As Queen Bee started sucking and licking Amelia's pussy, Amelia ran a finger down Bee's left feeler, and smiled as she stiffened. They were a little more sensitive than her nipples, and had so much more area to use, even with the two extra cup sizes Amelia had given her. As Taylor slowly worked a finger into her pussy while sucking on Amelia's clit, she closed her eyes, and started fondling her own breasts. As she listened to Lisa's moans grow sharper and sharper, she felt her own pleasure rising. Finally, as Tattletale came, screaming a jumble of profanities into the carpet, Amelia crested her own peak and fell back against the cushions.
Opening her eyes, she saw Alyx standing in front of her with a smile and a scepter.
* * *
A slap brought Amy back into the waking world. Where am I? Looking around the large room, she was shocked to realize she was tied to a chair, with two people looming over her.
"Enjoy your little nap?" Amy turned to see a black haired woman wearing only pants standing to her left. Amy was confused for a moment about who this person was, before the memories of the past three hours came crashing back in. That meant it was an unmasked Tattletale standing in front of her, with a small smile on her lips.
"Now, while you were out, Regent and I did some talking, since we're the only ones clear headed enough to think things through right now. You will fix all of us back to normal." Amy nodded. She couldn't live with herself if she didn't make things right. "And then," Lisa's smile turned sinister, "we'll discuss your punishment."
* * *
"Oh God! Oh God, oh God, oh God! Please Dean, keep doing it! Fuck me raw!" Amy stared at the ground, desperately wishing she had ear plugs. She knew she deserved this, but it still didn't make the punishment any less awful. Regent and Tattletale had forced her to change Taylor and Alec back to their normal selves, but she had refused to even look at what had happened to their brains. After talking failed to work, Lisa resorted to another measure. Now Amy was tied up, as Lisa and Alec role-played her sister and Dean in front of her.
Tattletale had turned a white bathrobe into an approximation of Glory Girl's costume, and was still wearing half of it as they fucked just a few inches in front of Amy. I deserve this. Those things I did to these people, I need to be punished. Vicky would never love me, and they're showing me it. I just need to focus on that, knowing that I'm bad and should be punished. Yeah, just think about being punished, Amy.
Amy lifted her gaze up, to watch Vicky-Lisa getting fucked. She was staring back at Amy, green eyes looking into her own, underneath Alec's frame. Smirking, she continued to imitate Victoria, directing a stream of dirty talk nominally at Alec, but Amy knew it was really meant for her.
"Your nipples are hard." Amy jerked, and turned her head to look at Hellhound. She hadn't bothered to dress herself, just wearing a light, unzipped windbreaker. She had been left to guard Amy, while Grue and Skitter went into a bedroom to discuss their plans. Amy quickly looked away from Rachel. She was built on a scale that could easily break Amy, especially since she exercised so little. Those muscles, those clearly defined abs barely hidden by the jacket, those full breasts, the bright red hair— No, Amy, you're being punished right now. Focus on the shame, being made to feel worthless. Oh yeah, that's right. Feel horrible, that they deserve to do this to you—
Finger curling in her hair snapped Amy out of her increasingly disturbing reverie. Hellhound was straddling her face, pushing her pussy against Amy's face. Amy flinched at the unwashed, primal smell, before Rachel tightened her grip and ground her crotch against Amy's face.
"Come on, you fucking idiot. Grue didn't fuck me, I'm horny, and you're the only one available. Now start licking." Amy flushed red. She'd never done anything like this before, and wasn't certain how to start. She stuck her tongue out, and hastily licked; running along Rachel's left lip before closing her mouth.
"What the hell was that? I want you to eat me out, not just breath on me. Lisa said you were a lesbian, so you should like this." Hellhound's domineering tone sent shivers through Amy. This was how someone like her should be treated, abused and made to pleasure others. Steeling herself, she gave a long lick down Rachel's cunt, from her clit to the rear of her lips. Reassured by fingers tightening in her hair, she did it again, and then again. As Hellhound swung a leg over her shoulder, Amy hesitantly raised her right hand to fondle her new mistress, and her left to her own shamefully wet pussy.
Growing more confident, she started rubbing Rachel's clit with her thumb, while alternating between short hard licks, and longer, softer strokes with her tongue. While she listened to Hellhound's grunts grow louder and louder, she could also Lisa and Alec fucking right in front of her, both the sounds of flesh meeting, and the dirty talk that Tattletale was using to hurt her.
"Oh yes, yes, yes! Dick feels so good! I love you Dean! Ahhhh! Fuck!" Amy could also hear some muffled sounds coming from the closed door that the other two members of the Undersiders had disappeared behind. As Lisa's moans grew to a fever pitch, and Alec started whispering something in French, Rachel tightened her grip on Amy's head driving her face further into her crotch. Finally the wetness that had smeared across Amy's face, and flooded her tongue gushed all across Amy's face and ran down her neck. Relaxing her grip, Hellhound stepped away and let Amy look around. Lisa and Alec were standing up, smirking at her as she was made to service their friend. Shamefaced, Amy snatched her hand away from her pussy, but Lisa grabbed it.
"Oh no, you can keep masturbating. You just need to tell us what got you hot and bothered. Was it the little role-play we did? Being made to service someone who doesn't give a damn about you? Come on, we're all waiting for your answer. What kinky, degrading things does the great healer Panacea need to have done to her before she can get off?" Lisa's smile grew cruel as Rachel went off to collect Grue and Skitter.
"Both"
"What was that? Speak up; I'm sure we all want to know." As Tattletale taunted Amy, she could see Brian and Taylor return. They were both naked, and Taylor was actually smiling. As they surrounded Amy, silently judging her, she knew what she had to say next.
"Both, I need this to cum."
"Oh well, why don't you do that. Just get yourself off like an animal in front of us." As Amy, shame-faced, slipped her hand back down to her crotch, she listened to the Undersiders discuss how best
to handle her. As Alec offered up increasingly inventive suggestions, Amy shuddered and quaked her way to orgasm. She belonged here, an object of disinterest to them, only useful for having sex with. Eventually she would service them often enough for her guilt to go away, and let her be a good person again.
* * *
"Now then, if you're a good girl, I'll let you out in an hour or two. Alright? That's what I thought." Amelia stepped back from Lisa and flipped the switch in her hand. She grinned as she heard the buzz of the motors, and Tattletale stiffening. Amelia was fairly happy with her handiwork. Two vibrators were taped to Lisa's nipples, there was a ring gag in her mouth forcing her mouth open and causing her to drool, and her hands were cuffed behind her so she couldn't get herself off. Most importantly though, her new tails were covered in silk. Each of her nine, blond, long tails were encased in silk Queen Bee had made, and the barely-there pressure on that sensitive fur should make Lisa go crazy with lust soon enough. Amelia had debated over doing something to Lisa's new fox ears as well, but nothing came to mind, and she had wanted to visit the rest of her pets. Standing up, she smoothed out the green shorts that were the only piece of clothing she had on. And that was still more than anyone else in the building.
That should show her, Amelia thought to herself as she left the bedroom. While she didn't care what happened to Amy, beyond a general dislike of not being in control during those times, she couldn't stand anything carrying over when she woke back up. And those skinned knees? Her sore jaw? That was definitely too much interference. Maybe Lisa can blow and eat everyone out twice next time, and see how much she likes it! Making sure to turn the light off to Lisa's room, Amelia shut the door, cutting off Tattletale's growing panting.
The sound of moaning drew her to the next room. Brian and Alec were on the bed there, with Alec on his back holding his legs apart while Grue fucked his ass. As soon as she woke back up, Amelia had changed Alec back, though not all the way. Now he was almost perfectly androgynous, the only real hint to his gender being the crotch. For the rest of his body, just enough curves on the hips and limbs, and little AA cup breasts with pointy little nipples had been the order of the day. Amelia still hadn't decided what to do with Brian, beyond giving him the tune-up she'd given to all of them to remove scars and such, as well as making the stereotype of Big Black Cocks become true. A massive nine-incher, she'd had to rearrange Grue's blood vessels just to make it safe. Of course, Alec seemed to like it, giving Brian constant encouragement as Brian tightened his grip on Alec's waist. After pausing to enjoy the sight, Amelia cleared her throat.
"Team meeting in half an hour. Make sure you both are aware enough to talk." Getting a grunt of confirmation, Amelia checked to make sure the camera was still recording, and left. Guy on guy had always been Vicky's thing instead of hers. She remembered one time before Vicky started dating Gallant, when Amy had walked in on Vicky jilling off to a video of half a dozen basketballs players having an orgy. Carol and Mark just couldn't get a straight answer out of Vicky about why Amy got her desserts for the rest of the week, either. Good times, good times. As she left, she heard Brian interrupt Alec's stream of consciousness dirty talk.
"You know, I never thought fucking another guy would be fun, but your ass is just so goddamn tight. Holy shit! We'll need to do this more often."
"Yeah, I'm pretty fucking awesome at fucking. Ugh! Oh, try and keep up that pace. I learned a lot about this shit back ho-" Whatever Alec was talking about was cut off as Amelia closed the door.
Now to go visit the other person who needs me to forgive them. Leaving Grue and Regent to their sodomy, Amelia made a beeline to see Queen Bee. Ah ha ha, I'm so clever. Rounding the corner, she could see Bitch and Bee sitting on a chair, facing the stairs. Amelia had reversed the reversal Amy had done to Taylor, so now she had her black and yellow markings again and her transparent wings were fluttering. As Rachel was sitting on Taylor's lap, Amelia had to move around them to get a good look at her.
As punishment for what Bitch had done to her, Amelia had given Rachel cat ears and a tail, and a threat to continue the changes if she continued to misbehave. She shuddered to remember what Rachel, at Alec's urging, had made Amy do.
Amy quietly groaned as she shifted position. She'd never dreamed of trying butt stuff before, and the tail plug in her ass now made her feel so full and bloated. That, and the brown Labrador ear-band, and being made to be naked, all made her feel so vulnerable and worthless. She had the tail of a dog, the ears of a dog, the collar of a dog, and she was being treated like a dog. Maybe that was what she deserved. To just surrender all her worries and fears and just let someone else think for her.
One of the dogs, Angelica, padded over from her water dish to where Amy lay, curled up at Rachel's feet. Collapsing, the massive dog brought her head down on Amy's chest, driving the air out of her lungs with a whoosh. Glancing down at her, Bitch snapped her fingers.
"No barking. Angelica, go. Hunt Brutus." The dog shot a betrayed look at Bitch, but wearily climbed to her feet, and left Rachel's room. Turning her attention to Amy, Rachel reached down and started scratching behind Amy's real ear. As she pressed back against the hand, Amy blushed as she thought about what her master might order her to do to prove she was a good pet. Alec and Lisa had made sure she'd heard them talking to Rachel about how to treat her. Being made to go around on all fours for days on end while being naked, forced to do whatever any of the Undersiders wanted done, all while waiting for Tattletale to figure out how to undo the changes in the brain Amy had given them all. Amy looked up as Skitter— no it was Taylor, since she was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, walked in and sat down on Rachel's bed.
"So, how are you taking this?"
"Fine. Don't mind this, so long as I can spend time with my dogs." Bitch turned her gaze back down to Amy, continuing to pet her.
"No, I mean, are you really okay with this, us having all this sex? None of us ever even looked at each other before, and now we've all fucked each other half-a-dozen times! And now you have the person responsible for all this," Amy winced at the reminder of the horrible things she'd done, "on a leash, naked! Doesn't any of that bother you?" By the end of her tirade, Taylor was back up on her feet, pacing around the room, as Bitch scowled.
"I don't really give a shit. Sex with you or whoever is better than just being by myself. And I do want to see if I can make her act right. None of this talking bullshit to try and hurt me. Just someone who will do what I say, because I'm in charge. Anyway, you seemed to be having a fine time fucking Grue on his bed. What gives you the right to talk?" Rachel's hand ceased moving, and Amy whined in the back of her throat, both at the loss of pleasure, and at the charged atmosphere in the room. An atmosphere that was all her fault. Bitch had the right idea. If she just did what she was told, then she couldn't hurt anyone else. Maybe she belonged as a pet for someone.
"You're right, Rachel, it doesn't bother me. And it bothers me that it doesn't bother me if you get what I'm saying. I'd never kissed even kissed a guy before, or thought about what being with a girl would be like. But now I've fucked or made out with everybody in the building, and I'm probably going to do it again!"
"Yeah, so? If you want to fuck me, or fuck Amy, you just need to say so. Otherwise, you're just wasting my time with a lot of bullshit."
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Amelia made us all sterile, so I might as well enjoy it while I've got it. Thanks for letting me clear my head, Rachel. I hope you enjoy training your new dog." Getting a grunt in reply, Taylor left the room, while Rachel started scratching Amy again. It felt so nice, just simple human contact, without Bitch expecting to be healed or helped, just making Amy feel nice because she wanted to. Maybe she would be happier as a dog then as a human.
