be a good slut for me."

Sam found herself nodding reflexively. The toy in her pussy pulsed again and she moaned into the gag. "You're so fucking wet slut. You like being an empty-headed slut for me, don't you? No need to think. Just obey. Obeying makes you feel good." Sam's hips jerked up as the vibrator picked up speed. "So good." Taylor smirked and ran a hand down over her body. "Hold still slut." Sam obeyed instantly, going completely still on the bed. She was rewarded with another faster pulse from the toy inside her cunt. "Your body responds to my wishes so good slut."

The image zoomed out on her again, finally bringing her pussy into view. It zoomed in slowly, filling Sam's eyes with her mistress's pussy. "See how wet you make me by being a good slut?" Sam groaned again, still staying completely still. "This pussy owns you slut. You live to serve my wet slit."

A latex covered head joined Taylor's pussy on screen. "Feel your tongue on my slit. The hot, soft flesh parting around your eager tongue and the taste filling your mouth." The vibrator speed up as the sub licked her mistress's pussy. "My pleasure is your pleasure. Serving me is pleasure." The nameless tongue began to lick Taylor faster and the vibrator matched its pace, rapidly making the wonderful heat inside her grow as the tongue pleasured her mistress. "Every lick fills your empty head more. Fills it with obedience and pleasure." Sam's body shuddered, still unable to move. "Feel your pussy pulsing. Every time you lick me, it gets better and better. Faster and faster. Every time you obey, you get more and more sensitive. Every breath, every touch, makes the pleasure stronger."

The spiral seemed to reappear over Taylor's pussy, drawing Sam's gaze in to her core. "Feel it spin around and around. Obedience gives you more pleasure. Pleasure makes you obey. Deeper, deeper, until there's nothing be pleasure." Sam wanted to scream, but she had no words to think of anymore. Just pleasure, so much pleasure.

"The pleasure fills your body. Building higher and higher. Filling your body." Sam moaned through her gag. "In your breasts." She suddenly became very aware of her achingly hard nipples. "In your mouth." She moaned around the gag again, her lips sucking the ball and making her body tremble. "And deep inside your pussy." Her pussy clenched. She couldn't tell if the vibrator was still going or if the pleasure was all from her head now. "You're so close. So close to cumming."

Sam bucked, her pussy desperately close to going over the edge. "As the pleasure erupts, your head will be completely empty again. Empty except for your obedience." Sam groaned. Yes, she wanted it. She wanted to be empty and feel so good. "Closer and closer slut. All the pressure building and building." Sam's breath came out in short gasps. Yes, yes, yes! "Releasing all at once!" A muffled broken scream erupted from behind the gag as her body trembled and her juices squirted into the air. All thought was obliterated as the white hot pleasure filled every inch of her body.

She crumpled back on the bed, immobile and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She had no idea how long she lay there, empty aside from the wonderful golden glow of pleasure. She finally felt hands pulling the mask and earbuds out and she saw her mistress's face. She unfastened the gag and removed it slowly. Her eyes fell on Taylor's face and she felt a spark of pleasure immediately. "Are you okay? You were in there for almost an hour."

"I'm fine mistress."

"Did it feel good slut?"

Sam shivered at the title, feeling her pussy clench around the now motionless vibrator. "Yes mistress."

"Will you obey slut?"

Her pussy clenched again at the word. "Yes mistress."

"Good slut." Taylor climbed onto the bed, straddling Sam's head. "Lick."

Sam leaned up and pressed her mouth against Taylor's pussy. Heat exploded in her own slit as she began to lick her. It was good to be obedient.

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Amy entered Taylor's hideout as quietly as she could. She glanced at her phone and winced. It was almost half an hour after she had said she would be back and she knew that Taylor would be well aware of it. A sigh escaped her lips as she stripped herself naked and tossed her clothes in the hamper on the way to the playroom. Maybe if she was quiet and obedient, her mistress wouldn't be too upset.

"You are late slut." Well, so much for that fleeting dream.

"I'm sorry mistress. There were a few more cases at the hospital and I wanted to try to get through a few extra people today."

Taylor sighed. "Pet, I know that you feel the need to help people. But I put limits on how often you go to the hospitals for a reason."

Amy blushed and looked down. "I'm so sorry mistress. I didn't think it would take too long."

Taylor caressed her cheek. "If I let you work however you wanted, you would overwork yourself again. I'm trying to help you pet."

"I know mistress."

"Then why did you disobey me, pet?"

Amy winced. Yep, Taylor was definitely angry. "I just wasn't thinking mistress." She yelped as Taylor grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it.

"Then you should have thought more carefully slut." Amy was forced to follow as Taylor half dragged her toward the playroom. "I have had something special prepared for you all week and then you didn't show up on time. Do you know how much trouble you are in right now?"

"A lot mistress." She was starting to get the feeling that this 'something special' was going to be significantly less fun now. Well, less fun for her in any case.

"Looks like you're thinking properly now slut. Get inside."

Amy bowed her head submissively and walked into the dungeon. The instant she was inside, she froze in place, her jaw dropping open. "What?" Two girls were on their knees, bound to the bed frame with a set of hand cuffs. Vicky naked at one side of the bed, save for a blindfold and a red ball gag. Crystal was on her knees on the other with a black gag and a matching blindfold. Both of their pussies were practically dripping down their legs and it took Amy a moment to realize that Taylor had a vibrating egg inside of both of them.

"I've been teasing your sister and your cousin all afternoon," Taylor said as she closed the door behind them. "They've been waiting for you to get back so we could play our little game. Then you were LATE." Taylor punctuated the last word with a sharp slap on Amy's ass. "Get dressed so we can get started and finally relieve your family for all that built up need."

Amy nodded, tearing her eyes away from the bound pair and hurrying over to the closet. Taylor already had an outfit out for her, as usual. It had a vague look of a nurse's outfit, though made out of pure latex and in a mix of white and a shade of green that reminded her of hospital scrubs. She grabbed some lotion and gave herself a quick rub down to make sure that she could get the skin tight suit on without too much trouble. It still took her a minute, but she was used to this kind of outfit by now. The mask was comparatively easy to get on, though she had to be careful to tuck her hair underneath properly and there was even a little hat to go with it this time. Once she was satisfied with the rest of the outfit, she reached for the gloves.

"Not yet slut," Taylor said. "First, you need to bring out Vicki's inner bimbo and Crystal agreed to a little tune up before we got started."

Amy nodded and set the gloves back down. "You both agreed to this?" She trusted Taylor, but still… Both girls nodded as quickly as they could.

"I have something they wrote down before I tied them up too, if you need to see it," Taylor interjected.

"It's fine mistress." Amy walked over to her sister first, setting one hand on her shoulder and beginning to shift her body. She tried very hard to ignore the building desire between her legs as Vicky's already sizable breasts grew, swelling up and bouncing slightly as her body jerked. Amy tweaked her sensitivity up high, making her moan and struggle as the teasing vibrations inside her suddenly grew more intense. Vicky's moans got louder again as Amy made her final adjustments, making her ass swell and, though it wasn't obvious to anyone else, blanketing her mind in an air-headed haze. Satisfied with the changes, she walked over to her cousin. "What does she want mistress?"

"Same as Vicki, but no airhead modification."

Amy nodded and went to work, pumping Crystal's breasts up to almost match Vicki's bimbo boobs. She moved on to her ass next, making sure to form it into a perfect round shape, perfect for spanking. Crystal shook under her hands as she got to her pussy, making the tormenting toy absolutely hellish. She could tell that Crystal as fighting with everything she had not to cum right then and there. "All done mistress."

Taylor inspected the girls, examining their bodies and groping their tits for a moment. "I think that will do slut. Gloves on and on your knees next to the bed."

Amy hurried to obey, pulling the tight latex over her last bit of exposed skin and dropped to her knees. Taylor pushed over a pillow for her to kneel on so she would be reasonably comfortable then freed Crystal, helping her to her feet and scooping the egg from her pussy. Crystal went limp for a moment, looking completely drained from trying not to cum. Taylor unfastened the gag and blindfold and she took a deep breath. "Thank you mistress," Crystal gasped.

"Just relax a moment pet," Taylor said. She helped her lay back on the bed, giving her a minute to recover. She passed Crystal's gag to Amy. "Put that in slut," she ordered before moving to free Vicki.

Amy obeyed even as her eyes followed Vicki's ass while Taylor helped her stand, not able to help herself. Despite her devotion to her mistress, her sister's body could still make her drool. Taylor removed the blindfold first, making the bimbofied slut blink at the sudden light. "Do you feel alright Vicki?"

Vicki looked confused for a moment and mumbled something before realizing that she was gagged. She nodded instead. Taylor smiled and slid the egg out of her pussy, turning it off and setting it aside with Crystal's toy. She finished by releasing Vicki's gag. "Thank you mistress," Vicki said with a small giggle. She tossed her hair, making her ass shake as she bounced a little bit.

"Do you remember what we talked about this afternoon bimbo slut?" Taylor asked, slowly running her hand over Vicki's ass.

Vicki moaned at the touch. "Yes mistress."

"Who am I slut?" Her hand moved up Vicki's side and brushed against her breasts.

"You're mistress. I obey and you make me feel all good and stuff."

Taylor smiled and groped Vicki's breasts. "Good. And who's that?" She pointed to Amy.

Vicki moaned happily at her mistress's touch. "That's whore. She doesn't get bimbo pussy. She gets to watch and have a dripping horny pussy."

Amy whimpered through her gag at that thought. She could already feel her wetness under the latex as Taylor lightly caressed her sister's body. Playing with bimbo Vicki was always torture for her, no matter what game Taylor had in mind.

"Correct," Taylor said. She pointed to Crystal on the bed. "And who's that?"

Vicki pouted in a way that was entirely too cute as she looked at Crystal. Amy could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears as she tried to remember something through the airheaded bimbo brain she'd given her. "Oh!" Vicki suddenly said. "That's toy. I'm supposed to play with her so we both get lots of fun orgasms!"

Taylor patted her head like she was congratulating a small child. "Very good Vicki! Now, since you were such a good bimbo and remembered everything your mistress told you, how about you give toy a big kiss as a reward?"

Vicki actually squealed with delight. "Yay! Thank you mistress!" Amy's eyes almost bulged out of her head as Vicki dived onto the bed and mashed her full, sexy lips against Crystal's. And Crystal returned the kiss with equal vigor, their tongues intertwining and both of them moaning loudly.

Amy was too stunned to respond as she distantly felt Taylor pulling her arms behind her back and cuffing her in place. "It looks like she's having fun, doesn't it slut?" she whispered in Amy's ear. "I bet you want to be in there too, don't you? Seeing Vicki finally breaking that taboo, her and your cousin shoving their tongues down each other's throats must be driving you crazy." Amy whimpered, unable to look away as Crystal grabbed Vicki's ass and a loud smack resounded through the room. "Well, you shouldn't have been half an hour late then." Amy gave Taylor the most desperate look she could as her mistress unzipped her crotch, revealing Amy's dripping pussy. "If you're a good slut and watch while I fuck both of them, I might let you suck Vicki's juices off my strap-on." Taylor stood up and tossed her clothes aside. She stopped a moment, then pressed the second unused gag into Amy's hand. "Drop that if you need to safe word," Taylor ordered before she turned toward her collection of toys.

Taylor crossed the room to her toy shelf and retrieved a double ended dildo. "Okay pets," she said. "I think that's enough trying to eat each other's faces." Crystal and Vicki both stopped kissing, though their hands continued to caress each other. Taylor held up the toy. "Let's play a little game. You're going to fuck each other for my entertainment. Whoever manages to make the other cum first gets my strap-on first." She tossed the dildo to the pair and grabbed a vibrator to keep herself entertained while she watched.

Vicki grabbed the toy and pushed it inside her pussy, moaning loudly as one end slid deep inside her. Crystal spread her legs, letting Vicki drive the other end into her slick pussy. The girls began to thrust against each other, their hips slapping against each other and the wet sound of their dripping pussies joined their lewd moans in the air. Amy felt her own pussy clench and she shifted in place, unable to even touch herself to the sight.

Taylor smirked and began to tease herself with the dildo, running the slowly vibrating toy along her outer lips before she pushed it inside, fucking herself with just the tip. "I bet you'd do anything to be the one taking that instead of Crystal, wouldn't you slut? Too bad you decided to pick today to disobey me."

A sharp smack filled the air as Crystal slapped Vicki's ass. She practically kneaded Vicki's generous backside before delivering another hard slap. Vicki moaned and wiggled as Crystal began to alternate cheeks, making her ass bounce from the repeated impacts. Before she could respond, Crystal added to her assault. Her mouth attached to Vicki's oversized breasts, sucking one nipple then the other and running her tongue all over Vicki's tits. Vicki threw her head back and screamed, her entire body shaking as Crystal hit as many sensitive spots as she could at once.

Taylor began to pound herself faster, clearly enjoying the show. A low moan came from the dominant and she turned her own toy up. Amy whimpered, a desperate ache starting to form in her pussy as everyone but her got as much pleasure as they could handle.

Vicki moaned and squealed as Crystal bit one of her nipples, slapping her other tit and squeezing her ass. "Oh. Oh! Mistress, she's making me…" Vicki's voice was lost as Crystal thrust up against her hard, driving the dildo in deep. "So good!" She threw her head back and screamed, her juices exploding all over the bed as she came hard.

Taylor pulled her own toy from her dripping slit. "Looks like Crystal wins Vicki slut."

Vicki moaned as she fell back on the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm sorry mistress. It just felt sooooo good…"

Taylor set the vibrator aside and cupped Vicki's cheek. "It's okay pet. I wanted to see one of you cum like a good little whore. You'll still get to watch while I fuck Crystal silly. Then I'll take care of you too."

Vicki moaned and nuzzled Taylor's hand. "Yes mistress."

"And remember, no touching yourself while I'm fucking Crystal."

"Yes mistress. Bimbo holes are for other people's pleasure first." She recited the last bit like Taylor had spent a great deal of time drilling that into her head. Amy groaned, her own pussy leaking at the thought of Vicki pleasuring her needy snatch.

Taylor smiled and patted her on the head. "Good girl. Now…" She turned to Crystal. "Since you won our little game, I'll even let you pick how you take my strap-on."

Crystal frowned, thinking about it for a minute. "Can I ride it mistress? I want to bounce on your cock until I cum all over it."

Taylor smirked. "I like that idea. I like it a lot." She opened the drawer beside the bed and removed her eight inch purple strap-on. She fixed it around her waist and moaning softly as the inner plug slid into her pussy. She smiled and sat back on the bed, letting the toy stick straight up in the air. "Hop on pet."

Vicki climb off the bed as Crystal straddled Taylor's hips. The bimbo dropped to her knee beside the bed, putting her head at just the right level to watch Crystal's pussy as it swallowed Taylor's cock. She glanced over at Amy, giggling and pulling on her tits to make them bounce.

Amy barely paid attention as Crystal began to ride their mistress. Her eyes couldn't seem to leave her sister's tits as Vicki's fingers slowly circled her nipples. Vicki giggled and licked her lips in a long circle, dragging her tongue along her fat pink lips. Amy shivered at the sight, her pussy throbbing at the thought of that long tongue going along her lips instead. Vicki clearly knew exactly what she was doing as she lifted her tits and let them drop, making them bounce and sway. A low moan escaped her lips and she repeated the action. Amy groaned helplessly as she felt drool beginning to run down her chin from the gag.

She finally looked away as Crystal moaned loud enough to break her focus. She looked up at the bed as her cousin slammed her hips against Taylor's. Her tits bounced wildly and her breath came out in short heavy gasps. "Fuck! Mistress I'm getting…"

"It's okay pet," Taylor murmured. "Cum for me. Show me how you cum with that hot new body."

Crystal screamed and threw her head back, taking Taylor's strap-on to the base and cumming hard. Taylor held her hips firmly, keeping her in place as her pussy squeezed around her cock. Crystal went limp on top of Taylor, slumping over and looking rather exhausted, but satisfied. It took her a minute to be able to move. Taylor just lay back, smiling up at her until she was able to climb off of her. "Fuck," Crystal moaned. "Too sensitive…"

Taylor kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Just rest a bit," she said. "I'll finish up with Vicki and Amy and then we can all cuddle." Crystal nodded and rolled over, lying back on the bed and closing her eyes. Taylor smiled again and looked down at her other two submissives. "Well, it looks like you're having fun."

Vicki giggled. "Yes mistress. I made sure whore has a super drippy pussy."

"That's a good girl. Now, bend over the bed for me so I can fuck your tight little pussy."

Vicki didn't hesitate a moment, bending over the bed and shaking her ass invitingly for her mistress. Taylor smiled and lined her cock up with Vicki's dripping pussy. Vicki squealed as Taylor slammed the toy in deep with one thrust. "Oh! So hard…"

Taylor smacked her ass and thrust the toy into her again, driving the toy in to the base. "Nothing else for my favorite airheaded slut," Taylor murmured. Vicki moaned as Taylor began to fuck her hard and fast, splitting her pussy open with the thick toy. She gasped and squealed, gripping the bed sheets hard as Taylor pulled her hips up to give her a better angle to fuck her pussy. Taylor couldn't help moaning as her thrusts made the other end of the toy shift inside her, grinding against her inner walls and making her own body shiver with pleasure.

"I'm… I'm gonna…" Vicki moaned, unable to form a coherent sentence with a cock buried in her cunt.

"I'm close too, slut," Taylor growled. "You're pussy is going to make me cum hard!" She slammed the dildo in again and Vicki screamed in pleasure as she went over the edge. Her juices covered her legs as Taylor fucked her straight through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure as long as she could. Halfway through, Taylor grabbed Vicki's ass and moaned loudly as she came too. She buried her toy in Vicki's slit, leaving them linked together as both girls tried to recover from their respective climaxes.

Taylor finally pulled out after a minute, panting softly. Vicki moaned at the sudden emptiness and rolled over, her face slightly flushed. "Mistress…"

Taylor kissed her on the lips. "That's my good girl. Just relax. We're almost done and then we can all get cleaned up together." Vicki groaned and climbed onto the bed. She crawled up next to Crystal, curling up next to her.

Amy whimpered as Taylor finally walked over to her. Her eyes wandered to the strap-on still around her waist, glistening with Vicki's juices. Her pussy ached at the sight. She didn't even care if she got to taste Vicki or not anymore. She just needed any kind of touch on her desperate slit.

"Now what to do with you slut," Taylor said, half to herself. She dropped to one knee and unfastened Amy's gag, finally letting Amy's jaw relax.

"Thank you mistress," Amy gasped. "Please mistress. Please, I need it. Please fuck me mistress."

"I don't think you've earned my cock slut." Amy yelped as Taylor slapped her ass before standing up. "But I'm not completely heartless." She grabbed one of the egg vibrators and shoved it into Amy's pussy. She smirked and turned it up to its highest speed. Amy screamed as the vibrations hit her needy pussy, making her body shake. Taylor grabbed the back of her head and shoved the stick strap-on into her mouth. "Not too loud slut. Your sister is resting."

Amy's eyes went wide as she sucked the strap-on. The juices were subtly different than Taylor's familiar taste and sucked harder, trying desperately to memorize the taste before her mistress decided to take it away. She moaned around the toy as her pussy spasmed and she went over the edge, making her entire body shudder.

Taylor laughed at her, making her blush with shame. "Wow, I'm impressed slut. You actually came the instant you taste your bimbo sister's pussy on my toy. I bet you'd cum without me even shoving a toy inside you if I let you suck her pussy directly." Amy's eyes went wide at the thought and she almost came again immediately as an image of herself between Vicki's legs filled her head.

Taylor thrust into her mouth, bringing her back to the present. "Focus slut. You lost your chance to eat your sister's pussy. Now be a good slut and clean my strap-on."

Amy moaned and began to suck Taylor off as best she could, the taste of Vicki making her pussy pulse every time she took the shaft in her mouth. She came again as the tip pushed against the back of her throat, making her pussy clench around the vibe harder. Taylor finally pulled back, letting Amy slump and go limp, nearly falling over as the tension bled out of her body. "Mistress…"

She felt Taylor's lips on her forehead and the dominant slowly helped her to her feet. "Easy, easy," she murmured. There was a small click and the cuffs fell away, letting rub her wrists and double check her circulation. "Are you alright?"

Amy nodded slowly, her head buzzing slightly. She licked her lips, still able to taste Vicki. "I'm alright."

"So, did you like my surprise?" Taylor helped her over to the bed, letting her join the rest of her family.

"I… I don't know what to do right now," Amy admitted. "How did…"

"It wasn't easy. Vicky got used to the idea that you're not actually related pretty easily, but she still thinks of you like a sister, so we had to talk some things through. Crystal was honestly easier to convince than Vicky was. She's a lot kinkier than she lets on." She let Amy sit back on the bed. "Do you need help getting undressed?"

Amy shook her head. "No, I can do it." She made no move to actually do so, simply laying back on the bed, her eyes shifting between her sister and her mistress.

Taylor smiled. "I'll get everyone a bottle of water then help you get cleaned up. Then we'll get a bath together and get you all nice and relaxed." She kissed Amy softly on the lips. "And just think, if you had this much fun this time, imagine what it will be like when we have time to all play together again. And when you're allowed to take part too." She smirked as she slipped out to grab them drinks, leaving Amy with wide eyes and fantasies of their next session, when she could be in the middle of the orgy. A blissful smile crossed her face as she fell back, utterly exhausted.

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Kayden wondered, and not for the first time, if she was making a very bad decision. She knew she owed a lot to Taylor Hebert, not the least of which was her daughter's safety. She also knew that sleeping with a fifteen year old was not the best first step to leaving her criminal past behind her. If her life was normal, Taylor was the kind of person that she'd expect to see going out with her stepson. But her life was far from normal. So here she was, kneeling in nothing but her panties, in a sex dungeon owed by a fifteen year old dominatrix.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Taylor said as she walked in, dressed in what Kayden was beginning to see as her standard outfit, a black underbust corset, thigh high boots and matching elbow gloves. "Hmmm." Kayden felt her face heating as Taylor slowly walked around her, examining her like a piece of meat. "Have you actually gotten bigger? I mean, you're already quite… busty compared to most of my partners, but I swear they're even bigger than I remember." Kayden shivered and bit her lips and Taylor's leather covered fingers ran over her left tit.

"I… I've been weaning Aster recently. They're swollen…" She gasped as Taylor cupped her breasts and lifted them slightly.

"I can feel it," the teen said. "It must be uncomfortable for you." She smiled and slapped her right breast hard. "I suppose that I'm lucky to have a genuine MILF in my collection then, aren't I? You don't get to play with tits like this otherwise." Kayden felt her breath speed up as Taylor's hands moved over her breasts, lightly squeezing the soft flesh. "Your nipples are so swollen." A small gasp escaped her lips as Taylor pinched both nipples hard.

Taylor smiled and tugged her nipples, drawing another moan from the kneeling woman. Apparently satisfied, Taylor released her, letting the nipples snap back. Kayden groaned and looked down. Her eyes widened slightly as pearly white drops budded from her nipples and rolled down over her skin.

"Leaky too," Taylor said with a giggle, bringing a blush of shame to the older woman's face. "Hold still. I have something to help with that." She walked over to one of her shelves and picked through her collection for a few moments before returning with two silvery clamps bound together by a chain.

Kayden swallowed hard as she saw the gleaming metal. "Please mistress…" she gasped.

Taylor slapped her breasts again. "As soon as you walked in here, your body became mine," she said. She opened one clamp and snapped it shut on Kayden's left nipple. The older woman cried out as the tight toy clamped down on her. "So you get to release that pressure when I tell you to." She snapped the second clamp into place on the right nipple. "Understood?" She hooked her finger around the chain and yanked it up.

Kayden cried out and arched her back, trying to lessen the tugging on her nipples. "Yes mistress!"

Taylor smiled and released the chain. "That's better." She turned back to the shelf and grabbed a long coil for rope. "Now… let's put those big heavy melons on display." She began to wrap the ropes around her body, under her breasts and around the base, pulling them tight and forcing Kayden's breasts up and holding them tight. The older woman groaned as the rope pulled over her tits and over her shoulders, hoisting her breasts up and keeping them perked up. "You know, I love big breasts," Taylor mused, almost talking to herself. "There's so much more to punish when they're nice and heavy." She brought her hand down hard on each tit, testing the bindings as they bounced and we pulled back into place by the tight ropes. "Arms behind your back." Kayden groaned as she obeyed and felt the last of the rope wrapping around her wrists and binding her hands behind her back. "Comfortable?"

Kayden tugged at the ropes experimentally. The bonds seemed secure, though she could probably blast her way out of them if she had to. And the ropes were soft and smooth, not chaffing against her skin or cutting of her circulation. "I think so mistress. Everything feels right."

"Good. You're going to be like that for a while, so make sure you mention if something starts to feel wrong." She leaned in, placing a kiss on Kayden's forehead. "And since we seem to be done with the preliminaries…" She smiled and delivered a hard slap on each breast again. "Let's get down to the fun part."

Kayden moaned. "Thank you mistress."

Taylor's smile widened. "Mmmm, naughty slut, aren't you?" She nudged Kayden's thighs apart with one foot. "You're already starting to soak through your panties and all I've done is abuse those big swollen tits." She walked to another shelf and returned with two more items. "Well, far be it for me to deny you what you want." She hung a weight from the center of the chain, dragging both clamps down and making Kayden cry out as it pulled painfully at her nipples.

Kayden felt her blush returning as the pain sent a wonderful warmth straight between her legs. "Fuck…" she moaned. "Yes mistress. Please punish your dirty old slut."

"What is it about Nazis that makes all of you complete sluts?" Taylor wondered as she picked up a paddle and brought it down on Kayden's breasts. "Ruth is a complete submissive, Othala…"

Kayden looked up with shock in her eyes. "Wait, what?"

"Oh, you didn't know about her did you?" Taylor smacked both her breasts again. "She and Victor have been trying out an open relationship and she was just so easy. And you… well, you're letting me beat your tits because it makes you wet."

Any chance for Kayden to reply was cut off as Taylor delivered a quick series of slaps, alternating between each tit with every strike. Kayden groaned and looked down at her increasing pink skin, her breath coming out in short pants.

"Have you had enough? Or do you need more punishment?"

Kayden took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. "Mercy. Please mistress, mercy."

Taylor frowned. "You must be really sensitive today," she said. "I was expecting at least a few more minutes of getting to torment you." She put the paddle down and moved to take off the weight off, then suddenly let the weight drop again, pulling hard on Kayden's nipples again. "Oops. Clumsy me."

Kayden moaned. "Please mistress… Please give me some relief."

Taylor smiled. "Hmmm, you haven't released any of that pressure today at all, have you?" She tapped her chin, toying with the weight with her other hand and coaxing a series of low mewls from Kayden's lips. "Well, I guess I'll be merciful today." She untied Kayden's arms and retied it in the small of her back, keeping the breast ropes tight while freeing her hands. "On your hands and knees."

Kayden leaned forward, moaning as the movement made the weight swing and the clamps pull again. Taylor released the clamps simultaneously, causing the blood to rush back to Kayden's nipples. The MILF bit back a cry as the surge made her nipples throb and pulse as sensation ran back to them. "Oh god…" she moaned, feeling a milky drop leak from her nipples.

Taylor caressed her breasts, tracing a line along her mounds with one finger. "You know, you look like a cow right now," she commented. "Coming to me with full, swollen udders and begging to be milked." She smirked, setting the clamps aside and walking over to a cabinet. "Fortunately, I bought something just for you."

"What is it?" Kayden asked cautiously, almost afraid of what the answer might be.

"Oh don't be like that," Taylor said. "I'm sure you'll appreciate it." She brought a two plastic tubes attached to a small machine. An empty contain was held in her other hand.

"Is that…"

"A milking machine? Yes, yes it is. Perfect for emptying the udders of my personal cow." She knelt down, carefully placing each tube against one of Kayden's nipples. She flipped a switch on the machine and Kayden moaned as the machine began to lightly tug at her breasts. Taylor pulled on each tube to make sure it was secure before she stood up and moved around behind her. "I think I'll be nice and leave it on low since this is the first time you've used it. That should make sure the drain is slow and comfortable." She ran a hand down Kayden's back. "And maybe even pleasurable." She adjusted the machine slightly and it began to rhythmically suck on Kayden's breasts. It was only moments before white drops began to leak into the tubes. Taylor gently squeezed her breasts and the drip became a slow, steady flow. "There we go."

Kayden bit her lip and moaned as she felt the pressure finally flowing out of her aching tits. "Thank you mistress," she gasped. "It feels so good."

Taylor smiled and ran her hand down her back again. Her hand ran over her ass and lightly smacked her rear. "I can tell slut," she said. She slid her hand between her legs and traced a slow circle in Kayden's very wet panties. "You're dripping down your legs." She leaned over, pressing her body so close against Kayden's that she could feel her breath on her ear. "Do you need relief down here too?"

Kayden took a shuddering breath. "Yes. Please mistress…"

Taylor smacked her ass again and grabbed her favorite strap-on from a nearby shelf. "That's what I like to hear." She buckled the toy around her waist and pulled Kayden's panties down, exposing her wet slit.

Kayden moaned as she felt the head of the toy rubbing against her folds. "Please don't tease me," she murmured.

"What was that?" The toy continued to lightly rub against her lips.

"Please fuck me!"

"Of course slut." Taylor thrust forward, stuffing Kayden's pussy in one shot. Long low moans filled the room as she began to pump her cock inside the older woman's slit. Taylor chuckled and began to thrust faster, gripping Kayden's hips to hold her steady. "Now you really are a cow. Getting milked and fucked at the same time. And you fucking love it too."

Kayden groaned, her fingers gripping the carpet like a vice. "Yessss…."

"Fucking slut!" Taylor's hand smacked her ass hard, making the supple cheeks bounce as she thrust in deep. Kayden squealed and her pussy clenched around the dildo. "Are you going to cum? Cum while you're being milked cow."

Kayden moaned and she felt her heart beating faster and faster as Taylor's toy slammed into her. "Yes! I… I… ahhhh!" She cried out as she fell over the edge, her pussy spasming as she came hard. "Yes!"

Taylor pounded her pussy through her orgasm. "That's it. Let it all out slut." She calmed her thrusts, slowing to short, shallow movements as Kayden trembled with pleasure. Taylor finally pulled out, her strap-on dripping with Kayden's juices. She cupped one of Kayden's breasts, checking as the stream of milk tapered off to a slow dripping again. "And it looks like you let it all out here too. Very good." She turned the milker off, letting it sit silently and carefully releasing the vacuum seal around Kayden's nipples. "Very good." She carefully loosened the knot behind her back and began to unwrap the ropes around her breasts. "You still feel alright?"

Kayden took a moment to regain her breath, nodding slowly. "Yeah… I feel alright."

Taylor carefully removed the ropes binding the base of her breasts. "You sure? I don't do rope much, so I don't want to cut off blood flow."

Kayden carefully massaged her breasts, feeling the still sensitive skin. "I'm sure."

Taylor smiled a much softer smile than before. "Good. Hang on, I've got some cream that will make sure you don't chafe. Oh, and do you want to take the milk home for Aster, or should I keep it?"

"You actually plan to drink it?"

Taylor laughed. "Well, I prefer it direct from the tap, but I'm not going to just let it go to waste." She pulled the container free and twisted a cap onto the top. "So, you want it or not?"

Kayden smiled. "I'll take it home. Aster is getting used to drinking from a bottle anyway."

Taylor nodded. "I'll put it in the fridge for when you're ready to leave. Now, let's get you cleaned up before you go. You look a bit… used."

Kayden laughed. "I was used. But I guess I could use a bath before heading home." Taylor smiled and gently helped Kayden to her feet and led her out of the dungeon and up to the bathroom. The tub was already filling with warm water and the air was steamy.

Sierra bowed her head as the pair entered. "I heard you finishing up and thought I'd get everything up here ready. You sounded like you were having a very... intense session."

Taylor shrugged. "A little. We got to try out the new milker." She released Kayden's hand as she sat on the edge of the tub, lowering her feet into the warm water.

Kayden sighed and pushed her hair back of her still flushed face. "God, that feels wonderful," she moaned, sliding down into the water and letting the thin layer of sweat built up by their exertion slide right off her body.

Taylor grinned. "I got the Jacuzzi tub for a reason."

Sierra smiled. "I can give you a massage if the ropes made anything sore," she chimed in.

Taylor laughed and made a shooing gesture. "I'll take care of her. But get both of us a cold bottle of water from the kitchen. I'm sure that Kayden's throat is dry after all that screaming and moaning."

Kayden flushed, but Sierra just chuckled knowingly. "Right away miss." The maid slipped out of the room as Taylor stripped off her clothes and joined Kayden in the tub.

Taylor slowly ran her hands over her shoulders and arms, absently checking for any rope marks while she lightly massaged her shoulders. She placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck and whispered in her ear again. "You did very well today."

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Siri was doing something unusual as she walked through the halls of the PRT headquarters. She was wearing pants. Not that she didn't wear pants most days, but she was generally in costume when she was at HQ and since her costume was entirely a manifestation of her powers... Right now, she was simply too tired to bother manifesting most of her barriers for modesty. Thus, pants.

She stopped for a second, trying to remember the way to the cafeteria. "Was it right at the supply room and left at the Wards' rec room or left at the supply room and right at the Wards' room?" She finally just picked one at random and kept walking. As luck would have it, left was right, so to speak. And she nearly ran in to Dennis and Chris as they left the Wards' lounge.

"Oh, good afternoon ma'am," Chris said with a hurried half salute.

"Hey Siri," Dennis added. "Actually rockin' the jeans today. Cool." He yelped as Chris elbowed him.

"Be polite," the tinker hissed. He quickly turned back to Siri. "Sorry ma'am. You know how he is."

"Relax," Siri said. "We're co-workers, right? It's perfectly fine to call each other by name when we're not on the job."

Chris flushed slightly. "Right sorry ma… Siri."

"See? That's not so hard. So, where you two headed off to?"

"Dinner," Dennis said. "We've got the last shift tonight so Dean and Missy already bailed and Sophia's down in the shooting range. Again. Because she's never anywhere else really."

"Hey, she hasn't called you a pussy in weeks," Chris said. "That's an improvement."

Siri laughed. "Mind if I join you? I was going to get something before I hit the showers."

"Sure, the more the merrier," Dennis said. The trio set off down the hall, the two boys flicking glances in Siri's direction. "You know, it's weird seeing you in pants. I'm so used to seeing you in costume. It's like Glory Girl not wearing a skirt." He blushed slightly. "Not that I mind you wearing pants. You can wear whatever you want."

Chris elbowed him again. "Shut up before you say something dumb," he hissed.

Siri laughed. "It's fine," she said. "I'm just worn out. Maintaining that whole costume is tough after a long day."

"You get worn out? What could happen to wear you out?" Dennis asked. "You're Narwhal, the biggest badass in Canada."

"Well I ran in to Skitter downtown…"

"The bug bitch? Damn. I don't care if the PRT decided to list her group as rogues. They're waiting until our guard's down so they can take us down."

"They're not really that bad," Chris countered. "They have completely backed off anything illegal."

"That we can prove," Dennis insisted. "No group with a leader that fucking terrifying is on the up and up."

"I don't know about terrifying," Siri replied thoughtfully. "She's very… passionate sometimes."

Skitter nearly tore off her costume, her skin tight silk and armor falling to the ground in a puddle. She shoved Siri back against the wall and mashed her lips against hers. "I'd say you're too dressed, but I don't think anyone can tell you that." Siri felt surprisingly shy as Skitter's eyes ran over her body, eying every curve revealed by her scattered force fields. She smirked and guided Siri's hands to her ass. "Don't be shy. Cop a little feel." Siri squeezed Skitter's surprisingly round ass, one hand running over her firm behind. She smiled and got a little rougher, smacking her ass once. Skitter moaned, her arms wrapping around Siri's waist and running her fingers against the exposed skin. "Mmmm, that's more like it, come on, smack my ass again."

Siri felt her heart beat increasing and she reached up, running a hand over Skitter's small breast. Another moan escaped her lips and Siri couldn't help imagining the look of excitement under the teen's mask. "You like that?"

"Mmmm, yeah. Don't hold back on me…"

"Yeah, she's crazy charismatic," Chris said. "She just kind of… gets to you. She's so sure that she knows what she's saying that it just comes across as so… genuine."

"No!" Dennis declared. "Don't let her get to you! She already got Lily!" He spun back to Siri. "Please tell me that you managed to beat her."

Siri considered what to say for a moment. "I was on top of a while. She wasn't quite ready for my force fields being able to penetrate a person…"

Siri's crystalline armor disappeared in a flurry of shards of light. She focused and manifested a new, rounded shape between her legs, the blue hard light shaping itself into a long double-ended dildo. "Are you ready?"

Skitter nodded eagerly. "Oh hell yes. Come on." She spread her legs, displaying her wet pink pussy. "Don't make a big thing like that and tease me. Fuck me hard…" Siri shifted over, pushing the much smaller girl down on to the bed. She carefully made sure the toy was smooth, rubbing the tip against Taylor's lips before letting it sink smoothly in to the slit. She felt the other end inside her pussy as Taylor's tight walls gripped at the dildo. A low moan escaped Taylor's lips. "Oh yes…"

Siri smirked and began to move slowly, the smooth dildo sliding in and out of Taylor cunt. "Fuck you're tight. I thought you'd be looser with how much tail you get…"

Taylor bit her lip as the toy pushed deeper inside her. "I'm usually the one penetrating. But it's nice to try something different…" She moaned again, gripping the bed as Siri picked up the pace, the toy stretching both of them open as it slide between their pussies.

"Damn, getting past the Manton limit is such bullshit," Chris said.

"Hey, my powers work on people just fine," Dennis protested as they finally walked in to the cafeteria.

"Can your powers cut someone apart with your mind?"

"Hey, my powers rock!"

"And can't stop Skitter."

Dennis pouted. "Well, at least she got taken down a peg today."

Siri's gaze was getting a little distant. "She did give in first…"

Taylor screamed as Siri pounded her faster, her powerful hips driving the dildo deep inside her pussy, small bumps spontaneously forming to grind against her most sensitive spots. "Yes!" Taylor screamed. "Come on you bitch! Ram my pussy. I know you can do better than that! Give me that cock!"

Siri groaned, her breath coming out in heavy pants as she tried to keep her head on straight long enough to send her over the edge first. "You want to cum while you're getting fucked like a slut? You want to cum on my cock?"

Taylor bucked against her, her voice lost in a series of moans and mewling groans. "Yes!" she finally cried out. "Yes. Make me cum with your huge fucking cock!"

One of Siri's hands gripped Taylor's waist, using it to gain better leverage to drive the dildo in as deep as she could. Her other hand molested Taylor's small breasts, her fingers trailing over her nipples and pinching the rock hard points. She began to moan in time with Taylor as the other end of the toy pushed back inside her every time Taylor's hips pressed back against hers.

"Yes… yes… yes!" Taylor screamed and her back arched as she came hard, her pussy clamping down on the toy.

"Nice!" Dennis held up his hand and Siri chuckled and slapped him a high five.

"But she certainly gave as good as she got," Siri added.

Taylor lay there panting for only a few moments before she rolled Siri over, barely fazed by her larger size. "Mmmm, now it's your turn…" Without letting the dildo even slide out of her pussy, she began to ride it hard and fast, using her inner walls to hold it inside her and making the other end move inside Siri's cunt.

"Oh fuck!" the older woman screamed, caught off-guard by the sudden reversal. Already close from pounding Taylor senseless, it only took Taylor a minute or so to bring Siri over the edge. Her body tensed and trembled as her pussy spasmed around the toy.

"That's it bitch. Cum for me," Taylor cooed as she slowly ground her hips against Siri's, keeping the toy buried deep inside both of them as the other woman rode her orgasm.

"So I guess she got away."

Chris rolled his eyes. "We're not allowed to arrest her anyway," he pointed out.

Siri nodded. "Well, we parted with a sort of mutual agreement."

Taylor's next kiss was softer. "That was a lot of fun," she said. "I should get fucked a little more often." She carefully climbed off, letting Siri dissolve the toy into nothingness.

Siri lay back on the bed, panting slightly. "Glad that I could help…"

Taylor laughed and pulled bottle of cool water from the fridge near her bed. She wet a cloth with half the water then handed the rest of the bottle to the Canadian. Siri took a deep drink as Taylor began to pat her body down, letting the feeling cool her body down. "I think we helped each other. You came hard." Siri yelped as the cool cloth slid between her legs and Taylor giggled. "And I guess that you're still a little sensitive."

Siri glared, but her eyes were too soft to make it convincing. "I really don't get out that often. And people never would do this kind of thing with me. They're too…"

Taylor nodded as she reached up and gently dabbed off Siri's face before leaning in to kiss her again. "Well, I don't care if you're a big famous hero. Everyone is equal in here. Except me. I'm in charge."

Siri laughed. "I'll have to make an appointment next time I'm in town."

"Why wait until next time you're in town? I have time for another session before you have to go…" Siri looked like she was considering it and Taylor leaned in to convince her.

Siri was smiling slightly as she found a seat. "I think we may run in to each other again at some point…"

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Paige Mcabee tried to shift in place, but only managed to make herself moan. Her arms were stretched above her head, not painfully, but enough to make sure that she couldn't do much more than stand where her mistress had put her. Her legs were pulled apart slightly, keeping her from pressing her thighs together and possibly increasing the sensation in her pussy to anything other than incredibly frustrating.

"A little warm-up while I finish a little paper work," Taylor had said as she slipped a small egg vibrator in to her submissive. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

God, it could have been half an hour by now and she wouldn't be able to tell anymore. The low constant buzz, never enough to do more than make her pussy hot and needy, obliterated all sense of time or progress. If she made it to five minutes before her pussy was wet and willing for Taylor, she'd be surprised. Combined with the blindfold over her eyes, she was helpless to do anything other than hang there waiting for her to return. Her sensitive ears heard the sound of footsteps and the door opened a minute later. She groaned as the heels of Taylor's boots clicked across the floor.

"Mmmm, well it looks like you're enjoying your little warm-up my pretty songbird," Taylor murmured, her lips only inches from Paige's ear. The former singer could feel her mistress's breath on her cheek and sense Taylor's body so close that they were almost touching.

"Yes mistress," she gasped. "God, please touch me mistress. Please, I'm so hot…"

"Yes you are, pet." Taylor laughed softly, making Paige blush as she realized what she just said. "But I don't want to touch you yet."

Paige groaned again. "Please mistress… I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want. Please don't tease me." She knew that begging wouldn't do any good. Taylor loved to tease. She could picture the spark in Taylor's eyes when she forced a sub to give in, to beg for what they wanted. She knew that look was on Taylor's face right now. It sent another blush of humiliation straight to her cheeks.

"Hmmm, no I think you're good just like this," Taylor said softly. "Hanging here, helpless and open to me. Your pussy tingling with desire. I think you like it too, don't you?"

Paige groaned as Taylor finally touched her, one hand slowly running along her stomach ever so lightly, letting up well before she got near anything truly pleasurable. "Yes mistress," she admitted, her blush darkening a bit.

"That's what I thought," Taylor said softly, placing a soft kiss on her neck. "I can see your naughty little pussy right now. My little vibrator made you so wet, didn't it? Your juices are leaking from your hot little slit, running all down your thighs. You look like such a mess." Paige groaned as her pussy twitched slightly at the description, her inner walls clamping around the pulsing egg and giving her a momentary burst of pleasure. "Maybe I shouldn't call it a pussy," Taylor continued.

"What?" This was a new one.

"Pussies are pretty, feminine holes," Taylor explained. "Warm, wet, hot little holes that are eager for mistress to play with." She walked slowly around her bound sub, one hand tracing an agonizingly slow arc around her stomach. "Your drippy, messy hole doesn't qualify as a pussy. That loose hole, drooling your slutty juices all down your thighs, is a cunt. A filthy, slutty, cunt."

Paige moaned as Taylor slapped her ass playfully, her pussy squeezing around the weak vibrator again and making her whole body tremble. "Oh fuck!" she cried out, her hips jerking forward and her clit throbbing with need. She knew that if Taylor would just rub her clit for a few moments, she go crashing over the edge into the orgasm that her body was begging her for. "Please mistress! Please, I need…"

"Need what pet," Taylor said, leaning over her shoulder and nipping at her ear. "Be specific. I want to hear you say it."

"My slutty cunt needs more pleasure mistress! Please, the vibrator isn't enough!"

Taylor laughed in her ear, a light, airy laugh. "No."

Paige slumped. "Please, please. I need it. Please fuck my dripping cunt!"

"I said no," Taylor said, reaching around and pinching one of her nipples. "I know what you want pet. You want me to put on my biggest strap-on, bend you over, and fuck that cunt of yours. You want to scream and moan like a common whore while I pound your dripping fuck hole with my biggest dildo and stretch out your messy little cunt."

Paige groaned. Her hips jerked again as she imagined the delicious feeling of being stuffed as full as she could be by Taylor's massive purple cock. "Yessss…" she moaned.

"No," Taylor said, pinching her other nipple. "I have no interest in fucking a horny slut cunt like yours. I'm going to let you hang here, my little toy pulsing inside you and keeping your cunt dripping and aching for hours on end. Holding you there, helpless and desperate for your mistress to give your cunt what it needs, until even blowing on your pussy would send you over the edge in to an earth shaking climax."

Paige couldn't even talk anymore. The image of Taylor slowly circling her body filled her head, only giving her the tiniest of touches, never on her cunt, watching her get hornier and hornier, desperate for an orgasm that might never come. Her body jerked as her clit throbbed and her inner walls pulled the mini vibrator in deeper, pressing it closer to her g-spot and giving her just a little bit more of her desperately needed pleasure. Her back arched and a loud groan escaped her lips.

"Oh you like that, don't you," Taylor cooed in her ear. "Your cunt just twitched and it's making more of a mess of your thighs. I think it wants it too. Your slutty little cunt wants to cum so badly. To reach the pinnacle of ecstasy and fill your entire body with that blinding, white hot pleasure. Maybe I'll turn up the vibe and let it happen. I might get some entertainment out of watching it." Taylor moaned a bit louder than necessary, sending a shiver down Paige's spine and straight to her cunt. "Your slutty cunt is making my pussy wet. Yes, I think I might let you cum. Just so that I can watch your body arch and your skin flush. I love the sight of a sub as they shake, their whole body covered in a beautiful sheen of sweat and their own juices as they lose all control and cum for me."

Paige moaned louder, her body beginning to tremble as she felt heat building in her core. God, she wanted that orgasm. She wanted it so bad. She wanted mistress to watch her cum until she couldn't take another climax.

"Mmmm, I bet that's something that such a slutty cunt would be good at," Taylor continued, ignoring the desperate tightening of Paige's body. "In fact, I'm sure of it. That dirty hole would cum so good, clenching around my toy like it's the last thing that will even fill it and milking it for every drop of pleasure that it could give. Your juices shooting through the air as you squirt little a whore." Paige twitched. Just a little more… "Oh, I know you're a squirter. A juicy little cunt like has to squirt, making a big mess all over my nice clean floor. Then I'd finally let you down, pushing those big full lips against the floor and making you lick your own juices up like a good whore."

Paige finally lost it. A scream tore from her throat as she came hard, her back arching and her pussy clenching down hard on the vibrator as her body shook, the pleasure running through her body. Her pussy exploded with ecstasy, her juices arcing through the air and coating her legs and the ground below her with her juices. She went limp as the orgasm finally ebbed, hanging loosely from the bonds.

"That's a good girl," Taylor murmured in her ear. She felt one arm wrap protectively around Paige's waist while the other slid between her legs, carefully sliding a finger inside to scoop out the still buzzing toy. She set it aside and reached up, releasing one arm then the other.

Paige sagged in her arms, held up by one firm hand. "Thank you…" she managed after a moment, her voice slowly returning as she caught her breath. Taylor slowly lowered her to her knees, helping her get comfortable for a moment before she went to work freeing her ankles. Paige leaned over, pressing her tongue to the floor and lapping at her own juices.

"You don't actually have to lick that up you know," Taylor said, gently rubbing her back.

"You said…"

Taylor laughed. "Relax," she said softly, tilting Paige's face up. "It's just play. You don't have to take everything I say while I'm teasing you seriously. If you want to clean up after yourself, I won't say no. Watching a submissive kneeling at my feet and licking up her own cum is incredibly erotic."

Paige blushed a little bit and leaned back. "I… I think I got a little… worked up."

"It's easy to get lost in the scene," Taylor said, slowly helping her to her feet. "I'll have Charlotte clean up later. Right now, we need to clean you up. Because I wasn't lying when I said you're a little bit of a mess. Your pussy really does flood when you get worked up." She ran a finger through the slowly drying juices on Paige's thigh and licked it with a cheeky smile.

Paige blushed again, though she felt a little surge of heat in her core again. "Yes mistress…"

"You can call me Taylor now that you're down," Taylor said with a gentle smile. "But if you're not satisfied yet, we can have a little fun in the bath once I help you clean up and get your something to drink."

"I… I would like that," Paige admitted. "And maybe… can I lick your pussy Taylor?"

Taylor grinned. "Of course pet. Now let's get your cooled down."

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Karen was excited. Now, this wasn't an odd state of mind for her to be in. Karen was generally a pretty happy person, which made her a rarity among the cape community already. Well, the cape community everywhere except Brockton Bay. Despite having a ridiculously high cape population (at least compared to its overall population), and despite more than half of their numbers being super villains, everything was pretty nice. The gangs were causing record lows in crime, despite only a handful of their leaders being taken down, and the heroes were in remarkably high spirits.

It was incredibly suspicious. Well, pretty suspicious. They'd killed the Slaughterhouse 9 and saved her bacon, so they certainly had reason to be happy. But they were still happy and eager all of the time. Especially the ladies. Hannah had even managed to get that stick out of her ass at some point and Dragon was actually flirting outright when she called. Very, very suspicious.

So as the great warrior of justice that she was, Karen had begun investigating. As it turned out, tailing Hannah for three days straight was really, really boring. Did the woman do anything other than go to the shoot range and do paperwork? So she decided that perhaps it would be best to try investigating the Wards instead. For surely the next generation of bright young heroes would lead to something. Which also turned out to be rather fruitless. Not that teenage drama wasn't entertaining, but it wasn't really conductive to learning the mystery of Brockton Bay's parahumans.

Finally, Shadow Stalker had given her a lead. For Shadow Stalker had a girlfriend. And Vista. And Glory Girl. And Laserdream. And just about every female cape in town. Were all of them gay? So the daring Mouse Protector sneakily tailed Sophia the next time that she had a date with her girlfriend. Because it wasn't creepy at all to follow one of the Wards when they were on a personal day. Sophia didn't go down to the Boardwalk, or to one of the nice restaurants downtown. Instead, she made her way to the den of scum and villainy that was the Brockton Bay Docks.

There our fearless hero learned the terrible truth as she watched Sophia kneeling before a masked super villain and doing… things with her. Exciting things that would have been very sexy if it weren't for the fact that this super villain had somehow managed to seduce half the Wards, most of the other villains in town, and quite possibly a large portion of the local Protectorate. Not knowing who had been seduced by this foul temptress, Mouse Protector decided to confront said villain alone. So what if the Protectorate had redefined her as a rogue? She was clearly evil! With her creepy insect powers and her spider web covered lair and her harem of nubile super heroines that she'd clearly seduced with her dark powers.

Which led her to her current situation. Bound spread eagle, naked, in a dark room beneath Skitter's secret lair. All according to plan! And anyone who said otherwise could fuck off.

She could probably escape her bonds if she really wanted to, but her mark was about five feet in front of her in the same room, so it wouldn't really help all that much in actually escaping from her predicament. So she would just have to wait for the dark temptress to return and look for a chance to escape.

Soon enough, she heard boots against the floor and the door behind her swung open. Skitter had changed her outfit. Or rather, she'd taken her costume off entirely, leaving only her knee high boots, her silky elbow length gloves, and her mask. "Hello there little hero," Skitter said, her voice incredibly smug. "I hope you're enjoying your accommodations. I know they're a little sparse, but I had to come up with something on rather short notice."

"You fiend!" Mouse Protector declared. "I know what you're trying to do! I won't allow you to seduce me the way you've seduced all of the others!"

Skitter laughed, a surprisingly gentle laugh. "Oh, I do enjoy a challenge. And I have yet to fail." She walked up to the bound heroine, one hand running across her stomach and slowly tracing around her trim body.

Mouse Protector drew in a slow hissing breath. "You can toy with my body all you want, but you will never break my spirit."

"It's not about breaking your spirit," Skitter said. Even with her mask on, Karen could tell that she was smirking. "I have no desire for a pack of mulling little subs that have no fire. It's about making you want me regardless of it." Her hand ran around Karen's body, running down her back and grabbing a generous handful of her tight ass.

Karen moaned in spite of herself, a spark of heat running through her body. "Then I'll have to be your first failure."

"With a moan like that? Oh, I'll have you on your knees before dinner. Or maybe at dinner. It's always nice to have a pretty girl eating my pussy while I'm eating my dinner." She smacked Karen's ass, making her jump and drawing another moan from her lips. "Mmmm, you're a sensitive little slut, aren't you?"

Karen bit her lip and forced herself to stay calm. And to ignore the heat beginning to form between her legs. "If that's all you've got, I'm not impressed."

"Oh, I haven't even started yet." Skitter smirked as her hands began to move again, one wrapping around Karen's waist and gently teased her pussy while her other hand continued to molest her ass. "Oh my, someone's already getting wet. For someone who's not going to break, you're so responsive…"

Karen shook her head as Skitter's fingers lazily traced her pussy lips, coaxing out her wetness slowly but surely. Suddenly, Skitter's hand shifted between her cheeks and ran along her crack, rubbing against her back door. Another moan escaped her lips and she jerked forward, her pussy grinding against Skitter's hand for a moment.

"Oh, what was that little hero?" Skitter said teasingly. Her hand ran down her ass again, stopping to slowly trace a circle around Karen's rosebud. "Did you moan when I touched your asshole?"

Karen didn't dignify her with a response, but she couldn't stop her body from twitching and her pussy from getting wetter every time that the villain's fingers circled her hole.

Skitter laughed again. "What a dirty little hero. Does the hero want her ass played with?" Karen bit her lip and still refused to say anything. "You don't have to say a word. Your pussy is doing all the talking for you." Karen groaned as two of Skitter's fingers slid in to her pussy, rubbing against her walls and scooping up her juices. "Mmmmm, I love a slut that gets dripping wet for me."

"I'm not a slut," Karen snapped, the words coming out before she could stop herself.

"Really?" Karen cried out as the hand on her pussy suddenly smacked her ass hard. "Because I see a super hero who's getting soaking wet from being tied up and having her ass toyed with. You. Are. A. Slut!" She punctuated each word with another smack, making Karen moan and jump with every hit.

Karen moaned and bucked, her face flushed and her breath coming out in short pants. She really didn't want to admit it, but it was very hard to ignore what Skitter was saying when every smack made her pussy pulse and her juices began to drip down her thighs.

"Don't worry slut. I know just what to do to take care of you." She stepped away for a few moments. Karen couldn't turn far enough to see what she was doing, but she heard something moving around behind her and Skitter was actually humming softly. When Skitter finally came back, she spread Karen's cheeks with her bare fingers and exposed the super hero's rosebud. "Hold still slut."

Karen yelped as she felt something being poured down her ass crack. "Hey! That's cold!"

"You can deal with the cold, or I can fuck your ass dry. Your call slut."

"Cold is fine," Karen said quickly.

"That's what I thought." Skitter poured another dollop of lube down Karen's ass then began to rub slow circles around her hole, making sure to get it nice and slippery. "Now keep that tight ass still. I wouldn't want to hurt my new toy before I've even had a chance to play with her."

Karen gasped as one of Skitter's fingers pressed against her ass, slowly sliding inside her. She moaned, her fists clenching and her muscles tensing as she tried to stay still. "Go slow…"

"I don't think you need it slut," Skitter said. "You're already loose enough that I can slide one finger straight in." Karen moaned again as a second finger joined the first, spreading her ass wider. "Hell, I can give you two." She chuckled. "This isn't the first time you've had something in your ass, is it slut?"

Karen's silence was all the answer Skitter needed.

The super villain laughed. "Oh my. What a dirty super hero. Did you do it yourself, or did you have someone else?" Karen didn't reply again, but this time she was met with a sharp spank. "That one wasn't a rhetorical question slut. Did you fuck yourself in the ass, or did someone fuck you up the ass? Answer me."

Karen hesitated for a moment. "I did it myself," she said after a moment.

"Was that so hard?" Skitter said. Her fingers began to move slowly inside Karen's ass, pumping in a steady rhythm. "Did you use your fingers like I am, or something else?"

"I used a dildo," Karen said, her face flushing with embarrassment.

"Oh, don't be so shy pet." Skitter began to pump her fingers faster, drawing another moan from Karen. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. Just like you are right now. You are enjoying yourself, aren't you pet?"

"Yes." Karen could feel her face absolutely burning and her pussy throbbing as Skitter continued to insistently finger her ass.

"That's what I thought. Would you like more? Do you want me to give your ass a proper fucking?"

"Yes!"

Skitter chuckled. "Not yet slut. If you want me to fuck your ass, you have to be my little butt slut." Karen moaned and jerked against her hand. "Oh, I think you like that. You want it, don't you?"

"Yes, I want it!" Karen cried out.

"And after all that talk of resisting me, you give in the instant I have a few fingers in your ass." Skitter shook her head and curled her fingers inside Karen's ass. "I was expecting more from you slut." Her other hand absently stroked Karen's face, running down to her neck. "Maybe you're lying to me. Maybe you just want me to get you off so I'll let you go. Maybe I should stop and come back after I let you simmer a bit."

Karen's head shot up. "No! No, I'm not. Please don't stop!"

Skitter chuckled. "I'm not convinced slut. If you want it so bad, I want to hear it. I want to hear you say how much you want to be my butt slut."

"I want to be your butt slut. I need to be your butt slut! Please don't stop."

"I'm starting to believe you pet. But I'm not satisfied yet." Karen felt a shiver run down her spine. "Beg me for it. Beg for permission to be mistress's new butt slut."

Karen hesitated again. If she did this, it meant Skitter had won. She could stop. She could resist or refuse and everything could be over. "Please, let me be your butt slut."

"What was that? I can't hear you slut."

"Please, let me be your butt slut! Please, I want be your butt slut mistress!" Karen moaned with disappointment as Skitter's fingers slide out of her ass.

"Now was that so hard pet?" Karen could hear Skitter moving away from her again and something else being moved around before Skitter came back. "Now for a nice little treat for my new butt slut."

Karen yelped as she felt something hard being pressed against her ass. "What is that?"

"Something you'll like. Now hold still."

Karen did her best to obey, as she felt a round object slowly sliding inside her very willing ass. Finally, it popped inside and her ass closed behind it, leaving her feeling a little strange, but not particularly excited. "Is that it?"

"Oh no pet. That's number one of eight."

"Eight what?"

"Surely an eager slut like you has heard of anal beads before." Before Karen had a chance to process, Skitter pushed the second bead against her ass hard, forcing it inside with one rough push. Karen moaned and her entire body trembled as she felt the two beads shifting slightly inside her while Skitter began to push the third against her ass. "Mmmm, your ass is just swallowing them right up. I knew you'd like it."

"Yessss…." Karen moaned as the beads pushed inside one by one, each making her ass feel more and more full. As her ass closed behind the final bead, she went limp in her bonds, her chest heaving and her face flushed with excitement.

"Now that's how I like my sluts." She managed to look up as Skitter slowly walked around her, finally looking her in the eye. "Someone's enjoying her new toy a little too much." Karen moaned as two fingers began to rub her pussy. "I hope you're not going to cum already. You haven't earned your orgasm yet."

Karen whimpered. "Earned it? What do you mean earned it?"

"You don't think that I keep a harem around for me to pleasure them, do you? If you want to cum, you're going to have to please me." Skitter reached up and released her hands, catching her before she fell face first on to the floor. "Now, if you're a good little butt slut, I'll get my favorite strap-on and fuck your ass until we both cum. Alright?"

"Yes ma'am."

Skitter patted her cheek. "Good slut." The super villain turned around, displaying her small, but nice and round, ass. "Now thank your mistress for letting you be her butt slut."

Karen flushed as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Skitter's left cheek. "Thank you for letting me be your butt slut mistress."

"You're very welcome slut. Now, give me a little worship. Show mistress how much you like her tight little ass."

Karen leaned forward again, the beads shifting in her ass every time she moved. She moaned softly as she kissed Skitter's other cheek then ran her tongue along the soft skin. Skitter sighed happily as Karen began to pepper her skin with kisses, her tongue absently flicking against her ass and running along her curves in short, firm licks. Karen could barely think straight. Her heart sped up and her pussy throbbed with need as she lovingly licked and kissed every inch of Skitter's ass. She wanted to keep worshipping this ass forever.

"That's good slut," Skitter murmured. "I'm sure you can guess what you have to do next. Get your tongue to work."

Karen flushed darker and gently spread Skitter's cheeks, revealing her soft pink rosebud. She placed a firm kiss on the ring, her tongue tracing Skitter's backdoor, slowly teasing it open. The slight musky taste his Karen like a truck, making her tremble as she eagerly lapped at her mistress's ass.

"That's it slut, make out with my ass. Show me how much you love it…" She moaned as Karen's tongue pushed inside her, spreading her ass open and flicking wildly against her walls.

Karen pushed her tongue in deeper, trying to coax more pleasure out of Skitter. "Let's see if I can make her cum from being rimmed…" Her tongue swirled around, running around her ass before pushing in again, firmly tongue fucking the super villain's asshole. She was rewarded with a nice deep moan and a soft murmur of 'fuck' for her work.

After what seemed like hours, but was definitely not long enough, Skitter pushed her head back. "Mmmm, I think you've shown just how much of an anal slut you are pet. Are you ready for your reward?"

Karen moaned and dropped down on all fours, raising her ass in the air. "Yes mistress! I need it so bad."

Skitter chuckled and smacked her ass once. "Don't worry slut. You're going to get what you need and then some." She grabbed the string attached the the beads and began to pull them out. Karen moaned as the beads were pulled from her ass one by one, making her hole spasm as the toy repeated stretched her tight ring. "There we go."

Karen groaned and looked back as Skitter set the beads on a table and picked up a long, thick purple strap-on. "Holy cow…" she said breathlessly. "That's huge!"

"Eight inches," Skitter said, sliding the harness around her waist. "Don't worry. I've taken tighter holes that yours with this." She poured a generous amount of lube over the shaft, slowly stroking it to cover the entire cock in glistening lube.

"Just be gentle…"

"You already said that slut." Skitter dropped to her knees, lining her strap-on up with Karen's ass. "And I already told you, I'm not going to break my new toy before I'm done with her."

Karen moaned as she felt the tip pressing against her ass, insistently pushing forward. Her ass gave in easily, the fat tip penetrating her with one thrust. "Oh fuck!"

"Don't tense up on me," Skitter ordered. "It will hurt if you don't relax. Just let mistress do what she does best."

Karen took a deep breath and nodded slowly. She tried her best to relax as the toy slow pushed deeper. She could feel her ass stretching around the toy, her inner walls clenching around the hard rubber as it worked its way deeper and deeper inside. Her head was spinning as she felt Skitter's hips press against her ass. "Oh god…"

"All in. I knew you could handle it." She slowly began to pull out until half the dildo was out of Karen's ass before she thrust back in hard. Karen screamed at the rough treatment, but she felt the heat inside her spike. "That's it little slut. Scream for me. I want to hear you while I'm fucking your ass." She began to pump the strap-on inside Karen's ass, gentler than her first thrust. She settled in to a firm, slow rhythm, pulling back almost all the way before stuffing Karen's ass again.

Karen moaned and gasped as Skitter fucked her, her fists clenching at nothing as she tried to form coherent thoughts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" She groaned as she felt the pressure building, but not quite strong enough to go over the edge. "Please… more…" she managed between her moans.

"Of course." Karen screamed again as Skitter slammed in to her hard, her pace doubling in an instant. "I'm going to cum slut. I hope you're ready." It took Karen a moment to process, but she nodded her head, no longer able to talk. Finally, Skitter's thrusts sent her over the edge, her whole body tensing up as her ass clenched around the shaft, holding it deep inside her while she rode out the strongest orgasm she'd ever had. She could feel Skitter tensing against her back and heard the super villain cry out as she came a moment later, her back arching and forcing the dildo in as deep as it could possibly go.

As their climaxes cooled, Skitter slowly pulled out, leaving Karen's ass slightly stretched and tender. "That's a good slut," she murmured. "Was that everything you wanted?" She reached down and released Karen's ankles so she could finally close her legs.

Karen groaned and rolled over, still flushed and breathing heavily. "That was… yes… yes it was."

Skitter pulled of her mask and set it aside. "I'm glad. Hero roleplay is always fun, but it's a little different with everyone." She helped Karen to her feet. "Now let's get cleaned up. Because lube is a pain to get off if you leave it too long."

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"Remind me why this is a good idea," Taylor said to Lisa as she swapped out her full-face mask for one of the PRT's emergency domino masks. "Because I don't see how it's a good idea."

Lisa shrugged. "They extended the truce an extra twenty-four hours since the city's so shot to hell. Honestly, would you rather stay here overnight and slip out tomorrow, or walk back to base in the middle of the night while half the streets are flooded?"

"And they won't just arrest us in the morning because why?"

"Because they'd never have another villain show up at an Endbringer fight if they tried to pull that shit. It's better for everyone involved if they're accommodating to the less righteous elements in the room when S-class threats pay a visit."

Taylor grunted. "If we get arrested in the morning, I'm leaving you behind when we break out."

"No you're not."

Taylor fought the urge to slap Lisa upside the head and followed her friend back into the Wards' common area, which had been hastily converted into a dorm room for the teenage capes. Well, dorm in the sense that there were a little more than a dozen sleep bags laid out on the ground and a cooler full of food for the night.

The instant they'd come in, Vista had declared a 'girl's night' and kicked the boys down to the lounge one floor down that had been set aside for their beds. She'd sent everyone with a full face mask to get changed so they could 'binge on junk food while the grown-ups were busy' and started making popcorn.

When the two villains came back in, almost everyone else was lounging around on their sleeping bags chatting. Except for Rachel, who was sitting against one wall petting her surviving dog and glaring at everyone. Panacea quickly joined the glaring as Taylor and Lisa walked in, but didn't say anything.

Vista, not to be deterred in the slightest, was having none of it. "Popcorn's ready! Come on and enjoy. We've got all night."

"Why am I here again?" Shadow Stalker growled, taking a handful of popcorn anyway.

"Because you need human contact to stop being a bitch?"

Taylor bit back a giggle while Sophia threw some popcorn at Vista and took another bite. "Bite me munchkin."

Vista casually stretched the space between them, making the popcorn fall to the floor harmlessly.

"Wasn't there another one of you when you came in?" Flechette asked, interrupting the two's bickering. "I feel like there was, but I don't remember anyone."

"Yo."

Flechette screamed as Imp suddenly appeared behind her, whispering right in her ear. Imp burst out laughing, cackling like a mad woman. "Oh man you should see your face!"

"Where were you?" Taylor asked. "Please tell me you didn't do anything illegal while we're supposed to be behaving."

"Nah. Just had to go pick up some provisions." Imp grinned as she held up two twenty-four packs of beer.

"Is anyone here even old enough to drink?"

"I think I'm the oldest one here and I'm twenty," Parian said, sitting with surprising poise considering her dress had to be heavy. "Why am I here again? Shouldn't I be with the other adult capes?"

"Come on, we're more fun than hanging out with Miss Militia or something," Glory Girl cut in. "And considering what we went through today, is anyone honestly going to care if we get drunk and forget about it?" No one could really argue that. Imp gleefully distributed the drinks and they popped their cans together before indulging.

Half an hour later, Taylor was starting to get a funny buzzing feeling in her head while she sat back. Imp and Vista were trying to coerce the group into a game of spin the bottle, using an empty wine cooler bottle from another case that Imp had pulled from somewhere. Most of the group was arguing that they weren't gay and weren't interested in kissing girls. Taylor didn't really care when Parian and Flechette admitted that they'd kiss each other, though she was a little caught off-guard when Panacea joined them in declaring that she'd happily kiss anyone in the group. Except Lisa. The last bit was followed by a long string of curse words. Apparently Panacea was much more talkative when she was drunk.

"This is boring," Rune finally complained. "You dykes can keep arguing over kissing or whatever later. What is there in this place that's actually fun?"

"It's a military base," Vista replied. "There's not a lotta stuff to do. We've got the gym and the trainin' room and stuff. Most of the cool stuff is in here for us to use when we're bored."

"Come on, there has to be someplace in this building that's interesting."

Vista frowned. "Well, there's a secret room in the basement…" She immediately covered her mouth. "Oh, I'm not supposed to talk about that."

Everyone in the room was looking at her now. "What secret room?" Taylor asked, not able to keep her curiosity in check.

"I can't talk 'bout it," Vista insisted. "I'll get in trouble with Piggy."

Suddenly Lisa's eyes went wide. "Ooh, she's talking about the vault."

"What vault?" Imp asked.

"The confiscated goods vault. They keep all the cool stuff they take from super villains down there in case they need it for something."

Smiles were beginning to grow on faces around the room. "I bet they have some kickass stuff down there," Imp said, grinning ear to ear. "Let's go check it out."

"No way," Vista insisted. "I'll get in trouble if I let you guys go down there. The Wards aren't even allowed down there."

"Then we have to go down there!" Imp declared, suddenly jumping to her feet. "I bet they're hiding all this bitchin' stuff that they don't want the Wards to know they're keeping. We should go down there and find all the kickass gear that they've got hidden."

"Better than sitting around here," Shadow Stalker muttered. She pounded back her can, finishing her third drink. "Fuck it. Let's go check it out."

"Stalker," Vista groaned.

"When have I ever let the PRT tell me what to fucking do?" She jumped to her feet too. "Let's go. My keycard can get us into the basement. Don't know how to get into the vault though."

Tattletale grinned ear to ear. "Oh, leave that to me."

The group, some more reluctantly than others, marched down the hall to the main elevator and packed in, though with fourteen people, including on in a wheelchair, it was a bit of a challenge. Shadow Stalker swiped her card and they all descended to the lowest level of the PRT building. With everyone busy dealing with the fallout from Leviathan, the PRT didn't have anyone guarding a location that was supposed to be secret, even in their own headquarters.

Tattletale cracked her knuckles and grinned as she messed around with the keypad at the heavy metal double doors. "Really, that's their password? Only twelve digits? Weak." She taps the keypad and the doors slid open. "Welcome to the Confiscated Goods vault."

The girls stormed in looking through the piles of boxes and cases lining the walls. "This looks like something out of a Batman comic," Glory Girl said. "Check it out. I think this is Marquis' costume."

"I found Allfather's over here," Rune called out, looking reverently at the iron armor. "So cool."

The girls began pulling boxes open and checking different weapons, costumes, and a few pieces of tinker tech that were packed away for safe keeping. Everyone gave a stack of crates a wide birth when they realized that PRT still had some of Bakuda's bombs stored away. Finally, Taylor pulled open a crate marked with Leet's name. "Hey, anyone know what game this is from? Games aren't my thing."

Everyone gathered around, looking at the strange spherical device sitting on a pile of packing peanuts. "No idea," Tattletale said. "Which is weird for me. I don't have enough information unless we turn it on."

"No. No way," Vista cut in. "We're going to get in enough trouble just being in here. No using dangerous villain technology."

"Oh please," Taylor said. "It's Leet. Unless it blows up from malfunctioning, how bad could it be?" She ran her hands over the sphere for a moment, looking for the one switch then flipped the device on. It started humming, but began to shake and buzz and the world exploded in a wave of pink light.

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Taylor groaned as the world came back into focus. She managed to sit up, trying to ignore the pounding in her head and the slightly uncomfortable feeling of her body. She didn't feel like she was hurt thankfully, but something felt… off. She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear the spots from the explosion. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't wearing her glasses anymore. She blinked, surprised that the world didn't look like a bunch of fuzzy blobs. "That's weird," she muttered, looking down and trying to find her glasses. Her view was rather obstructed by two large D-cups on her chest. "Those are new." Taylor was quickly beginning to wonder if she was still unconscious and was just dreaming. She found her glasses after a few moments of feeling around and hesitantly put them back on. Everything still looked perfectly clear. "Okay… that makes no sense. Is everyone okay?"

A chorus of groans, grunts, and a few curses answered her. "Marissa!" Taylor spun around to see Genesis slowly climbing to her feet. Sundancer looked stunned. "I can stand!" An ear-piercing squeal of joy made Taylor wince as the formerly wheelchair bound girl jumped up and down, grabbing her teammate in a hug. Other parts of her body seemed quite eager to bounce on their own.

"Bad Taylor. Stop staring at her very nice, large, supple… no stop thinking like that!" She didn't even like girls like that. But her eyes still refused to leave the girls acrobatic assets until Marissa managed to calm her down.

"Okay, what the actual fuck," Aisha declared rather bluntly. Taylor looked to see her teammate and discovered that everyone seemed to have experienced similar… upgrades. Aisha's already nice tits had grown to a size that Taylor was pretty sure didn't exist outside of porn stars or maybe anime.

All eyes in the room turned to Lisa. "Hey, don't look at me. My powers are currently fucking with me. All I'm getting is everyone's new sizes and fetishes. I need a few minutes to get my head on straight." Taylor tried very hard not to watch as Lisa bent over rubbing her head, displaying her tight round spandex covered ass in the process. She also tried very hard to ignore the damp feeling growing between her legs. She wasn't very successful at either.

"Maybe we should go upstairs and leave the vault full of other unknown Tinker-tech equipment before something else explodes," Missy commented dryly. "Because someone might come down to investigate that."

Another chorus of voices agreed and the girls hurried back to the elevator, only taking the time to relock the vault before heading back up to the Wards' level. They were almost sprinting as they made the run from the elevator to the rec room, and universally glad that there still weren't any PRT agents around. Taylor quickly learned that running with actual breasts and a costume that only seemed to provide support when it felt like it was not very comfortable.

"Okay Tt," Aisha said as she dropped down on one of the Ward's couches. "Your powers stop being all pervy yet?"

"Are we sure she can even figure this out," Amy asked as she cuddled up to Vicky, pressing her new breasts against her sister's side. They seemed just about ready to burst out of what Taylor could only describe as a slutty nurse's uniform. Taylor was starting to consider herself lucky that her suit only decided to become skin tight rather that turning into something from a strip club.

"Fuck you too," Lisa said. "Give me a sec. I think my powers are… resetting or something. I've got a killer Thinker headache." She grabbed one of the leftover beers and downed half the can in one go. "Alright, let's see what I've got." She looked over the group, occasionally nodding or shaking her head. "Okay cool. Well good news everyone. We all have promising careers as porn stars ahead of us."

"Could we maybe have an explanation with less know-it-all and more actual answers," Crystal interrupted. "Because we really don't need another Tattletale knows everything day. We get it already."

Lisa actually pouted. "Fine. Spoilsport. Leet's thing was designed based off one of those porn games, whatever you call them. It made us all sexier, turned our sex drive to eleven and shut off most of our sexual inhibitions."

"That… actually explains a lot," Lily said as she shifted in her spot. She seemed to be leaning against Sabah quite a bit. "Err, how bad are we talking for inhibitions? Like, are we not going to be able to control ourselves?"

"I think we're good on self-control," Lisa answered. "It more removed anything that would keep us from enjoying any kind of sexual contact. So we basically have all fetishes, or at least next to nothing will turn us off. We still have all our self-control though, so we're not going to go fucking anyone who asks or raping people or anything. Oh, and we're all pansexual now. Have fun with that."

"Does that mean that thing turned me into a dyke?!" Ruth jumped in, sounding a little panicked. "No fucking way! I'm not a rug muncher."

Lisa's favorite shit eating grin made an appearance. "Well, technically it means we no longer have any preference for gender when it comes to sexual partners."

"Fuck you cunt!" Several empty beer cans lifted into the air around the pissed off Empire cape as she jumped to her feet.

Suddenly, she yelped as she was pulled back and fell on her ass. "Oh, shut up bitch," Aisha said as she appeared on top of her. "How about I help you work on your homophobia and your racism at the same time? You can suck my black cunt until you get used to the idea. Do a good job and I'll even return the favor."

"Bite me," Rune snarled, trying to get out from under Aisha.

"Kinky. Didn't know you were into that kind of thing."

Shadow Stalker snorted. Taylor had to guess that she found it amusing to see the Empire cape taken down a notch. The deep chocolate skin showing in her newly exposed cleavage certainly gave her more than enough reason to hate the Neo-Nazis. "For all your talk of being superior, you got taken down in like three seconds. You're a weak little bitch, aren't you?" Taylor could see a condescending grin on the hooded capes face. She couldn't help feeling like there was something familiar about her.

Suddenly, a terribly thought crossed her mind. "Hess? Sophia fucking Hess?!"

Shadow Stalker went rigid. She turned toward Taylor, her eyes raking over her body. "No. No fucking way. Hebert?! No. You cannot be Skitter. Absolutely fucking not."

Taylor saw red. She jumped to her feet and stormed across the room, practically throwing herself at the other girl. "You bitch! You're a super hero! How the hell are you a heroic anything?! You made me this!"

Sophia actually looked stunned for a few moments. "Are you kidding me? When did… it was the locker wasn't it? Son of a bitch. Maybe you should thank me. I helped you stop being a worthless little weakling."

Taylor's hand was moving before her brain caught up with her body. Sophia recoiled as Taylor slapped her across the face. With an inarticulate cry of rage, Taylor grabbed her by the collar and threw her sideways, jumping on top of her and hesitating as she wondered if she should punch her in the face or just strangle her.

Sophia responded with a knee to the gut and rolled over, getting on top of her attack and straddling her stomach. "Now there's a little fire. Is that all you've got Hebert?" She was panting and there was a look in her eye that Taylor didn't quite recognize.

Taylor growled and threw her whole body weight into rolling Sophia over, getting on top again and pinning Sophia's hands above her head while she ended up straddling her opponent this time. Sophia managed to piss her off more by just grinning like a maniac. As her brain finally caught up to her body, a thought occurred to her. Sophia's grin, her flushed excitement… oh fuck. "Are you getting off on this?"

"Maybe I am." Sophia's shit eating grin matched Lisa on her best days.

Taylor managed to keep her hands pinned in place with one hand while her other felt around for a moment to find its way into Sophia's pants. It helped that Sophia had stopped resisting. Taylor was hoping that Sophia was bullshitting her. She was wrong. "How have you not soaked through your suit yet?"

"All of the Wards' costumes are waterproof. So, what are you going to do about it? You gonna back down like a bitch or are you going to admit how good being on top makes you feel and shove your tongue down my throat?"

Taylor honestly thought about it for a moment. Then she let go of Sophia's arms and pulled her head up by the cowl. She mashed her lips against Sophia's forcing her tongue past her lips and ravaging her mouth. Sophia practically melted into the kiss, moaning into Taylor's mouth as their tongues wrapped around each other. "That's more like it."

"Shut up," Taylor snapped. "You're going to pay me back for all the shit you've given me. Starting right now."

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When Skitter suddenly shouted Shadow Stalker's name, Vicky had a feeling something bad was about to happen. When Shadow Stalker proceeded to shout Skitter's name right back, Vicky was damn certain something bad was about to happen. When Skitter leaped halfway across the room and practically attacked Shadow Stalker, Vicky knew she was watching something very bad happen. Normally, she tried to stop bad things from happening. However, it was significantly easier to do so when she didn't have an abnormally clingy sister hanging off her arm. "Amy, would you please let go?"

"No," Amy said cheerfully. She snuggled closer to Vicky, pressing her generous new assets against her sister.

"Well someone has to stop those two from tearing each other apart." She tried very hard to ignore the soft curves rubbing against her side, and the rather pleasant feeling that they sent through her body.

"They're fine. It's just them working out some issues."

Vicky winced as Taylor slapped Sophia across the face. "Working out issues. Sure."

"Oh come on Vicky. Why are you looking at them so much? Is it the height? My tits are at least as big as theirs now. And Dean is pretty tall…" Amy pouted. "Damn thing couldn't make me tall too."

Vicky's eyes looked like they were trying to pop out of her head. "Wait what? Amy! I'm not… You're my sister!"

"Only adopted," Amy protested. "You think after seeing you naked all the time I wouldn't have the hots for you? Getting out of the shower, getting changed in the morning. And that bikini you got last summer, the one that almost made mom's heart stop. Yummy." She giggled, clearly lost in a good memory.

Vicky was busy trying to wrap her head around the fact that Amy had been ogling her all the time and she'd never noticed. "But, but…"

"It's not fair," Missy grumbled, watching Taylor and Sophia rolling around on the floor, struggling for dominance. "Why does everything think Vicky's so hot? I finally get real curves and she gets even bigger ones. It's not fair." She pouted, crossing her arms and looking rather stubborn.

Amy giggled again. "Because she is hot." She reached across Vicky's body and grabbed Missy's arm, pulled her over. "But that doesn't mean you're not." She mashed her lips against Missy's, running her tongue over the surprised girl's lips.

Missy looked rather stunned as Amy broke the kiss. Then she grabbed Amy's collar and pulled her into a second one, shoving her tongue into the healer's mouth and moaning as their hands began to wander.

"Will you two stop making out on my lap?!" Vicky almost shouted as she tried, rather uselessly, to find somewhere to put her hands they wouldn't involve groping her sister or the girl making out with her sister.

"Aw, what's wrong Vicky? Would you rather I make out with you instead?" Amy teased as they broke their second kiss.

"No!"

"But your nipples are hard," Missy added, running her hand over Vicky's breasts and rubbing the hard nubs through her shirt.

Vicky bit back a moan, trying to ignore the sudden burst of pleasure running through her body. "That's just… I can't help it."

"Because you totally want some," Amy replied. Vicky yelped as her sister's hand shot under her skirt. "Wow, you're soaked. Did watching us make out turn you on that much?"

Vicky lost it, letting out a low moan as Amy's fingers passed over her wet slit. "No. It's wrong…" Her excuse sounded half-hearted even to her.

"But you want it bad anyway, don't you sis?"

Vicky groaned as Amy's fingers continued their dance across her pussy lips. "Yesss…" she gasped.

Amy grinned victoriously and leaned in, giving Vicky a kiss that put her make out session with Missy to shame. Her tongue pushed past Vicky plump lips and she moaned into her sister's mouth and their tongues intertwined. "Even better than I imagined," Amy said as she broke the kiss, licking her lips and leaving Vicky with a confused, but happy look on her face.

"My turn," Missy almost shouted as she grabbed the still stunned Vicky and mashed their lips together in a sloppy kiss. "Mmm, she is good. I guess if everyone's going to be lusting over Vicky, I deserve my bit too." She giggled and pulled down Vicky's top, exposing her breasts and her rock hard nipples to the cool air. "I wonder if these are as tasty as her lips."

"What are…? Oh!" Vicky moaned as Missy's mouth attached to one of her nipples, rolling the hard nub around with her tongue and nipping at it with her teeth.

"There's plenty of her to go around," Amy agreed as she cupped Vicky's other breast with her free hand and took the exposed nipple in her mouth.

Vicky groaned as they dual assault sent a surge of pleasure through her body. "Fuck! You two are going to kill me at this rate."

Amy grinned as she released her sister's tit and her fingers spread Vicky's lips open. "But we've barely even started." Her middle finger slid slowly into Vicky's pussy. "You wouldn't want to stop before we even had our fun."

Vicky moaned again, her hips thrusting forward reflexively and pushing Amy's finger deeper inside her. "Oh god!" Her body felt way too sensitive, like the device had turned all her nerves on max and left them there. Her back arched and she gripped the couch, trying to stop herself from grinding against Amy's hand.

"Has Dean done this for you yet?" Amy whispered, leaning in close. "Or maybe he uses his tongue, licking up all your slick juices." She drew her finger out of Vicky's wetness and slid it into her own mouth, slowly sucking her sister's juices off. "I would if I were him. You're delicious everywhere."

Missy released Vicky's other tit. She ran her finger along Vicky's slit and collected some of her juices on her fingertip, then sucked it clean. "Mmmm, she's right."

Vicky whimpered. "No. We've never done anything like that."

Amy looked positively ecstatic. "That means I get to take your virginity! Too bad I don't have a strap-on to do it properly, but we'll have to make do with fingers and tongues." She slid on to the floor and pushed Vicky's legs further apart, settling between then and running her hands along Vicky's thighs. She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her drooling lips.

Vicky moaned louder as Amy's tongue began to run along her pussy. Two fingers spread her open again and Amy's tongue digs into her hole, pushing as deep as she can reach. "Oh god Amy!" Her sister's tongue wiggled inside her. "Fuck!"

"Is she going to make you come already?" Missy teased, grabbing Vicky's nipples and pulling on them gently, drawing another gasp from her. "Ready to come on your sister's tongue?" She twisted Vicky's nipples and giggled. "Come on. Don't keep us waiting."

Vicky screamed as Amy's thumb found her clit and rubbed it as her tongue thrashed inside her pussy. Her body tensed as her climax exploded through her body and the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She came back to her senses floating several inches in the air.

"Looks like you enjoyed that," Amy said. "Now it's time to return the favor."

"She does you while I do her," Missy piped up. "Then I can do you while she does me. Or you can do her again while I do you."

Vicky groaned. "Shit. I don't know if I can handle these two all night."

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Crystal knew that logically she should have been more than a little weirded out when her cousins starting making out. She really should have been weirded out when Missy joined in. All it was doing was making her wet. She shifted away from Flechette and Parian, who seemed to have taken their change in stride and were busy trying to see who could eat the other's face first. Parian seemed to be winning, tilting Flechette's head back and moaning as her tongue dominated her partner's mouth. Crystal bit her lip, trying to keep quiet as she gave in and let her hand slide between her legs. Her fingers stroked the front of her uniform and she gave a small groan of frustration as the too smooth spandex prevented her from building friction on her heated slit. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of her fingers.

Her eyes snapped open again as she heard a giggle. "I think she's enjoying the show," Flechette said with a cheeky grin. "Maybe we should encourage some audience participation."

Crystal didn't have time to respond before she felt a tug on the front of her costume and she was pulled forward into the grip of the two girls. "I agree," Parian said with a smirk as she pulled Crystal closer. "It would be rude to leave her sitting there trying to take care of herself.

Crystal groaned as she was nearly smothered by Parian's huge dusky breasts. She could feel Flechette's hands unzipping the back of her jumpsuit and peeling it away from her skin, slowly revealing her soft pale skin.

Lily ran her hands down Crystals back, sliding under her suit and squeezing her ass. Crystal yelped as Lily slapped both cheeks. "Damn, this ass. I just want to bury my face in it."

"I think she's a little busy doing the same thing to my breasts."

Crystal finally found her voice. "Sorry. They're just so…"

"I didn't say I minded." Sabah pulled her dress down, revealing her dark brown nipples. "But are you going to just sit there with your face in my tits, or are you going to suck my nipples until I cum in my panties?"

"Are you even wearing panties anymore?" Lily teased. One of her hands found its way around Crystal's body under her suit and rubbed over her pussy.

"Well no," Sabah said.

Crystal giggled. "Well, then I guess I'll just make you cum until your juices are running down your legs." She took one of Sabah's nipples in her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue while her hand grabbed the other tit and her thumb flicked across Sabah's nipple. Her fingers pulled the hard point gently, twisting it slightly and earning a moan from her partner.

Lily's finger rub firmly against her pussy before two fingers slid inside her. "I think I can manage to match that." Her fingers pumped Crystal's pussy, her thumb finding her clit and beginning to circle to hard nub.

Crystal moaned around Sabah's tit. Her teeth bit down gently, lightly scraping against Sabah's nipple and tugging them away from her body. Sabah groaned as the sensation sent a jolt of pain through her body, disappearing into a haze of pleasure that made the moment even more intense. Crystal switched breasts without missing a beat, taking the other nipple in her mouth while her fingers traced her already fading bite mark.

"Fuck," Sabah moaned. "Fuck, you're actually going to make me cum from my tits. Do it again. Harder! Make me cum like a slut!"

Lily dug her fingers into Crystal harder, curling them inside her and looking for her g-spot. "Come on. Get her off good before I make you cum and I'll eat you out. Don't you want to feel my lips on your drooling cunt? My tongue pushing into your hot little hole and making you cum over and over again?"

Crystal whimpered, trying not to cum from the combined assault of Lily's fingers and her dirty whispers filling her ears. She bit down on Sabah's other nipple hard, leaving a bright red mark as she pulled it between her teeth. Her hands came down on Sabah's breasts, the slap echoing in her ears.

Sabah's back arched and she let out a scream as the strange mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her and she came hard, her juices running down her thighs as her untouched pussy pulsed with need.

"That's more like it." Lily peeled away the rest of Crystal's suit, leaving her naked and stuck between the two girls.

Sabah groaned as she leaned back, lifting her dress to reveal her cum coated thighs and her glistening slit. "Now clean up your mess while Lily sucks your cunt."

Crystal dove in her tongue running along Sabah's skin and scooping up her juices. "You taste delicious," she said, not able to get enough of Parian's taste.

She moaned softly as Lily lifted her ass and kissed her pussy before letting her tongue dance across Crystal's lips. "You taste positively delectable too," Lily added. "I think we're going to have to make this a regular thing."

"If it involves her tongue on my cunt, I could get behind that," Sabah added with a gasp as Crystal finally reached the source of her juices, lapping at her pussy like it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever tasted. "Oh god, harder. Be rough with me. Tongue fuck me, bite my clit!"

Crystal's only response was to obey, driving her tongue into Sabah's hole hard and deep. She paused a moment later, only to drive three fingers in and begin pounding her while her mouth found Sabah's clit and trapped it between her lips. Her tongue lashed around it roughly, flicking it around relentlessly while her teeth grazed the swollen nub and stretched it out.

Sabah screamed again, grabbing Crystal's head and holding her down, not letting her cease her assault for even a moment. "Yessss! That's it. Ravage my clit. Oh fuck!"

Lily, refusing to be outdone so easily, drove her tongue into Crystal from behind, grabbing her clit between two fingers and rubbing it between them before grinding her thumb against it hard and fast.

Twin screams filled the air as Crystal and Sabah came hard, their juices overflowing their pussies and coating both their own legs and their partner's faces as the pleasure surged through their bodies. Crystal slumped forward between Sabah's thighs, panting and glassy eyes while Sabah fell back on the couch, grinning like a fool and her chest heaving.

Lily just smirked. "Who wants a taste of mine next?"

The two other girls looked at each other. "You first," Sabah said. "I want to return the favor before I get between Lily's pretty legs."

Crystal grinned and licked her lips. "Well, if you insist."

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Aisha was particularly happy that she still had her pairs of zip ties when her clothes got zapped into something between ghetto trash and rap music video. She figured it was probably so she could do exactly what she was doing now: tying up bitches. Rune's hands were bound above her head, keeping her from effectively fighting back while Aisha straddled her chest.

"Get off me you darkie bitch! Fuck you!" Rune apparently didn't like her current situation very much.

"Nah, I'm good right here," Aisha said, stretching her arms above her head and pushing her breasts forward so they nearly popped out of her admittedly tiny shirt. "I like being on top of your Nazi ass."

"I will kill you! Do you hear me?! You'll be my first kill!"

"Geez, bitchy isn't a strong enough word for you, is it? You've got a serious shaft up your ass, and not in the fun way. I think we're going to have to make your tolerance lessons very thorough. With plenty of hands on experience."

"Never!" Rune tried to throw Aisha off her, but without her hand she couldn't get enough leverage with Aisha's current position.

"Aw, you're just saying that because you haven't had a chance to taste my pussy yet. You'll be a regular pussy licker by the time I'm done with you." Aisha pulled her shirt off, revealing her fat black nipples and her firm chocolate tits.

Rune turned bright red, turning her head and trying not to look at the Imp's exposed assets. "No. Fuck it, put your shirt back on. I don't need to look at your god damn tits."

Aisha grinned. "I think you're lying to me. I think you can't help yourself so you're begging me to stop tempting you before I prove all that Nazi propaganda in your head is shit. Come on bitch, look at my tits. Drool over my big black rack like a good lesbian slut." She bent over Rune's face, hanging her nipples just out of reach of the girl's mouth.

Ruth whimpered, still trying to avert her eyes even as her body ignored her brain. She could feel heat starting to gather between her legs and the desire to suck Aisha's offered nipples filling her head. "No…" she muttered half-heartedly.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. How about we play a little game?" Aisha's grin was positively predatory. "I'm going to strip down completely. If you can look me I the eye once you see my naked body and say you don't want my pussy, I'll untie you. If you can't, I'm going to sit on your face until I'm satisfied with your first pussy licking lesson."

Ruth bit back another string of expletives. "Fine. Just make it quick. I don't want to be forced to stare at your tits any longer than I have to."

"I think you're going to be staring at my tits for a long time." Aisha stood up, still straddling Ruth's prone form and gripping the waistband of her hot pants.

Ruth realized she was holding her breath as Aisha pealed the nearly skin tight clothing away from her body, sliding it down her legs and carefully stepping out of them. Her eyes followed the movement and she felt her heart beat rising as she moved.

"Well? Like what you see?" Ruth's eyes snapped up at Aisha's sudden taunt. She finally took breathe again, letting her eyes wander back up her legs and to the one spot that she was both dreading and wanted more than anything else. Aisha's pussy was smaller than she'd expected, with already wet dark lips spreading to allow a glimpse of the soft pink center. "Come on Nazi bitch. Tell me you don't want it."

Ruth opened her mouth to deny it, to demand the black cunt get off of her. Her voice caught in her throat and all that came out was a whimper. Aisha grinned and dropped to her knees, bringing her pussy even closer to Ruth's face. "Well. I'm waiting."

Ruth groaned as a single glistening drop ran down Aisha's leg and disappeared as it hit the top of her fishnet stockings. "I… I…" She wanted to deny it. Years of training and practice told her that everything her body was telling her was wrong. "I want your pussy." The words slipped out before she could stop herself.

Aisha's grinned even wider somehow. "What was that?"

Ruth whimpered, but couldn't take it back. "I want your pussy," she repeated louder.

"That's right Nazi bitch. Tell mama how much you want it." She slid forward, her pussy directly above Rune's face.

"I need you pussy. I want to stick my face in it and suck your soaking cunt until you can't give me another drop. I need to taste your juices on my tongue." She broke down, struggling to get close enough to run her tongue along Aisha's thigh.

"It's not just a pussy you know. It's a BLACK pussy. You still want to suck it?"

"Yes please! Your black pussy looks so tasty."

"So you want to suck my black pussy. You want to be my white pussy slut?"

"Yes! Yes, I want to be your pussy slut."

Aisha lowered her pussy closer, making Ruth whimper and struggle again. "Oh yeah, you're going to be my little pussy licking bitch. I'm going to need to get a strap-on and show you the fun way to put a shaft up your ass. Maybe I'll make it a reward for good behavior." She dropped down onto Ruth's face.

The girl gasped as her face was smothered beneath Aisha's ass and thighs. She barely even noticed once she felt Aisha's pussy on her mouth. Her tongue shot out, running along her pussy and teasing her lips open, savoring the new taste of pussy juices in her mouth. A moan escaped her lips and she dug in deeper, pushing her tongue into Aisha's slit and lapping at her center.

"Oh fuck! You're an eager pussy slut. Oh yeah, get in there. Mmmm, you're going to be good once you've had some practice." Aisha's hands grabbed Rune's hood, pulling her up harder and mashing her face against her pussy. "Oh yeah, make me cum and I'll give you a turn to get eaten out."

The image of Aisha spreading her pussy and rewarding her with a long thorough licking sent a shiver of desire through her heated body and she picked up the pace, trying to make up for her lack of experience by getting her tongue in hard and fast. Her tongue started looking for Aisha's clit, running around her lips relentlessly.

Aisha yelped as her tongue finally found her clit. The white girl's lips wrapped around the nub, sucking it hard and letting her tongue trace circles around the point. "Fuck! Here it comes pussy slut!" She screamed and her back arched as Ruth's tongue flicked across her clit again. Her juices flooded out of her pussy, coating Ruth's tongue with her taste.

Aisha fell back panting. She rolled over and nearly ripped Rune's bottoms off her body. "Just because I'm rewarding you doesn't mean you get to stop." She crawled into a comfortable sixty-nine position. "Now get your tongue back in there slut."

Ruth happily complied, moaning softly as Aisha's tongue teased her opening and one finger teased her clit with tiny measured strokes.

--

Jess couldn't stop giggling. Even though she should have been weirded out by suddenly growing two cup sizes, or maybe the fact that the room was very quickly devolving into an orgy. But she couldn't do much more than smile like a fool. She could walk again! Her aches and pains were gone. Her body felt lighter than it had in years. She didn't care if the thing had made her the world's biggest whore. It gave her back her legs!

"You okay?" Marissa asked her, trying to ignore the people around her.

"Are you kidding? I'm amazing! Look what I can do." She stretched her leg out and wiggled her toes, absently noting that her nails had been painted pink at some point.

Marissa couldn't help joining in with the giggles. "I know. Maybe… do you think that it still works? I mean maybe it can…" She trailed off, not wanting to talk too loudly in mixed company.

"If we're that lucky…" Jess grinned. "Then coming to Brockton Bay may have been the best thing we've ever done." She reached out one of her legs, brushing it against Marissa's thigh. Her big toe trailed along her thigh until it got as far as she could reach, slowly circling her skin barely an inch below her crotch.

Marissa fought down a gasp as the slow rubbing snapped her out of her thoughts. She hesitated a moment, feeling a pleasant warm sensation growing from the spot Jess's insistent foot touched. She slowly shifted a little closer to her teammate, not quite meeting Jess's eye.

Jess noticed the movement immediately. She grinned as she slid her foot up further, pressing her toe against Marissa's slit through her costume. "Oh, someone's enjoying herself." She pressed her toe harder, dragging it in slow circles against her partner's pussy.

Marissa nodded slowly. "It… it feels really good. I just couldn't help myself. Sorry."

Jess giggled, flicking her toe against Marissa again. "It's alright. I don't think you usually do this kind of thing with toes though."

"No, don't stop." Marissa leaned back, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling slowly building through her spandex.

"I wasn't going to." Jess shifted forward, rubbing the heel of her foot against Marissa's pussy and increasing the pressure. "I just didn't know you were into this kind of thing."

"It's just… I love legs. Long slender sexy legs that go on forever. I want to kiss them and lick them and follow them right to a hot pussy." She was rewarded with Jess grinding her heel against her with a rough twist at her revelation.

"Hmmm, so have you been looking at my legs before?" Jess grinned, enjoying controlling Marissa so easily.

"Not much." She whimpered as the pressure eased off. "I just never thought about it while you were in the chair. Now that I see them, they're beautiful." She groaned as Jess's heel dug into her costume again.

Jess giggled and pulled her foot back. "Strip for me. Then get back in position."

Marissa jumped to obey, pulling off her skin tight outfit and tossing it aside, leaving herself exposed as she sat back down, spreading her legs wide to give Jess full access to her slit.

Jess's foot returned, grinding directly against her center. "Mmmm, that's good. Damn you're wet. Don't make me do all the work. Hump my foot. Grind that soaking cunt against my heel. Make yourself cum so you can lick me clean. All the way up to the top." Her fingers ran up her legs, attracting Marissa's gaze and drawing her eyes to the wet front of her panties.

Marissa groaned and began grinding her pussy against Jess's foot harder, feeling the pressure starting to build in her center. "Yesss…" Her eyes closed and she arched her back, pushing her slit against Jess harder. "I… I'm cumming!" Her body shivered as the pleasure surged through her and she let out a long moan.

Jess pulled her foot back, letting Marissa recover. "Time for your reward. Come down here and clean yourself off my foot."

Marissa slid off her seat and dropped to her knees, taking Jess's slim leg in one hand. She kissed the sole of her foot, tasting her own juices on her partner's skin. Her tongue ran along the bottoms of Jess's feet until she couldn't find another remnant of her juices, then she took each toe in her mouth, sucking them clean one by one. Jess moaned slightly, feeling the heat growing inside her as she watched Marissa worshipping her body. Marissa's mouth moved up slowly, kissing the tops of her feet, then her legs, moving slowly higher and higher until the pyrokinetic was situated between her lover's thighs. "You're so wet," she teased, seeing the crotch of Jess's soaked panties.

Jess gasped as her lips pressed against her thighs, leaving a phantom tingling sensation on her skin. "Fuck, you're causing it. I like you on your knees."

Marissa smiled, kissing higher and closer to the wetness. "I'll kneel for these anytime."

Jess slid her panties aside, revealing her slick pink pussy. "And before this."

"Oh yes," Marissa said softly, her eyes locked on Jess's center. "Please may I?"

"Oh god yes." Jess threw her head back and moaned as Marissa's tongue dug in, running over her lips for only a few moments before pushing past them and spreading her pussy open. She gripped the back of her head, pushing her in deeper as her tongue ran around the inside of her hole, lapping wildly at her and trying to find the best spots to pleasure her lover.

Marissa added a finger to her efforts, rubbing her lips while her tongue worked inside then applying pressure to her swollen clit. Jess's moans grew louder and her hips began to grind against Marissa's face as the pressure built inevitably toward her climax. She lasted a few more moments before letting out a scream of pleasure and forcing Marissa's face against her pussy as hard as possible to ride out her climax. Marissa was more than happy to help her, keeping her tongue in deep and moving through her orgasm.

Jess finally slumped bonelessly back in her chair. "Holy… that may be the best thing I've ever felt." She moaned as Marissa placed another kiss on her thighs.

"Time for round two?"

Jess grinned. "Oh yes. Then I get to give you a turn."

Marissa didn't need another word of encouragement to dive back in.

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Rachel didn't get people. Primarily, she didn't get why they felt the need to bullshit. Why couldn't humans be simple? And trying to get laid was easily the biggest source of bullshit she'd ever seen. When dogs needed to fuck, they fucked and moved on. Maybe they fought a little, but they didn't go through all the posturing crap that humans did. So when Skitter decided to try and strangle Shadow Stalker, she figured that at least they were being straight. She'd never really liked the bitch. Not after she'd fucked with her pack. But if Skitter could establish dominance and give it to the bitch good, maybe she'd leave them alone. Or maybe they'd just try to kill each other. She didn't exactly want Skitter dead, but she didn't like her that much. And she looked like she was winning anyway, so she didn't have any reason to get in the middle of their… whatever they were doing. It might have been fighting and fucking at the same time.

Everyone else seemed to have started fucking around them, except maybe Lisa, who was just sitting there with her usual obnoxious smug grin. It was still weird shit, but at least they weren't bothering her. She had to admit, it was kind of hot watching them fuck. She pulled off the tiny pants that the bomb thing in the basement had swapped her actual jeans for (fucking Tinkers) and rubbed two fingers over her slit. It actually felt pretty good.

She started rubbing herself a little faster, closing her eyes and trying to focus on the feeling of her fingers. Her eyes found their way to Lisa again and she quickly realized that she was staring at her. "What?" Lisa didn't say anything, which was odd on its own. "What do you want?"

Lisa finally shook her head. "Sorry. I just… you're actually kind of hot."

That wasn't something she heard very often. All those people who expected her to look like a super model or that kind of bullshit. "You wanna fuck or what?"

Rachel was silently rather proud that she managed to leave Lisa speechless for a few seconds. Anything that shut her up was worth it. "Yes, I want to lick your cunt and suck down all your delicious juices and..."

Rachel grunted and spread her legs. "Then don't waste my time with bullshit. I don't need you to feed me your usual… you. Just get over here and lick my cunt."

Lisa dropped to the floor without another word and kept her face on the ground as she crawled over to Rachel's seat. She leaned in and kissed Rachel's thigh once before running her tongue along her slit. Rachel let out a quiet moan as Lisa's tongue easily navigated her pussy, sending small jolts of pleasure through her body.

Lisa's smug grin returned as Rachel gripped her chair, trying to keep herself still as Lisa's tongue spread her lips open and slid into her pussy. Her extremely limber tongue quickly found her most sensitive spots without effort, making her jump in her seat. Rachel groan as Lisa's tongue pulled out, running over her clit once. "I think my powers got a little upgrade. They're more focused. I can see every little spot that will make you beg for more. And no more headaches."

Rachel grabbed Lisa's hair. "Do you want to talk or fuck? Get your tongue back in there." She forced Lisa's face against her pussy again.

Lisa got the message, or at least pretended to, and drove her tongue back in, making good use of her new talent. Rachel wondered if she'd made Lisa angry (it was hard to tell sometimes) but quickly lost the thought in a wave of pleasure. Lisa's tongue drove in deeper and rubbed directly against something inside her that made her head go white and she let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whine. She felt her pussy spasm and she came hard, throwing her head back.

Lisa extracted her tongue with her usual grin. She spun around and stripped out of her suit, displaying her pale round ass. She wiggled her behind suggestively. "Fuck me," she said. "Get your tongue over here."

Rachel growled and dropped down next to Lisa. "Don't order me around." She slapped Lisa's ass, making the blonde moan once. "You're my bitch. I fuck you how I feel like." She cupped Lisa's pussy and ran two fingers along her lips before shoving two fingers into her cunt.

Lisa wiggled her ass against Rachel's hand. "Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed. "Finger my pussy!"

Rachel's hand slapped her ass again. "Either moan like a bitch or keep your fucking mouth shut." She added a third finger and ground her thumb again Lisa's clit, dragging another moan from the girl.

Lisa raised her ass higher and parted her thighs wider, giving Rachel more room to fuck her cunt. "Yesss! Push your middle finger a little deeper. You almost have my g-spot. Fuck, do it and my clit!"

Rachel pulled her fingers out of Lisa's pussy with a growl. She grabbed her wet discarded panties and pulled on Lisa's hair, forcing her head back. "I said shut up." She jammed her panties into Lisa's mouth. The blonde moaned again, clamping her teeth on the wet panties and sucking Rachel's juices from the thin material. "Better." She slapped Lisa's ass again and shoved three fingers back inside her. She began to fuck her harder, her fingers roughly hammering against Lisa's slit.

Lisa felt her body shiver with pleasure. She closed her eyes and focused entirely on Rachel's fingers pounding her slit. It only took a few moments before Rachel managed to find her g-spot, entirely by accident, and her thumb went back to her clit, circling her throbbing nub with short firm strokes. Lisa felt another shiver shoot through her body and moaned through her makeshift gag. Her eyes went wide as she came hard, her juices exploding from her pussy all over Rachel's hand.

Rachel removed her fingers from Lisa's slit and yanked the panties from her mouth. "Clean me." Lisa opened her mouth and began lapping at Rachel's hand, cleaning her own taste from the larger girl's hand. Rachel's hand ran through Lisa's long hair with long strokes as she sucked her fingers. "Good girl."

--

Sophia wasn't quite sure what to think of Skitter. On one hand, the chick was a badass. And anyone who could make Clockblocker shut the fuck up was pretty cool in her book. On the other hand, Skitter was that weak little bitch Hebert under the mask. And that was a problem. Little bitches were supposed to learn their place. But Hebert just didn't fucking break like she was supposed to. Plus she was starting to get wet with Hebert sitting on her chest and pinning her arms to the ground. She was either going to put Leet in a body cast next time she saw him or suck his dick. She didn't know yet.

Taylor slapping her face snapped her out of her thoughts. "You want me to pay you back? Fine. You're going to be my bitch." She unzipped her suit, sliding out of the skin-tight silk and tossing it aside. As much as Sophia hated to admit it, Hebert looked good with real tits instead of those flat little things she used to have. "Like what you see bitch?"

Sophia stubbornly struggled to get back on top. "You've got real tits now at least."

She was rewarded by Taylor grabbing her breasts. "Like you I guess. I think I prefer having tits that don't make me look like a slut." She pinched Sophia nipples through her suit and twisted them hard. The black girl moaned as the sharp pain made her body heat up and she squeezed her thighs together reflexively. "But you are a fucking slut, aren't you?"

Sophia next attempt to get on top was more successful. She grabbed Taylor's arms and pulled her sideways, rolling over so she was on top of her. She grinned down at Hebert and pulled off her own black spandex. "I'm not the only one who's wet." Her hand went between Taylor's legs and slapped her pussy lightly. She could feel the wetness on her lips.

Taylor pulled Sophia's hair and dragged her over again, rolling back on top. "But you are the one who's wet from being on the bottom. For all your bullshit, you want me to fuck you like the little bitch you are." Sophia growled, but didn't try to force her way on top again. Taylor ran her hands over Sophia's breasts, drawing a small moan from her lips. "Say it. Say what you want from me. Say you want it and I'll give you what you want."

Sophia struggled against Taylor's hands again, but her struggle was rather half-hearted. "Fuck you." She tried to give a glare, but it lost its impact when she was pinned to the ground.

"This is your whole thing, isn't it? You think that the strong can dominate the weak. That you can do what you want because someone is weaker than you." She leaned in close and whispered so no one else could hear her. "But you wanted someone who could be stronger than you. You wanted someone to control you. Say it. Say it and the tough bitch you made will take you and make you her bitch. Tell me you want to be my bitch."

Sophia was panting softly as she looked up at Taylor. "I want it…" she ground out through her teeth. "I want someone to be stronger than me."

Taylor's hand slid between Sophia's legs again and two fingers spread her lips open. Her nails dragged along her slit and she pinched Sophia's clit. A gasp escaped the black girl's lips and she moaned softly as Taylor began to stroke her bud. "Beg me for it."

"Please. Please. Please." Sophia moaned as two fingers sank into her waiting pussy and began to stroke her inner walls. "PLEASE!" Taylor's fingers began to move faster, pounding deeper into Sophia's slit.

"Cum. Cum for me." Sophia's back arched as Taylor's thumb ground against her clit harder and she screamed. Her pussy convulsed around Taylor's fingers and the pleasure ran through her body as she came hard.

Taylor released the other hand holding Sophia down and crawled forward so she was straddling her face. "Now, you're going to start paying me back. You're going to make me cum once for every single day of my life you ruined. Maybe once you've given me a few hundred, I'll be satisfied. I think you're going to be my bitch for a long time. Get licking. Now."

Sophia's tongue snaked out and began licking Taylor's pussy. She lapped at Taylor's juices, reluctantly admitting to herself that she kind of liked the taste. She pushed her tongue inside Taylor's slit, wiggling it inside her and trying to find out the best way to pleasure her. Based on how Taylor moaned and gasped when her tongue moved, she figured she was getting the hang of it.

Taylor grabbed Sophia's hair, pulling her up against her pussy harder. "Fuck. Yessss! Get that tongue in there." She began to grind her pussy against Sophia's mouth as she devolved into moans. She grew louder and louder until she felt her climax about to break. A scream escaped her lips and her juices exploded all over Sophia face. The pleasure surged through her body and she fell back, panting. "Very… very nice. That's… once. Maybe you'll make up for all the shit you've done to me."

"What the fuck?!"

The entire room spun around as they saw the door open a crack.

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Sergeant Tucker rubbed his eyes as he led his unit through the PRT headquarters' halls. He'd heard horror stories about Endbringer attacks before, but seeing his city left in ruins was something he hadn't been, couldn't have been, prepared for. The streets torn apart or flooded under and the devastated buildings made just getting from one end of town to the other difficult. Clean up and repair was going to be a nightmare, to say nothing of trying to do his actually god damn job. A lot of the men weren't thrilled with letting the villains hang around for an extra twenty-four hours with no strings attached, but after seeing the city he couldn't help thinking that it had been a good idea. Trying to actually enforce any of the laws would have been nearly impossible anyway. Patrols would be longer and have blind spots every two blocks for anyone that didn't have a mover rating.

He shook the sleep out of his eyes and tapped the entrance code on a keypad next to the door. The door slid open and he froze. "Miss Militia, ma'am." He jumped to attention and gave her a quick salute. While the capes weren't part of the PRT hierarchy, the agents knew a military man, or woman, when they saw one and tried to show Militia the proper respect. She put up with at least as much danger as they did and she didn't have a brute power or special armor to keep her alive. Her military fatigues were, if anything, less protective than PRT combat armor, even if they were made of a Tinker-tech fabric.

"I've told you before not to do that," Miss Militia said, though she returned the salute. Her bandana twitched slightly, likely showing a smile below the fabric.

"You have ma'am." His own lips twitched, forming a ghost of a smile on his own face. "Not going to change things anymore this time." His smile faded and was replaced with a look of confusion. Something was different about her. It took him a moment to realize that her… assets looked much larger today. How had he missed that? Her hips looked wider and she certainly looked curvier. And her fatigues seemed rather tight on her body. Maybe the clothes were accenting her body more than usual. "Are you feeling alright today ma'am?"

Militia nodded. "I'm fine. No injuries from the fight that haven't been patched up. I feel better than ever actually."

The squad filtered into the room, heading to their lockers to stow their armor after their shift. Tucker could see more than one of the other five men looking Miss Militia over. He certainly couldn't fault them. It was hard to ignore her new look. "Good to hear ma'am. We lost too many people today."

Miss Militia nodded as she walked to the door. "They'll be missed." She tapped the keypad and the door slid shut with a soft hiss. "But I think you and the boys deserve some recognition too. We might do the fighting, but without your help, we'd never be able to handle the aftermath like this."

"Just doing our job ma'am." He heard a murmur of accent from the others as they changed back into their civvies.

"A very necessary job." Tucker couldn't help noticing that she was now between them and the door. His sixth sense was suddenly screaming that something was up. "You all deserve something for all of your hard work." Her hands went to her collar and popped the top button. Her hands moved down the top, popping each button one by one.

"Ma'am, what are you doing?" The entire room stopped and the troopers stared as the last button came free and the coat slid off her shoulders, revealing her dark skin and a very small red and white bra.

"We've all had a long day sergeant. And I think that everyone involved could use a little stress relief." She kicked her boots off, absently tossing them aside.

Tucker could feel his face heating up as Miss Militia unbuckled her belt. "Ma'am, what's today's passcode?"

Miss Militia sighed and tossed her belt to join her boots. "Victor-Charlie-Albert-1-3-1-7. I'm not mastered sergeant. I'm horny." She popped the button on her pants, letting them drop and stepping out of them. "So are you boys going to help me with that, or are you going to leave a girl hanging?"

Tucker swallowed hard. He hadn't realized that she kept the America flag pattern on all of her underwear. Maybe it was some kind of personal joke. "I'm not sure that's a good idea ma'am."

Miss Militia practically strutted toward them. "And why is that? I know you're not married. I don't think you're gay. Maybe you don't think I'm attractive." She cupped her breasts, lifting them and letting them drop. A moan escaped her lips as her breasts bounced slightly.

"That is most definitely not the case ma'am." He felt himself growing hard in his pants, despite his best efforts not to let the situation get the better of him. Then again, he was a straight male in a room with someone who looked like a bikini model showing her all.

Miss Militia tugged her mask down, revealing her full soft lips. "Call me Hannah sergeant."

He stepped back, both from her revealing her face and when he realized that she was in arms reach and he'd been too… distracted to notice. "Ma'am, Hannah, I…" He really wasn't sure how to respond to this anymore.

"I'm not asking for some kind of relationship sergeant. I think everyone here could just use a little relief." She draped an arm over his shoulder and cupped his crotch with her other hand. "I think you like the idea."

The other troopers all had expressions somewhere between shock, embarrassment, and envy. One of the men, a fairly new recruit if Tucker remembered correctly, had turned bright red and was heading for the door. "And where might you be going?" Hannah asked as she turned to him.

"Just… giving you some space ma'… Hannah."

"And what makes you think that I don't want you here. I said that everyone could use some time to relax." She grabbed the young man's hand and pulled him over to stand next to her and Tucker. "So, are we going to help each other out or not?"

There were a few moments of the men looking back and forth. "Yes ma'am."

Hannah smiled as she dropped to her knees and unzipped the two nearest men's pants, freeing their rapidly hardening cock and taking them in her hands. She stroked them both fully hard and licked her lips. Tucker wasn't an expert, but he could guess that they were both between six and seven inches long, maybe a bit closer to the upper end of the range. "Mmmm, very nice," Hannah said as she caressed both of them slowly. She placed a kiss on Tucker's cock head, flicking her tongue across his tip. A small hiss escaped his lips as her lips made his member throb. "Well, are the rest of you going to keep me waiting?"

The other men quickly joined them, forming a circle around Hannah's kneeling body. She smiled as they freed their cocks, surrounding her with hard dicks. She grabbed two different cocks and began to stroke them slowly, taking Tucker's tip in her mouth and beginning to suck him while she stroked the other men. A moan escaped his lips as her tongue circled his cock head and her hot wet mouth slid down over his shaft.

The other troopers slowly began to stroke themselves, keeping rock hard while they watched Hannah work their commander's cock down her throat. Tucker bit back an outright moan as he felt his cock head hit the back of her throat and slide down effortlessly. Where the hell had Miss Militia learned to deep throat so well? "Hannah…"

He groaned as her mouth released him with a wet pop. "Not yet. I wouldn't want to waste your load too quickly." She switched her hands to two other men and took the recruit's cock in her mouth, running her tongue from base to tip and back before wrapping her lips around it and easily taking him to the base.

One of the men found the clasp of her bra and released it, letting the tiny scrap of fabric fall to the floor and freeing her generous tits. Two strong hands cupped her breasts, running over her skin while his fingers pinched her dark nipples. Hannah moaned around the recruit's cock and he gasped as her lips vibrated around his shaft. She released his cock and gave it one last kiss on the head, licking a glistening drop of precum from his tip. "Now you boys are getting into it. Someone get their cock between these. Don't they just look perfect to fuck?" She pressed her tits together with her arms without releasing either dick in her hands.

It didn't take the recruit another moment to grab her breasts and press them together as he began to thrust between the soft warm tits. Tucker began to stroke his still wet cock as Hannah took another man in her mouth, now handling four at once without breaking a sweat. She was certainly getting wet somewhere else though. The crotch of her panties was already damp with her juices.

"Alright boys, give me some room. I need a little space to get ready." She looked up at Tucker. "Lie down on the floor. I need a cock inside me. Now."

The circle backed up far enough for Hannah to peel off her panties and toss them aside, revealing her smooth wet pussy. Tucker got down on the floor and let Hannah straddle his hips, lining up her pussy with his rock hard cock and slowly sinking down onto it. He groaned as her tight pussy swallowed his cock, pulsing around his shaft and sending a shiver of pleasure through his whole body. "Who wants my ass?" Hannah asked, spreading her ass to reveal her waiting rosebud. "No reason to leave anyone out."

Tucker was too busy watching the beautiful Arab woman riding his cock to notice who actually took her up on the offer, but he felt her pussy clench around him as someone filled her ass and made both holes tighten. The remaining four closed ranks around her again and she took one of them in her mouth, sucking him with fast long bobs on her head while her hands rapidly stroked two more of the men. The last grabbed her breasts and forced them together, giving himself a nice soft crevice to fuck before sinking his cock into it.

Hannah moaned around the shaft in her mouth as she began to bounce on Tucker's cock, driving both of the cocks deeper inside her as he thrust back up into her eager slit. The sounds of her muffled moans and the wet slurping of her mouth around one of the soldier's cocks quickly filled the room along with the slap of flesh on flesh. Tucker groaned and grabbed her hips, trying to keep himself from exploding inside her as her hips began to move faster against his body.

The young man in her mouth lost it first, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her down on his cock until he was buried in her throat. Hannah didn't even acknowledge his manhandling her aside from swallowing his cum in short gulps. She released him with a pop and opened wide, displaying her empty mouth. "Tasty. Come on boys. Give me another shot." She began to jerk the two men in her hands faster and her hips slapped against the men below her faster and harder.

The two cocks in her hands began to twitch and the men came almost simultaneously, shooting thick spurts of white cream all over her waiting face. Hannah stuck out her tongue, catching their cum in her mouth and swallowing it while leaving long strands of cum splattered across her face. The sight seemed to set off the man between her tits and his cum shot out from between her tits, covering her dusky breasts and shooting all the way up to her chin.

A low moan escaped from Hannah's lips and her pussy pulsed around Tucker's cock. "Fuck yes. Give me all of your hot steamy cum! Oh yes! I'm going to cum! Cum with me. Cum inside me and fill my fucking cunt and ass!" Tucker and the last man hardly needed more encouragement. They slammed their cocks into her harder, driving a scream from the heroine's lips and sending her over the edge. Her pussy clenched around him and her back arched as she came hard. The two men inside her finally came in the middle of her own climax, shooting shot after shot of cum deep inside her and filling her pussy and ass with their cum.

Hannah finally went limp on top of him, panting softly, and Tucker carefully extracted himself form inside her. A single trail of white cream escaped her pussy and rolled down her leg before she clenched her holes and trapped the cum deep inside herself. "That was… something else ma'am."

Hannah calmed her breathing and licked the cum dripping down her face. "I think we're going to need to make it something much more regular. I hope the other squads are as eager as you were. And that they're as eager to let me work out some of their stress."

"I don't think you'll have problems with that Hannah."

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Every eye in the room turned toward the door. Glory Girl leaped across the room, her hands leaving noticeable dents in the metal doors as she practically tore them open. Clockblocker yelped as she fell back from the door, stumbling over his own feet and hitting the floor hard. "Oh fuck! Vicky. Hi. You look… hot. No! I mean… well you are but… please don't smash me into paste."

"That depends on how you answer my next question," Vicky said, entirely too sweetly. She grabbed him by the collar and lifted him into the air. "What exactly are you doing here?"

Regent and Kid Win did the smart thing and tried to book it down the hall only to find that they were going nowhere very fast. If anyone hadn't been aware of Missy's power, her grin would have made it obvious who was responsible. "Answer the question," the youngest Ward said, staring the entire group down.

Gallant and Grue were trying very hard to look at anything other than the girls. Gallant had spun around and was staring very resolutely at the wall behind him while Grue had buried his face in his hands and was muttering under his breath. "I swear this was an accident," Gallant said quickly. "We just noticed some kind of explosion earlier. When no one could tell us what had happened, we figured we'd come down and make sure everyone was alright."

Vicky narrowed her eyes and glared at Clockblocker. "It's true," the helpless time stopper said, nodding his head as fast as he could. "We didn't realize you were occupied. And I shouted as soon as we saw you. No one saw anything!" He hesitated, considering the statement in his head. "Well no one saw too much."

"He's telling the truth!" Lisa called out from her place sitting next to Rachel. "Also, he's about to pass out. I'd turn your aura down a little bit before you give him an aneurysm."

Clockblocker yelped as Vicky unceremoniously dropped on the floor again. His hand went to his neck, rubbing the spot where Vicky had pulled his costume against his skin. "I never thought I'd say this, but thank you for being a know-it-all Tattletale."

"It's my thing," Lisa replied.

"Great," Vicky said. "That means that they can leave before they see anything else. Like now." The entire group recoiled a little as a feeling a dread radiated from her.

"Now hold on a second," Lisa said, hopping to her feet. "Let's think about this for a second. We wouldn't want to waste a golden opportunity."

"She has a point," Marissa said, absently running her hand along Jess's leg. "Sending a pack of prime man meet away without taking the chance to at least browse the selection is a waste."

If any of the boys hadn't been blushing before, they were all bright red by this point. "Exactly," Lisa said as she draped an arm over Vicky's shoulder. "Now, what's the harm of window shopping? And maybe picking out a particularly juicy morsel."

"Should we be worried about them talking about us like a bunch of prime rib?" Clockblocker asked.

Regent shrugged. "Eh, I've been through worse. Besides, at least they're hot. And tentatively heroic enough not to push it. Well, Glory Hole might be kinda pushy…" A glare from Vicky quickly silenced him.

"I don't know about this," Taylor said, her voice wavering a little bit.

"Big black cock," Lisa said bluntly, giving Grue a meaningful glance.

Taylor said nothing for a moment. "Go on." Grue turned around and slammed his head into a wall. His muttering got louder, sounding suspiciously like 'this is a dream' over and over again.

"Ten and a half inches, more than a full inch thick, stamina like a race horse."

Taylor said nothing for a few more moments. Then she shook herself and wiped a small strand of drool from her chin. "I think I'm gaining a new appreciation for dark meat. Proceed."

Regent looked a Grue. "Okay, how come you get to ignore all the black guy stereotypes except the one the girls drool over?"

"Shut up Regent," Grue muttered.

"Aw, don't be a party pooper bro," Aisha said as she appeared in the middle of the crowd of very confused boys, still completely naked. "You know Taylor's just been waiting for an excuse to get the D from you. And she went from kinda cute to bombshell like twenty minutes ago. You're certainly not losing anything get a piece of the action. Well, unless you're losing your virginity. You're not a virgin right?"

"What the fuck? Aisha, what are you doing?"

"Giving you life advice."

Grue groaned and rubbed his temples before banging his head against the wall again. "I meant, why are you in the middle of the hall naked?"

"Because I was teaching Rune the joys of getting it on with a black hottie and I didn't feel like getting dressed again to pick out my grade-A sausage." She grabbed Alec's hand and started to drag him toward the still prone and bound E88 girl. "Now come on. I promised she'd get a stick up her ass the fun way later and she's been a good cunt licker."

Alec raised an eyebrow. "Bitchin'. You guys have fun letting the girls fight over you. I have a Nazi to fuck stupid."

Grue was starting to leave a dent in the wall where his head impacted it. "This is not happening. I'm dreaming. Leviathan killed me and I'm in hell."

"Yeah, no," Lisa said as she patted Grue on the back. "If it makes you feel better, your sister isn't nearly as much of a slut as she tried to make you think."

"Just… not right now Tattletale."

Lisa patted his shoulder again. "It's alright boss man. You'll get used to it." She turned back to the girls. "Oh. And I call dibs on Aegis."

Aegis started at her declaration. "Wait, me? Why?"

"Three reasons. One, Bitch needs it rough and you're the only one here with both a cock and a Brute rating. Two, you're hot. Three, I need a big cock to split my fucking pussy open and since Taylor has dibs on the biggest in the room, I'm going with second place."

Aegis sputtered incoherently as Lisa dragged him off to the couch where Bitch was waiting.

The boys were now looking somewhere between confused, afraid, and excited. Gallant cleared his throat. "Is this…well is this a good idea? I mean, something clearly happened to all of you and you're obviously not thinking straight. Maybe it's a better idea if…"

Vicky promptly shut him up with a deep kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth and nearly lifting him off the ground as her arms wrapped around him. "Shut up. I just lost my virginity to my sister and the girl who has a crush on you. Now I am going to have sex with my god damn boyfriend."

Dean had very little time to argue as Vicky outright carried him over to the couch and tossed him into the middle of the pile that was Amy and Missy and before jumping on top.

Chris and Dennis looked at each other. "Do you feel kind of left out?" Dennis asked.

"A little bit," Chris admitted.

"Not for long," Crystal said as she grabbed Chris's arm and dragged him toward her group. "You're about to be very busy."

Dennis yelped as he was grabbed from both sides. "Hey!"

"What? You don't want to play?" Jess asked, pouting dramatically.

Dennis looked at the two naked girls flanking him. "I would very much like to play."

Marissa grinned. "Good. You get to be the toy."

Dennis swallowed hard. "This was a bad decision, wasn't it?"

"Whatever gives you that idea?"

Dennis groaned as he was dragged off to satisfy the two girls.

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Dennis gave a distinctly unmanly yelp as Jess and Marissa shoved him onto the chair they had commandeered earlier. "You know, this is significantly more frightening than most of my fantasies suggested it would be," he quipped.

"What, getting laid?" Marissa asked.

"Getting dragged off to be used as a sex toy by a hot super villain."

Jess giggled. "Really? That's a naughty fantasy for a big strong superhero." She dropped onto the arm of the chair and ran her hand down his chest until it settled on his thigh. Dennis bit his lip as her hand shifted and rubbed along his crotch. He felt his cock jump in his pants and Jess giggled again. "A very naughty superhero it seems."

Marissa dropped to her knees and grabbed his waistband, fumbling for a moment to free his cock. It immediately jumped to full mast, standing seven inches long. "Not bad," she murmured, slowly running her hand over his shaft.

Dennis gasped as she caressed him. "Fuck…" His cock twitched slightly in her hand and she giggled.

"Okay you two, switch places," Jess ordered. "I want to see if Clocky is any good with his mouth. If it's half as talented as it is smart, then we're in for a good time."

"What, I get no love?" Dennis complained, though he complied anyway, letting Jess and Marissa get comfortable on the chairs while he ended up on the floor.

"Eat us out and I'll ride you until you empty your balls inside my pussy. Unless you don't think you can satisfy us."

Dennis blinked. "I'm not about to say no to that." She dove between Jess's legs, pushing her thighs apart and looking at her glistening pink pussy. Despite his eagerness, Dennis was a virgin. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try his damnedest anyway. He ran two fingers over Jess's pussy and spread the lips. He leaned in and kissed her lips, then began to run his tongue over her slit. "At least she tastes pretty good."

"Not bad… oh a little harder… not bad at all…" Jess gasped softly as Dennis's tongue attacked her dripping pussy lips.

Dennis experimented a little bit, pushing his tongue inside her pussy and using his fingers to trace her lips. He was very pleased when a moan escaped her lips and her body jumped as his fingers brushed along the top of her pussy. "There's the clit. Let's see if I can do that again…" He smirked as he made Jess jerk again. He took a moment to get the position just right and began to stroke her clit with small circles of his fingers while his tongue continued to probe her hole.

Jess moaned louder as Dennis's tongue managed to reach a very nice spot inside her that sent a surge of pleasure through her whole body. "Oh yeah… come on, harder! You're starting to get the hang of this." She glanced over at Marissa and grinned when she saw her friend burying two fingers inside her pussy.

Dennis relaxed a little bit as he continued to lick her pussy, flicking his tongue in and out of her hole and fucking her while the fingers began to rub her clit harder. He grinned as Jess's back arched and a scream broke from her lips as he coaxed an orgasm from her body. "Satisfying enough?"

Jess took a moment to catch her breath, then looked down at him. "One's not going to satisfy me that easily, but you've definitely got talent. Now I think Marissa needs some love. Then it will be time for the really fun part."

Dennis's neglected cock throbbed at that. He glanced over to see Marissa slowly pumping her very wet pussy with two fingers, moaning and whimpering softly. "Yes ma'am." He slid between Marissa's legs and she barely had time to find pull her fingers out before Dennis's lips were on hers.

Marissa moaned louder as his tongue snaked into her pussy and her fingers quickly found her clit. She was already worked up more than enough for him to find the swollen bud. After a moment, he switched, letting his lips wrapped around her clit and sinking his finger into her pussy. The dripping hole easily parted around his hand and he added a second finger without hesitating. Marissa threw back her head and let out a cry of pleasure as Dennis's tongue flicked against her clit in a slow relentless rhythm. "Almost… there…" she gasped as his tongue circled her swollen bud. Dennis added a third finger, sucking her clit hard. Another scream escaped Marissa's lips as she finally tumbled over the edge, grabbing the back of Dennis's head and pushing him against her pussy as she rode out her orgasm. "Fuck!"

Dennis pulled back and took a deep breath when Marissa finally released his head. "Satisfying enough?"

Jess grinned. "Oh yes." She stood up, pushing him back on the floor. "I think the big strong hero has earned his reward." She dropped to her knees, straddling his hips and letting her still slick pussy hang over his cock. She grinned and lowered herself onto his cock, her pussy swallowing his shaft to the base.

Dennis groaned and his fingers gripping the carpet as her tight hole sucked his cock in. "Fuck!" He felt his cock throb and he tried very hard not to blow his load right away. "You're so tight…"

Jess began to move on top of him, riding his cock with slow, rhythmic movements. "Your cock feels so good inside me," she moaned, rolling her hips against his. Her breasts bounced wildly as she began to ride him faster, quickly getting into it.

Dennis stared at the bouncing orbs, looking mesmerized. His hands reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing both of them and running his palms over her nipples. "They're so soft," he muttered, squeezing them reflexively.

"Keep that up," Jess moaned.

Dennis replied by massaging her breasts, squeezing them harder and rubbing his hands all over them. His cock twitched inside her as she began to pick up speed. He thrust up into her, grinding his cock against her tight inner walls and matching her pace. "I'm not going to last," he warned.

"Cum inside me," Jess ordered. "I need to feel your jizz inside me!"

Dennis groaned and grabbed her harder, bracing himself as his balls erupted inside her. Jess screamed as his cum flooded her pussy, sending her over the edge along with him. Dennis went limp on the floor, panting as Jess settled her hips down, her pussy clenching around him and drawing out every drop of cum his climax could give her. "Fuck," he groaned.

"I'm glad you liked it," Jess said with a grin. "It would be a shame if you weren't having fun when we're barely done yet."

"Wait, what?"

Jess's grin turned outright wicked. "I did promise to empty your balls completely."

Marissa giggled. "Aw, at least give me a turn. I want to feel it inside me too."

Dennis had a bad feeling as the shorter villain looked over at her partner. "I'm sure he can last long enough to give us both a good ride. Want to take the next load?"

Marissa nodded and Jess climbed off, only to be replaced by her teammate. "Let's hope you don't go too fast after that last shot," Marissa said as she rubbed her pussy against his still hard cock.

Dennis whimpered as his cock slid inside her and the heat of her pussy swallowed his cock. He absently wondered if you could actually die of exhaustion during sex. He had a bad feeling he was about to find out.

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"I'm not entirely sure that I'm comfortable with this," Carlos said as Lisa dragged him over to the couch. "There's clearly something wrong here."

"Yes, but you want to do it anyway," Lisa replied. "In fact, you have a thing for tough girls. That's why Miss Militia is your favorite Protectorate member. You love a strong girl with big tits. Bitch is both and then some. You're just afraid because you're a virgin and you think you'll do something wrong."

Carlos blushed. "That has nothing to do with it."

Lisa laughed. "Yeah… my powers make it physically impossible for you to lie to me. Thing is, you being a virgin is even better. Bitch doesn't need technique. She needs it rough and hard until she's cumming all over your cock like a slut. Unless you have something against ramming your fat cock into a dripping, eager pussy and making a girl moan and scream your name."

Carlos blushed and said nothing. Then he gave a yelp as Lisa groped his crotch. "Hey!"

"Yeah, that's what I though." Lisa smiled smugly as she rubbed his bulge. "Mmmm, I can't wait to have this buried inside me, but first I want to watch you wreck Rachel."

Carlos hadn't even realized that they'd stopped walking. He looked at the other girl on the couch. Lisa was right about one thing; Rachel was almost solid muscle with huge tits. "You're not going to let me go until I'm done, are you?"

Lisa grinned again. "I won't force you to do anything, but my powers are telling me the exact right words to convince you to do what we want. I'd rather you do it willingly but I'm sure I could persuade you if you decided to be stubborn."

Carlos groaned, trying to ignore the Lisa's hand teasing his cock through his pants. "Alright," he said. "Fuck…"

"That's more like it," Lisa said, unzipping his pants with one hand. His eight and a half inch cock jump to full size the instant it hit the air and Lisa cupped it gently. "Mmmm, now that's what I'm talking about. Fuck, you have a thick one."

Rachel stood up, sliding her panties off and tossing them aside. "Are you two done talking yet or what?" she asked. "You have a cock, I need to be fucked. Stop wasting my time."

Lisa giggled. "He's ready to go," she said. "Very ready."

Rachel grunted and turned around, bending over the couch and raising her big round ass in the air. Carlos felt his cock twitch at the sight as she spread her legs and displayed her slick, eager pussy. "Mount me boy," Rachel growled. "Don't hold back."

Lisa grinned at Carlos's dumbstruck expression. She shifted behind him, her hand wrapping around his cock and slowly stroking his hardness. "Don't worry about it," she murmured in his ear. "Look how much she needs it. How wet and slippery her pussy is. I bet all that muscle makes her so fucking tight. Imagine her cunt squeezing your cock when you plunge it inside her."

Carlos bit his lip to fight back a groan and Lisa released his cock as he stepped forward. He gripped Rachel's ass, delivering a hard slap as he rubbed his tip against her slit. "Fuck… she is wet…"

Rachel moaned lustfully as his hand hit her ass again. "Harder," she ordered. "Don't tease me. Fuck me!"

"Do it," Lisa whispered, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "Split her open and wreck her pussy. Make her a horny little bitch like she deserves."

Carlos didn't need another word of encouragement. He drove his cock into Rachel's pussy to the hilt, making her cry out. A groan escaped his lips as her pussy clenched around him, pulling him deeper into her cunt. "Fuck…" he muttered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, adjusting to the tightness.

"She's even tighter than you imagined, isn't she," Lisa whispered, running her hands down his abs. "She deserves to be fucked silly with such a tight pussy, don't you think?"

Carlos nodded as his hands ran over her ass and spanked her again. He drew out and thrust back in as hard as he could without using his super strength. Rachel moaned happily as he began to move, pounding into her from behind. "This pussy needs to be fucked hard," he growled, giving in to Lisa's prodding.

Rachel moaned as his next thrust pushed her forward, pressing her against the couch hard as her hammered into her. Her pussy spasmed around him with every thrust and clenched every time he smacked her bouncing ass. "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Lisa's tongue ran along Carlos's neck and she nipped at his skin. "That's it. Ravage her pussy. Fuck her until she can't walk straight anymore."

Carlos moaned and felt his cock throb inside her. "It's too good…" he groaned, gripping her ass tighter. "I'm gonna…"

"Me… too…" Rachel managed. "Harder… finish me…"

Carlos was more than happy to oblige. He stopped holding back, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a fierce red mark. Rachel screamed as she went over the edge, her juices squirting all over the couch as her pussy clenched around his cock. "Fuck yes!"

Carlos groaned as he couldn't hold on anymore. His cock erupted inside her, spilling his thick load deep inside her pussy. He slowly withdrew, panting softly as a few drops of cum leaked from her hole. "Jesus…"

"Mmmm, that looks so hot," Lisa murmured. "I bet it would taste so good to dip my tongue in there and suck out every drop while you watched."

"Fucking hell," he muttered, his cock refusing to go soft as her hands ran over his body again

"But we'll have to put that off until later," she said. Lisa released him and dropped onto the couch, spreading her legs to display her absolutely soaked cunt. "Because watching you pound Bitch into submission make me so fucking hot and I need your cock inside me now."

"You've got to be kidding me," he muttered. "I don't know if I can keep up with you two."

Lisa spread her slit open, revealing her soft pink inner lips. "So you don't want to feel how tight my tiny little pussy is?"

Carlos took a deep breath and tried to control himself for a moment. It failed rather badly. "Fuck it," he muttered. He grabbed Lisa's legs and spread them further then rammed his cock in with one thrust. "Oh god."

Lisa smirked as her pussy pulsed around him. "Who's tighter?" she asked, "Me or Rachel? Which pussy do you prefer?"

Carlos growled and slammed in to her again. "I don't care," he growled. "I'm going to fuck both of you until you can't walk anyway." Lisa's reply was lost as he rammed his cock in to the base and drove another moan from her lips. "Got it bitch?" Lisa nodded dumbly as he thrust again. His hands grabbed her breasts and he fondled her tits as he fucked her, bracing himself against her body as he pounded deep inside her.

"Going to… cum…" Lisa moaned happily, gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave scratch marks on his skin.

"Go right ahead…" Lisa screamed as she came hard. Her pussy almost felt like it was sucking him in deeper as she came hard. Carlos didn't bother to try to hold back this time, letting her pussy pull him in before he released his next load inside her.

Lisa went limp under him, panting slightly as he extracted his cock from her pussy. "Think you can still walk?" Carlos asked.

"Give me five minutes," Lisa replied. "Hey, what do you think would happen first? You fucking us too senseless to stand, or us draining your balls to the point that your body has to adapt to produce enough cum to fill us up?"

Carlos turned a little pale. He glanced over at Rachel who seemed to have recovered rather nicely and was absently rubbing her massive tits. "Wanna fuck these next, stud?" she asked.

Lisa grinned. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to keep going until we find out," she said.

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