`Well someone knows what they're doing.' Cherie's voice was amused. The noises Mels was attempting to make had become completely incoherent. `I'm going to have to step up my game.' Faultline's back arched in response to something she was doing with her breasts. {direct challenge, wants to compare her power to yours in its effectiveness}.
`She's really too easy for any good competition — ' Faultline's answering moan and shudder of agreement almost sent her into orgasm, ` — but let's see what we can do.' She parted the labia with her thumbs, ran them over the sides of the clit in short, gentle strokes.
`You do have the advantage with the area you're working with. Then again, you'll need it.' A slight sucking noise and a licentious moan. Mels' body juddered hard, a rolling series of contractions working against her fingers.
{Cherie using her power to increase pleasure from sensations, from particular sensations, from sensations caused by stimulation of breasts and erogenous zones on arms and neck}. That was just flat out cheating. She wanted to play dirty did she?
{labiae flushed with blood, highly aroused -} she discarded the thread, began again, thumbs now tracing quick crosses even as she continued to pump her finger. {orifice intended for sexual activity -} she could work that out herself, {multiple muscles -} nope, {bacteria -} no, {increased nerve density on ridge of inner thigh, outer skin of labia -} now that was useful.
She set her hands to work, rubbing, stroking, rising her own leg up to rub against that thigh spot she'd found. She was sitting up, distant, and over Cherie she could see Faultline's eyes fix on her, wide and staring and full of a kind of incredulous euphoria that almost made her cum on the spot.
She slid a second finger in as a reward for that. It made touching Mels' lips, her clit, harder, but it was worth it for the way her eyes widened and her light little touch of eyeliner began to run.
Suddenly she whined, a high animal noise, stretching and twisting almost hard enough that Lisa had to withdraw her soaked fingers and the little sodden hanky she'd been using as a barrier. She jerked her hips, hard. Once, twice, then Mels lay back, exhausted.
{vaginal stimulation caused orgasm}. Maybe her power was useful for sex after all. `Oh no we're not done yet.' Triumphant, she brought the scrap of silk to her face. It smelled yeasty and sour and like a fucking crushing victory. `Cherie hasn't had a turn down here. And I still want to see your face. And then you need to pay us back, and then -'
* * *
Kayden swallowed. It felt — different, like this. Maybe it was the fact that she still felt like there was the standard tightness in her collarbone even though her head wasn't attached to one any more. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't even have phantom limbs — just this new cold skin that felt like it should be prickling with goosebumps but was still impossibly smooth ceramic. Maybe it was the tingle from her actual skin that showed that her power was on, that the glow wasn't just from the candles that adorned the room.
Or maybe it was the fact that her sex was completely exposed to the open air. It had been shaved, but when she'd asked Anansi about that she'd been assured that all hair would be returned during the reversing operation. It felt — spread, somehow. Not sore, and not the stretched feeling after sex. More exposed. Like her brain knew that normally to feel like this she'd have to have her legs spread far enough for her hips to sting, like a filthy little toy —
Her brain scared her. She could feel how wet just that had made her, how her unnecessary breath quickened.
She could see herself in the mirrored walls. A long necked vase, maybe a foot high. Her head sprouting where flowers should be, glowing, hair sparking and floating off each other. Thickly layered through the glow, enough for it to be seen, enough that she felt like the trash she'd seen the ABB peddling on the streets, was brilliant red lipstick and vivid eyeshadow and mascara. It seemed unnaturally clingy, and somehow barely there as well. Maybe it was as far as actual cosmetic surgery. And down below, drooling onto the hard-wood table she sat on, her — it didn't feel like a vagina, like this. It didn't feel like it deserved a clean, pleasant word.
Her cunt. On display.
She could feel her muscles — or something pretending to be her muscles — twitch at that thought, and she knew her hips would have jerked if she'd been whole. It had to be a trick by the surgeon, or a Master or someone, she couldn't really feel this way about being stuffed into a fucking jar —
The door ahead of her opened. Distantly she heard Anansi's voice from beyond it, `— as our newest attraction! Some of you might recognise — ' but then the first people were coming through the door into the light. Harsh, rough, already divested of their clothes, all ages. They froze for an instant, then advanced, muttering to each other.
`Holy shit, it really is Purity -'
`The fuck is up with the pot -'
`Look at her lips -'
She couldn't talk. She'd already tried when she first woke up. She tried to mouth something — she wasn't sure if it was `free me' or `fuck me'.
The mirrors flickered. `This is your host speaking! It is me, Anansi! Here we have a lovely new toy we're thinking of bringing to a wider market. Buuuut, we need to test it out! That's where you ladies and gents come in. Heh, come in. Anywho, use it however you want. When you're done just head out — if you want a second go feel free to rejoin the line! We expect this exhibit to be open for a while.'
There was a slight pause as the screens set to act like mirrors reset themselves. What was that coiling feeling where she should have a stomach? Desire? She —
Hands settling round the ceramic of the jar, lifting her up. The sensation seemed dulled, which only made it all intense when one rough thumb grazed her lips, feeling them out. Her lips parted in — protest. It was definitely protest.
`She certainly feels real. Nice and warm.' The man holding her grinned. `All fired up and ready to go too.' He lowered her, hand rising to the neck of her vase. Her face was almost pressed into his stomach — she could smell stale beer and sweat, and see the hairs there. Something pressing against her — unable to move her head she couldn't look down to see what it was —
Then she felt it sliding into her and knew.
It seemed impossibly large. She could feel herself stretch, and stretch and stretch, that odd feeling of fullness only sex could bring working itself greater and greater. Her jaw worked desperately. It felt like at any moment the tip of it would work its way into her throat, that she'd feel it brush against her tongue.
`Oh man. After all that buildup I thought it might be something special, but it's just a novelty fleshlight.'
She tried to clench tighter on him. Draw him in.
`You're still going to give it a go right?'
`Well, duh. I still need to jack off.' And then those hands began to move her and there was only the rhythm, the cock rubbing almost by accident against sensitive and pleasurable areas with every thrust. Her eyes rolled up. Who would have thought it would be so hot, to be an object, to be used and abused — not like Max did, the snide remark, the cutting jibe, but out in the open...
Far, far too soon, she felt the cock in her tremble and something jet into her, spurt after spurt that somehow still felt warm and thick in some indefinable way, and then it was sliding out one final time, the few last drops splattering against her lower lips and running down to drip to the distant floor. She could feel it inside her, held in her where normally it would flow out —
She was being passed over. Other hands grasping her. Another dick pressing into her. `Damn, you undersold it bro! For one thing, there don't seem to be no sloppy seconds. Mmmph!' She tried to thrust back against him, but she lacked the muscles. She just had to sit there, trying to mouth encouragement as another stranger hammered into her.
As he too came and pulled out, she could feel the slight gape to her cunt. She was already being pressed into more eager hands, and she tried to smile sultrily. She was a good toy after all.
But the next one wasn't pushed into her as she stared at an immovable wall of muscle and flesh. Instead the grip slid to her hair and she was suspended, eye to eye with the dick.
`Thought I'd give the other hole a try.' One hand sliding round to cup the back of her skull, and then the head passed between her lips. It kept slipping in and she couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it, even as she had to force her jaws wider to hold it, her tongue flickering across its underside, trying to hold her teeth back and suck. Her nose was pushed into the curve of his belly, drool sliding from her lips as it fit into her throat.
She could feel it bend and unbend as he began to thrust. With no need to breathe there was nothing stopping him, no need to slow down or care for her comfort — what mattered was him. No room for tenderness, just his cock thrusting down into her, his balls pressed into her face.
He turned her, and she felt another probing entry at her lower lips. Then she was full, full in both directions, being used. She barely noticed when they came, when she was pumped full of more semen. There was a tautness to how she felt now, like she'd eaten far far too much. In the mirrors she could see her cum splattered shell had begun to swell.
More hands. This time she was pressed into a woman's crotch, rubbed against it from face to pussy and back up again until she finally orgasmed, unable to cry out. The voices had blurred together now. More skin. Another cock inside her — this one angled perfectly to slam against something within that sent shocks through her with every motion. It almost felt weirder now to have someone inside her not spurting, not filling her up.
Passed on again. The hands holding her were — the hands holding her were dark. She was being held by a black woman.
Momentary revulsion, followed immediately by guilt. She wasn't that person any more — she wasn't —
`Come on bitch. Are you going to fuck me with your tongue or not?' She was pushed facefirst into thick labiae before she could talk, her tongue flicking out almost on instinct — but she didn't like women, but it didn't matter because she wasn't Purity here, she was Toy, and Toy had to be used — diving in, burying herself. The sour taste.
Almost snatched away to another cock, then pulled back so she could serve both of them. She didn't — didn't know what to do with her tongue. Her lips. She was trying, she really was, but —
`She kinda sucks at this. And not in the fun way. Ah well. Another overpriced toy for men, eh girls?' Laughter. Pulling away — no, she could do better, she would do better — and then she was filled again.
Again and again and again. She swelled, slowly but surely. It passed beyond the feeling of fullness after a meal to something almost grotesque, like the skin of a balloon. She could hear it sloshing inside her with every motion, hear the splash as more was poured in, feel the drips as the valves began to fail under the sheer amount of cum inside her.
Her vase-body had expanded, the solids moving apart on walls of folded rubber. She was flexible now, in a way, like an air bed almost. They had contorted her into all sorts of positions as she was used. She'd lost count of how loose she'd become, her tongue and lips almost moving on their own.
Then the solids began to crack. She could feel herself breaking and somehow that was the most erotic thing of all. Knowing that just from the sheer number who'd cum inside her lewd little body she was going to burst, that her form couldn't contain the impossible inflation any more.
`It's kinda sad how easy it is to break it, isn't it? Shoddy quality. I'd expected more from this establishment.' Another squirting jet. She almost didn't feel the dick withdraw, another take its place. Another.
Something was trickling down her face and she wasn't sure if it was running makeup or cum leaking from somewhere. Everything was bloated, stretched by what was contained within her.
And then —
She stared at the ruined mess she'd become. Shattered pottery. Glazed expression, spattered from the explosion of semen. Smeared, ruined makeup. Lips and tongue working round an invisible cock. Cunt twitching limply even as the crowd filed out and the spiders came to pick her up and take her back to her real body.
Somehow, all she could think was I really must find a way to thank Magdalene.
* * *
For someone who kept her face completely covered most of the time, Mels sure knew what to do with it. That little thrust of the chin, the movement of her lips, the way her hands were kneading her ass. Untying them had been a very good idea.
She'd had to take a power dampening shot eventually. It had been discretely delivered by one of Anansi's bugs but she knew Faultline had seen it from her smug expression. Hence this little moment of catharsis and pleasure.
Cherie had had to leave. She knew it was because there were other clients, other things to do, but Lisa wanted to think it was because she'd beaten her so thoroughly. She still had the traces of the splitting headache she'd gained from her efforts, but it had been so worth it. To have Faultline writhing under touch, following her command.
Certainly Mels seemed to be enjoying herself. Her tongue flicked in and out of Lisa again and she shuddered. Fuck but she was good with that.
Maybe one day it would be Taylor down there. Until then — well, she had the next best thing.
Poker Night At The Loft
(Автор: Coruscant Knave)
"What, exactly," Taylor tried, unsuccessfully, to keep her voice calm and level, "am I looking at, here?"
"You know what you're looking at, dork," Alec waggled his eyebrows and jerked his head toward the shirtless man sitting next to him. Brian moved to swat at him, but nearly spilled several of the open containers that decorated the table between them. He flinched back from the near-miss, using careful and exaggerated motions to steady the long-necked bottles while Alec chuckled at his expense.
Lisa pulled out a chair and made insistent gestures, leading to Taylor taking the empty spot between the other two girls and across from the boys. She took in the sights one more time — all of the sights — and then sent a questioning look to the only person that would likely give something resembling an answer.
"Strip poker, obviously," Lisa said after a ginger sip of her own drink. The bottle did little to hide her expression.
Taylor let herself have one more moment to observe her friends. Brian was shirtless. Alec appeared to be in an undershirt and dress pants. Rachel had only a sports bra and boxers and didn't seem to be the least bit bothered by it. She was ignoring the exchange and petting Angelica. Lisa was fully dressed.
