Amelia suppressed a shiver at the memory. That hadn't been enjoyable at all, letting everything slip away and having someone take care of her. Why, why, it had been downright insulting how one of her slaves had put something up her ass, and snapped a collar around her neck. Yeah. That was why Rachel had to be punished, not to reassure Amelia about her fetishes.
Amelia had lingered over transforming Rachel and Taylor, and she was pleased with how well they had turned out. Amelia was very proud of the ears, as they twitched and flattened themselves in response to what Rachel was feeling. Right now, they were standing straight up as Taylor molested her friend. They were both facing the stairs, so Amelia got a good look at Rachel.
Her hands were underneath her chin, and her forearms were framing her heavy breasts, while tied together with a black leather ribbon. Amelia had removed her scars and blemishes, leaving her body to look like a white, female version of Brian's. When Taylor had seen what Amelia had done, she'd rushed over to her friend so quickly, she had tripped over the black and yellow high heels made out of chitin that Amelia had added on. When Amelia had told her to punish Bitch for doing those awful, unenjoyable things to her, Taylor had then squealed so loudly that the dogs had covered their ears.
Now, she had one hand rubbing Rachel's inner thighs, and the other tracing patterns along her well-defined abs. Taylor was almost hidden by her playmate, only her gossamer-like wings and her chitinous arms and legs peeking out from beneath her massive lover. Hearing Amelia come by, Taylor stuck her head out from behind Rachel, where she'd been giving her love nips on the back of the neck. Her new antennae bobbed with the movement, and her permanently shiny and lustrous hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat.
"So, Taylor, how many times has the cat-girl apologized with her body yet?" Still aware enough to listen to anything besides Taylor's voice, Rachel snarled at that.
"I ain't no kind of pussy." Amelia smirked at her, modeling her expression off Tattletale's.
"Oh really? With a fluffy little cat tail and ears? Let's face it, because you've been bad, you're a cat girl. I suppose that if you're good enough, I might change you into a real bitch though." Seeing Rachel open her mouth, Amelia raised a hand. "And good girls only speak when I tell them to. Now Taylor, how many times has her body apologized for humiliating me?"
Rolling her eyes at the by-play, Taylor paused to bit Bitch's shoulder, sending a shudder through the woman before responding.
"I've made her cum twice in the past hour, if that's what you mean. But I don't think even red-hot pokers could get Rachel to ever say she's sorry for anything." Amelia frowned at the news.
"Only twice? With your new libidos, you should have had ten orgasms in an hour. Hell, I know the boys have had that many, and they still need to get it back up after they cum."
"Wait, you wanted me to give her orgasms?" Queen Bee frowned, and her hands stilled, prompting Rachel to whine. "I thought you wanted me to tease her, keep her on the brink. That's why I was just doing her legs and stomach when you came by."
"Oh really. Ah, well, I suppose it doesn't really matter, just so long as she was punished. Tell you what, I'm having a meeting with everyone in twenty-five minutes, so why don't you show me your technique." Pulling up a chair, she sat down and leaned forward to watch her favorite slave torment her second least favorite.
Taylor started off by ducking her head to nip at Bitch's nape, prompting her to jump in shock. Then her hands started back up, drifting over her body. Finding a sweet spot underneath one of Rachel's ribs, one hand stayed there, rubbing and prodding while making her yelp, while the other made its way up to her breasts, circling around their base.
Sliding a hand down to her pussy, Amelia started rubbing while watching the show. Pinching a nipple in her other hand, she smiled as Bitch started to shake as Bee drew a long, low moan out of her by grabbing a nipple in between two fingers and drawing it out away from Rachel's body before letting go. Moving her other hand down to Bitch's crotch, Bee started biting harder as she ran two fingers down her lover's mons. Rachel's heavy breathing and flushed face were a real turn on to Amelia, almost as much as what Bee was doing to her body.
For the next twenty minutes, Queen Bee played Bitch like an instrument, bringing her right to the edge, and then backing back down. Two seconds of finger-fucking, followed by five minutes of running her hands up and down Rachel's limbs, murmuring to her about what a great cat she was. Biting down hard enough to draw pinpricks of blood, while stroking Bitch's tail. Massaging breasts, only to turn Rachel's head to kiss her. By the end, Bitch's pitiful whining wrung a well-paced orgasm out of Amelia, just as Brian and Alec came into the living room and flopped down onto the couch. Standing up, and motioning for Taylor to stop, Amelia dragged her chair over to face the couch.
"Well, since we're all here-, " at that, Alec interrupted her.
"Wait, we're missing Miss Smug. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's way easier to blow this stuff off when it's just Brian yakking, but you hate her enough that it would be way funnier to have her here." Ignoring the scowls both Amelia and Brian were giving him, Alec leaned back and spread his legs, giving the girls a good view of the cum trickling out of his ass.
"I agree with Regent. If you want all of us here, it should be all of us," Queen Bee chimed in, nudging Bitch off her lap with a whine before facing the rest of the group.
"Fine. But your no longer my most favorite minion now, Taylor." Standing up, Amelia went to get Lisa, passing by Rachel who was working her arms out of the ribbon they were wrapped in.
Turning up the lights to Lisa's room, Amelia was pleased to find that the stimulation from the vibrators and the silk for the past half hour had caused Lisa to pitch herself forward, apparently hoping to rub her breasts against the carpeting so she could finally cum. As Amelia kneeled down over her, Tattletale looked up at her pleadingly.
"Now, now, enough of that. It's time to be a big girl and try and talk and shit. I suppose that means I should take out the gag, even if you are a lot more pleasant to talk to with it in." After working the gag out, and turning the vibrators off, she undid the hand and ankle cuffs so she didn't have to try and drag Lisa out of the room. While Amelia expected her to have some snide comeback, it seemed as if Lisa was till gathering her wits.
Moving back to the living room, Amelia let out a bark of laughter at the sight of Bitch. Apparently, rather than just stew in her juices for however long the meeting lasted, Rachel had decided to take matters into her own hands. She had fastened a bright blue dildo to the glass table, and was squatting over it, fucking herself in front of the rest of her team. Oh well, I doubt she'd have much to add anyway. And this way I get a show as well. Struck by a related thought, Amelia turned to Lisa and smiled, making sure that the villainess picked up on her idea to make Lisa do a briefing while a sex machine drove a dildo in and out of her ass. Lisa flushed and dropped a few more steps behind Amelia.
Settling down in her chair, Amelia watched Lisa sit on the floor in front of Taylor, who immediately started playing with her fox ears.
"Now, since we really are all here, I wanted to pump you lot for information. I'm getting bored spending all day cooped up inside here. Do any of you have homes I can visit or something?"
Taylor was the first to speak. "Well, I live with my dad at home, but, uh, it's pretty run-down, and I don't think Dad is the kind of person you'd be very interested in, Mistress. He's in his forties, going bald, skinny..."
"Right I get the point. No going to the dump with only the old guy to meet us there. What about the rest of you?" After exchanging glances with Grue and Regent, Tattletale was the next to pipe up.
"I live here, same as Alec. Rachel spends , ah, Taylor, not when I'm talking, some time here, some at her shelter, but unless you like no roof and concrete floors, I'd skip it, oh please, not the base, they're too sensitivvee!"
With Lisa unlikely to contribute anything more, Amelia turned to the last member. Shifting around, Brian waited a moment before answering
"Well, I do have a place I just bought. An apartment in a pretty good part of town. I'm hoping to move my sister in as soon as CPS gives me the okay. Bit smaller than the loft, but still the nicest alternative we've got." Amelia nodded, and thought a bit before asking another question.
"And this sister, what's she like? Little kid, year younger then you, what? Also, how hot is she?"
"Well, she's about a month away from fifteen. And yeah, she's pretty damn hot. Been worried about that actually, with the kind of company my mom keeps." Amelia leaned back to consider the news.
"Well, well. A sexy little black girl, all ripe for the taking, eh? And underage, that makes it even sweeter."
"Actually," Taylor piped in, as she rubbed the tips of Lisa's ears, "I'm only fifteen myself."
"Really? Well, that will make it even more fun the next time I fuck you." Turning back to the main group, Amelia directed her most trustworthy smile at Brian.
"Don't you worry, Grue, I'll make sure nothing happens to her that you won't want. Also, quick note. You don't get to fuck her, until I get Vicky, understand? Alright, let's go see our new digs."
Standing up, Amelia saw that she was the only one to do so. Rachel was still hammering herself up and down on the dildo, making the table shake alarmingly, Lisa had collapsed backwards onto Taylor's legs, twitching and gasping with her tails spread out across the floor, even as Taylor continued her assault on Lisa's fluffy ears, Alec had turned on the TV, and Brian was only just now getting to his feet.
"Okay, maybe we wait a bit for everyone to calm down."
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckme, FUCKMEEE!"
Amelia winced at the sound of shattering glass.
"Goddamnit."
Audio Erotica
(Автор: Ziel)
"Hey Harb, pass me the knife oil, would you?"
Harbinger looked up from his book to find Jack staring expectantly at him. The other teen had his extensive collection of blades laid out across the small table that serviced the RV's dining area.
The bottle of oil sat in one of the little cubbies lining the hallway back to the bedroom. Harbinger picked it up and tossed it to Jack. The trajectory and necessary force were child's play, and the bottle landed in Jack's waiting hand.
"Thanks."
Jack returned to his cleaning, and Harbinger to his book. After a few moments, the sharp smell of oil filled the RV, and he looked up again. Jack was intent on his work, running over each knife with care, working them with a rag until they shone.
In the back of his mind, Harbinger's powers helpfully detailed which knife was Jack's favorite based on patterns of wear and tear.
Pointless data. Why would it matter?
It wasn't like he had any intention of getting Jack a new blade for his birthday. The only occasion that would possibly have warranted it in recent memory was killing King, and celebrating in such a way was something Harbinger found incredibly... crass. Distasteful, for no real reason.
No. He wouldn't be doing any such thing. Why had he even thought of it to begin with?
Metal clinked as Jack returned what looked like a potato peeler to the table. Light glinted off the blades, reflecting off the chiseled planes of Jack's face. The sight made Harbinger feel—
Harbinger blinked. What was that?
He looked hard at Jack. The black-haired teen was sighting down the edge of a blade that would have looked at home in a bad fantasy film, all jagged edges and spikes.
Nothing.
No reaction at all to the way Jack's strong, callused hands worked over the knife with the rag. What would those hands feel like on—
What.
Harbinger closed his book with a snap. He rose from his chair and turned to face Jack. His power told him the steps— 6.8 feet to cross between them. He'd like nothing better than to go to Jack. Go to him and brush back his hair, run it through his fingers. Let Jack take his glasses off, turn the world blurry but for their passion.
"Jack," Harbinger said. "I-"
Need to tell you that I love you.
He flinched.
"I think that someone is using their power on me and-"
I can't deny these feelings any more. Take me now.
Jack looked up, a corkscrew between two fingers.
"Oh yeah?" He cocked his head for a moment. "Ah. I wondered what that was. Kind of a... narrator kind of thing? Keeps telling you to do weird stuff with me?"
"Yes!" Harbinger said, relief flooding through him.
Jack understood. He knew what was happening. It was a sign that they were kindred spirits and that they should totally, totally bang right now on the kitchen table.
Harbinger tuned that thought out. Once he knew what the effect was, it was easy to ignore it. Ignore how Jack's unbuttoned shirt exposed a tender length of tanned flesh and the edge of one sharp collarbone and—
"What now!?" Harbinger snapped.
Jack shrugged. "It's probably nothing." He stood, putting a finger to his lips. "I think we should just go back to what we were doing and..." Jack grinned, appearing to listen for a moment. "Christen every room in the RV with our passion?"
Harbinger made to speak, but Jack made the shushing gesture again, pointing at the door. They moved together, sliding toward the exit without a sound.
"Yeah, probably nothing, like I said," Jack continued. He placed a hand on the door latch. "I think it's probably just hormones. Teen boy stuff and all that."
Harbinger nodded. "Right. Would you like to remove your shirt?"
Yes!
This time he heard it. The tiny little whisper in his ear— a voice that wasn't his intruding on his thoughts.
Jack held up three fingers. Dropped one. Two. Three.
They burst out the door.
A muffled squeal rose from the other side of the RV, and they rushed toward it. He outpaced Jack, running on the perfect trajectory to hook the side of the vehicle and turn at top speed. The campground outside was deserted— cleared earlier by the Nine, and the noise of someone scrabbling away through the dead leaves was loud and obvious.
They caught up to the stranger in moments.
The girl was stumbling along, pants around her ankles, trying to reach one of the tents set up nearby. The instant she saw that they'd caught her; she squeaked and tripped over her pants, landing in the dirt.
