Chapter 1: Finders Keepers
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Arriving at the clinic for her appointment, Hester can’t help but feel a little apprehensive. She’s never had much affinity for magic, although she still uses the standard curse-protection wards and other useful charms that you can buy at corner stores. But you don’t exactly need much skill in technology to use a smart phone, or in mechanics to drive a car, so magic is just a regular thing for her. It was just another boring class at school, learning about crystals and spells, and the history of its reveal to modern society. There was something about a bunch of people being turned into alpacas in America, or something…?
“No! I’m… I’m doing this. For Natsuko.”
Slapping her cheeks, Hester forces herself to concentrate, as she steps into the small building. Nestled between a shoe store and a bookshop in a quiet corner of her local mall, it hasn’t been here all that long, so the sign above the door is bright and clean, declaring it a branch of the ‘Own-A-Hole’ company. The advertisements on the windows are a little vague, and none of them really say what the clinic actually does, implying that it’s something to do with long-distance relationships. Which certainly applies to Hester, now that her girlfriend has moved to a different city for college, while she plans to attend the local one. And besides, she’s got a coupon for 50% off!
“Hi! I’m here for an appointment?”
At the front desk, a pretty woman gives her a smile, then takes her details. Once she’s got everything she needs, she gets Hester to sign a few waivers, disclaimers, and release forms. Then she leads the young woman through to a small room in the back, much like a doctor’s examination room, with a chair much like you’d find in a gynaecologist. Left alone for a moment, Hester looks into the mirror on one wall, then brushes a hand through her short, frizzy hair. Dark skin with a warm undertone, and a toned physique, Hester is pretty confident in her looks, very much comfortable in the ‘tomboy’ aesthetic, or perhaps something approaching a ‘stud’.
With a pert set of breasts under her sports bra, which is itself under a plaid shirt, her toned abdomen leads down into a pair of baggy sweatpants. Comfortable and practical, just as she likes it. She still fidgets in place though, nervous for what’s about to happen, and what it’ll mean for her relationship with Natsuko. Before she can dwell on it for too long, and possibly overthink herself out of it, a man strides confidently into the room.
“Good morning, Miss Edwards! Welcome to Own-A-Hole. How are you today? Excited?”
“Ah… yes, a little. And please, call me Ms. Edwards. Or just Hester is fine.”
Hester keeps a tight smile on her lips as she stands to greet the man. Though he doesn’t introduce himself, the nametag on his lapel reads ‘Arcanologist Hopkins’, which is… good, right? She knows that arcanologists are professionals who have something to do with magical devices, and while the specifics elude her, she is at least a little reassured that this isn’t being done by an untrained layman.
“Sure, sure. Now, if you’ll just strip off your pants and underwear then hop up into the chair, we can get started. It’s a very quick procedure, and then you can be off having fun as soon as it’s complete!”
The man opens one of the cabinets against the wall, and gestures towards the inspection chair. Hester pauses only for a moment, classing this man as some kind of medical professional, as she reluctantly shimmies out of her sweatpants and boxer shorts. Now nude from the waist down, showing off her hairy legs and unshaven cooch, she takes a seat and nervously spreads her legs. Arcanologist Hopkins returns a moment later, and casually lifts her thighs up into the stirrups, pulling a strap tight to hold her in place. Repeating that with her arms, and then lowering pads to press her shoulders down, Hester finds herself held in position quite securely.
“Is, uh… all of this quite necessary?
“Yes, indeed, Miss Edwards! There are many safety measures, as I’m sure you’re aware, preventing any injuries or accidental removal. Now, let’s see… you’ve read all of the information, haven’t you? All about the temporary transfers of ownership, when and how you can deactivate the enchantment, implicit permissions and specified allowances.”
Hester refrains from rolling her eyes as the man reads over a sheet of paper, clearly just going through with some kind of necessary check. She doesn’t really want to go over it all again, in case she rethinks it, but the thought of surprising her girlfriend is enough to keep her going. And Hester would especially rather not discuss any of this with a strange man, while her genitals are exposed to the room.
“Yep.”
Seemingly satisfied, he returns to Hester’s side holding two wands. Muttering something under his breath, he lines one up with her mouth, and the second with her crotch – at which point, two runic circles appear in mid-air, one blue, one pink. Hovering in place, they cast a glow on her dark complexion, rotating softly as she starts to feel a tingling under her skin. The arcanologist allows them to rotate for a while, as he moves back to the cabinet, bringing out two coloured cylinders, with widened openings – again, one blue, one pink.
Matching the wands up to the devices, a flash of light fills the room… and then when it fades, it feels like nothing has happened. The runic circles are gone, and Hester can’t sense any changes to her body, exactly as it was meant to happen. Coming back over, the arcanologist smiles as he starts to unstrap her from the chair.
“Is that… uh… is that it? All done?”
He nods, stepping back to allow Hester to stand up and get dressed again, which she does eagerly. Once she’s decent again, he hands over the two cylinders, with a faint sparkle of silver at the base of the blue one, and some gold on the pink one. But before he lets go, Arcanologist Hopkins meets her eyes with a serious look.
“All done! But the most important part, of course… is that you trust who you send these to. Okay?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I trust them completely.”
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Waking up with a grunt to the sound of his doorbell, as rain patters against the roof of his apartment, Garrett Wade looks up to see some kind of delivery service at the door. It’s a little bit before noon, but the paunchy, middle-aged man isn’t exactly an early riser. Pulling on a grubby shirt, he picks his way through the messy apartment to grab the parcel, eager to shut the cold wind out. While he hadn’t really been expecting anything… there’s no reason to think it’s not for him.
“Sorry sir, uh… can you confirm delivery? It’s just, this is magically charged or whatever. Always pisses me off, and the ink ran on the address, so… it is for you, right? Something Wa… uh… Wade? Apartment 9… c?”
“Yeah, that’s me. Jus’ hand it over, ‘kay?”
Confidently claiming the parcel, Garrett presses his thumb against the offered aura detector, an arcanotech device which records and transmits the identifying magical signature of a person. Once it’s done, the delivery guy then holds it up against the parcel. Two answering beeps respond, muffled by the packaging, before he then hands over the box and hurries off to continue his route.
BIIIIP…… bip, bip…
Garrett doesn’t particularly care about all that, nor is he pleased about being woken up, but it’s late enough in the day that he won’t be getting back to sleep, so he walks over and sets the box down on his kitchen table. It’s not a far walk, seeing as he lives in what is charitably called a ‘studio apartment’, but most people would call ‘an absolute pigsty’. Whatever the fuck he’s been sent, probably something he ordered while drunk and then forgot about, is interesting enough that he’ll open the box and take a look right away.
Inside, couched in a nest of packing peanuts, the ends of two cylinders jut out. Both of them are shiny and metallic, one a vibrant pink and the other sky blue. And each of them have a glittering sigil on the end, with a cursive word engraved in the centre. In gold, on the pink cylinder, the word ‘Fuck’. And on the blue one, in silver, the word ‘Suck’.
“What the…?”
There’s a weird sequence of esoteric characters printed on the side of it, which he recognises as the same ones from his ID card, some kind of unique arcane identifier clearly applied by whatever the courier did. Not many people get items magically keyed to themselves, usually only deeds to property or expensive enchanted items, so that piques his interest, as he turns the metallic pink cylinder over in his hands.
It widens significantly at what he guesses is the top, leading to a flat golden cap – but just past where the device starts to widen, there appears to be a seam. With grip-like ridges on the narrower part, it overall looks a little like a flashlight. Except, when Garrett twists the lid, it pulls away to reveal…
A pussy.
“Huh. Well, would’ya look at that!”
Dark brown skin and unshaven pubic hair surround a dusky pink slit, with short, wrinkled labia and a visible clitoral hood. The opening is dry, appearing as just a normal, unstimulated set of female genitalia, and Garrett initially thinks that it’s simply a high-quality replica, some kind of silicon fleshlight. Until it twitches. Then he looks a little closer, at the pink ring of arcane light surrounding the opening, and at how perfectly realistic it is. Pressing a finger against the opening, it’s tight and warm, somewhat difficult for this thick digit to penetrate, but it reacts again, moistening slightly in response to his touch.
Licking his lips, a grin spreads across Garrett’s face, as he starts to understand what it is he’s been sent. It must be some kind of portal, enclosed in a nice, convenient form, linked to a girl’s pussy. And he’s not the sort of guy to care much about who the parcel was meant to be delivered to.
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Nearby, in Apartment 9a, Natsuko Wada is still unpacking her belongings after a move to the area for college, which she’s due to start in a few weeks. She only arrived a few days ago, so hasn’t quite settled in yet, but is already excited for this new part of her life. Wearing a cute yellow dress, with her dark brown almost-black hair pulled into a neat bob to frame her pretty Asian features, she’s been awake and busy for several hours by now. And her mood is only buoyed when her phone rings, and she sees her girlfriend’s name come up as the caller ID.
“Um… h-hiya, Nat! How are you… mmn… how you doing?”
A warm smile plays across Natsuko’s face as she hears Hester on the other end of the line, especially when she seems to be in something of an amorous mood. The excitement is clear in her voice, and she seems to be breathing heavily, as the petite girl takes a seat on her couch. She can feel some arousal of her own building up, but she tamps it down for the moment as she greets her partner.
“Hiiii~! I’ve been missing you, Hester. I… I know we only got together at prom, but… aha~… it’s true!”
They’d been friends for a lot longer, of course, for most of their lives. But only recently had friendship blossomed into something more, and the two of them are quite giddy over it. Going to different colleges did dampen their plans a little, but that’s why Hester came up with her plan for them to be able to connect more frequently.
“S-so, um… I thought you might’ve called me first? But… ahhn~… I know how much you wanted to… for us to have our first times together, and… mmmf~… then you opened the present… ahh~… I’ve got some time before work, so…”
By now, Natsuko is starting to get a little confused by the excited gasps coming through the phone line. Almost like… is Hester actually masturbating? That’s not much like her, as she’s usually more stoic and reserved about intimate things like that, blushing even when they kiss in public. And the mention of how they were planning on losing their virginities with each other is intriguing, as it’s something Natsuko really was looking forward to – but that still doesn’t explain what’s happening.
“What are you talking about, darling? I haven’t received anything from you today!”
There’s a long pause on the line then, aside from some faint tapping, as if Hester is checking something on her phone. A delivery notification, perhaps.
“Shit. C-can you, uh… I think it got delivered to the… the wrong apartment?! Hnngh~!”
And then she hangs up, with a stifled grunt. Which is a little concerning, but Natsuko shrugs her shoulders and goes to find some shoes. If Hester sent her an exciting present, but it got misdelivered to one of her neighbours, then she’ll just have to go and get it! Shooting a text off to her girlfriend as she stands up, asking for more details, she heads out into the drizzle.
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Leaning back into the dent in his old, stained couch, Garrett can’t believe his luck. A little more poking and prodding, as well as a cursory web search, makes it seem like this truly is a portal to some poor girl’s pussy. Although, if he interprets the symbols on the side of the device properly, it’d technically be his pussy, while the arcane gateway is open. Either way, he’s not going to look a gift-hole in the mouth.
Reaching to one side, he grabs an ever-present bottle of lube from a side table, then squeezes a generous dollop onto the twitching twat in the palm of his hand. Taking a moment to rub that into the opening, careful not to push too deep, he lines it up with the tip of his hardening shaft, almost inches in length, and commensurately thick. Heavy balls dangle beneath, covered in a thatch of wiry hair, and the whole thing is damp with sweat, clearly more often jerked than it is washed.
“Mmmn~… ain’t had a real cunt in years… heh~… ain’t worth dealin’ wi’ the bitches they’re attached to!”
Then, with little concern for the morality of shoving his unprotected cock into an unknown girl, he presses his uncut glans to the lubricated slit… and pulls the onahole onto his shaft. It’s a tight fit, made even tighter by the girl clenching down on the unwanted invader – and a momentary resistance near the entrance, which makes Garrett think that she might have even been a virgin. Of course, that just makes his cock throb even more, as he enjoys despoiling her for the first time.
Gripping the device tightly, he slides it further down his length, before pulling back a moment, and then thrusting even deeper again. It was delivered to him, after all, and the aura-reader made sure that the portable pussy belongs to him! Why shouldn’t he make free use of it? Pumping his fist up and down, he makes further progress into the warm, wet, actively squeezing cunt, which feels much better than just using his hand. He can only comfortably penetrate about two-thirds of his length, at least for now, so he picks up the pace without forcing any deeper than that.
“Damn, this thing’s nice… ahhhn~… shame ‘bout the hair… nngh~… an’ it could loosen up a bit, but… mmmn~…”
He trails off, only the sound of his laboured breathing and the wet schlopping of his cock filling the pussy. This is far more convenient than paying a hooker, or picking up some chick with low enough standards, which usually includes paying for enough drinks that a prostitute might have been a better deal. Garrett doesn’t exactly have much respect for women – although he has a very high opinion of their holes, even if he still finds things to criticise.
Speeding up even more, Garrett leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of his cock penetrating a tight, virginal cunt. Confident that his was the first manhood to penetrate this girl, he sees no reason not to hold back, as he moves his other hand down, rubbing a thumb against her clit. That causes her to juice up even more, and Garrett lets out a low grunt as the girl seems to be orgasming – and then he also finishes. Not caring one bit about the potential consequences, he shoves the onahole down onto his throbbing shaft, and ejaculates directly inside. The girl seems to tense up even more in response, but there’s nothing the recipient can do to prevent him from using her, as thick ropes of Garrett’s viscous, backed-up jizz splatter against the walls of her unprotected pussy.
“NNNGH~! Fuuuuck, tha’s good… heh~… an’ I bet she even liked it, on the other end!”
In another city, a couple hundred miles away, Hester Edwards lets out a traitorous moan, as she squirms on her bed in an unwanted climax. When she’d called her girlfriend in excitement, she thought that the probing finger had been Natsuko’s – but then, when she hadn’t seemed to know what was going on, she realised that something else was going on. It didn’t get any better from there, as the mystery user then decided to fuck her, pounding his thick, oversized cock into her virgin pussy, until he finished by brazenly giving her a nasty creampie.
Pushing out from her crotch is a cylinder of glowing magic, an impenetrable barrier attached to her skin, which contains the portal itself. She can see it shining through the thin fabric of her boxer shorts, and no attempt to scrabble at or dispel the enchantment worked. Instead, she just had to sit there and take it, hoping Natsuko would be able to find where the portal devices were delivered to…
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Letting out a sigh as the door of Apartment 8d closes in front of her, Natsuko sends a text to Hester – although the last few haven’t been replied to, nor have they even been read. Whatever’s happening to her darling girlfriend, it’s probably not good, and none of the neighbours that she’s spoken to so far have received her parcel, even if they were all kind and helpful.
There are only a few more to go in the immediate vicinity, so she retraces her steps and tries in the other direction. Apartment 9b is dark inside, with no response, but there’s light shining through the windows of 9c, so she sets her shoulders and strides up to knock on the door. Natsuko had been a little reluctant to visit this one, due to the trash bags overflowing just outside the front door, but she’s not going to rest until-
“Hullo? You, uh… oh, you’re the new neighbour, right? The name’s Garrett.”
Standing in the doorway looking down at her is a tall, stocky, middle-aged man, wearing a grubby shirt. And only that. Despite her preference for women, Natsuko can’t stop herself from tracking her eyes down his hairy chest, away from the smirk on his stubbly face, and towards a fat, flaccid cock. It’s far larger than any other she’s seen before, veiny and wrinkled, with a thick forest of messy pubic hair around the base, as well as a heavy pair of testicles.
“Heh~… and you are?”
Jerking her eyes back up to meet his own, Natsuko blushes as she realises that she’d been caught staring. Perhaps most disconcerting is that Garret’s penis is glistening, with a thick droplet of semen dangling from the tip. She can’t see or hear anybody else behind him, in a messy apartment that’s the same general shape as her own, although an unpleasant scent wafts out around the man.
“Ah, s-sorry sir! I’m, uh… my name’s Natsuko, I moved into the area for… for college, and um… did you happen to receive a… a parcel for me…?”
Trying to put on a brave face, and get this interaction over and done with so she can keep looking for Hester’s present, Natsuko is surprised when he seems to know what she’s talking about.
“Ohhhh! Yeah, it prob’ly was meant for you. It’s just, the label was so blurred, an’ I didn’t recognise yer name, so… well, I took a look at it. Lemme go an’ grab that for ya…”
“Thank you! Then I’ll, um… l-leave you to it.”
Directing her attention over to his kitchen table, Natsuko can indeed see an opened cardboard box full of polystyrene packaging, with a waterlogged label on the front – in Hester’s handwriting. Breathing a sigh of relief, even if it’s annoying that the present got delivered to the wrong address, and then messed with by the recipient, Natsuko isn’t prepared for what Garrett has to show her. Returning from the other side of his couch, in the man’s hand is a shiny pink cylinder. At the end of which, inside a glowing pink ring, is a distressingly familiar pussy.
Hester’s pussy, protruding through some kind of arcane portal, with a viscous glob of cum oozing out of her. Which means that Garrett must have just finished… using her?! Putting a hand to her mouth in shock, Natsuko can’t help but imagine her girlfriend’s pussy being penetrated by this gross slob, thoughtlessly stealing her virginity, and then dumping his load inside of her. Unprotected!
“Y-you… did you just… that’s Hester, my girlfriend. You h-had sex with her!? Give that back!”
There’s a faint answering throb inside her own panties, but purely from the sight of Hester’s gorgeous genitals, and nothing to do with how they were sullied by this overweight bastard. Even worse, Garrett’s eyes seem to light up as he hears about Natsuko’s relation to the girl on the other end of the portal, and he moves the device away from her grasping hands when she reaches for it. Wagging a finger patronisingly, he then directs her attention to the arcane aura identification engraved along the base.
“Ah, ah, ahhh~! This thingy here is mine, see? And besides, I wouldn’t say I had sex wi’ her. I just… ehhh… used her pussy ta jerk off.”
Which to Natsuko, sounds even worse. But she does pause her attempts to grab the device, as she takes a closer look at the weird symbols – she’s also not the most magic-savvy of people, but knows enough to recognise them as a genuine mark of ownership. And they’re not her set of unique symbols. As tears start to well up in her eyes, especially when she processes how lovely of a present it would’ve been to receive, she tries to appeal to Garrett’s better nature.
“Th-this isn’t right! It’s… it’s theft! I’ll call the police, and… ugh. Just give it back, please?”
Unfortunately, Garrett doesn’t seem to have much of one, and just shrugs his shoulders in response to Natsuko’s pleading. She knows enough about arcane law to be sure that both of these portals are currently his property – which means there’s nothing she can legally do to take them from him. Hester might be able to sort something out on her end, but it’s still not a situation she wants to leave her girlfriend’s pussy in. As she despairs, her breath quickening, Garrett flashes her another seedy smile, stepping close enough to put a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey now, don’t cry… I ain’t heartless. I’m gonna keep fuckin’ yer li’l girlfriend’s cunt, no matter what. But if you show up this time tomorrow, lookin’ a bit… hotter…. maybe you could persuade me to wear a condom next time!”
Natsuko freezes, as the implication sinks into her mind. If Garrett intends to keep ‘masturbating’ using her girlfriend’s pussy, then him not wearing a condom would be pretty bad. She’s pretty sure that Hester’s on birth control, seeing as they were going to have sex together, but that’s never one hundred percent effective. And besides, the thought of this jerk getting to creampie her any time he wants, and leaving Hester to deal with the mess, is just gross.
Her anger thawing, and giving way to fear instead, Garrett’s smile widens as he sees her shoulders sink in reluctant acceptance. She doesn’t need to say anything for him to know that Natsuko will be turning up at his door again tomorrow.
“O’ course… there’s no need ta tell your girlfriend about this, hmm? Wouldn’t want her to worry about you, or anythin’.”
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As the dejected Natsuko leaves his apartment, almost in flight, Garrett feels pretty satisfied with how he handled that. Obviously, he wasn’t about to give up this new toy without a fight, and the fact that his unique aura identifier got inscribed onto the portal devices serves him very well indeed. Even if Natsuko, or even her girlfriend on the other end, do call the police, there’s no way they’ll take his property. Most likely, they’d call it a civil matter, and tell them to work it out amongst themselves.
He'll need to work something out for the long term, but for now… he closes the lid on Hester’s cum-stuffed pussy and picks up the second device. Metallic blue with silver highlights, contrasting with the crotch-portal’s pink and gold scheme, he twists it open – and sure enough, a dark-skinned mouth and chin appear in the gap. Right away, Hester’s lips twist into a snarl, and she lets loose a stream of invective.
“You bastard! What the fuck made you think you could do that to me?! I’m not just some toy for you to play with! You didn’t even use protection!”
Taking his seat again, into the indent on the couch, Garrett lets Hester rant for a little bit, staying quiet. Then, when she takes a pause to breath, he lifts up his wet, jizz-leaking cock, and slaps it down over the opening of the portal, draping it over Hester’s mouth. Recoiling at the unmistakeable sensation, even if she can’t see through to Garrett’s apartment, Hester’s mouth ineffectually tries to squirm away from it.
“Hallo there, Hester. The name’s Garrett. I just had a… lovely chat wi’ your girlfriend, y’know. Very illuminatin’!”
It seems that the portal is close enough to Hester’s ears that she can hear some of what’s happening on the other side while it’s open, as she stays quiet while Garrett is speaking. Pursing her lips angrily at the mention of Natsuko, she takes a shuddering cum-scented breath before continuing. Because even if she didn’t think about the possibility when she was signing all those forms, she also knows what Garrett and Natsuko have worked out – the portals are his now, and that includes access to whatever’s on the other side. Which means she needs to at least attempt to play nice.
“Look… leave her out of it, okay? Please? I’m gonna get these damn portals turned off, then I’ll… ugh… then we can forget all about it. What did you two talk about?”
Hester can’t see the smile which spreads on Garrett’s lips, as the girl falls for his bait. Despite some shortcomings in other areas, he happens to be quite a devious man, and a plan was already forming in his mind, for how to get as much as he can out of these portals. While he doubts that he’ll be able to keep them indefinitely, that’s no reason not to exploit them as much as possible while he has the chance, seeing as he currently holds all the power.
“Oh, nothin’ much! Although… she did offer to do some things for me. Poor girl seemed concerned ‘bout me not usin’ a rubber. I told her I’d think about it, but-“
“H-hey, what?! You can’t… she’s got nothing to do with this. If you start using a condom, then… then I’ll…”
She swallows heavily, not entirely sure what to offer. It’s horrible to even be considering submitting to this pervert, but the alternative is letting him exploit Natsuko, because she knows how much her girlfriend would do for her. Because she would do the same. And if it manages to keep him from fucking her unprotected, then it’s all the more reason to play along until she can sever the connection.
“Don’ worry, Hester. We’ll work out some way for you ta make it worth my while. Why don’t you start by cleanin’ me off, huh? Your sloppy cunt left quite a mess on my cock!”
Pushing down her desire to swear at Garrett, and tell him where he can stick his nasty schlong, Hester knows that she needs to remember where he actually can stick it. While it doesn’t quite feel like rape, the distance from the portal causing some measure of emotional disconnect, she still feels everything – even if the protective enchantments should prevent anything damaging being done. In either direction, which does remove ‘biting his dick off’ as an option. So, she opens her lips wider and rolls out her tongue, allowing Garrett to press the tip of his cum-smeared cock into her mouth.
“Tha’s a good girl. And make sure not to tell Natsuko ‘bout our arrangement, yeah? Otherwise, I’m sure she’ll be back again, wanting to sacrifice herself for ya…”
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That evening, Natsuko is laid out in bed with her phone to her ear, trying to get comfortable despite the unpleasant business with her new neighbour. Hester’s been at work most of the afternoon, so until now she hasn’t been able to talk to her about what happened. Looking down at herself, a loose tank top covers her slight chest, and a pair of soft cotton panties cups her bulge. While her dick certainly not as large as Garrett’s, she had been excited to have her first time with Hester, in part because of how much her girlfriend accepts her for who she is.
“I hope you had a, um… peaceful time at work, dear!”
“Y-yes! I mean, it was as busy a night as it usually is, but… you know. Nothing happened with him. He spoke to me earlier, but wasn’t any help.”
Turning her attention back to the conversation, Natsuko is pleased to hear that Hester’s shift at the bar she works at wasn’t affected. Thankfully, it seems that he hasn’t use the Own-A-Hole devices again, apparently satisfied for the day. For a moment, the two of them pause, as if thinking about whether to say something – after all, Garrett had instructed each of them not to tell the other about his offer. But he’s almost a perfect stranger, and has already disrespected them and borderline raped Hester, so why would they listen to that?
“Hester, did… Garrett say anything weird to you? Because he made this offer to me about… um… wearing a condom next time he… does you, and he told me not to tell you-“
“Oh… oh! You don’t need to worry about that, Natsuko! Seriously, it’s fine. He made a similar offer to me, but… but I told him off! He won’t be any trouble.”
Natsuko breathes a sigh of relief, as she didn’t want to keep anything from her girlfriend… although a stray thought does niggle at her. Is he only promising to behave because she agreed to go and see him again? Maybe she’ll pay a visit and confirm that in the morning. On the other side of the line, Hester is having similar thoughts – that Garrett is only saying that he’ll use a condom because she said that she would cooperate with him.
“He said he’ll use protection? Th-that’s good! Well, I mean… not good, but better than… you know…”
Despite attempting to be honest with each other, there’s still some doubt about Garrett’s intentions, as they each privately decide to give the man what he wants, to ensure his compliance. Perhaps if Natsuko and Hester weren’t so willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the other, they might have realised that he plans on double-dipping… but instead, they just feel like they’re doing what needs to be done.
“It is good! Which means you don’t need to have anything more to do with that bastard. Okay? I’ll visit Own-A-Hole again tomorrow to get it all sorted out, and everything will be back to normal before you know it.”
Hester’s reassurance soothes Natsuko’s anxieties, especially knowing that she’ll also be working to get the portals back, or at least turned off. That hopefully won’t take long, at which point they can put all this behind them, and finally share their first time together. But until then… she needs to think about what to wear for Garrett…
Chapter 2: A Bird in the Hand
Notes:
I've been writing and posting my stories for quite a while - and I've decided to share some of them on AO3 as well, in case it brings in a wider audience! Which means you can check out more of my smut, which includes games and comics, at my Hentai Foundry page, but I'll also be tweeting out chapter updates at my Twitter account.
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“Hehe~… it’s… it’s a li’l weird seeing you in a dress… hic~… with makeup on…”
Stumbling back home, Hester Edwards and Natsuko Wada have just spent an enjoyable night at their high school’s prom. Both of them are adults now, so they managed to get a little tipsy, dancing to bad music and spending some quality time with all their friends. Even though they only started dating a couple of weeks ago, nobody is especially surprised by that development in their long, close friendship – especially now that Natsuko is more confidently living as herself.
“Shut iiiiit! You know my mom likes me to dress up all girly for things like this. At least she d-didn’t… hic~… make me sh-shave my legs. As soon as I graduate, I’m… mmmn~… I’m buzzing my hair short!”
The two of them try to sneak up to Natsuko’s bedroom, and if anyone hears them arrive, they don’t let on. With the door shut behind them, and only a desk lamp to light the room, they share another kiss, shy and giggly, a little awkward around Nat’s braces. Wandering hands brush up reverently against Hester’s toned abs, while Natsuko lets out a high-pitched gasp as her girlfriend gives her butt a squeeze. Still excited from the party, Natsuko doesn’t resist as Hester starts to strip her down, first pulling off her frilly yellow prom dress, and helping her out of her short heels. Next, Hester removes Natsuko’s lacy white panties, matching her bra… and the girl’s erection pops free, as she slumps back to sit on the edge of her bed.
“AH~! I know that… mmmn… th-that you’re not interested in boys, but… is it okay that I… I’ve g-got a…”
Natsuko’s circumcised member throbs in the dim light of the room, smooth and pink, with a small pair of hairless testicles nestled in close. It’s not particularly long, almost reaching three inches when hard, but the warm smile on Hester’s face makes it clear that she doesn’t mind the size (or indeed, the presence) of her girlfriend’s penis.
“Well… hehe~… it’s a g-good thing you’re not a boy then, isn’t it? And I think you’re cute down there!”
Sitting down on the bed beside Natsuko, Hester traces a hand up her thigh, circling in towards Natsuko’s twitching dick. A bead of watery precum forms at the tip, slowly starting to trickle down the length, Natsuko’s arousal more than obvious. Hester’s taking her time though, clearly enjoying herself as she gently teases her girlfriend. There’s a giddy smile on Natsuko’s lips, and her breathing starts to quicken – they’ve never gone this far before! Is she… are they going to…
“Mmm-hmm! I’ve… g-got some, um… some c-condoms in a drawer, should I…?”
Hester nods, her smile only widening, but she doesn’t move just yet. Instead, her hand finally traces straight down Natsuko’s belly, then her fingers hesitantly wrap around her shaft. Neither of them are very experienced, and it’s clear that Hester only knows the general theory behind pleasuring a cock, but she’s clearly invested in making Natsuko feel good. Using the leaked precum as lube, she starts to rub her hand up and down, forming a circle around Nat’s shaft with her thumb and forefinger.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you honey…? You want us to… mmmn~… have our f-first time together?”
“Uh-huh~… ahhhn~… w-wait, Hester… slow… nnnh~… please, I’m g-gonna…”
It’s barely been thirty seconds so far, but whether it’s due to the excitement of the situation, or the wine spritzers she had at the party, Natsuko’s hips are already squirming. Breathy gasps leave her mouth as her hands dig into the mattress cover, but she can’t seem to bring herself to actually ask Hester to stop what she’s doing. And as a sensation starts to build up in her crotch, much sooner than she’d like, Natsuko is too slow to stop what’s about to happen.
“J-just making sure that you’re nice and ready for-“
“Mmmf~!”
Natsuko’s balls clench, and her cock twitches, as a thin stream of cum spurts weakly from the tip of her penis. The almost clear jism doesn’t go very far, just dribbling and pooling onto her abdomen, and Hester pulls her hand away with a slightly surprised gasp. A couple more dribbles follow, but Natsuko’s cock is already softening, and it seems unlikely that she’s going to get hard again tonight.
“Oh! S-sorry Nat, I… um… you were so quick, I… I mean, it’s flattering! It’s totally okay honey, don’t worry!”
Leaning in to give Natsuko a kiss, Hester is quick to reassure her girlfriend that her ejaculation… even if a little bit premature… was just flattering. The two of them clean up after that, the mood dampened a little, but not ruined. Softening, perhaps, as they cuddle up in bed instead of any more sexual activities. They’ll have plenty of time for that at college, and they’re not going to let anything come between them.
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“Finally here, eh? Issa ’bout time! I was almost gonna get started without ya. And you look… not bad, I s’pose. It’s a start!”
Standing at the doorway to her neighbour’s apartment, a couple months after that night at prom, Natsuko glares up at the jerk who took her girlfriend’s virginity. She even dressed up for him, taking a couple of hours to put on some makeup, curl her hair, and put together a cute outfit – a pink crop top, with a retro black and white jacket on top, paired with a yellow tartan miniskirt and some lacy white stockings, as well as a pair of black leather heels. The kind of outfit she’d much rather be wearing on a date with Hester, but the alternative is unthinkable. Garrett has already dumped one unprotected creampie into her beloved, and even that is far too many for her liking, especially from this nasty slob.
“Hmph. You’ve got some c-condoms, then?”
Garrett smirks down at her for another long moment, stroking the stubble on his chin, as if inspecting the girl at his threshold. At least he seems to be keeping his word; Natsuko and Hester had a chat this morning, and Nat’s girlfriend confirmed that he hadn’t used her again. Neither of them let on that they were both doing something to ensure that stayed the case, though, out of concern for each other.
“Yeah, I got some rubbers. Now c’mon in! I ain’t got all day, an’ I gotta bust a nut.”
As he moves out of her way, Natsuko steps into Garrett’s abode, still just as untidy as the day before. At least the man himself is wearing pants today, pyjama bottoms with a grubby vest on top, even if it smells like he hasn't bathed himself. Falling in beside her, Garrett wraps an arm over Natsuko’s shoulders, and though she cringes at his touch, she doesn’t snap at him. Reaching into his pocket, Garrett then pulls out a small square of garish pink plastic, with the distinctive circular bulge of a condom wrapper.
“Now c’mon, don’t pout! The quicker you get this on my cock, the quicker you’ll be outta here.”
It’s annoying how sound that logic is, but Natsuko is still far from eager to do anything with this odious man’s genitals. All the same, she lets him guide her over to the couch, to the same indent he was slumped into when first using Hester’s virginal pussy. The blue cylinder containing her mouth is discarded on his kitchen table, but the pink one is sitting there ready, if currently closed. Dropping his pants to reveal his thick, veiny schlong, Garrett takes a seat – then reaches over to a side table, and grabs a little blue tablet from a squat plastic bottle, swallowing it with a swig of beer.
“Hey! What did you just… um… h-hold on, how is that…?”
Before Natsuko’s eyes, his cock immediately starts to engorge, throbbing and pulsing in time with Garrett’s heart rate. His shaft doesn’t really get bigger, aside from the usual swelling from an erection, but it definitely seems like he’s taking some kind of sexual performance enhancer.
“Don’ worry about it. Doctor gave ‘em to me, but… between you an’ me, I don’ think I really needed ‘em. Hah! Anyway, you open the condom, an’ I’ll get yer girlfriend’s pretty li’l cunt ready so’s I can jerk off.”
Passing the pink wrapper to Natsuko as she slips out of her jacket, she feels a little sick as Garrett twists open the top of the pink cylinder – activating a portal, which connects that circular hole with a matching one around Hester’s pussy. The arcane folding of spacetime itself, thoughtlessly utilised as nothing more than a masturbation aid. Flicking off the cap of a different, smaller tube, he then points Hester’s opening upwards, and squeezes a generous dollop of lube onto her dry, tight hole, before callously rubbing it in with his fingers.
“C’mon, chop chop! If you ain’t got that thing on my cock in five minutes, I’ll jus’ go in raw again.”
With the condom now in her hand, Natsuko can read the packaging – and it’s not very reassuring. ‘Daddy’s Cumdump’ it calls itself, in swirling cursive font, with a heart instead of an apostrophe. Extra Large, of course, but it’s also labelled as Aphrodisiac, Ultra Thin, and… Preservative? Also marked as ‘An E-Z-Bim Product’, not a company that Natsuko recognises, it seems to be the only brand of condom that Garrett picked up. So, unless she wants Garrett to follow through on his threat, it’ll have to do. Except-
“I’m not sure that this brand is… hang on, you w-want me to put the condom on?!”
Garrett looks up at her with a smirk, then just arrogantly shrugs his shoulders. He’s got all the power in this situation, at least until Hester sorts out the mix-up with the Own-A-Hole company, so Natsuko is forced to play along. Lifting one knee up onto the couch, she tears open the condom to reveal some more pink plastic, covered in some thick lube of its own. Then leaning down, Natsuko shudders in disgust as she rolls the slimy plastic down Garrett’s oversized shaft. Much larger than her own, with a condom sized to fit, she can’t help but compare them. When it finally reaches the base, nestled amongst his overgrown thatch of wiry pubes, she shudders and pulls away.
“There! You happy now?! I can… can be done with this, and you can have your perverted fun.”
“Hmm~… well, I dunno if you’re done just yet. I was wonderin’… if you wanted to do the honours yourself? I’m sure Hester would feel better if you were doing it, anyway!”
Then he holds his hand out, offering Natsuko his enchanted onahole.
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On her way home from the gym, where she spends most mornings, Hester stops off at a familiar location. The Own-A-Hole clinic which magically installed the portals into her body, though they can only be seen while they’re active, is her best bet to get them deactivated. Or perhaps transferred to different sleeves… after all, Hester hasn't completely soured on the idea of Natsuko handling them, even if her first attempt went awry.
Which is why she's here to try and fix it. Their phone line was useless, just an automated message telling her to check out their website, and the website only had adverts, and the option to book for installation of more of the damn things. As well as a small warning about making sure that the OAH devices are given to the correct person…
“Good morning! You've been here before, right? It was… Hester!”
Hester nods tersely in response to the friendly receptionist, a tall girl still dressed in grey scrubs, with a different face mask to last time. Forcing a smile, Hester steps up to the counter, as her heart speeds up a little. Fidgeting a little with the chain necklace she always wears, the only jewellery she ever likes to put on, she cuts right to the point of her visit.
“Hi. Yes. I'm here to… ahem… I need to deactivate a set of portals? Immediately.”
The woman’s brow steeples in concern, and she turns to look at her computer, but she also thankfully nods her head. It seems like a normal request for Own-A-Hole to deal with, and Hester immediately relaxes. While yesterday was simply awful, and she was forced to agree to service that bastard orally in exchange for him wearing a condom ‘next time’, that can all be averted here and now.
“Well sure! An emergency disconnection costs $54.99 plus tax, per portal. Are you the registered device owner?”
Despite the steep price, Hester feels a flood of relief – but that feeling is short-lived, as she thinks back to the forms, waivers, and releases that she had to sign before the portals were keyed to her magical signature. Licking her lips nervously, she stammers a little as she tries to get around this bureaucratic hurdle. They’re attached to her! Surely that has to mean that she can disconnect them as well, right?
“Um… I… I don’t think th-that has anything to do with-“
“Let me look it up for you! Hmm… it looks like you just need Mr. Garrett Wade to come here and request the disconnect, then you're all set. Can I help you with anything else?”
Shifting in place, Hester fidgets with a sleeve of her hoodie, getting more agitated by how the receptionist doesn’t seem to be understanding her. How can it be okay for them to allow a man to own access to her private parts, as if her pussy was his private property, free for him to use at his pleasure? Hester knows that it was her mistake that ended up with them in Garrett’s possession, but that doesn’t do anything to improve her mood.
“You don't get it - he's the wrong person! He shouldn't have them, but he won’t give them back to me. Well, to my girlfriend, who is meant to have them. I’ve half a mind to take the train down and just… just force him to hand them over!”
The woman grows noticeably colder as Hester makes that last suggestion, her eyes narrowing and her shoulders tensing. For a long moment, she doesn’t quite seem to know what to do, meeting Hester’s frustrated, pleading gaze with an inscrutable look of her own. But she eventually nods in understanding.
“Oh, we don't condone theft here, Ms. Edwards.”
“Phew… so, if you can just-“
“And taking the devices away from Mr. Wade like that would be theft, so I strongly advise against it. I suppose… if you feel like he dishonestly gained possession, then… I could book an arbitration hearing?”
For what feels like the third time in a day, Hester sags as if the wind is knocked out of her, that same tension returning to her gut. She’d tried running it off at the gym, but she kept feeling phantom sensations, almost as if the portal was being opened between her legs. Even now, there’s a chill breeze between her legs, as well as… a bright pink glow, shining through her sweatpants? Then a glob of something cold and wet lands between her pussy lips, quickly followed by a thick finger running between them.
“Shit! He… he’s just activated the fucking thing, and… and you’re just going to watch?! I’m a lesbian, for crying out loud! Why would I have given them to… nnngh~… t-to a man?”
Leaning against the edge of the counter, Hester knows what’s coming as Garrett lubes her up, rudely exploring her hole with his grubby digits, pressing two fingers into her tight opening to try and loosen her up. Hester clenches to try and resist him, of course, but she has an unfortunate suspicion that he likes that part of it. It takes him a minute or two to prep her for penetration, and then there’s an odd feeling of motion in her crotch, before something thicker is pressing against her hole – although at least he seems to be wearing a condom this time, a wafer-thin layer of cool rubber between her pussy and his shaft.
“Hnngh~! H-he’s going to… to violate me!”
Slowly, inexorably, the girthy cock splits her folds, inch after inch sinking into her pussy, despite her spirited resistance. And weirdly, the slick shaft seems to be spreading a warmth inside of her, a shameful feeling of arousal building in her loins. Hester's face flushes and her breathing quickens, despite the fact that she despises the man on the other end of the portal – and men in general, in fact. She's never been turned on by one before, so… why is her body betraying her like this…?
The penetration seems slower, more hesitant than the day before, but that just has the effect of making Hester more acutely aware of each revolting inch that stretches her open. Eventually, after four or five inches bottom out inside her cunt (though Hester suspects he has more…), the schlong starts to pull back again, dragging a shameful whimper of pleasure with it.
“Ahhn~! N-no, please, I… mmmf~… I swear I’m n-not enjoying this!”
Hester can feel her pussy juicing up in response to the unwanted arousal, and her nipples stiffening under her sports bra, while the shaft rubs up against her engorged clit. Up and down, in and out, the pace gradually increases, slowly building up a rising tide of erotic excitement in Hester’s core. Try as she might to resist, she’s pretty certain that this man’s vile prick is going to make her cum.
“Mmm-hmm, Ms. Edwards. I’ll just book that arbitration in for you, okay?”
The only response she receives is a terse nod, and a slightly moaned ‘uh-huh’, as Hester focuses her energy on resisting the cock fucking her from another city entirely. It's a slight relief that he won't be depositing his viscous, nasty spunk inside of her this time – that was gross to clean out, not to mention the obvious issue. But it does mean she'll need to hold up her end of the bargain later on, and that he's going to keep on using her as little more than a masturbation aid…
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On the other side of the portal connecting Hester’s reproductive system to glorified sex toy, Natsuko cringes as she forces the thing further down Garrett’s cock. From behind, she might not be able to see the shaft penetrating her girlfriend, but the sloppy squishing sound is lewd enough for her to know exactly what’s happening.
“You sure yer girlfriend’s a dyke? Nnngh~… from how much she’s squeezin’ her cunt, she certainly seems ta like my cock!”
Try as she might to block out Garrett’s degrading commentary, laden with casual slurs and misogynistic insults, Natsuko can’t help but notice what he’s pointing out. Along with the thick, aphrodisiac lube on the condom, Hester is unmistakably growing aroused, her own wetness running down the rubber-clad shaft. And Natsuko can only imagine what it feels like to have her girlfriend’s pussy clamping down like that, a sensation gifted to this nasty man instead of her.
With her own hands, Natsuko is violating Hester’s dignity, and though she’s trying to set a slower pace than Garrett would’ve, she’s not sure if dragging it out over a longer time is even any better. To make matters even worse, Natsuko can’t deny the fact that she’s getting aroused. Her penis strains against the inside of her panties, dwarfed by the fat slab of stinky, sweaty meat in front of her.
“G-Garrett, are you… ugh, are you nearly d-done? I can assure you that Hester is not enjoying this!”
Continuing to drag the opening of Hester’s pussy up and down Garrett’s schlong, even if only the top half can even fit, Natsuko is starting to rethink her desire to do this for her girlfriend’s sake. Maybe it would’ve been better just to let Garrett jerk off, get it over and done with? Those dick-pills he’s been taking certainly seem to have boosted his stamina, but from the low grunts he’s been making, and the gross throbbing coming from his hairy testicles, he seems to be nearly done.
“I don’ even know what yer girlfriend looks like… but I know what her pussy feels like. C’mon, now… mmmn~… I’m nearly there! Put some effort into it, eh?”
Garrett’s breathing quickens, as Natsuko wordlessly complies, shoving the portal down with more force, schlopping it quicker and rougher, until with a guttural grunt, the man finishes. At the same time, a splash of clear fluids coming from the onahole almost makes it seem like… Hester climaxed as well. Several thick spurts of ejaculate flow from Garrett’s cock into the pink condom as he empties his balls, only a wafer-thin membrane protecting Hester’s womb from another virile incursion.
Down below, Natsuko realises that her dick had sprung free of her panties at some point – creating a darker splotch at the front of her skirt, with a bead of watery precum soaking through the tented fabric, a shameful indication of how much this debauchery turned her on. Probably… probably just from the aphrodisiac lube that got on her fingers! She certainly doesn’t enjoy watching a gross man’s cock violate her girlfriend.
“Th-there! Done! I k-kept up my end of the bargain, and… and you’ll keep using condoms…”
Wanting to be done as soon as she can, Natsuko pulls the portal back up, although the prophylactic almost seems to want to be dragged with it. After a firmer tug, she’s forced to catch a veritable bubble of jizz which slops free from Hester’s hole, large enough to fit in her palm. Still warm from her girlfriend’s insides, the off-white fluid has a heavy, viscous consistency, almost like a thick gravy, with chunky flecks and stray pubic hairs floating around inside.
“Especially if… oh f-fuck… you dumped all of this inside of her!?”
Natsuko can hardly look away from the gross globule of backed-up semen in her palm, clearly enhanced by whatever Garrett has been taking – but even with those pills, it’s remarkably different from her own thin, almost transparent emissions. Gently squeezing the filled condom tip, Natsuko can’t help but imagine what would’ve happened if Garrett hadn’t been wearing this protection. Just like yesterday.
“Heh, yeah I did. But sluts like your girlfriend enjoy creampies. Makes their cunt wet, to be used for what they’re best at. Like how you Asian gals love submittin’ to men like me! So, it ain’t that big of a deal, right?”
Unable to even get started on tackling Garrett’s casual racism, paired with the misogyny that she’d already come to expect, Natsuko instead decides to focus on the more pressing topic of this man’s desire to engage in unprotected sex with her girlfriend. The fact that she currently is turned on has nothing to do with his assertions!
“Y-yes! It is a problem! Hester had to take a morning-after potion because of you, and… ahem~…”
She trails off after noticing a sudden look of interest on Garrett’s face, clearing her throat to try and get him to drop the subject. Regretfully handing the pink onahole containing Hester’s pussy back up towards the man, Natsuko releases the condom and stands up, smoothing out her skirt to try and hide her erection. Unfortunately, Garrett’s interest does not decrease, and he happily continues to question the embarrassed girl in front of him.
“Wait, you sayin’ she’s not on birth control? I could’a actually knocked her up?!”
“Um… I thought she was! But… she says it interferes w-with her workouts? Anyway, that’s just more reason for you to keep using contraception!”
Garrett nods thoughtfully, although the contented smile doesn’t leave his face. Reaching down to his crotch, he pulls the flexible rubber condom off his shaft, the gelatinous contents undulating in the air as he ties it off. With the full load of his ejaculate sealed away, Garrett puts the condom to one side, surprisingly carefully. Almost like he plans to keep the thing…
“Yeah, don’ worry, I’ll keep wearin’ a rubber - so long as you keep doin’ what I tells ya, but that seems to come pretty naturally for you. I’ll see ya tomorrow, Natsuko!”
She bristles in response to the casually racist assumption that she’ll obey him, but now that Garrett knows how much leverage him wearing a condom actually is, Natsuko reluctantly keeps her mouth shut. Morning-after potions can only be taken so many times before they start to lose their effectiveness, and while he likely doesn’t care whether Hester gets impregnated or not, she certainly does. Hopefully it’s nothing more strenuous than some laundry, or a few home-cooked meals.
For now, Natsuko takes the opportunity to retreat, and just hopes that Hester had some luck at the Own-A-Hole clinic today. And if she hasn’t, she’ll just have to continue protecting Hester from Garrett’s worst impulses.
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The cheesy sports bar in which Hester works isn't exactly her top choice for employment, especially considering its predominantly male clientele, but the work itself isn't too difficult. Pouring pints and mopping floors, mostly – not all that different to how a bar would've been before magic was revealed to the world in the 80’s. Hester's never been especially connected to that part of life, and magic has been around since before she was born, so marvels beyond the realm of science are just normal to her.
She’s still surprised when the portal in front of her mouth activates in the middle of her shift. Thankfully, having considered this possibility and inspired by the uncooperative receptionist at the Own-A-Hole clinic, she decided to wear a face mask of her own. Which means the only outward sign of the portal opening is a faint glowing ring filtering through the mask and reflected onto her cheeks, along with a cylindrical bulge in the fabric covering her mouth.
“Hey! I'm at work, you arsehole! So don’t you da-mmphgh!”
Hester’s complaint, inaudible to the bar patrons, is swiftly cut off by something being shoved between her lips. Wet, slimy, and with a distinctly salty taste, Hester doesn’t need to be a genius to realise that Garrett wants his dick sucked. Recoiling a little, and suppressing the disgust that threatens to rise up from her belly, Hester instinctively tries to bite down – but the magic of the portal prevents harm being done through it, blunting the edge of her teeth with an arcane shield.
She chokes again when Garrett pushes even deeper, not even deigning to speak to her as he tries to get her to service his shaft. Remembering the agreement that they came to regarding his use of the portals, and that he kept his word by using a condom earlier in the day, Hester begrudgingly starts to suck. Despite still being at work, and unable to talk to customers, she does her best to keep serving beer while giving a rather inept blowjob.
Even so, Hester doesn’t shirk her task, knowing that if she doesn’t do this for Garrett, then he may well extend his depredations toward Natsuko as well. And she certainly can’t allow that to happen!
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A couple of hundred miles away, Garrett is reclining in bed as Hester’s tongue hesitantly probes his uncut glans, though she doesn't go so far as to delve beneath his foreskin. It's a shame, as he’s pretty sure it needs a wash, and he can't be bothered to do it himself – but it can wait until she's ready to give his cock a proper polish. For now, he contents himself with the feeling of her tongue swirling around the dried cum from earlier in the day, and the knowledge that this girl would much rather be doing this to her girlfriend. While he didn’t let on that he’d noticed, that Natsuko girl definitely has a prick, and probably a pretty small one.
“Mmmmn~… y’know, you really aren't great at this… which tracks, for a lesbian. Prob’ly ain’t handled many proper cocks. But hey, that’ll jus’ makes it all the more satisfyin’ once you get some practice!”
It's the forbidden fruit that Garrett enjoys – more than the physical sensations of her underwhelming pussy and lacklustre oral skills, he revels in the power he holds over someone with a partner of their own. Letting out another mild grunt as his cock reaches the back of Hester’s throat, she chokes enough that he can't push any deeper. Barely three inches of his cock is wetted by her tongue, a truly disappointing display, and deserving of a slap if she was actually there in front of him. Well, maybe he cares a little about the physical sensations.
“C’mon, put some effort in! Nngh… unless you’d rather I used yer mouth as a urinal instead, hmm?”
Glancing over at his laptop, sat on the bed beside him and lighting his face, he absently continues to slide Hester’s mouth up and down the tip of his shaft. She's getting a little better at actually applying suction, but he figures that he'll need to do more to keep this power over her. Already, the Own-A-Hole company has contacted him regarding arbitration, which is a pain, and could lose him these new toys… but he can delay that for a short while, until he can set some other plans in motion.
Speeding up a little more, with some assistance from his hand jerking the base of his cock, Garrett finally cums, not caring about where Hester might be at the moment – although he suspects that she's at work. Well, he never said he would use condoms in her mouth, so this load splatters all over Hester’s tongue, dribbling down her chin as it overflows. Paired with the fun he had with Natsuko earlier, Garrett is pretty pleased with the backhanded agreements he made with the two girls, even if it means wearing a rubber.
“Ahhhn~… least I can still get ya to taste my jizz! Now, make sure to swallow before I close the portal, okay?”
Hester’s mouth twists into a snarl, despite still being open, as if to show off the viscous ejaculate smothering her taste buds. It probably tastes pretty vile, going by the colour and texture, but she still reluctantly starts to swallow his potent nut-sludge. Nodding in satisfaction as his cock finally softens, Garrett turns his attention again to the laptop beside him, and a website he's found – tracked from the packaging of those lovely pink condoms he bought.
They were apparently made by a company identifying itself as E-Z-Bim. A partner to Own-A-Hole in some capacity, it advertises a pretty steep discount on services to portal-connected orifices. Just like the resistant mouth in his palm, reluctantly choking down his cum, or the cunt over on his coffee table, which can't even fit half of cock! So, even if he’s currently enjoying the novelty of screwing a lesbian, while also teasing that cute Asian neighbour of his, Garrett is already considering ways to make his situation even sweeter.
Maybe he can get Natsuko to clean up his apartment? She would look good in a maid outfit, especially if he can coerce her into speaking in a degrading accent. And he’s got plenty of ideas for how he can improve Hester’s holes… starting with a message to this E-Z-Bim company, in order to book an appointment.
Chapter 3: Curiosity Killed the Cat...
Notes:
I've been writing and posting my stories for quite a while - and I've decided to share some of them on AO3 as well, in case it brings in a wider audience! Which means you can check out more of my smut, which includes games and comics, at my Hentai Foundry page, but I'll also be tweeting out chapter updates at my Twitter account.
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Even though it took them a little over a week, Own-A-Hole finally organised a date for the emergency arbitration meeting regarding the ownership of the portals connected to Hester’s orifices. During that time, not wanting to take any risks when it comes to her girlfriend, Natsuko continued to dutifully visit Garrett. Upholding her end of the bargain, unaware that Hester had a similar agreement, was unpleasant, but… it fell into an awkward familiarity.
At least, until Garrett declared that he was going to head out to check on some ‘business’. Natsuko doubts he actually does any honest work, most likely getting by on an inheritance, or scrounging off relatives. The man certainly seems to have plenty of time to waste tormenting Natsuko, by forcing her to shove his cock inside her girlfriend’s lesbian holes. If anything, she would guess that he’s going to the pub, or to buy more of those nasty pink condoms. He's kept the filled ones, after all.
“Ohhhh, no,” Natsuko says, shaking her head fiercely. “Nuh-uh! No way am I going to wear… that.”
Garrett raises an eyebrow in response, clearly not liking her tone, and Natsuko looks away guiltily. The arbitration session is in two days’ time, and Hester’s arriving tomorrow to stay with her – something that would’ve been far more exciting without her neighbour looming over their relationship. Still, a potential end to the situation is in sight, and it wouldn’t do to fall at the last hurdle.
“Look, Nat – I’ve been reeeeeal nice so far,” Garrett says, though Natsuko would probably disagree. “I’ve been wearin’ a rubber, lettin’ you do the fucking nice an’ gentle, and not botherin’ her mouth. I even gave your girl’s cunt a couple days off for her period!”
Natsuko clenches her fists, looking away from Garrett’s expression of mock offence. Admittedly, he hasn’t been quite as nasty as he could’ve been, pushing them just far enough that they won’t completely resist him, while still getting plenty of enjoyment out of the situation. That means she doesn’t notice the mild smirk tugging at her tormentor’s lips – one of those concessions had been an outright lie, because he’d been receiving plenty of awkward, reluctant blowjobs from Hester in the evenings. If Natsuko is unaware of that, it means his plan to ‘double dip’ with both members of the gay couple is still a secret.
“So, what’s wrong with asking you to clean up a little while I’m out?”
“I don’t mind that part... much,” Natsuko says, wetting her lips. “And I know what I’m getting in exchange. It’s just… do I have to wear that?!”
Looking down at the plastic-wrapped parcel in his hand, Garrett just shrugs, as if it’s no big deal. Even if he’s not going to be here to watch, wearing a pink maid outfit with frilly lace edges isn’t exactly nothing. But she also knows that he’s got her over a barrel, so after a long moment of pouty silence, she rolls her eyes.
“Fine. I’ll wear it. But I’ll only get changed once you’re gone, okay?”
That seems to be enough of a compromise for Garrett to accept, although he does comment that Natsuko had better be wearing it when he gets back. Cleaning the man’s apartment isn’t exactly how she wanted to spend her afternoon, but it’s better than sliding Hester’s pussy down over his fat, nasty shaft. So much larger than Natsuko’s own penis... not that size matters! Her girlfriend made it clear that, even if she’s a lesbian, she loves the person, not their genitals. And she has no interest in men, especially not misogynistic slobs like Garrett.
Putting such things out of her mind, Natsuko gets changed and then gets to work, starting by clearing up the discarded beer cans, empty takeaway containers, and dirty dishes. It feels particularly demeaning to be doing this while dressed up like this, a betrayal of her feminist ideals, but the stockings, heels, and lacy accessories are kinda cute. Maybe once this is all sorted out, she can wear it for Hester? And as she gathers up the dirty laundry scattered around the apartment, she notices that Garrett left behind Hester’s portals.
She’s going to see her girlfriend in person tomorrow, for the first time since Natsuko moved for college. She can wait that long, right? But as she continues to clean, Natsuko’s gaze can’t help but keep returning to the portals, left there in full view. Tempting her. Not to steal them, that would just cause more problems so close to the arbitration meeting, but maybe she could open them up and…
“Hey, arsehole! I’m still at work!” Hester shouts. “Turn this portal off, or I’ll… I’ll piss on your dick. And if you’re gonna fuck me, give me five minutes so I can go on break. I don’t wanna cum while I’m pouring a beer…”
Barely knowing what she’s doing, Natsuko is momentarily surprised when she unscrews the lid of the blue portal, connecting the tube in her hands with Hester’s yelling mouth. It’s an odd sensation to see an orifice that Hester controls much more consciously, unlike the involuntary moistening and squeezing that her pussy does.
“Woah, hey!” Natsuko says, reassuringly, as she places the basket of laundry down on the couch. “Hester, it’s, um… it’s me!”
Natsuko finds it weird to actually be speaking to Hester like this, her pretty mouth and sharp tongue transmitted through the arcane ether from the bar she works at, all the way to Garrett’s dingy apartment. It’s a relief that her girlfriend can’t see how she’s dressed for the man, but… there was something about what Hester said that was a little unexpected.
“Wait, you’ve actually been, uh… f-finishing?”
Hester pauses for a moment, as if processing that it’s Natsuko on the other end of the portal this time, and what she just said to her. Still, her mouth breaks into an excited smile, obviously relieved that it’s her girlfriend on the other end of the portal this time, instead of a gross, sexist, middle-aged man who only cares about shoving his cock in her.
“Nat, baby! It’s so good to hear you like this. And, um, d-don’t worry about that. Just once or twice, and… and it’s nothing compared to how you make me feel, honey! How did you…?”
Letting out a sigh of relief, implicitly trusting Hester’s account of how Garrett’s cock had been making her feel, Natsuko understands the unstated question. Of course, her girlfriend doesn’t know that she’s been… assisting the man with his perversions, dressing up nice and wanking Hester’s pussy portal up and down his aphrodisiac-condom clad shaft. But her actual reason for being in the apartment is harmless enough, so Natsuko doesn’t see any reason to lie.
“Oh, I’m helping him out around the house? Y’know, some laundry, tidying up. Nothing weird.”
She doesn’t tell the entire truth, but it’s enough that Hester doesn’t pry any further. Not when there’s something rather more exciting made possible by Natsuko being left alone with the Own-A-Hole devices.
“Okay, um… I tell you what,” Hester says, with a slightly shy, conspiratorial tone. “If you close the portal and give me a few minutes to tell my boss I’m going on break… uh… m-maybe we can finally have some fun?”
---
A few blocks down from the cheap apartment complex where Natsuko lives, the Prancing Bicorn Gentleman’s Club is currently being visited by its owner. He doesn’t come around often, and the club’s manager never likes to see him, but… he’s mostly pretty hands off, so she endures his presence. Even if Mr. Garrett Wade hasn’t been around much the last couple of weeks, to her relief, he can’t stay away for long.
“So, Siobhan… how’s my club been doin’?”
Leaning against the bar, watching one of her employees mop the dance-floor, Siobhan might have been wondering where she went wrong in life. She's a first-class graduate from business school, with a sharp mind for numbers – but she knows from experience that the only figures her boss cares about are the ones gyrating around poles. He gets his pay check every month, and pays an accountant to deal with the other stuff, so he only comes around when he wants to see the new talent. Or even worse, to offer ideas.
“Fine,” Siobhan replies tersely. “What are you up to, Mr. Wade?”
Like when he changed the unicorn in the club’s name to a bicorn because it's ‘twice as horny’. Or that time he tried to make an ‘oil party’ popular, only for all the girls to fall off the stripper poles. Perhaps most annoying of all is that the Prancing Bicorn is a good strip club, thanks mostly to Siobhan’s management. It’s safe, clean, and Garrett is happy to pay top dollar to get the hottest girls in the city. And if he occasionally watches their sets for free, well, he is the owner.
“Oh, not much. Just thinking,” Garrett says, pausing for a moment. “Got some ideas for new… attractions, but I wanna work on ‘em a li’l more before bringin’ ‘em round here.”
Of course, Siobhan doesn’t like the sound of that. Mostly, his suggestions are flash in the pan, spur of the moment ideas, unfeasible but ultimately harmless to spend a night trying out. But occasionally, he puts time and effort into something really perverted, and won’t let it fall by the wayside. It’s probably past time for his next idea, now that all the girls have grown accustomed to the personalised collars he ordered for them. Siobhan included. Or ‘Bitch’, as she’s known on-shift.
“Uh-huh. Well… just try and give me some warning, okay?”
Garrett shrugs his shoulders, which is probably the best that Siobhan can hope for. She still remembers the time he suggested turning the club into a brothel, with all of the girls offering services to customers – thankfully, she managed to talk him down before he mentioned it to any of the staff, not least because brothels aren’t even legal in this part of the country.
“Well, I’d better get goin’. Let’s just say I left something cooking at home. Keep up the good work, Siobhan – I might have a new employee for you pretty soon…”
---
Back at Garrett’s apartment, Natsuko is feeling better than she has in quite a while. That’s partly from getting to speak to Hester directly, without the detachment of a phone call (even if she could only see her mouth), and hearing Hester reassure her that she’s handling Garrett’s perversions. But more directly, she’s feeling good because that same mouth is currently wrapped around her cock, slurping and licking at her throbbing stiffy.
Despite the shameful arousal that Natsuko felt when on her knees between Garrett’s legs, she’s felt too guilty to masturbate. Which means it’s been almost two weeks since her last orgasm, and with two fingers knuckle-deep inside her girlfriend’s pussy, Natsuko is determined that they both enjoy this reprieve.
“Mmmmf~…” Natsuko gasps, unable to withhold her moans of pleasure. “Th-that feels so good, babe!”
Humming in distinct satisfaction, Hester’s efforts are a little disjointed, as Natsuko isn’t quite sure how to move the portal around. She’s certainly not going to treat it as roughly as Garrett would, though she’s trying not to think about the man, focusing instead on the feeling of Hester’s tongue swirling around her glans. And most of the rest of her cock, honestly – it’s not long enough for her to need to move up and down, or to threaten Hester’s throat, just barely reaching three inches when erect.
“Uhh-hnn,” Hester agrees, muffled by Natsuko’s weakly dribbling prick. “K-keep doin’ that… ahhn~… this is m-much better than… mmn…”
She doesn’t need to specify what, or who, this is better than. Natsuko’s fingers continue to curl into Hester’s dripping pussy, held in place by the heel of her hand. It feels odd for them both to be giving and receiving pleasure so indirectly, especially contrasted with what the portals have been used for so far, but it’s a glimpse into what they could’ve been enjoying, guilt-free, if the parcel had been delivered correctly.
Such a small mistake, with such a disastrous consequence, it’s something that the couple have been trying not to think about. Leaning her head against the couch, with her back to the door, Natsuko can feel the arousal swelling in her balls, smooth and pale like peeled lychee. Breathy gasps leave her throat as a powerful orgasm wells up, until-
“What’cha doin’, Natsuko?”
“AHHHN~!”
Garrett’s voice breaks into her distracted consciousness, startling her as she’s unable to back down from the impending climax. Schlicking her hand out of Hester’s pussy, and pulling her girlfriend’s mouth away from her twitching prick, a watery stream of jizz dribbles out of the tip and down her shaft. Completely unsatisfying, the orgasm is ruined by Garrett’s surprising appearance, and soured further by the way he looks down at her crotch almost… pityingly.
She knows that the man’s cock is bigger than hers, quite significantly so, and that he ejaculates more, and has more stamina, and has made Hester cum on at least one occasion, but… but it doesn’t mean he’s better than her!
“Nat? Are you, um… are y-you okay there?” Hester questions, speaking up after being abruptly removed from her girlfriend’s crotch. “And… did I hear Garrett…?”
The man chuckles, taking a moment to open a drawer at the side of the room, rooting around in the back for a moment before returning to Natsuko, still on the couch.
“Ya sure did, Hester!” Garrett says, with a clearly jovial tone. “But don’ you worry… I’ll make sure that Natsuko doesn’t abuse my property again.”
And in his hands, holding it up for Natsuko to see as he leans down towards her, is a faintly glowing pink orb. The material is thin and translucent, with an opening in one side ringed by a rubbery… seal? Raising an eyebrow, and gesturing to her humiliating outfit, Garrett makes it clear that he’s not about to betray Natsuko’s shame to her girlfriend. Pursing her lips, Natsuko reluctantly nods.
“Now then, let’s get my portals closed up, hmm?”
“W-wait a second, what are you-“
But Hester is cut off by the cap to the portal device being screwed back on, as Garrett plucks it from Natsuko’s hands. Squirming in place as she starts to get up, Garrett shakes his head and pushes her back down, setting the two portals to one side as he stands over Natsuko’s spread legs and softening shaft.
“I trusted you, Natsuko,” Garrett says. “And how do you repay that trust? By shoving that puny dicklet of yours into my holes!”
Looking down at the pink orb in his hand, he tosses it in the air, then catches it again, almost casually. But too casual, deliberately so, and Natsuko stays quiet. She knows that, at least for the moment, Garrett does own the portals connected to Hester’s orifices, and she technically broke the law by using them. Still, it’s hardly something that Garrett could go to the police for, and Natsuko is sure that Hester would defend her if he did, so…
“Well, I hope you enjoyed that piddly little orgasm, because it’s the last one yer gonna have for a while. Unless you feel like putting that puffy ass-pussy of yours to work! Hah!”
Garrett seems to find the situation funny, as Natsuko puzzles out what he means. The orb in his hands seems slightly pliable, and the opening flexes somewhat, almost like it’s designed to stretch over something…?
“Wha…? Nuh-uh!” Natsuko says, cringing internally as she hears the weakness of her denial. “You… you can’t force me to put that thing over my c-cock. I’ll… I’ll just leave!”
But Garrett still doesn’t move from in front of her. For a few long seconds, at least, before he steps to one side and shrugs his shoulders, giving Natsuko implied permission to leave unmolested. As she starts to stand, he smiles down at her again, continuing the feigned casualness.
“Sure, Natsuko. You can leave whenever ya want! Jus’ so long as you know that I’ll be in here, dumping my jizz into yer girlfriend’s unprotected cunt. Might even prop the portal up and leave it open for a few hours, to make sure my cum soaks in niiiice an’ deep.”
She freezes. Would he really…? Immediately, she knows that he would. After all, to her knowledge, its only her dressing up and handling the portal onahole for him that keeps Garrett wearing the condoms. The first time he used Hester’s pussy, without even knowing who she was, he gave her a creampie! So, if she walks away now…
“No reason I can’t keep her mouth portal open as well,” Garrett continues to nonchalantly suggest. “To make sure she don’t drink any more o’ those mornin’ after potions.”
“Okay! Okay, damn it…” Natsuko says, holding her hands up in resignation. “I guess I don’t have any choice, huh?”
And Garrett, smiling smugly as he sinks down to one knee, seems to agree with her.
---
The next day, Garrett informs Natusko that he’d once again be heading out on an important errand – and that this time, he’d be taking the portals with him. Generously, he even suggests that she wouldn’t need to visit him, not when Hester is due to arrive for her visit. Still rather pissed off with him, Natsuko still doesn’t chance any further retaliation, and just begrudgingly thanks him as he leaves. A short while later, Garrett arrives at a brightly lit hair salon, incongruously hidden away in a somewhat dingy alleyway.
“Hiya!”, a bouncy, high-pitched voice says in greeting. “You must be, umm… you like, had an appointment, right? Mister Wade?”
Approaching where he’d been waiting on a couch by the entrance is a gorgeous brunette with a golden tan, blonde ombre in her hair, and a skimpy, latex maid costume clinging to her curvy body. Her panties and bra are visible, also latex, with pink fishnets running down her toned legs into high-heeled boots. From her plumped pink lips, and the firmness of her breasts – no, her tits – it would be obvious that this woman has made use of E-Z-Bim’s services, even if you hadn’t heard her speak in the ditzy tone that confirms it.
“Yup, that’s me,” Garrett replies, making no attempt to hide how much he’s ogling her body.
In fact, he’s surprised that he’d never found this place before. E-Z-Bim seems like a paragon of public virtue, in Garrett’s frank opinion, a company dedicated to transforming women into the sexiest, sluttiest, and stupidest versions of themselves. Sitting in an ominously-glowing dryer chair, a buxom blonde watches a blank phone with a look of cross-eyed ecstasy in her eyes, and another bimbo with plush pink lips and some vaguely-familiar tattoos is reclining into a basin to get her hair washed – and perhaps her brain as well.
“I’m Nurse Gigi! Are you here to book a session? I could, um… give you a demonstration, if ya want?”
From the way she says it, Gigi is clearly offering more than just a look. Lifting a hand to her mouth, she absently brushes a manicured nail against her plump lower lip, looking Garrett up and down. Despite his paunchy body, middle-age, and faint odour, she doesn’t seem put off by him at all. Arrogant as ever, Garrett doesn’t see anything strange about that, but he’s here for another reason, and has had enough satisfaction lately.
“Heh~… I might take you up on that offer. Another time, though. For now… the website said you had an offer on Own-A-Hole portals?”
Picking up the portals from the seat beside him, Garrett holds them up for Gigi to look at. Once she does, though it takes her a moment to process the information, the ‘nurse’ smiles widely, clapping her hands together in excitement.
“Oooh! Wow, those are like… the first ones someone’s brought in!” Gigi says. “It’s half price or somethin’, and… um, we just got some like, super special Nanohex Gel, if ya wanna try it?”
That’s exactly what Garrett wanted to hear – and after looking through the catalogue of services on the E-Z-Bim website, he has a very specific idea about what he wants done to Hester’s holes. Standing up, he sets the portals on the counter, then lays out exactly how he wants them to be ‘improved’. With every step, Gigi’s smile just grows wider, and she nods excitedly, more than happy to do what Garrett requests, even making some extra suggestions which he’s happy to take on board. But as he finishes up, just before Gigi takes the portals into the back for the treatments, he has a brief moment of concern.
“Say, uh… is it a problem if the girl on the other end…” Garrett asks, pausing for a moment. “If she doesn’t exactly want these services?”
Fortunately for him, Garrett has nothing to worry about, as Gigi gives his arm a reassuring squeeze.
“Hehe! Like, it totes isn’t!” Gigi says, looking up at Garrett with a conspiratorial smile, before dropping her voice into a sultry whisper. “There’s a reason we advertise to men, y’know. Most of the girls we bimbofy were tricked into coming here, by their boyfriends, or their bosses, or like, their brothers… but they’re all super-dupes happy to keep coming back!”
With that final confirmation, Garrett stands back, allowing Gigi to take the portals through to the back. There, they’ll be serviced with something rather more in-depth than the basic hair treatments being offered in the front of the salon. Watching her go, focused mostly on her swaying rump, Garrett can’t help but wonder if it’s her that will be doing it. Shouldn’t there be a man in charge…? But he shrugs his shoulders. He’s not a sexist or anything – a woman manages his strip club, after all.
Shortly after that, in the back room of the E-Z-Bim clinic, Gigi gathers onto a tray all of the supplies she’ll need to transform the nice man’s portals into something much more suited to their task. She doesn’t have any qualms about what she’s going to do, or about Garrett’s question regarding the lack of consent from the girl on the other end. After all, she’s not so stupid that she didn’t check his identity against the symbols emblazoned on the sides of the devices, confirming that they’re his property. And a man can do whatever he wants with his property!
Opening the pink portal first, summoning Hester’s crotch into the room, Gigi tuts and shakes her head in disappointment. She’s not surprised that Garrett wants to improve these holes! The girl’s mound is flat, with unkempt pubic hair, as well as being completely dry. Totally not what a man likes in a pussy, and Gigi doesn’t even consider that Hester probably prefers it that way. Or that there might even be men who don’t judge women on how well suited their cunts are to providing sexual pleasure.
After quickly smearing some defoliating cream onto the mound, a medical-grade alchemical variant which should keep her pubic area hairless for quite some time, Gigi opens up Hester’s mouth portal as well. Immediately, the girl on the other end speaks up, her tone confused and irritated, but not as aggressive as yesterday. Natsuko had said that everything was fine, but she’s still worried about what Garrett might do to them.
“Mister Wade…?”, Hester tentatively questions, extra polite after the previous day’s misdeeds. “I thought you said that you wouldn’t be, uh… using me today. And what did you just put on my crotch?!”
“Hehe~!” Gigi giggles in response, setting the mouth portal back down onto her tray. “No, silly! I’m Gigi! An’ you musta forgotten to wax down there, so I helped you out with the hair.”
Looking through the things that she’s gathered, Gigi takes a quick inventory. First, a hefty plastic bag, similar to a piping bag used to decorate cakes, except this one is full of a dense pink gel. Then a small vial of vibrant blue liquid, labelled as ‘E-Z-Bim PermaPout Lip Plumper [Extra Strong]’, dosed out into two large syringes. A clear, rubbery cup is also on the tray, connected with a tube to a small pump, alongside two mana crystals, charged with custom spells. And finally, ready to be paired to those crystals, two piercings – one a bar with a sapphire gem at one end, and the other a latticed golden orb, with two studs connected by a pink glowing rod.
“Uhh… hi, Gigi,” Hester says. She’s a little unsure about the situation the portals are in, and doesn’t appreciate losing her pubic hair, but can’t exactly do anything about it. “Can I ask what you’re doing…?”
Hester can feel the slight sense of motion in her crotch as Gigi stands the pink onahole device upright, then picks up the pink piping bag in both gloved hands, and gently feeds the metal tip into the opening of Hester’s pussy. Giving the bag a squeeze, a dollop of pink gel starts to flow into her vagina, some of it bubbling back out to cover her labia and vulva. Where it makes contact with Hester’s skin and mucous membrane, she feels a warm tingling, a familiar sensation typical of magical effects.
“I’m just, like, puttin’ the Nanohex Gel inta your puss-puss! It’s gonna make you totes better to fuck.”
Not being well-educated in cutting edge arcane research, Hester doesn’t realise the gravity of the situation, and Gigi sees no reason to explain it to her. Still, simply the notion of her genitals being made ‘better to fuck’ is more than enough for Hester to oppose the treatment – but Gigi keeps on going. She feeds more and more of the pink gloop into Hester’s pussy, sinking the magic nice and deep into her soft tissues, no matter how much the girl’s mouth might complain.
---
Stumbling up to Natsuko’s apartment, clutching the gym bag she packed for this (hopefully short) visit, Hester rings almost frantically at the doorbell. Her train journey was mostly uneventful, aside from the unexpected manipulation of her portals. A moment later, wearing an absolutely adorable set of pyjamas, Natsuko answers the door to let her girlfriend inside.
“Honey, you’re here! What are you… um…”
Natsuko trails off as she looks the silent Hester up and down. She’s got on a stylish set of black dungaree-style overalls, with a white vest top underneath, and the usual chain necklace draped over her collarbone. None of that is surprising to Natsuko, very much in line with what Hester likes to wear. But what she didn’t expect was the pink glow filtering through the crotch of her pants, as well as a matching blue ring behind her face mask. Though she's not seen it in person before, there's only one thing that could mean.
“Oh, Hester – are your portals open?!”
Hester nods her head, hefting her carry-all into the apartment as Natsuko closes the door behind her. Self-consciously smoothing the front of her pyjama shorts, although avoiding touching her crotch, Natsuko directs Hester towards her bed. It's not exactly an ideal state in which to be reuniting with her girlfriend, but at least she can be there for her this time.
After automatically getting her guest a drink, then admonishing herself for doing that when Hester’s mouth is currently who knows where, the two of them get comfortable, and Hester writes out what's happening to her, answering Natsuko’s questions with a pen and paper. While she does that, Hester can feel the gel seeping deeper into her pussy, tingling and warming her from the inside, and an odd inversion of gravity between her position and the portal’s.
“And Garrett’s not in his apartment right now,” Natsuko complains, cutting off one possible avenue of relief. “Ugh… that bastard, taking advantage of you like this…”
By the time Gigi has stopped adding more, Natsuko is all caught up, and they both breathe a sigh of relief. But the bimbo nurse is far from done, as a ring of cool, pliable material settles into place against Hester’s skin, at the very edges of the portal. A moment later, she feels a sense of suction envelop her mound, as the air is pumped out of the cup placed over it. Her pussy lips are pulled with it, engorging with blood as her labia are sucked forwards, and she can feel the effects of the magical gel intensifying with several more pumps.
“I suppose… um… we’ll just have to wait it out,” Natsuko says, glad that she’s at least able to give Hester a hug to help get her through this. “Let me know if the lady says anything else, okay?”
Hester nods, but she’s unable to relax. As the suction around her mound finally stops increasing, her pussy burning and tender all the way from the labia to the depths of her cervix, she feels the pink portal being set down. Which, she assumes, just means her mouth is up next…
---
“Okie-dokie!” Gigi says, in her eternally chipper tone. “That’s the sucky-thingy all pumped up. Now we get to pump up your sucky-thingies!”
Hester’s mouth grimaces, but the woman corrupting her body was impervious to any attempts at cajoling, threatening, or insulting her, as she continued to work on Hester’s defenceless pussy. Now that the pump is in place and her genitals are being left to develop, there’s nothing more she can do to protect that orifice – but Hester’s not going to just let Gigi do whatever she wants to her mouth! Especially after what she just called it…
“Nuh-uh,” Hester firmly admonishes. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to let you do anyth-nnngh?”
Reaching in between Hester’s lips, Gigi firmly pinches the tip of her tongue between her gloved fingers, then pulls it out of her mouth. Despite trying to pull away, and even to bite down on the invading digits, Hester is once again rendered helpless. Seething quietly as muffled gags of protect bubble up from her throat, that’s topped off by a squeal of pain when something sharp seems to puncture the centre of her tongue.
The pain fades shortly afterwards, and Gigi releases Hester’s tongue, allowing it to pull back into her mouth – with a slight clink against her teeth. Back in Natsuko’s apartment, on the other side of town, Natsuko can clearly see the moment of indignation in Hester’s eyes when she realises that Gigi just gave her a tongue piercing. It’s some kind of stud, from what she can tell moving it around her mouth, smooth underneath but with something embedded on top. Like a gem.
Belatedly, though there’s not anything she could’ve done about it, it occurs to Hester that gemstones are often used to store magical effects. And this one seems to be no different, as she next feels a larger gemstone pressed up against the piercing, as well as a faint rush of arcane energy charging it up.
“There! Now, um… default to Rest Position Three, ‘kay?”
Hester doesn’t know what ‘Rest Position Three’ is, of course. But the spell now embedded in her tongue does, and the muscles of her mouth comply. Her lips open wide, puckering outwards slightly, and her tongue extends to curl over her bottom lip. Then they hold the position. Hester can still feel everything, can breathe and make slight grunts of distress, but she’s completely unable to pull her tongue back in, or close her mouth.
“Yay, it worked!” Gigi says, and Hester clearly hears the sound of her clapping her hands together. “You’re gonna be, like, the bestest dick-milker. But I’m gonna leave it to Mister Wade to test all the fun stuff. Now, hold still! Hehe~… not like you can do anythin’ else!”
Fun stuff. If this is Rest Position Three, then that implies there are more Rest Positions. And more functions of this enchanted piercing, including some that will affect her oral skills. Breathing heavily, Hester tries not to hyperventilate on Natsuko’s couch, but the treatment still isn’t over, as she feels another prick – not Garrett’s or her girlfriend’s, but instead a sharp point of pain in her upper lip.
“He said somethin’ like… ummm… if you were happy to give someone else suckies, then he’d better make sure you do it properly. Which I thought was, like, super-duper smart of him, y’know? So, I said he should go even bigger than he first wanted!”
Shit – was this in retaliation for yesterday?! It seems a little too detailed to have been planned in less than a day, even with Gigi’s unhelpful suggestions, but it still bothers Hester that this might have been their fault. Obviously not entirely, as it’s Garrett who has decided to abuse her portals like this, but her and Natsuko might not be entirely blameless. As the pain in her lip starts to fade, it’s replaced with a familiar tingling sensation, much like what she felt in her crotch, originating from where the needle stuck her then radiating outwards…
While Hester can’t see it, a pale blue glow starts to spread through her lip, expanding her flesh as it goes, while Gigi slowly, deliberately injects the PermaPout Lip Plumper solution into Hester’s lips. In order to plump them. E-Z-Bim as a company, considering the aptitudes of many of their staff, tend to label their products very literally.
It takes almost a full minute for her to slowly empty the entire first syringe into Hester’s upper lip, as the alchemical solution spreads through her soft tissues and immediately starts to make changes. While it isn’t ‘filler’ in a traditional cosmetic sense, nor is it an implant, the injected potion has a similar effect, causing Hester’s lips to swell dramatically. Following up with the second syringe, the same feeling engulfs Hester’s lower lip, as the structure of her mouth is reworked on a molecular level. Because this sort of treatment doesn’t dissolve or fade over time – instead, it fundamentally changes the natural shape of her lips.
“Mmmmm…” Gigi hums in appreciation after emptying the second syringe. “I wish my cock-pillows were this juicy! Nobody’s ever gonna think you’re anything but a good li’l cumslut. You’re soooooo lucky you get to suck Mister Wade’s dick whenever he wants… I bet it’s, like, really fat an’ stinky!”
Hester doesn’t exactly feel lucky, especially when this is being done on the orders of, and for the pleasure of, a gross man like Garrett. But after that, Gigi finally seems to be finished with her mouth. The harsh tingling in Hester’s crotch has faded as the gel settled in, and her lips are numb, the skin feeling a little strained, but there’s no more pain. With a soft pop of release, the cup around her crotch is removed – but there’s another brief moment of pain as something else is attached to what feels like her clitoral hood.
“There we go! You’re alllll done!” Gigi says cheerfully, as she picks up both portals, and goes to fetch the caps. But she does have one other thing to say to Hester. “Now, um… just be careful with your cunny, ‘kay? All the magicky stuff in there’s gonna mould it round the shape of the next dick that goes in, to become the perfect fucksleeve for it! Like, forever an’ ever!”
It’s said with such nonchalance, that Hester doesn’t quite process it at first. She’s busy running her tongue over her plush new lips, and squeezing her pussy muscles, to try and gauge how they’ve changed, and what that final jolt of pain was. Another piercing, perhaps?
“So, don’t let anyone else put their thingy in you until Garrett gets to, uh-huh?”
And then, before she can question the ‘nurse’ who performed all of these perversions on her body, leaving her with that final piece of ‘advice’, Gigi shuts both of Hester’s portals, cutting her off from any more clarification.
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Pacing back and forth in Natsuko’s studio apartment, Hester’s shoulders finally relax when the portals are deactivated, the mask on her face clinging tight to her lips, and the crotch of her overalls ceasing to glow. While the fabric covering her mouth does seem to be a little pronounced, the exact effects aren’t immediately visible.
“Oh, Hester!” Natsuko exclaims, jumping up from where she’d been anxiously waiting on the couch. “Are you… is it all done? How, um… how are you doing?”
Hester lets out a deep sigh, reaching up to unhook the overalls from her shoulder as she moves over towards Natsuko’s bed. She’s pleased that her mouth is able to move again, as the magic of the tongue-stud seems to deactivate after the portal is closed, but she’s still more than a little worried about the other effects to her body. Especially that last part, about being moulded to fit a specific cock, but… she has an idea for how to remedy that.
“I’m doin’… uh…”, Hester pauses, her voice lisping slightly. “Well, at leatht I’m with you, Nat-thuko.”
Pulling the mask away from her face, Natsuko gasps at the sight of her girlfriend’s lips – lewdly engorged into a plump, shapely ‘O’, unable to fully close without effort, and covered in a glossy sheen. While their size isn’t entirely impossible for someone to have naturally, it looks obscene to Natsuko for them to suddenly appear on such a familiar face, with a shape that appears to be perfectly designed to appeal to men. And to perform certain other functions, directly contrary to Hester’s sexuality, although she would be happy to do it for Natsuko.
Between Hester’s legs, as she puts her dungarees and panties to one side, her pussy lips are similarly transformed. Completely hairless now, with a layer of moisture surrounding her opening, Hester’s pussy is a plump mound with engorged labia, and a vibrant, pinker colour, which stands out against her dark skin. And though the internal changes aren’t visible, Hester notices the final addition, the spark of pain which signalled another piercing – a golden, spherical cage around her swollen clitoris, pierced through her clitoral hood with no visible removal mechanism. It obviously uses magic to stay comfortable, keeping flush against her skin without cutting into anything, while also serving as a pretty decoration on top of her transformed pussy.
“I don’ like the look of that, but…” Hester forces a nervous smile to her plump lips, looking up to meet her girlfriend’s eyes, as she keeps trying to overcome her lisp. “I’ve got good newth, Nat-thuko! Gigi told me about the thtuff… the… the stuff she put in me, and… and Gawwett- ugh, Ga… rrett… he made a mistake.”
Hester doesn’t go into precisely what Gigi told her, not wanting to admit to her girlfriend how much more vulnerable she now is. And while she doesn’t know the exact mechanisms of how the gel works, it’s more than enough for Hester to be sure that she does not want to be turned into a ‘perfect fucksleeve’ for Garrett’s cock.
“All we n-need to do to thtop him is… w-well… we’ve gotta have thex! You just need to put your dick inside me before he doeth, and I bet Garrett didn’t even know you had one before yethterday. It’s fine, right? We wanted to do that anyway, and… and if it means…”
Natsuko hasn’t said anything yet, only watching with a neutral, supportive smile on her face, while trying to process the changes Garrett made to her girlfriend’s body. But when Hester mentions fixing this issue by having sex, her cheeks pale and her expression gives away a sense of dread. Hester trails off, not understanding why Natsuko wouldn’t be pleased about the two of them finally making love, allowing Natsuko to belatedly lose her virginity.
“That miiiiight be,” Natsuko says, as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, then pulls them down to reveal her crotch. “A teensy bit difficult.”
Where Hester expected to see Natsuko’s dick and balls, smooth and small but belonging to her beloved, there is instead a pink orb. Glowing faintly, with a black rubber ring around the base, firmly encircling her genitals. The barrier is actually slightly translucent, and Hester can make out Natsuko’s flaccid cock, squeezed in tight with no room to get hard, but leaking a bead of precum.
“G-Garrett, um… when he caught me yesterday, he put this on me, and… only he can take it off?”
Pressing a hand against the orb, Natsuko gives it a demonstrative squeeze, showing that it’s rigid enough that they won’t be easily breaking through, and that a tug at the base won’t let it move from her skin. It is, essentially, a magical chastity cage. And from how problematic the portals have been to deal with, Hester is pretty sure that her and her girlfriend won’t be having sex without Garrett’s permission.
“Oh, fuck.”
Chapter 4: Nine Tenths of the Law
Notes:
I've been writing and posting my stories for quite a while - and I've decided to share some of them on AO3 as well, in case it brings in a wider audience! Which means you can check out more of my smut, which includes games and comics, at my Hentai Foundry page, but I'll also be tweeting out chapter updates at my Twitter account.
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The pink gloop that Gigi injected into Hester’s pussy, known as NanoHex Gel, is an experimental, powerful, and… not fully tested treatment. Strictly speaking, Gigi shouldn't have even mentioned it, let alone offered Garrett a double-strength dose. Technically legal, if only because the legislation to ban its consumer use is still being hotly debated in parliament. E-Z-Bim, of course, are lobbying hard to keep it legal, citing how effective it is, while their opponents focus more on the clear and present dangers.
To put it into context, most E-Z-Bim treatments use a tangled web of interlocked enchantments and counter-dispelling agents to keep their treatments… robust, is a nice way of putting it. Stuck in place like gum in your hair is another – it takes time and effort to untangle their mental and physical transformations, but even if you don’t know the coded removal charms, it’s still possible. But that haphazard application means most bimbos need to return (or be returned) to have their treatments topped up, before they start having too many unnecessary thoughts.
NanoHex Gel, on the other hand, isn’t an alchemical compound. Well, it is, but that’s not the primary component. Instead of a single charm, or even a half-dozen stacked spells, it consists of millions. Each one smaller than a grain of sand, stored freeform in the liquidised quartz gel, all communicating and working towards a specific function. In Hester’s case, the gel sinks into the soft tissue of her pussy, turning it malleable and clay-like. The swelling of her labia and change of outward appearance is just a pleasant side effect.
Currently dormant, it means that the next time Hester is penetrated by a penis, the NanoHex Gel will activate, permanently moulding her pussy into that shape. While her hole will still feel velvety soft and deliciously tight for anyone else that uses it, and her clitoris will stay just as sensitive (more¸ in fact), the only way that Hester will feel pleasure from penetration will be with a cock that perfectly matches her remodelled cunt.
And, while her clit is trapped in the enchanted golden cage pierced in place around it, fingers simply aren’t going to cut it.
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“Mmmn…”, gasps Natsuko sleepily. “How, uh… how d-does that feel, baby…?”
Lazing beside each other, in bed on the morning after Hester’s arrival at Natsuko’s apartment, the two girlfriends relish being able to spend time together. Uninterrupted by family or school, they have time to just be. Even Garrett seems to be leaving them alone, neither contacting them nor opening those damn portals since yesterday’s treatments.
But the ways that Hester and Natsuko would usually have fun together are somewhat limited. Hester’s pussy is swollen and wet, with a low, throbbing arousal that won’t seem to go away, but her clit is inaccessible, and the arcane chastity shield surrounding Hester’s dick prevents them from moulding it to her. At any moment, they know that Garrett could open the pink portal and slam his shaft into it, but…
He hasn’t. Not yet, at least.
“I’m sorry Nat,” Hester replies. “I don’t really feel anything from your finger.”
Hester’s arm is wrapped around her girlfriend’s shoulders all the same, as cool morning daylight filters into the apartment. She’s gotten a little more used to her lips by now, mostly eradicating the humiliating lisp, but they’re still an ever-present reminder of how that bastard modified her for his own perverted whims.
“That’s okay, babe,” Natsuko says, reassuringly. “We can… uh, once the arbitration is done, we… we can put you back to normal! Then have some real fun.”
Looking up toward Hester’s face, Natsuko tries to keep the mood light – but the meeting later today is no small source of anxiety. Sure, by all rights the portals should be given back to Hester! But magical law is tricky, and an arbitrator isn’t a judge. After several minutes spent trying to enjoy each other, Hester and Natsuko reluctantly give in, and they share a kiss before getting up for the day. It’s a relief to be back together, especially after all the things they both did to protect the other, but for now… they can’t speak about it.
Not until they’re both sure that the other is safe.
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H. J. Higginsworth, Independent Arbitration, is located in a plain looking office building, a little way from the business district of the city. The place is entirely ordinary, most likely constructed before the discovery of magic, so Hester and Natsuko ride a mechanical elevator up a few floors. Down a hallway with faux-wooden panelling and a thinning carpet, they reach the entrance to the arbitrator’s office, and outside it…
“Ah, Ms. Wada!” Says a man, greeting them with a jovial smile. “And you must be Ms. Edwards? It is a pleasure to finally get to see your face.”
Standing there in a slightly rumpled suit, though still perfect serviceable, he’s also carrying a leather briefcase. His hair is combed back, chin shaved, and round spectacles adorn his face. All told, he does not look like the Garrett Wade that Natsuko has been reluctantly dealing with for the last couple of weeks, but up close, his identity is unmistakeable. Rendered momentarily speechless by his appearance, a sliver of doubt sneaks into Natsuko’s mind. She had somewhat assumed that Garrett would show up as his usual abrasive, unkempt self, not… this.
“Wait, you’re Garrett?” questions Hester. “The jerk that keeps… ugh… using me? I thought you’d be more…”
Hester trails off, gesturing vaguely at the man whose cock she’s unwillingly sucked and been fucked by several times. All before her holes got their upgrades, of course, but it doesn’t diminish her disgust. If anything, his appearance makes her feel a little self-conscious. She’s never really been one for dressing formally, much less in a feminine manner, so a pair of baggy jeans, and a sports bra underneath an oversized vest are what she chose for the day, along with a cap turned backwards on her head. At her side, Natsuko is wearing a grey cardigan and skirt, but any cordiality is banished by the venomous look she shoots at her neighbour.
“Hah! Oh, has Natsuko been telling you about me?” Garrett says, as if they’re just friends sharing a joke. “I admit, I’m not always as well dressed as I am today. But I thought it’d be a good idea to look my best for the meeting, don’t you think?”
Garrett still hasn’t explained the briefcase in his hand, but Hester starts to have a sinking feeling as she looks at it. Does he have the portals… with him? That’s probably not good. Any further conversation is curtailed by the door between them opening, and a man’s voice calling out for them to enter. Only for Hester and Garrett, though, as the two named parties. Mr. Wade gives the girls a nod, and steps inside, giving them a moment alone together.
“Good luck, Hester,” Natsuko says, before planting a peck on her girlfriend’s lips. “Just… try to stay calm, and explain your side, okay? I’m sure it’ll all be fine, and I’ll be waiting out here for you. No matter what, I’ll support you!”
Taking Natsuko’s hand, Hester nods firmly, determined to do all she can to recover possession over her mouth and pussy. Though she regrets not wearing something smarter to the meeting, there’s not anything she can do about it now. Besides, this place is called Independent Arbitration – what she wears shouldn’t affect the result, right?
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“…and that is why I believe the Own-A-Hole portals were erroneously put into Mr. Wade’s possession.”
Given the chance to present her side of the story first, Hester feels good about her argument. Mr. Higginsworth, a rather plain looking middle-aged man, listened to her testimony with a neutral expression, occasionally nodding or noting something down. But there’s not much she could say to him aside from the facts – that the parcel was delivered to Garrett by mistake, and that he’d been perversely using the portals for his own pleasure.
Garrett himself has been sitting there and listening politely, looking smart and refined in his suit, clean-shaven and with combed hair. Once the arbitrator has finished making notes, he clears his throat, and then starts to present his own argument.
“Well,” Garrett says. “I could mention the considerable costs I incurred while upgrading my property, something that would be denied from me if they were removed from my ownership.”
Hester grits her teeth, deliberately not looking at the smug bastard beside her. He must have known that the portals weren’t meant for him, and their ownership being transferred was by accident. If he spent money on the perverted, unwanted changes to her body, then so what?
“And I could also bring up the inconvenience and high expense of procuring a suitable alternative to my portals,” Garrett says, then adding almost as an afterthought, “which just so happen to connect to Ms. Edwards’ person.”
Again, Hester doesn’t care for this line of reasoning. He didn’t have any portals to start with, and was just a sad, dirty man jerking off on his own! Now he’s trying to argue that he deserves to use a much younger lesbian’s mouth and pussy to masturbate with, and that transforming them into better cock-sleeves was simply him spending money on his property. But Garrett doesn’t pursue those lines of argument.
“But I think I know who can argue my case best,” he says, with a confident smirk.
Instead, he sets his leather briefcase down on the arbitrator’s desk, and opens the lid to reveal the Own-A-Hole portal devices in question. Hester had been somewhat expecting that, though she’s not happy to see the sources of her distress. Pursing her plush, glossy lips in disdain, she can only watch as Garrett reaches in to retrieve the blue cylinder, then unscrews the lid.
A vibrant arcane glyph appears in front of her mouth, unfolding into a quantum tunnel between her face and the opening of the ‘onahole’, as has happened several times by now. In the past, she’s been able to control herself as normal, but this time… a thrum of magic in her tongue piercing answers the portal’s activation, and Hester feels, and watches, her lips open into a plump, inviting ‘O’ shape. Her tongue rolls out over her bottom lip, and then, quite involuntarily…
“Good morning, Daddy~!” Hester’s mouth says, in a high-pitched, breathy lisp. “Can dis worthleth onahole pweathe thlurp on your cock?”
The sapphire gem in the centre of her tongue stud is glowing, clearly controlling her vocal cords with some kind of in-built enchantment which only activates when the portal is open. Waving her hands, Hester leans forward in her seat, trying to get Mr. Higginsworth’s attention – but she can’t speak. All her mouth does is smile vacantly, as if presenting itself as an orifice to be enjoyed.
“You see?” Garrett says. “Though Hester might bluff and bluster about her so-called sexuality, it’s clear that my holes enjoy being used.”
He even reaches into the briefcase a second time, opening the pink portal to reveal Hester’s swollen peach of a cunt, already glistening wet. Of course, that’s only because of the treatments that Garrett mentioned earlier, but… the fact of the matter is that she’s still visibly aroused. Flushing in abject embarrassment, Hester gets up from her chair with a jerk, taking a single step towards Garrett – before the arbitrator holds a finger up.
“Please, Ms. Edwards,” he admonishes. “Mr. Wade allowed you to speak, uninterrupted. If you obstruct him again, I will have to deliver a default judgment, and leave the portals as his property.”
It doesn’t seem fair in the slightest, but the threat is real, and Hester’s anger is doused. Not gone, certainly not, but held in check by the fear of being stuck like this. So, she sits down, scowling across at the man who holds her mouth in his hands, though Garrett continues to smugly ignore her. After the arbitrator acknowledges Hester’s compliance with a nod, Garrett then continues.
“Thank you. Now, where was I…”, he says, idly tracing a finger along Hester’s upper lip. She can still feel everything, just not control it. “Ah, of course! A demonstration.”
Without further ado, he leans back in his chair, and opens his pants. Pulling them down as Hester watches incredulously, practically vibrating in her desire to stop this from happening, she hopes that the administrator is going to step in – but instead, he just keeps calmly watching as Garrett slowly, surely lowers Hester’s mouth toward his hardening cock. As soon as her plush, drooling mouth makes contact with his sweaty schlong, they start moving again, letting out a low, satisfied hum as her tongue slurps up the length, and her lips plant sloppy kisses.
“Look at how eager she is to pleasure me… mmmn~…”, Garrett says, not even trying to suppress his moan as Hester takes his glans between her lips. “And you want to take her purpose away from her?”
Hester brings a hand up to her mouth – or at least, where her mouth should be, fingers brushing only against the smooth, unyielding arcane barrier. She can taste his salty, barely washed prick, feel her enchanted tongue stud tease his foreskin, and do nothing to stop the slobbering worship of his prick. It’s a horrible violation of her bodily autonomy, forced to fellate this middle-aged bastard despite not even having the slightest attraction towards his gender, let alone him. Blackmailing her into doing it herself was bad enough, but this is just-
“Gllrk~!”
“She even deepthroats!”
And the arbitrator just continues to observe, making studious notes, as if Garrett was presenting an actual argument, instead of getting his dick sucked. Expertly and enthusiastically, but it must be clear that she doesn’t actually enjoy this, right?! There’s no way she would appreciate her throat being stretched around his shaft like this! Garrett keeps pushing deeper and deeper, until Hester realises that her lips are flush with the base of his cock, being tickled by wiry pubes.
That damned Gigi even got rid of her gag reflex, allowing Garrett to wank his eight-inch cock in and out of her throat like a cheap fleshlight! He jerks quicker now, filling the room with the sound of wet choking, until-
“HNNGH~!”
Garrett grunts, pressing Hester’s DSLs down into his pubis, as he empties his balls directly down her throat. Rope after rope of hot, viscous semen splatters to settle heavily in her stomach, his balls contracting as he uses her like a toilet for his nasty ejaculate. When he eventually finishes, Garrett drags her lips up his shaft again, nice and slow as her tongue enthusiastically cleans the length of it. When it finally exits her mouth, she kisses the tip and lets out a satisfied burp, along with another humiliating comment.
“Urrrp~… fank you for feedin’ dis onahole your yummy cummieth, Daddy!”
Finally, he puts the cap back on, leaving Hester with a sour, salty taste on her tastebuds – but returning freedom to her mouth. She glares daggers at him, and is about to unleash a diatribe against him, but is interrupted once again by Mr. Higginsworth clearing his throat.
“I am ready,” the arbitrator says, pausing to make sure that both Hester and Garrett are listening. “To make my decision.”
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Standing in front of the mirror in Natsuko’s cramped bathroom, Hester runs a finger across her lips, the ghost of a sensation still lingering as she remembers servicing Garrett’s cock. There was little she could do after he gave that demonstration, and according to her contract with Own-A-Hole, the arbitrator’s judgment is final. Fortunately, he didn’t directly rule in Garrett’s favour… but he also didn’t order him to immediately give the portals back to Hester.
Mr. Higginsworth acknowledged that the Own-A-Hole portals were delivered to Garrett by accident, and that he should return them – but not before Hester has paid back the full price of the ‘improvements’ made to her mouth and genitals. Of course, there’s no way she could afford the ridiculous sum that Garrett said it cost, but with the help of the arbitrator, they came to an agreement.
“Natsuko, are you sure that…”, Hester starts to ask, pursing her lips as she stares at her reflection. “That I don’t look, uh… silly?”
As it happens, by an almost suspicious coincidence, Garrett Wade owns a club. And, in exchange for Hester working for him until she starts college, he agreed to return the portals to their proper recipient. In the meantime, the arbitrator at least told Garrett that he wasn’t allowed to penetrate Hester’s pussy without her permission. Not that she ever sees herself giving that.
The arrangement was put into writing, and made magically binding, so Garrett shouldn’t be able to weasel out of giving them back. She just didn’t expect the club to be, well… the glowing words on her loose, cropped shirt are hard to ignore. The Prancing Bicorn Gentlemen’s Club, underneath a silhouette of a double-horned horse, and the word ‘Horny?’ in larger letters. She’ll apparently be working as bar staff, not on a stage, but it’s still not a pleasant idea.
Hovering in the doorway behind her, Natsuko is much more comfortable in a cute pair of pyjamas, as she gives Hester a reassuring smile through the mirror. She was the one to do Hester’s makeup, after all, and help shave her legs, before she got dressed into the ‘uniform’ that Garrett had provided. There’s not even a bra with the branded t-shirt, Hester’s nipples concealed by black, cross-shaped pasties. Along with that, a black pair of jean shorts and some borrowed heels finish the look.
“Of course you don’t, honey!”, Natsuko says. “I’m sure that you’ll do fine. You’ve worked at bars before, right?”
Hester just hums noncommittally in response, not entirely sure that a rustic sports bar is the same as a strip club. It’s only until the college term starts, at which point they can get everything back to normal and put this humiliating ordeal behind them. For now, she just hopes that the Prancing Bicorn isn’t as bad as it sounds. With a final hug from her girlfriend, Hester sets off to her new workplace. Tomorrow, she’ll start looking into other options to deal with this, but for now she just has to endure.
As it happens, the club is only a short bus ride from the apartment block that Natsuko and Garrett live in – the man offered to give Hester a lift, but she opted to make her own way there. The entrance is rather small, with only a single flickering sign advertising the club, and after walking down a flight of stairs, Hester finds the underground bar. The house lights are up, but pink and blue neon tubes adorn the walls, as a few skimpily dressed girls set up for the night. Each of them, Hester notices, is wearing collars with unique, glowing words on the throat.
“Oi!”, a voice calls out from behind the bar. “Shorty in the shorts!”
Looking around to find the source, Hester spots a tall, redheaded woman with a punkish undercut, and several tattoos and piercings. Pretty damn hot, actually, though Hester is more than satisfied with Natsuko. This woman has an air of authority about her, only emphasised by the black and red collar surrounding her throat, with the word ‘BITCH’ adorning the front.
“I’m assuming you’re the new hire,” the woman asks. “Hester, right? I’m Siobhan, the manager.”
Nodding in response, Hester walks over to her, still a little unsteady in the heels borrowed from her girlfriend. Siobhan is wearing a similar shirt to Hester, with the club’s name in glowing pink on the front, although hers has several horizontal slits showing off more cleavage. Tight, high-waisted leggings cling to her lower body, made from shiny latex, showing off her figure.
“I’d introduce you to the other girls, but you can just call them by the name on their collar. You’ll get one eventually, but we’ve got some blank ones for new hires. Hmmm…”
Bending down a little to get a closer look at Hester, Siobhan presses a thumb into her glossy, plumped-up lips. Usually so confident in herself, the new surroundings and unwanted job put Hester on edge, and she blushes at the pretty lady’s proximity.
“Well with a mouth like this, it’s no wonder Mr. Wade hired ya, that old pervert…”, she says, before casually asking a question. “Did you suck his dick to get the job?”
It throws Hester off balance even more than she already is, and she steps back to lean against the bar, hugging one arm close to her body. Shaking her head to vociferously deny the claim, she didn’t even know that was a possibility. But with what she knows about Garrett, she somehow isn’t surprised.
“Whuh?! N-no, I’m a lesbian! There’s no way I would’ve… uh… well, I mean…”, Hester trails off, realising that even if she didn’t do it willingly, she kind of did give him a blowjob. “Technically, I suppose I did, but-“
“Hey, don’t worry! No need to justify yourself. I know what Garrett’s like,” Siobhan says, interrupting Hester’s attempt at an explanation. “Anyway, we’ve already got a Cum Slut, but… hmm… I’ll think about what we’ll get for your collar.”
While Hester certainly doesn’t like the sound of getting her own customised collar, leaving the club isn’t an option. So, she pays attention as Siobhan starts to explain what she’ll be doing during her shift, going over the drinks, cocktails, table service, all that kind of thing. It’s mostly stuff that Hester’s done before at her old job, it’s just that she’ll be doing it in a strip club. And if people proposition her for some lewd acts, then she just has to politely decline, instead of kicking them out.
Though Siobhan did say that she could accept, if she wanted to make a little extra cash…
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Not long after Hester set off for her first night at the Prancing Bicorn, Natsuko received a visitor. It’s one that she’d been expecting, though certainly not looking forward to, and she’d even changed clothing for it. Out of her cute pyjamas, and into a little pair of jean shorts, along with a cropped pink t-shirt… with Daddy’s Cumslut written across the chest in sparkly gold cursive. Of course, she didn’t pick the outfit herself, although she did let her hair down, and put on some cute makeup for her visitor.
“Garrett,” she says, barely hiding her disdain for the man. “I thought we were done, now that the arbitration is decided.”
He raises an eyebrow in response, stepping into Natsuko’s apartment. Left unspoken is the fact that she still dressed up nice for him, wrapping the tiny shorts around her still-locked chastity orb. Garrett hasn’t given any indication of when he might remove it, only that it was punishment for her using the portal while he wasn’t there. Stroking his chin thoughtfully, Garrett looks Natsuko up and down with an appraising eye, not answering her implied question.
“Y’know, Hester’s suckhole is nice an’ all, but I can’t exactly use it while she’s working at my club. Logically, that means I should use her cunt to get off instead, but…”, he says, raising an eyebrow. “I have a feeling you wouldn’t like me doing that.”
“Ohhh, no! No way!”, Natsuko counters, having been sure to hear all about the meeting, not wanting to be caught out by any tricky wordplay from Garrett. “Hester told me that you weren’t allowed to penetrate her, to… to reshape her around your cock.”
“Hey now, I never said anything about fucking her!”, Garrett says, holding his hands up in protest. “I could rub my cock between her labia, use her juices as lube, or even just as a nice, handy jizz dump. Easier than a tissue…”
Natsuko doesn’t speak for a long moment, as she considers what he said against the wording of the arbitration agreement. Unfortunately, if he wanted to do those nasty things to Hester, he seems to be in the clear. Though it’s not nearly as bad as fucking her, Natsuko would still rather prevent Garrett from molesting her girlfriend’s pussy, especially from pouring more of his gross cum into it. Hester still hadn’t gotten around to procuring a contraceptive potion, apparently hoping that the situation would be resolved by the arbitration. They’ll have to work on that as soon as possible.
“Okay, f-fine… ugh…”, Natsuko reluctantly says, pouting up at Garrett. “What do you want instead?”
Which is how, a few minutes later, Natsuko finds herself kneeling on the floor in front of Garrett, who has made himself comfortable in her beanbag chair. A full-on blowjob is still too much for Natsuko to consider, and her butt is way off-limits, but a handjob is… acceptable. Just barely better than leaving Garrett ‘unsatisfied’, with her girlfriend’s holes available for him to use.
Staying quiet while she jerks off her jerk of a neighbour, Natsuko tries to focus on the task in hand, sliding her dainty, precum-slick hand up and down Garrett’s cock, the foreskin shifting under her hands. It’s humiliating, but in a different way to when he made her fuck Hester’s pussy on his condom-clad cock. The direct contact with a man’s genitals, even if she also has a (much smaller) penis of her own, isn’t lost on Garrett.
“Mmmn~… yer pretty good at that!” he says, though it’s not a compliment that Natsuko particularly cares for. “How does it feel to have a proper cock in your hands, instead of that worthless clitty?”
Natsuko doesn’t dignify the humiliating jibe with a verbal response, instead just glaring up at Garrett, and flipping him off with her free hand. At least his misogyny is inclusive, she supposes, though Garrett finds plenty of other things to mock, while her girlfriend is working at his strip club.
Garrett leans back with a contented hum as Natsuko continues with her replacement handjob service, in exchange for not running a train on Hester, which he seems to enjoy lording over her. Degradation is apparently more important than flat pleasure to Garrett, and this certainly counts. But that doesn’t mean he feels no pleasure, and before too long, his balls start to clench, and his cock throbs more intensely.
“I’m gettin’ close… nngh~…” Garrett says, as he starts to lift himself from the chair. “Stay on yer knees, and… ahhn~… maybe give us a smile, eh? And a peace sign!”
Standing over the petite Asian girl, he instructs her to make the stereotypical pose, a confused smile flitting across her features. In addition to his other bigotry, he doesn’t exactly seem racially sensitive either, but that’s hardly Natsuko’s main concern as Garrett grabs his cock and gives it a few more jerks – until the first rope of his hot, sticky cum splatters onto her face. Another pump and squeeze of his cock, and more and more of the salty, musky goop lands across her cheeks and forehead, dribbling down her chin and sticking in her hair.
“Nnngh~! Theeere we go, now… mmmn~…” Garrett grunts out, while lifting his phone with his free hand. “Hold that pose… ahhh~… I’ve always wanted to give an authentic bukkake.”
And he takes a photo. Of Natsuko on her knees, face covered in the man’s jizz, while forcing a smile and flashing twin peace signs. It’s not like he even needs it for blackmail, with Natsuko already so willing to sacrifice herself for her girlfriend – he just seems to enjoy having the solid proof of how far Natsuko has already sunk. She doesn’t want to think about how much further he might try to push her before the college term starts, and can only hope that Hester’s having a better time at the Prancing Bicorn…
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Carrying a tray of beers in one hand, Hester totters a little unsteadily on her heels as she moves through the Prancing Bicorn Gentlemen’s Club. Upbeat music pounds in her ears, and barely dressed women gyrate on stage, becoming progressively less dressed over time. Other girls also move through the flashing, neon-lit room, finding positions on laps, or leading happy men through to darkened back rooms.
Only the girls that work behind the bar wear the black t-shirts with the club’s logo on the front, and the plain grey collar around her neck doesn’t even have a personalisation yet, but that doesn’t mean the guests pay any less attention to her. Already, several men have asked Hester how much it would cost them to get better acquainted with her plump, glossy lips, and she’s had to bite back a scathing retort each time. In no way is she tempted to give in to this job, determined to simply pour drinks, mop floors, and-
“Eeek!”
While gathering up some empty glasses on her way back to the bar, a hand reaches out and pinches her butt – while Hester was stepping down from a raised seating area. Already unfamiliar with walking in her high heels, her foot twists as she places it down, and she stumbles forwards, her tray flying from her hands as she lands heavily on the slightly sticky floor.
She catches a guffaw of laughter from behind, but the man simply turns back to his friends and takes another swig from his beer. Glaring up at him from her position on the floor, Hester wants to yell at him, grab one of the bouncers to get him kicked out, but… unfortunately, she needs the job. And a glance to one side shows that the glasses survived their fall, which at least means she doesn’t need to spend ages sweeping up, so she swallows her pride, swears under her breath, and ignores him.
“Heya!”, someone says, a high-pitched voice shouting to be heard over the music. “Are you, like, okay?”
Looking up from her position on the floor, Hester sees one of the club’s strippers bending down to check on her. She’s gorgeous, of course, with curly, platinum blonde hair reaching her shoulders, framing a concerned smile on her pretty pink lips. Lacy white lingerie only serves to show off her body, with cut-outs revealing her breasts, and a garter holding up thigh-high fishnet stockings, which lead down to ridiculous 8-inch platform heels – which, nonetheless, she seems entirely comfortable strutting and dancing around in.
The collar around her neck, white with a pink trim and heart-shaped pendant, has ‘SEX TOY’ written across the front in glowing letters. Which by the look of her, and Hester tries not to stare, seems like a rather apt descriptor. One of the small upsides about working in a strip club full of horny men, which Hester has been trying not to think about, is that she also enjoys the beautiful, flirty women taking their clothes off.
“Umm… y-yeah! Don’t worry, just…”, Hester calls up to the nice lady, who she refuses to think of as simply called Sex Toy. “Getting used to the job!”
Shifting around to her hands and knees, Hester reaches for the glasses that she dropped, expecting the other girl to go back to her job of… letting men play with her? That’s what Hester assumes, going by Sex Toy’s collar. But she doesn’t – instead, from somewhere in her outfit, she withdraws a strip of pink paper, with glowing words on the front, about the same size as a bank note.
“You c’n have this, if ya want!”, the woman says, offering it down towards Hester between two manicured fingers. “It’d, like… totes help you out! I go there all the time!”
Hester doesn’t really know what to do here, and she doesn’t exactly want to become better at this job, but it’d be impolite to decline the offer. Reaching up, she takes the gift with a grateful smile, and ‘Sex Toy’ just giggles and sashays off back into the crowd. She really does seem at home in the Prancing Bicorn, devoting herself to men’s pleasure. Grabbing the rest of the glasses, and brushing her knees off, Hester gives the piece of paper a cursory glance as she heads back to the bar.
It turns out to be some kind of coupon, offering a free… makeover, perhaps? Something called ‘The Works’, with a company called E-Z-Bim. Hester doesn’t recognise the name, although it does ring a bell for some reason. Shrugging her shoulders, and certainly not intending to use the coupon, she stuffs it in her pocket and gets on with her job. Because, if her wages are being garnished to buy her own portals back from Garrett, she needs to work hard and earn some tips. Her meagre savings aren’t going to last forever, and she doesn’t want to be a burden while staying with Natsuko…
Chapter 5: If You Find Yourself in a Hole…
Notes:
I've been writing and posting my stories for quite a while - and I've decided to share some of them on AO3 as well, in case it brings in a wider audience! Which means you can check out more of my smut, which includes games and comics, at my Hentai Foundry page, but I'll also be tweeting out chapter updates at my Twitter account.
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“Girl! Get me a nice scotch to wet my whistle. Top shelf, on the rocks, okay honey?”
While her job at the strip club is a necessity for getting her portals back, Hester doesn’t have to like it. The part where she serves alcohol to perverts and weirdos isn’t that bad, not with the experience she’s gotten at her previous bartending job. But as the man’s eyes wander over her toned, dark-skinned body, she’s reminded of the skimpy outfit she has to wear, crop top and jean shorts, as well as the plush, glossy cock-cushions now adorning her face.
“Of course, sir!” Hester replies, with a forced, customer-service smile. The creeps do seem a bit more prevalent in a strip club. This strip club, anyway. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“Nah, nah. Although… if ya want to make a few extra bucks?” the man says, and Hester braces herself for what she knows is coming. “Those lips o’ yours look like they could wet my-“
Hester turns around, cutting the man off as she walks back towards the bar. It’s clear in her job description that she doesn’t have to accept any of these come-ons from the customers, though she’s certainly allowed. She’s not entirely sure what kind of license Garrett needs to be running a club which edges pretty damn close to a brothel at times, but she’s not about to rock the boat.
Fetching a glass of the ‘top shelf’ scotch (well, the cheap whiskey which Siobhan gets them to decant into expensive bottles), poured over ice, Hester places it on her tray and heads back towards the man. It’s not too busy at the moment, so she’s on table service, ostensibly the best way to get tips – unfortunately, by the time she returns to see him…
Another of the girls is on her knees between his legs, wrapping her lips around his shaft. Called Rape Doll, according to the brown and gold collar around her throat, but she certainly seems willing enough to debase herself like this. Dropping off the drink, it gets added to his tab, but he doesn’t spare a second glance for his waitress. Not when the cute, redheaded girl in front of him is deepthroating his cock. That is worth a tip.
“Um… th-thank you, sir,” she forces out. “Let me know if you need anything else!”
Hester tries not to let any hint of annoyance slip into her tone. Getting her clients ‘stolen’ like this is pretty common, but she’s not about to start whoring herself out for pocket change. Back behind the bar, the manager Siobhan (or ‘Bitch’, as her collar states) gives her a wry smile in commiseration. She also doesn’t put out for the customers, but that’s made up for by the manager’s salary that Garrett pays her. All of Hester’s checks instead go to the bastard, to pay him back for the ‘improvements’ he made to her.
“Well…”, Siobhan says, while wiping down the top of the bar, not looking at Hester. “At least you didn’t trip over!”
She’s still not exactly nimble on her feet, certainly not to the level of the other girls at the Prancing Bicorn who twirl around poles or perform complicated dance routines on 8-inch platform heels, but Hester is at least confident enough that she won’t fall over. Again. And the friendly banter with her manager, who seems happy to have someone working under her that isn’t just a walking cock-pleaser, helps pass the time until the end of her shift.
Just a few more weeks until she starts college, and then she can put all of this behind her…
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The next evening, on her day off, Hester is sat at the dining table in Natsuko’s apartment. Sharing a space with her girlfriend has just seemed so… natural, and it only serves to emphasise how much of a good fit they are for each other. Sure, they can’t do much in bed at the moment, not with the chastity orb and the modifications to Hester’s pussy, but that doesn’t diminish their affection.
But love, no matter how pure and righteous, cannot defeat reality. And two people living together is necessarily more expensive than one living alone.
“Nat, I’m not sure that…”, Hester starts to say, trailing off. But she redoubles her efforts, looking over at her girlfriend studying on the couch. “I don’t know how we’ll afford to get through until the start of the semester.”
There’s a pile of coins in front of her, with only a sad pair of notes mixed among them, the fruits of Hester’s first week of tips – as well as the odd pink coupon that Sex Toy gave her, for a place called ‘E-Z-Bim’. It probably would’ve been fine if she was getting paid, but as it stands, she’s not able to support herself. And while Natsuko has some savings, she knows that her girlfriend is already running them down before college has even begun.
“My parents are still sending me a little money,” Hester says, glad for that support. “But I don’t want to ask them for more help unless we need to. It’d be so… so embarrassing! And anyway, once college starts, we can put everything back to normal, and pretend it never happened.”
“Of course, honey,” Natsuko says, reassuringly. She’s been pretty busy lately, studying for the start of college – even though they’ve both gained entrance, she wants to get ahead of the game. And while it’s mostly a formality, there’s also an interview with an academic advisor before the course starts.
“Maybe I should check out this weird beauty salon that I got the coupon for?” Hester says. “I couldn’t find much mention of it online, pretty much only the address, but if getting my hair and makeup done helps me earn more money…”
Letting the conversation ebb a little as Hester muses to herself about the strangely familiar-sounding salon, though not getting back to her studies, Natsuko thinks about what she needs to say next. There’s a small glass vial on the table as well, with maybe one-third of its contents remaining, a pale purple liquid – an emergency contraceptive, the ‘morning after’ potion. One dose remaining, and the purchase limits mean that Hester won’t be able to buy any more over the counter.
“How are you doing with, um…”, Natsuko swallows heavily, trying not to think too much about the implications of what she’s asking. “Getting a longer-term contraceptive potion?”
Hester doesn’t answer right away, although she grits her teeth, drawing in a deep breath. But it’s not something that they can simply ignore, even if it should be easy to solve. They’ve based too much of their strategy on what should happen so far, and as the arbitration demonstrated, things won’t always go to plan.
“I went to a new doctor’s office nearby, seeing as I can’t go to my normal one back home, but she wouldn’t prescribe me any,” Hester says, clearly pissed off about this. “Apparently, seeing as my pussy is… tch… not entirely owned by me, I can’t make that decision. As if what Garrett thinks is important!”
Though clearly unfair in this instance, Natsuko can see why the doctor would make that decision, at least in a legal sense. They could probably object to it, raise a complaint, and it might even result in her getting the potion in the end – but again, it wouldn’t be quick. Hester isn’t quite done yet, though, as she fidgets with the slip of pink paper in one hand.
“She also said that…”, Hester recounts, “that in the case of a pregnancy, ending it would need to be with the other owner’s permission. But that’s not quite so important – I’ll be starting college in a few weeks, and then I’ll get the portals back. And he’s not allowed to f-fuck me without permission anyway, so, nothing to worry about!”
Forcing a smile onto her lips, to try and reassure her girlfriend, Hester is clearly nervous about the prospect of getting impregnated by that odious jerk – and potentially not even being able to do anything about it. Shaking her head, she tries to push the conversation from her mind, getting up from the table and walking around to the couch. Natsuko raises her eyebrows, but puts her laptop to one side, as Hester leans down to give her a kiss. Sloppier, and plusher than she’s used to, but the tongue-piercing isn’t really that bad.
“Mmmn~…”, Natsuko moans into Hester’s embrace, shuffling back on the couch. “It’s so nice having you actually… here, you know?”
Hester nods, knowing exactly what she means. When Garrett first took possession of the portals, she was trying to go to work, and hide it from her parents, all while only being able to speak to her girlfriend on the phone. Now that they’re here together, it’s much easier to get the support she needs – and to take Natsuko’s sweatpants off. Even if the glowing pink orb still encases Natsuko’s dick, they’ve discovered that her butthole is a pretty damn good substitute.
Wordlessly embracing, Hester’s pent-up arousal from the cage around her own clit, and lack of sensation in the rest of her pussy (still inert, while waiting to be moulded around a cock), leads to even more of a motivation to make Natsuko feel good. While they’ve usually been pretty reciprocal in the past, she doesn’t mind pressing her lips forward to plant a kiss on-
“Huh? Babe, that… did he open…?”
A bright blue glow interrupts their fun, as an arcane portal appears around Hester’s mouth and jaw, transposing her lips to wherever Garrett is holding the paired device. He’s probably in his apartment, in the same complex, and while the arbitration agreement stops him from moulding Hester’s pussy around his cock, it says nothing about her mouth. Or the irritating enchantment built into the sapphire-studded tongue piercing.
“Good morning, Daddy! Would you like your onahole to worship your cock?”
Hester’s voice, vapid and breathy, is muffled but audible on this end of the portal, and her eyes widen in embarrassment as she realises that Natsuko heard what she said. Also audible is the sound of a soft plap, as Garrett drops his cock onto Hester’s tongue, followed by an enthusiastic slurping, as she unwillingly sucks it between her soft, plump lips. Her DSLs, as Garrett so affectionately calls them.
Straightening up, Hester nudges the portal on her mouth briefly, as if hoping to be able to dislodge it this time, but to no avail. Instead, her cheeks just suction tighter as she can feel and taste Garrett’s shaft pressing inside her mouth, sweat and dried precum on her questing tongue, which rubs and swirls around his length. Relatively speaking, the cock moves in and out as if thrusting, though she knows that Garrett is probably rubbing the portal up and down, almost like he’s just using her mouth to masturbate.
“H-Hester, um… is there anything I can do?” asks Natsuko, but her girlfriend only shakes her head sadly, trying to endure this indignity.
Beneath her, still lying back on the couch, Natsuko is frozen in place. She can only watch as Hester’s throat distends a little, bulging from the inside as she enthusiastically opens up to servicing the man’s schlong. Her lips tighten around his girth, sloppy and noisy, with gagging and ragged gasps slipping around the edges of the arcane barrier. But finally, eventually, Garrett’s cock withdraws, and there’s a brief moment of silence in the apartment, before…
Gulp.
“Nngh~!”
At the sound of her girlfriend swallowing Garrett’s nut-butter, which Natsuko can attest to its pungency and viscosity, she realises that her caged dick is twitching, experiencing a humiliating, hands-free orgasm in response to being openly cuckolded. Hester has little choice in the matter, and they both know that the tongue-piercing is controlling her actions - but that doesn’t change the fact that a fat, older man is carelessly emptying his balls down her stalwartly lesbian girlfriend’s throat.
“Ahhhhn~… fank you for choothing my mouth as your jizz-dump, Daddy!”
Once he’s finished using her as little more than a convenient wank-replacement, Garrett deactivates the portal without a word, leaving Hester gasping on the couch, with cum-stink heavy on her breath. She’d been trying not to worry Natsuko about how much her tormentor had been making use of her mouth, just like how she ‘protected’ her before arriving for the arbitration, so this… is too much for her to know how to handle. Blushing heavily, she scrambles off the couch and away, making no mention of the little wet patch that Natsuko squirted out.
“I… I’d better-urrrp!” Hester starts to say, before a cummy burp bubbles up. “B-brush my teeth.”
They retreat from each other, each one embarrassed about what just happened. Natsuko is mortified that she had such a reaction to watching her girlfriend get violated, and quickly moves to clean up the mess she made. Something clearly needs to be done about this situation, and both Hester and Natsuko have their own ideas…
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The E-Z-Bim Salon isn’t difficult to find, a brightly lit storefront festooned with glowing pink and white, though it seems to be quiet in the early afternoon before Hester’s next shift at the club. She’s still not entirely sure that she should be doing this, but can’t see any other obvious solutions to deal with the money issue. If this helps, then she won’t put as much pressure on Natsuko to support her, and she might even be able to cut down on her shifts! Or at least cut a deal with Garrett, to get him to use her less often.
And if it doesn’t work, then hey, it’s free!
“Hiiiii~!” a voice calls out as she enters, high-pitched and excitable. “You must be, um… Hesty, right? You called ahead? I can totes see why you need’ta come here so urgently!”
Hester grimaces for a moment at the veiled, no doubt unintentional, insult. Aside from the new shape of her lips, and the plump puss between her legs, ready to be reshaped around the next cock to penetrate her folds, Hester looks pretty much the same as she usually does. Short-cropped hair, kept in her natural texture, no makeup, and loose, androgynous clothing. Today, she’s wearing a jacket over a plain grey tank top, with a baggy pair of torn jeans, and some ratty tennis shoes.
It still feels a little odd to be changing her appearance so that men find her more attractive, but needs must, so she forces a smile (something she’s been doing a lot lately), and nods her head.
“Yup, that’s me!”, Hester says, looking the approaching E-Z-Bim employee up and down. “Here for, uh… a makeover. I’ve got a coupon for The Works?”
A woman with dirty blonde hair and olive tanned skin walks up to her, wearing a skimpy latex nurse’s outfit, which shows off her smooth, perfectly rounded breasts. She’s obviously wearing heavy makeup on her pretty, overtly feminine face, but seems competent enough for this kind of thing. And when Hester mentions ‘The Works’, the woman claps her hands together excitedly, eyes lighting up.
“Eeek! That’s, like… super excitin’!”, the woman says, before turning and beckoning to Hester. “Follow me, an’ we’ll get you alllll sorted.”
Her voice reminds Hester of something, perhaps an actress she’d seen in a movie recently, but she’s distracted by her rump, and swaying, fishnet-clad thighs. Even if it’s not exactly the look she’s into, the opposite if anything, Hester can still appreciate a hot woman. And with nobody else in the salon, this is a perfect time to get something embarrassing like this done. Perhaps it’s quiet because this place is new? It would explain the coupon, at least, and why she couldn’t find much about it online.
Following the beautician’s instructions, Hester takes off her jacket and reclines in a chair in front of a sink, presumably for washing hair. And as the woman bustles about in a back room, she tries to relax. It’s just a little makeover, she’s done them before with her mum, and can always shave her head or wash her face if she doesn’t like it. Nothing to worry about! The salon still seems a little odd, though, but the strangely familiar woman keeps her engaged in conversation.
“So, Hesty, what kinda look you goin’ for? Any super-duper extra special reason you wanna look hawt? Ooooh, is it a guy?!”
“N-no, no guy! I’m not into men,” Hester says, quite emphatically, before she hesitantly explains her actual reason for being here. “I recently got a job at the… the Prancing Bicorn, if you’ve heard of it? I’m no good at makeup, and don’t want to learn, so just go with whatever you got that could make me stand out there! What does The Works actually entail, anyway?”
“Tee-hee~… oh, I totes know the place!” she answers, wheeling out a short cart from the back with a metal box, and a selection of different coloured bottles on it. Probably just fancy hair stuff, which Hester doesn’t know much about. Continuing, the woman says, “An’ it’s jus’, like… whatever needs to be done, to make you your best E-Z-Bim self! Do you need your thinkies fixed?”
All of that sounds like a bit much for Hester, but she’s here now, and doesn’t want to back out. Furrowing her brow at the last question, and not entirely sure what the woman means by her thinkies, she warily shakes her head to decline. Her stylist doesn’t seem put out, as she reaches into the cart and withdraws a sleek, crystalline wand.
“You c’n call me Gigi, by the way!”
And Hester realises exactly where she’s heard this voice before, and how deeply she’s gotten herself into another mess. Gigi was the woman who enhanced her through the portals, when… Garrett must have taken them here. She thought this was just a simple beauty salon, not a den of magical, perverted corruption! Taking a closer look at the wheeled cart beside her, she notices a pair of syringes, as well as what looks like a vibrator, and the box on top has large, translucent pink mounds inside it, with a label calling them the ‘Gigajiggle Deluxe’.
“W-wait, hold on a second, I’m not sure that-“
“Nighty-night, Hesty!”
And with a tap of the wand on the side of Hester’s head, her eyes droop closed, and she slumps back in place. The last thing Hester can hear before losing consciousness is Gigi’s brainless giggling, and the opening of a box…
---
Natsuko isn’t exactly happy that she needs to visit Garrett again. The bukkake after the arbitration was bad enough, and he thankfully hadn’t pushed for more, allowing her to spend her time studying instead – but another important issue has come up. A twofold one, actually, concerning Hester’s income, as well as the matter of her contraception. So, Natsuko’s dressed herself up once more, and gone around to knock on her neighbour’s door.
“Come in!” he calls out in response, the door unlocked. Natsuko sets her shoulders, pushes it open, and strides inside with her arguments all neatly laid out in her mind.
Unfortunately, when she enters the man’s apartment, what she sees there throws all of that out the window. Garrett is on the couch, where she expected to find him, with the two (capped) portals at his side, but in one of his hands is a large, glass jar. That jar is full of a viscous, off-white gloop, with wiry little hairs floating inside it, and a faint green glow from the lid. His cum, saved from a couple dozen ejaculations into condoms, and apparently preserved in the jar.
In his other hand, with not much of a leap to work out what it’s for, is a funnel.
“G-Garrett?! What the fuck are you… ugh!” Natsuko starts to ask, walking around the sofa to look at him in disbelief. “Are you planning on putting that… inside Hester?!”
He looks up at her, and a smile spreads his features as he takes in her outfit – a Japanese school uniform, the ‘sailor fuku’. Or, at least, a pink imitation of one. Shorter than usual, and clearly fetishised, with lace stockings and tall heels. Even her hair is pulled into two braided pigtails, Natsuko’s begrudging efforts made in the hope that it would diminish how much he wants from her. Garrett doesn’t answer Natsuko’s question straight away, just leering up at her.
“Mmmn~… yer lookin’ good!”, he says to her, before finally looking back at the objects in his hands. “Huh? Oh, yeah. Couldn’ think o’ where else ta get rid of it, an’ the preserving charm’s nearly run out. Won’t be fertile for much longer!”
It looks it, as well, the semen half-congealed as it sloshes around the jar, gross and distinctly unappetising. A shiver runs down Natsuko’s spine as she considers the fact that she largely milked that out of his middle-aged nuts, albeit using Hester’s holes as a convenient cocksleeve.
“J-just toss it in the trash, or down the toilet,” she says, knowing full well that he could easily get rid of the stuff himself. “And, hold on… did you say fertile?!”
“Whaaat?” he questions, looking up at her in mock surprise. “And risk blocking it? Almost sounds like you want me to use your girl as a toilet, till I can get a plumber ‘round. Although, as she clearly loves suckin’ my dick, maybe she wouldn’t mind bein’ demoted to full-time piss-guzzler…”
Garrett’s doing this on purpose, to mess with her. Natsuko knows that, but she also knows that he wouldn’t hesitate to pour all of his old, backed-up semen into Hester’s holes if she walked away right now. Preferably her mouth, as gross as that sounds, because the alternative is too nasty to imagine. Even if that imagining does give Natsuko an unwanted tingle between her legs.
“Look, Mister Wade,” she says, marshalling her thoughts and trying to get back on track. “There are only a f-few weeks left until we start college, and this is… Hester needs to study! She’s still got one last interview with her advisor before the semester begins, and working at your club takes up a lot of time, without much in the way of pay.”
If Natsuko had been paying more attention, instead of barely drawing her eyes away from the glistening jar of thick, potent ejaculate, she might have noticed Garrett’s eyebrows raising when she mentioned one last interview. But she moves on, and he doesn’t bring it up again, humming thoughtfully instead.
“Hmm… well, she has gotta pay me back, and I’ll hold ‘er to that. But I’m not without mercy,” he says, completely straight-faced and apparently unironically. “I’m sure I could find her a role with less hours, but more opportunity for tips? Only if she wants to!”
A little surprised by how easily he’s giving in to her request, Natsuko slowly nods her head, sure that a catch is incoming.
“And contraceptives are… ahem~… her own business. I can’t afford any more child support…”, he says, which is alarming enough in its own right. More child support? How many women has he impregnated already? “So, if Hester comes to me and wants some protection, I’ll help her out.”
It’s pretty much all that Natsuko had wanted. Of course, there’s obviously more that Garrett could give, like the portals back for a start, but this was almost exactly what she’d been hoping for. Reasonable concessions, which should help her girlfriend and prevent things getting much worse. Ideally, at least.
“Of course…” he says, hefting the jar of jizz in one hand, and Natsuko can barely stop herself from rolling her eyes. “I still gotta get rid of all this, don’t I?”
“Fine! Fine. I… what do you… how…” Natsuko tries to say, clenching her fists at her sides. Taking a deep breath, she fixes her gross, slovenly neighbour with a glare. “So, do you want to give me another bukkake, or what?”
Garrett smirks, and his other hand rises, as he theatrically glances down at it. Then he looks Natsuko up and down, raises an eyebrow, and shrugs his shoulders.
“Well, it’d be a shame not to use this funnel, wouldn’t it?”
It doesn’t take long for Garrett to move Natsuko into position, ordering her around with glee, and grabbing her legs too much. Soon enough, she’s on the couch as well – upside down, with her skirt pooling around her chest, and legs draped over the back, while her shoulders rest on the seat cushion. Her panties are gone, of course, revealing her cock straining against its chastity orb, and… her puffy pink sphincter.
A droplet of lube, and some humiliating exploration from one of Garrett’s fingers, is all it takes before he stretches it with the narrow, rubberised opening of the glass funnel. Giving it a couple more pushes, it lodges securely inside Natsuko’s poopchute, eliciting an involuntary gasp from her as it settles into place. With her pigtails draped off the edge of the couch, Natsuko only watches as Garrett opens the jar of jism, a familiar stench wafting out as soon as he breaks the magical seal.
“Ugh…” Natsuko says, disgusted. “Just g-get it over and done with!”
Garrett smirks, tilting the container up over Natsuko’s rump, then pouring globules of his viscous ejaculate into the funnel. It oozes down the edge of the glass, somewhere between liquid and gel, before finally starting to fill Natsuko’s bowels. Not content with just that, Garrett shifts the jar as soon as the funnel is full, drizzling a few ropes onto Natsuko’s face as well.
“There we go!” he says, triumphantly. “A good start, seeing as you wanted a bukkake so much. Isn’t this fun?”
Gritting her teeth, Natsuko shakes her head, trying to ignore the globs of nut-slop drying on her face, while still more gradually enters her behind. And though she’s loathe to admit it, Natsuko can’t deny that this does feel good, an erotic thrill running through her body as she’s used for little more than a jizz-dump. Humming, as if he doesn’t believe her denial any more than she does, Garrett reaches down and casually deactivates the chastity orbs.
And Natsuko’s cock springs downwards, clearly and embarrassingly erect, despite its inversion.
“Well, it certainly looks like you’re enjoying it!”, he says, triumphantly, with a hand on her ankle. “Heh~… I’d almost forgotten how pathetic your little clitty was. No wonder your useless dyke of a girlfriend likes mine so much!”
While her dick continues to leak precum, throbbing whenever a particularly large clump of cum seeps into her arse, Natsuko focuses instead on how she’s doing this for Hester. Keeping her girlfriend safe, and free of this indignity is important. Annoyingly, Garrett also knows exactly why she’s doing this, and is more than happy to exploit their relationship.
“Just imagine all o’ this swimmin’ around in Hester’s womb…” Garrett ponders out loud, swishing the viscous swill around the jar, more than half still remaining. “Hey, do sissy girls like you even get sex ed? I mean, it ain’t like yer gonna use it. I doubt your piddly, piss-weak cummies could compete with some proper, potent nut-slop like this!”
Natsuko gasps at the thought, shaking her head more fervently, even if her cock twitches some more. Her and Hester love each other, and they’re not going to let a gross, misogynistic jerk like Garrett get between them. Bubbles sprout from her butthole as more of the spunk enters her, but Garrett makes sure to keep the funnel topped up, keeping up the degrading commentary – though his cock stays tucked away in his sweatpants, thankfully.
But as the jar gradually drains, a slight bulge forming in Natsuko’s abdomen, he does start looking at the clock. Speeding up the task, adding more to her face, he eventually puts the jar down with an inch or so left at the bottom.
“Anyway, I gotta get goin’ to the club,” he says, not offering to help Natsuko get down. “Drink the last of the jar, then… empty your guts somewhere else. Hester went to E-Z-Bim, right?”
Natsuko furrows her brow in confusion, still somewhat trapped on her back, with about two pints of cum bloating her belly.
“W-wait, how do you know about…”, she starts to ask, before her eyes widen in realisation. Those damn condoms were from E-Z-Bim! That’s where she’d heard the name before, and if he knows about the place, it must have been him planted the coupon in the first place. “Hold on! What happened to her?! Is that… is that where you did her h-holes, as well?”
The funnel threatens to tip over when Natsuko tries to get up, which would pour the last load of semen all over her and the couch, so she begrudgingly stays where she is. And Garrett has already collected both of the portals from beside her, flashing her a wink, and not answering her question. She knows that something bad is happening, though, and needs to get to her girlfriend.
“Stop! Don’t just leave!” she calls out, while trying to work out how to get herself free. “This… this isn’t… nngh~…”
But Garrett is already heading out the door, and Natsuko is soon alone in his apartment – and experiencing a humiliating, unwanted orgasm as more of the jism plops into her arsehole, thoughts of what that place could’ve done to Hester running through her mind.
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Unaware of Natsuko concerns, partly because she was unconscious at the time, Hester wakes up feeling a little… strange. Her body feels heavy, with parts of it moving differently to before, and others with an unfamiliar weightiness. The room she’s in is bright, and she’s in a different position, sat upright in a barber chair, with a mirror in front of her, at-
At E-Z-Bim. That’s right, she went to the salon, hoping for a simple makeover. Except this is the place that inflated her lips, and put that cursed NanoHex gel into her pussy, priming it to be reshaped. She can’t avoid opening her eyes forever, though, so with a sinking feeling in her chest, she takes a look at the reflection opposite her.
“Eeeeeh! You’re awake!” says a voice behind her, Gigi’s distinctive, vapid tone full of excitement. “You, like, gotta tell me what ya think!”
Except, as Hester takes in the extend of the changes, she finds herself speechless. A mane of curly, platinum blonde hair frames her face, which has a layer of bright, garish makeup. Her hyper-plush lips are now a lustrous hot pink, standing out even more against her dark skin tone, and a glittery blue surrounds her eyes, with faint blush on her cheeks. Golden hoop earrings dangle from her ears, adding to the distinctly bimbo look of her face.
But as Hester’s vision tracks downwards, it somehow gets even worse. Hardly believing that it’s her, Hester lifts a hand to her chest, to grope one of the huge, prominent titties that are now stretching her tank top. They’re very much real – in that they’re ridiculously fake. Obviously implants, and deliberately so, with larger, puffier nipples pushing their way out of her top, with a simple silver bar pierced through them. Even the hands that squeeze her chest aren’t unscathed, as long, sparkly blue acrylics, matching her eyeshadow, sit on her nails.
“Whuh…? I… I look l-like…”, she tries to say, scanning further downwards, the mounds on her chest intruding into the bottom of her vision.
Her hips are definitely wider, and from how she’s sitting, her buttocks have been expanded as well, enough that her old jeans wouldn’t have fit. So, they were replaced by a tiny denim miniskirt, already riding up to show off the crotchless pink thong that clings to her wet pussy, which was apparently corrupted enough to not need further modification. Though there is a lighter patch of skin on her hip, in the shape of a rearing bicorn, like an inverse tan mark.
“Ohemgee! I know, you’re absotootly megadorable!” Gigi gushes, bouncing a little in her heeled boots. “Your jumbonormous jiggle-jugs look, like, so totes amazing. They’re the biggest I can legally give you, y’know!”
Shifting in her seat, Hester leans forwards to look more closely at her reflection, careful not to unbalance herself with a shifted centre of mass. She absently notes the pair of sleek pink stiletto heels on her feet, which feel weirdly comfortable, and the empty bottles and syringes on the cart beside her, and the case where the implants… her implants used to be. Firm, jiggling masses of silicone, somehow even more sensitive than before, without the slightest hint of scarring or stretch-marks. Definitely not the kind of thing that could simply be dispelled with magic.
“Gigi, uh…”, Hester says, trying to keep the rising horror out of her voice, while she rubs at her lips, finding that the lipstick doesn’t smudge. It’s something small she can focus on, instead of the enormity of her new bosom. “The makeup won’t come off?”
“Hehe~… of course it won’t, silly! You, like, said you didn’ wanna do it yourself, so I made sure you don’t hafta! Ever again!”
“Can you remove it?!”
Gigi just giggles again, and shrugs her shoulders, a wide smile on her face as she continues to misinterpret Hester’s responses.
“Don’ worry, I can’t! It’s, like a… ummm…” she says, pausing to think for a moment. “Epidermal Repigmentation Charm? It’s not really makeup, instead it’s just like… what colour your skin is now! An’ it’s the best we got – your dick-milkers are never gonna smudge or fade, stayin’ glossy an’ pink, but they can still leave pretty kissy marks on balls an’ rings around cocks an’ stuff!”
Well, if it can be done by Gigi, then Hester is sure that someone else will be able to undo it. She hopes. Lifting a hand to her head, she runs her fingers through silky, wavy hair, bright blonde and so different to how it naturally looks. Even her eyebrows are blonde! Which does… concern her a little, and she gets another sneaking suspicion.
“And my hair…?” she asks, suspecting the answer, but needing to know for sure.
“Yup! You’re, like, a natural blonde now! No dye needed. A happy dumb-dumb bimbo blondie, like me!”
Swallowing heavily, Hester tries to rationalise what just happened. How she got the coupon, then couldn’t find anything about it on the internet, while the girls at the Prancing Bicorn seemed to work extra hard to deny her any tips. It almost feels targeted, like Garrett had something to do with it. Fearing the worst, she slides a hand between her legs to touch her NanoHex gel infused slit – but it still feels the same as before, numb to her touch, yet receptive.
“Oooh yeah, an’ you got the special cunt-moulding thingy, right? Aww, looks like it’s not been done yet…” Gigi says, apparently genuinely sad. “Jus’ remember you gotta get your man to come in with you if you wanna swap who it’s bonded to! But your new look’s gonna make finding a Daddy, like, easy-squeezy!”
She can… swap which cock the NanoHex gel pairs her pussy with? That’s something, at least. Still, now that Hester’s taken in the enormity of her changes, she stands up and fixes Gigi with an attempt at a stern look. The seriousness of the situation seems to bounce right off the witless beautician, but it’s more for Hester’s own benefit anyway.
“N-no, I don’t think so. I like girls, and only girls, like I said before. So, you need to fix this! Change me back to normal!”
“Awww! Well, changin’ anything back isn’t included in your coupon, and you’d, like, need another appointment anyway,” Gigi replies, which is much as Hester feared. “Buuuut… you should’a totes said somethin’ before! We can fix that super-duper easy.”
Hester feels a sense of relief, for just a moment, until Gigi continues talking, gesturing towards one of the hood hair dryers at the side of the room. They’ve got a pink plastic dome at the top, with a ring of metal around the base of it, and the controls seem needlessly complicated for such a simple machine.
“Jus’ take a seat, an’ I’ll give you a round of our extra-special super-strong un-dyking treatment! It’s included in The Works, an’ it’ll make sure your cunny doesn’t get wet for anythin’ but guys.”
One of them is already occupied, with a pretty blonde woman that must have entered while Hester was asleep, although it doesn’t seem to be doing much drying. Instead, the girl has a slack-jawed expression, drool running down her chin as she looks off into the middle distance, with a faint thrumming sound emanates from the machine. There’s no way that Hester is getting into one of those things, especially not for something that sounds as horrific as un-dyking.
“Uh, n-no thanks! That’s… um… I think I’ll be okay.”
She needs to get out of here and gather her thoughts, abandoning her attempts to get these changes reversed. For now, at least. She’ll figure something out later, when she isn’t surrounded by pink and depravity, with a girl excitedly offering to erase her sexuality. And, as she realises when she checks the time on her phone, when she isn’t almost late for work – how long was she in there?!
Her new titties jiggle as she practically runs from the building, but they stay perky, sitting high and proud on her chest. Hester’s hips also sway as she moves, and it isn’t until she’s halfway down the street that she realises how easily she’s moving in the tall, stiletto pumps they gave her. And that one of her nipples has popped free of the tank top again…
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By the time Hester arrives at the Prancing Bicorn Gentleman’s Club, she’s a few minutes late for her shift. That’s not a firing offence, and Siobhan usually just asks her to stay back a few more minutes at the end – but if she doesn’t show up, no matter how much she wishes she could go home and start climbing out of this hole she’s dug for herself, Garrett could fire her. And then she wouldn’t be able to get her portals back for free when she starts of college, instead needing to repay the stupid, unfair debt in its entirety.
Hoping that her uniform still fits, or that she can borrow something from one of the other girls, she makes her way down to the club, then towards the locker room. Unfortunately, as she walks through the corridor, she feels the familiar sensation of one of her portals opening – the one between her legs, this time. It doesn’t impact her movement, but she’s still pissed off at Garrett for doing it while she’s at work. Planning to give him a piece of her mind when next she sees him, she opens the door to the locker room – and hadn’t been expecting to see him straight away.
“Ah, hello! And you are…”, he starts to say, looking up from the couch he’d been sitting on. Beside him is a familiar girl, Rape Doll, a petite, redheaded stripper, who doesn’t seem to like Hester very much. She’s wearing a set of strappy black lingerie, flaunting her relatively modest implants, with a hand draping over Garrett’s thigh… who appears to be showing off the portal to Hester’s pussy. The reason for that is forgotten for a moment, as the man finally parses who just entered, his eyes widening in ecstatic astonishment.
“Hoooooly shit, Hester! You’re lookin’… well damn, I don’t think I could’a bimbofied you better myself.”
“It’s n-not as if I wanted to l-look like this,” Hester says, clenching her fists, though she has to be aware of her new nails. “I’ll be g-getting them to put me back to normal as soon as I can.”
‘Rape Doll’ doesn’t seem especially pleased that Garrett’s attention is on somebody else, and her hand traces a little further up his thigh, where a prominent bulge is certainly responding to Hester’s entrance. Pointedly ignoring her, the redhead nestles up closer to her boss’s side, gesturing at the puffy cunt in his hands, glistening under the fluorescent tubes that light the dingy, basement changing room.
“Ahem~… Mister Wade, you were saying about the, um~… the new idea you had?”
Glancing back at the girl beside him, a sly smile spreads onto Garrett’s face, as he turns to face Rape Doll instead of Hester. Clearing his throat as well, he makes a show of diverting his attention away from the recently-bimbofied girl, as he lifts her drooling, pent-up pussy.
“Yes, indeed!”, he says, perhaps a little louder than necessary. “As I was saying, I plan on introducing a new role to the club. Instead of dancing or stripping, this girl will go around with a tray, and offer this nice, neatly packaged cock-sleeve to our customers. Doesn’t that sound convenient?”
Hester freezes in place. So, he had planned this all along! To make money from the portals by offering use of her holes like she was a toy. How the fuck is she going to be able to serve drinks if any random prick with a prick can just freely use her?!
“I was thinking about offering the job to Rachel here,” Garret continues, and the girl flashes Hester a smug grin. Obviously, that makes more sense as her actual name. “But, I suppose if I had a volunteer…”
“I’ll do it!”
The words are out before Hester even fully understands what he’s saying. Garrett’s going to be offering her pussy portal for… strangers to use?! As she thinks back, she realises that it isn’t a breach of the agreement, though it probably counts as a loophole. He, after all, only promised that he wouldn’t penetrate it without her permission, not that he couldn’t offer it up to anyone else. Although, volunteering to present her pussy to be used like a fleshlight is mortifying, and comes with another concern.
Namely, the NanoHex gel. Obviously, she assumed that Garrett wouldn’t want her tight, silky folds to be moulded around anyone else, and Hester wasn’t about to let that happen. But if the alternative is offering it to a stranger, that she’d never see again, and would be unable to find again for the purpose of attuning her pussy to Natsuko instead…
“Oh, that’s lovely ta hear, Hester!” he replies, feigning surprise. “I was hopin’ that you might be interested in a… promotion, let’s say. And maybe we’ll let Rachel do it on your days off.”
Letting out a huff of displeasure, Rachel rolls her eyes and gets up from the couch, saying that she needs to get back to work. On her way out, she gives Hester a mean glare, making sure that Garrett doesn’t see it, then leaving the two of them alone in the locker room. Which leaves Hester with a very important, and very unsavoury, job to do before she starts her shift.
“Ga… um… Mister Wade?” she says, hardly able to meet his eyes, with her cheeks flushing darkly. “You can, uh… you have permission to… s-stick your dick into my… into me.”
He raises an eyebrow, then despite the clear erection in his pants, just shrugs his shoulders.
“Thank you, Hester, but… are you askin’ me to do it?” he asks in turn, being deliberately obtuse. “Because I was under the impression that you didn’t like it when I fucked you…”
“Ugh… you know what I’m talking about!” Hester says, in no mood to play games. “I would r-rather that… that my pussy was shaped around you, someone I know, than a random stranger. Okay?”
Again, annoyingly, Garrett doesn’t jump at the opportunity. By the magically binding agreement they entered into at the arbitration office, he’s now allowed to shove his cock into the cunt currently sat in his hands. But he continues to hold out, looking up at Hester, and she realises exactly what he wants from her. Gritting her teeth, she exhales a soft breath, then opens her mouth.
“D-Daddy… ugh… would you p-please… put your cock in my pussy?”
“Oh, come now Hester, I think you can do better than that!”
Hester knows she needs to do this to have any chance of reclaiming her genitals as something her and her girlfriend can enjoy, instead of losing them to someone she doesn’t know, and won’t be able to find. Not without going around the entire city, trying to find a penis that perfectly fits her puss, like some kind of perverted reverse Cinderella. So, she meets Garrett’s eyes this time, acutely aware of how he’s looking at her body.
“Please, Daddy! F-fuck me, and… mmngh~… mould my cheating cunt into the shape of your cock!”
Garrett nods his head, finally satisfied, as he stands up off the couch. Reaching down to his pants, he starts to pull his dick out, but then gestures towards a table at the side of the room. Set up in front of a mirror, it’s got various cosmetics, usually used by the strippers and waitresses to do their makeup before shifts. Not that Hester ever had to – or will have to, if Gigi is to be believed.
“Bend over, then.”
“What? I… I thought you’d just…”, Hester stammers, suddenly a little less confident. She didn’t think she’d have to do it with him! “I thought you’d use the p-portal?”
“Nuh-uh. Obviously, you make a convenient little wank-toy, but if you really want me to be the one to claim that little lesbian clam of yours…”, he says, shrugging. His meaning is obvious – Hester can’t compartmentalise it this time, pretend that she’s got no control in the situation. Instead, she has to actively submit to him. Hester doesn’t like the idea of calling his bluff, not on something as important as this, so she reluctantly bends over the makeup table, while Garrett closes the portal. With her cunt still exposed to the room, but in a different way, she shudders as the man moves closer behind her.
While he does so, Hester is forced to look at her reflection. Leaning over the table, with her tits falling out of the ill-fitting top, she looks like a whore. The sort of girl that really would work at the Prancing Bicorn, and might even stand out – like she unwittingly asked Gigi to make her into. Still, she should damn well hope that she’ll get more tips from this, because she’s going to need them to get the changes reversed.
“Now, just hold still a moment, while I…”, Garrett says, lining himself up, and grasping Hester’s hips. One of his thumbs traces over something on her lower back, as if there’s something there as well, but Hester is too focused on the feeling of his cock nudging her slit to worry about a new tramp stamp. Bracing herself for what’s to come, expecting the familiar tightness and discomfort that comes from Garrett’s oversized cock…
“Ahhhn~!”
Hester is surprised by the moan which spills forth from her lips, the pleasured moan. Waves of oscillating, tingling arousal spread from her pussy, which seems to be parting happily for Garrett’s shaft. His bare shaft, she realises belatedly, the idea of moulding around a condom-clad cock having not even occurred to her. But it’s too late now, as he sinks deeper and deeper inside of her magically-infused cunt, each ridge, vein and bump imprinting itself in her soft tissue.
And he continues deeper than last time as well, inch by inch, the previous numbness giving way to sensitivity in spectacular fashion. She could’ve been doing this with Natsuko, could’ve been feeling this good with her girlfriend, instead of presenting her rump to this fat, bigoted slob. It still doesn’t change the chilling sense of deep satisfaction she feels when his balls tap against her caged clit, and the tip of his shaft nestles comfortably against her cervix.
Then holding steady, neither of them speaking, the NanoHex gel really gets to work. A harsh, pins-and-needles tingling runs through her crotch, swirling and gushing and bubbling as her insides are forcefully reshaped in the image of Garrett’s bare, uncut cock. Gripping her hips tightly, Garrett groans in satisfaction, apparently enjoying the feeling as well. But as the spell starts to wind down, the final wisps of magic solidifying the changes to her pussy…
“Nnngh~!”
Behind her, Garrett groans – and she feels a hot, thick spurt of jizz inside of her, splattering through her momentarily malleable cervix, to pool inside her uterus. Several more follow, each one accompanied with a hammer-blow of unimaginable pleasure, quickly driving Hester to the first orgasm she’s had in over a week of edging and denial, irrevocably paired with Garrett’s climax.
When she comes down from it, slumping against the table with shaking legs, he’s withdrawn his shaft, leaving her pussy feeling normal again… aside from a faint sense of emptiness. Hester realises, with a pit of worry in her gut, that he didn’t just use the NanoHex gel to mould her lesbian pussy around the shape of a man’s cock, locking that as the only way she can feel true pleasure. Instead, it was specifically shaped, whether deliberately or not, around his unprotected cock ejaculating into her womb.
“Fuuuck, Hester… mmmn~…” Garrett moans, clearly supremely satisfied with what he just did. “I’ll look forward to usin’ that again! But for now, you’ve got a new uniform.”
Hester grumbles, pushing herself to her feet, swearing to herself that there’s no way she’ll let that happen again, not with only one dose of morning after potion remaining. A glob of Garrett’s thick, potent spunk starts to dribble from her hole, as she follows the man to one of the lockers against the back wall. Opening it up, her eyes widen at the sight of what he expects her to wear, wondering how she could’ve ever found fault with the old uniform. And yet, she knows that she has to, or all she’s just done was for nothing.
“Oh! And I even got you one of the personalised collars, with your name on it…”
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It took Natsuko far too long to clean up after the incident with the jar. Even getting off the couch was tricky, having to reach down to remove the funnel (once it’d fully emptied), then waiting for the jizz to settle deeper in her colon. Squeezing her butthole tight, she just barely made it to Garrett’s bathroom, where she allowed the makeshift semen enema, or semenema, to pour into the water below. There was a lot of it, and she shuddered through another unwanted orgasm as it streamed out of her butt, even though Garrett had reactivated the chastity orb.
And even then, she was worried that she might actually block the pipes, several flushes needed to get rid of the last of the congealed nut-butter, with plenty of it still clinging to her innards. After that, she had to hurry home and change into something reasonable to wear on the bus, which turned up late anyway, so it was a while before she eventually got to the Prancing Bicorn Gentlemen’s Club.
Natsuko hadn’t actually gone inside before, giving Hester space for the unfortunate job. Still, this is important – she needs to check how her girlfriend is doing, and hope that she didn’t go to the E-Z-Bim salon. After Garrett left, she checked the internet again, and didn’t find anything out about it. But then on the bus, using her phone’s cellular data instead of the WiFi, all sorts of worrying articles came up, posts on reddit about how dangerous the place is, and even several pages on dodgy forums talking about how to trick a girl into going there… including blocking all of the unwanted search results at the router.
She’s feeling a little sick by the time she arrives, night already starting to fall, and a modest queue outside to get in. It seems that, despite its sordid reputation (or, more likely because of it), the Prancing Bicorn is a popular spot. For men, at least. Still, they behave well enough under the watchful eye of an intimidating bouncer, and Natsuko pays the entrance charge without a second thought, stepping into a world of flashing neon and pounding music.
Dressed in an oversized hoodie and jeans, she’s glad that nobody could mistake her for an employee, even if her feminine features get a few second looks. Scanning her eyes around the room, avoiding women in tall heels and men with thick wallets, she doesn’t spot Hester at first. It’s almost a relief, until she starts to look closer… and one girl in particular stands out.
Nothing about her is like Hester. Where Natsuko’s girlfriend is flat-chested, this one has big, round, obnoxiously fake tits, with glowing pink piercings connected to a tray that wraps around her hourglass waist. A fat booty, instead of a toned butt, long, platinum blonde curls instead of short trimmed black hair. Dressed in fluorescent pink and blue latex, a tight-fitting garter and stockings, which leave her jugs exposed. And a matching collar around her throat, with a small silver ring at the front, and ‘ONAHOLE’ spelled out in glowing letters.
She would’ve dismissed this shameless bimbo, if it hadn’t been for two things. Firstly, she has a familiar portal device on her tray, beside a stack of condoms, with a cum-dripping pussy visible in the hole, and a pink portal glowing between her legs. She has a similar blue field of light covering her mouth, and plush, glossy pink DSLs protruding from another portal in her hand, which she seems to be talking from. Even with all of that, Natsuko would’ve first believed that Garrett had put portals on another girl before thinking it was Hester.
But then she catches Onahole’s gaze from across the room, as she offers her mouth to a man for a humiliatingly low amount – and her girlfriend’s familiar brown eyes widen in recognition and shame. Turning away, Natsuko doesn’t stay to watch, though she can’t banish the image from her mind. Nor can she quite ignore how much it makes her cock strain against her chastity…
Chapter 6: Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth
Notes:
I've been writing and posting my stories for quite a while - and I've decided to share some of them on AO3 as well, in case it brings in a wider audience! Which means you can check out more of my smut, which includes games and comics, at my Hentai Foundry page, but I'll also be tweeting out chapter updates at my Twitter account.
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After Hester’s first night in her new role, she didn’t exactly know how to face her girlfriend. Arriving home late to find Natsuko already in bed, she simply slipped out of the ill-fitting clothes she’d been left with, and then joined her under the covers. Left unsaid is how Hester was able to offer her pussy to strangers without the NanoHex gel activating, but they do embrace, holding each other tight.
Come morning, they were taking things slow, with Hester awkwardly wearing a flannel shirt (which wouldn’t even close over her new tits), and a pair of boxer shorts, now tight and uncomfortable over her inflated rump. Unfortunately, before the two of them could properly talk about Hester’s new job, her employer arrives – carrying a surprising amount of shopping bags, along with a bulging carryall.
“Mornin’ girls!” he cheerfully greets them, barging past Natsuko at the door, and moving towards the kitchen corner of her apartment. “Ya did good work last night, Hester. Those holes of yours were a real hit!”
While Natsuko quietly closes the door behind him, Garrett sets the large bag he’s carrying on the dining table, smiling as Hester approaches. His gaze barely meets her eyes, of course, travelling down to stare at her heaving bosom, unconstrained, and likely unable to be covered by any of her or Natsuko’s clothing. Nor can they afford to purchase any replacements. Which, it seems, is why Garrett is here in the first place.
“Anyway, I got some new stuff for you to wear,” he says, gesturing at the bags. “I doubt these new tits of yours will fit into much of your old clothing, right? Heh~, you used to be flat as a board! These fat jugs are much better.”
Hester had been preoccupied a little during last night’s shift, but now that she’s had some time for the changes to sink in… her new breasts really are ridiculous. Several pounds of firm, mana-laced silicone implanted into her chest, unmistakeably artificial, though her skin was healed without leaving any scars. So it barely even feels personal when Garrett reaches forward and cups on in his hand, giving it an appraising squeeze.
“Hey!” Hester protests, after a moment to process what’s happening. “You can’t just barge in here, and… start groping me!”
Garrett shrugs his shoulders, clearly not caring what Hester thinks – he doesn’t even let go until she takes a step back. Natsuko moves to her side, circling the couch in the centre of the room, glancing down at the ‘gifts’ that Garrett had brought with him. Clearing his throat, the man gestures at them as well, raising his eyebrows in admonishment.
“Ahem~… is that any way to thank me? For going out of my way and bringing you something decent to wear? I even included some gym clothes! I know how much you like to work out.”
Meeting his smug gaze with a glare of her own, though it’s diminished by her glittery eyeshadow and the vibrant pink hue of her plush, glossy lips, Hester exhales softly. Unfortunately, she knows full well that her current wardrobe wouldn’t support her new figure, as she futilely tries to pull her flannel shirt to cover her pierced nipples. Even so, any offer of support from this jerk should be taken with a generous pinch of salt.
“Thanks… I suppose. Is that all?”
“Mm-hmm, yes, yes. Don’t let me keep you,” he says, though it doesn’t fill Hester with confidence. Even if he doesn’t want something strictly in exchange, she’s sure that the clothing isn’t exactly going to be modest, or of the tomboy style she prefers. “Although…”
Hester groans, rolling her eyes as Garrett turns back towards her, just as she expected. Raising his hand again, he doesn’t give her teats another squeeze, and instead brushes his fingers along her cheek, rubbing his thumb against Hester’s lips.
“If you really want to show your gratitude… mmmn~… why don’t you show me what these dick-milkers of yours have learned?”
“Huh? W-what the fuck, Garrett! Why would…”
“Eh, it’s okay if you don’t wanna,” he responds immediately, almost dismissively. “I’m sure your li’l girlfriend will do it on your behalf. Just like how she jerked me off so I’d keep using a condom, or yesterday when she let me play with her butt to get you a new job…”
Natsuko looks at Garrett, her eyes widening as he carelessly breaches the unspoken secrecy of their agreement. In turn, Hester looks at her girlfriend, confirming that what Garrett just said is true. Sure, she also made some deals with this jerk without telling Natsuko, but… she was the one with her holes on the line!
“Natsuko, babe, you…. went behind my back?” Hester asks, though she already knows the answer, her furrowed brows tilting downwards, and her gut clenching. “After I specifically told you that I was fine, and had the situation under control? Well… ugh~… don’t worry. I can do this myself!”
With a burst of impulsiveness, Hester drops to her knees and pulls Garrett’s sweatpants down, his half-hard cock flopping out. It still stinks of her pussy, with dried jizz encrusting the glans, and she hesitates for a moment – this is, after all, her first time sucking a cock in person. And she certainly doesn’t want to do it. But… she’s not about to back down from her words, even with Natsuko watching this happen right in front of her, so she opens her lips and reluctantly wraps them around Garrett’s shaft.
In the back of Hester’s mind, she hardly even seems to notice that she discounted Natsuko’s smaller penis as not counting as a cock she’s sucked.
“Mmmmn~… tha’s a good girl,” Garrett says, while resting a hand against her platinum-blonde hair. Contrary to how she first serviced his shaft, from another city through a portal, Hester’s technique is markedly improved. Quite literally, in this case, as her glossy cock-kissers leave vibrant pink rings around Garrett’s cock.
Behind her, unable to look away, Natsuko watches her girlfriend willingly suck a middle-aged man’s sweaty, unwashed prick. The pink glow from her chastity orb still glows through her pyjama pants, but it’s something that Natsuko is shamefully thankful of right now. At least it keeps Garrett and Hester from seeing how much her stiffy is throbbing, aching for release… though they’re not really paying attention to her. Instead, Hester is glaring up at the bastard whose cock she’s sloppily worshipping, and he’s smirking down at her.
“It’s gratifying to see a bimbo like you in her proper place… heh~, some dyke you turned out to be!”
Hester bristles at the comment, but doesn’t stop sucking, taking Garrett’s shaft down her throat, alternating with her tongue swirling around his glans. The piercing isn’t even active right now, much to Hester’s shame, and she’s well aware that this is something she’s choosing to do. For a good reason, but it’s still of her own volition.
When Garrett eventually finishes, she keeps her lips suctioned tight around the girth, swallowing down the thick, potent seed. There’s a gross amount of it, much more viscous than Natsuko’s, and Hester can’t help but compare it to when he dumped a load into her unprotected womb… which forced her to finish off her stock of morning-after potion. That’s something she’ll need to tell Natsuko. But for now, after pulling away from the cock with a soft pop, Hester stands up without and grabs the carryall from the table, heaving it beside her as she moves toward the door.
“There. Happy? I’m off to the gym before work,” she says, then spares a softer glance for Natsuko. “We’ll, um… chat later, okay?”
Then she’s gone, pulling clothing randomly from the top of the bag to cover herself on her way out the door. Which leaves Garrett to put his soft, well-sucked cock back into his sweatpants, while Natsuko tries to process what just happened.
“Your girlfriend’s damn good at that, Natsuko,” he says, glancing to one side at her, still frozen in place. “If you’re not careful, I just might make her mine…”
Finally, that seems to get through to Natsuko, and she shakes her head vigorously. Recovering some of her indignation, she steps over to the door as well, opening it for Garrett to leave through.
“Wha…? No! There’s no way Hester would… she’s not a thing for you to claim! Now, if you’re quite done?”
Of course, that ignores the fact that her mouth and cunt are currently things for him to claim, according to the law. Garrett just shrugs the rebuke off, though, and follows Natsuko to the door. He pauses just before leaving though, to retrieve a few more bags, and what appear to be several shoeboxes as well.
“Sure, sure… anyway, here’s the rest of the stuff for Hester. A few pairs of heels, some proper jewellery, all the things I expect for my Prancing Bicorn girls. And… heh~… if you want to have some fun together, I included a little something extra that you might want to try!”
Natsuko rolls her eyes, but accepts the additional boxes anyway, sure that they’ll only use the bare minimum. And if the idea of Hester’s artificial curves being crammed into tiny dresses excites her a little, that’s not strange at all. They are girlfriends! When Garrett finally does leave, she takes some time to sort through them, and an idea for how to make it up to Hester starts to take shape in her mind.
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As it turns out, the gym closest to Natsuko’s apartment is quite a nice one – and has a deal with the Prancing Bicorn, offering their employees free membership as a perk of the job. The intentions are plainly selfish on Garrett’s part, as he obviously wants the girls at the club to be fit enough to twirl around poles, but it works well enough for Hester.
But then again, this is the first opportunity she’s had to work out since yesterday’s makeover. Rifling through the bag that she’d grabbed, Hester quickly realises that Garrett wasn’t going to pick out any conservative sweatpants or shirts. Instead, the best she can manage is a tight pink tank top, which at least covers her tits without them falling out, a pair of glittery spandex shorts which cling to her arse like a second skin, and a pair of wedge-heeled running shoes. It’s odd, the subtle changes that she’s only belatedly noticing, like how her ankles feel tighter, and are uncomfortable in flat shoes now.
Tying her hair up into a tighter ponytail using a hairband from the bag, which apparently has a minor styling enchantment embedded to make her ponytail curly and voluminous, she’s not about to give up on her personal fitness. So she puts in her earbuds, finds an empty treadmill, and goes for a run, thankful that the enchanted implants seem to handle the exertion pretty well.
Once she’s in zone, Hester feels like she can finally think. About Natsuko, Garrett, her situation as a whole. What felt like a bottomless pit last night, when the fat jerk was jizzing inside of her, marking her pussy as his own… she knows is only temporary. As soon as college starts, she’ll get her portals back, and will be able to focus on continuing her life plans. Which means she’ll need to go to the entrance interview in a few days, although that’s more of a formality than anything, as she’s already been accepted, and she’s sure that she can make herself look professional for a single day.
And it’s just as well that she’ll be able to quit the job soon. It’s absolutely humiliating, having to offer up her holes to men like that, especially for money. Even then, she’s not actually earning much more than she did when she was waitressing, it’s just that more of it comes home with her instead of paying off her stupid debt to Garrett. Which shouldn’t matter, of course, not unless-
“Hey, sweetness! You come here often?”
While Hester had been running, lost in her own thoughts and the rhythmic music pumping through her earbuds, she didn’t notice some other patrons of the gym approaching. In fact, as she glances to one side, she can see two men with well-defined muscles, clearly staring at her gyrating buttocks. One is at least pretending to work out on a weight machine, but the other is just shamelessly watching. Looking forward again, Hester tries to ignore them.
“Daaaaamn, look at dat booty bounce…”
“Wouldn’t mind helping her stretch, if ya know what I mean, eh?”
“An’ those lips? Fuuuck, I bet she spends half her time on her knees!”
Unfortunately, the crass comments continue, as if she’s not even there. With her temper rising, certainly not helped by her interactions with Garrett earlier in the day, she halts the treadmill and turns around to confront them. Exactly what she would’ve done in her old gym, and in most situations like this. Unfortunately, a muscular tomboy with a buzzcut demands a little more respect than how she looks now.
“Can I help you two with something?” Hester says, rhetorically. She crosses her arms, which only serves to push her tits up even further, while trying to glare. Unfortunately, her two ‘admirers’ don’t view it as such. The one on the weight machine stands up, the motion causing something to sway inside his loose shorts, while the other shamelessly looks her up and down.
“Oh, I bet you can, honey… what say you squeeze between us, and we make some Neapolitan ice cream?”
It takes Hester a moment to parse that – until she realises that one of the men is white, while the other is east Asian, perhaps Japanese. Strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate. It’s admittedly somewhat creative, though the implication of them propositioning her for a threesome is hardly welcome.
“Ugh. First of all, no woman would want a pair of chauvinistic pricks like you. Secondly, I’m a lesbian. Thirdly, fuck off.”
The men look at each other, scepticism mingling with irritation, before they roll their eyes and step back. One of them holds his hands up, though he doesn’t stop ogling her generous, sweaty cleavage as he makes an apology.
“My bad,” he says, though his tone doesn’t seem to mean it. “It’s just, dressed like that, with the makeup, and those tits… you look like you’re only here to get dicked down. No need to be a cunt about it!”
Managing to insult her even more, even when trying to back down, Hester just turns around and walks away, flipping them off over her shoulder. They watch her leave, but don’t move to follow, which is something at least. They might be perverts, but they’re not about to risk getting kicked out of the gym. Although, one of them does turn to the other as Hester’s nearly out of earshot, asking a question which worries her a little…
“Hey bro, what’s the name of that club? Y’know, the one whose girls all come here to work out?”
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Elsewhere in the city, a bell chimes as three people enter a quiet shopfront. One man, approaching middle-age, with a paunchy belly and hairy chest showing through his unbuttoned shirt. And a younger woman on either side of him, one a tall, buxom blonde, and the other a shorter, sullen redhead. Approaching the front desk, the blonde woman smiles and waves her hand, while pressing her butt up against the man’s hip.
“Hiya! We’ve got, um… three appointments? Under the name Mister Garrett Wade!”
The receptionist smiles in response, looking up their booking details, as the three customers wait. Garrett squeezes the blonde’s hip, and pulls the petite redhead’s shoulder closer to his side, quietly confident that this next step is going to be an important one. And all because of some dumb girl whose parcel got sent to the wrong address.
“Okay, I’ve found it,” the woman behind the desk says. “Three appointments, one for Crystal, one for Rachel, and… oooh, one for Garrett himself? We don’t often do men! You can all take a seat, the arcanist will call you through shortly.”
Thanking the receptionist, Garrett guides the girls over to a pair of chairs in the lobby area, sitting down and then patting his thigh. Crystal happily perches on his lap, while Rachel rolls her eyes and takes her own seat. She seems a little flustered about coming here, but still resolute, contrasting Crystal’s giddy acceptance.
“So, boss,” Rachel says, resting her chin in her hand as she looks up at Garrett. “You sure this is all legit? We get one of these things, then… just carry on doing our job, but you double our pay?”
“Yup,” he says, while brazenly moving a hand to squeeze Crystal’s bottom. She doesn’t seem to mind, just wriggling in place as she presses her chest against Garrett’s. “You each offer up one hole to me, standard fixed-term contract, then keep on doing your thing. I’ll sort out the rest!”
“Well, shit…” she replies, letting out a soft sigh. “Better this than what happened to the new girl, I suppose. You good, Crystal?”
The blonde girl just giggles and nods, apparently happy to go along with anything that Garrett suggests. And as an arcanist comes out to call the first of them through, Garrett is very satisfied with the direction this is going. One set of portal holes to fuck is fun, but a novelty. Three sets, however, is the start of something much bigger…
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“Hest… uh… Onahole! A word, please?”
Before her shift at the Prancing Bicorn, as she’s getting changed into her excessively revealing, glowing latex uniform, Hester is approached by Siobhan, the club’s manager. It’s a minor relief that Garrett doesn’t spend much time here, even if, when she asked one of the other girls about it, the answer they gave was… troubling. Apparently, he kept knocking up the dancers, and can’t afford to pay any more child support. Whether that’s true or not, Hester is just pleased it means Garrett’s not here today, after her humiliating oral submission to him this morning.
“Oh, g-good evening! Is everything okay?”
There’s a smile on Sioban’s face, but she sits down next to Hester on one of the changing room’s benches, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. The other girls make a little room for the conversation, none of them judgmental, although Hester’s still glad that the smug, redheaded ‘Rape Doll’ isn’t there to watch her being scolded.
“A pair of customers came and spoke to me earlier, Onahole. Apparently, you met them at the gym…?”
She immediately knows what Siobhan is talking about, and the look of guilt that flashes across her face is enough to confirm the manager’s unspoken question. Releasing a soft sigh, she continues to speak, not waiting for any excuses or justifications, and still calling Hester by the name on her collar.
“I know it’s unpleasant, Onahole, but if you’re going to be insulting potential clients, even outside of work… you know we can’t have that, right?”
Hester grits her teeth, but nods her head. Having to hold her tongue while at work is bad enough, but needing to be nice to anyone that might recognise her from the Prancing Bicorn is a little more difficult. Thankfully, Siobhan has something in mind which might make that more of a feasible proposition, and to keep her from losing this lifeline of a job before she gets her portals back.
“Mister Wade gave me some instructions in case something like this happened. A way to, ah… help you out, with that enchanted tongue piercing, if you’re faced with jerks like that again. How does that sound?”
“What?!” Hester asks, hardly believing that the solution being offered is just more corruption. “I don’t want that!”
“Well,” Siobhan says, “can you promise that you won’t cuss out the next guy that comes on to you?”
Hester purses her lips, pausing for a moment while she pulls on a stocking. Even back when she didn’t look like a blow-up sex doll, she had trouble biting her tongue around misogynistic arseholes. Now that the safety of her job is riding on not defending herself from comments like that, it might be worth a little external help.
“N… no. Ugh~… I suppose I’ll… accept the help then.”
From how Siobhan worded it, Hester assumes that it’ll be something akin to freezing her tongue if she’s about to throw an insult back at a man hitting on her. Similar to the way the piercing takes control of her tongue while the mouth portal is active, spewing out humiliating greetings. Nodding her head, Hester reluctantly extends her tongue, rolling it out over her pink lower lip. Siobhan clearly commiserates with her struggle, but she’s the manager, and also doesn’t have to suck off every entitled jerk with a tenner. So, she reaches forward to tap the sapphire embedded in Hester’s tongue.
“Activate training routine seventeen B, maximum fidelity, magnitude three.”
A shiver radiates from the piercing, down through Hester’s body, causing her tongue to go numb for a moment, and the cage around her clitoris to buzz for just a second. It actually feels somewhat pleasant, the only sensation she’s had from down there since the cage was pierced into place through her clitoral hood, although she could do without the brief moment of dizziness between her ears.
“Is that… it?”
Nothing else seems to happen, so Siobhan just shrugs and lets Hester continue getting dressed. After stepping into the ridiculous platform stripper-heels, and hooking the tray onto her nipple piercings, she collects her… Garrett’s portals from Siobhan, and heads out to the club floor. Pretty quickly, someone waves her down from one of the corner booths, and she approaches with an apprehensive smile – which twists into a grimace when she recognises the two guys from earlier in the day.
“Oh hey, you’re that so-called lesbo from the gym!” one of them says, leaning forwards with a wary smile. “The manager said you’ve got an apology for us?”
Instinctively, Hester opens her mouth with a retort, only to realise halfway through that it’s not going to come out. But instead of just freezing her tongue, the piercing buzzes again – accompanied with another vibration between her legs. Silent and subtle enough that nobody else would notice, but the half-second of dizziness distracts her from what she’s saying, and the brief burst of pleasure is enough to nudge at her smouldering arousal. Especially when her Garrett-moulded folds, despite being almost always wet, are numb to her touch.
bzzt
“Um, I’m like, thuper-duper sowwy! Dumb whores like me totes shouldn’t talk back to men!”
Hester doesn’t immediately register what she said, but the two gym bros certainly seem to like it, shuffling away from each other to make a space between them, and beckoning her onto the couch.
“Hah! Told ya she must be like that, bro,” one of them says to the other, and they bump fists. “Now c’mon babe, take a seat. What’s your name?”
It’s her job to interact with clients like this, though she had mostly been quiet during her first shift, so Hester tries to continue doing so as she shuffles between the two men. Unfortunately, the piercing in her tongue has other ideas, buzzing a second time, even when she hadn’t been intending to speak.
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“My nameth Onahole! You wanna fuck my holeth?”
Offering the two portals up, and unscrewing the tops, her plush lips and juicy cunt are transposed to the ends of the devices. And with them exposed, and the truth of her role in the club laid bare, the guys don’t take long to pull their pants down and pass her a couple of notes. Hester’s at least able to insist that the one using her pussy also use a condom – even if he grabs one of the blue-packaged ones. She was introduced to them last night, an annoying variety which works as a filter. It blocks sperm, but not semen, and is mythically thin, so men can enjoy the sensation of giving bareback creampies without any of the risk.
“Looks like we got that chocolate after all! Mmmn~…” the one holding her pussy says. “Damn, an’ this cunt is tight, bro! How’s her mouth?”
At least the other cock being shoved into her mouth cuts off any more humiliating bimbo-speak. It’s a small consolation, sat between the two guys who brazenly insulted her in the gym, while they smugly double-team her.
“Shiiiit~…” the other replies, “it’s some fuckin’ top notch head! Like these lips were made for cock!”
More inane, insulting chatter bounces between them as they wank with her holes, pussy tightening and squeezing, while her plump, pink DSLs leave another set of rings on this dude’s shaft. Forced to enthusiastically service each of them, it doesn’t take long before they finish inside of her. Pumping their jizz down her throat, and into her pent-up cunt, she’s still unable to cum from a cock that isn’t Garrett’s.
The humiliation isn’t done with them finishing inside of her, though. As they hand back the portals, the man with her crotch in hand tilts it up and over her bosom, leaking a glob of sperm-free cum onto her bare titties.
“Oop! Don’t wanna spill any of that, do we? In fact,” he trails off, sharing a smirk with his buddy. “Why don’t you clean yourself up? A lesbian like you shouldn’t have any trouble eating out a cunt, right?”
Hester rolls her eyes, taking a deep breath, as she starts to politely decline again – unfortunately, it seems the training routine that Siobhan activated also applies when the portal is open. Of course, it can’t force her to actually do what she said, but it does back her into something of a corner. And besides, she does need to clear out the thick, salty jism that’s starting to dribble from her slit.
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“Mmmn~… like, I love slurpin’ a proper man’s cummies outta my sloppy dyke-hole!”
Holding one portal in each hand, as the two gym bros continue to watch, Hester brings them close together. Extending her tongue, it’s a little mind-bending to see it in front of her, but she manages to press it up against her leaking pussy. The taste is familiar, though not as unpleasant as Garrett’s, as Hester licks and slurps at herself. The position is awkward, and plenty spills over her lips, but it’s apparently enough for the men beside her to be satisfied. And, as she glances up around her, an inspiration to the other customers waiting for her services…
---
After another long, hard shift at the Prancing Bicorn Gentlemen’s Club, and a restless night’s sleep cuddled up beside Natsuko, Hester is pleased to finally have a day off. And while the morning was nice and quiet, along with an attempt at studying in the afternoon, her girlfriend had something in mind for the evening.
“Are you, um… sure about this, Natsuko?” Hester asks. “I mean, I look like… like a…”
She’s still a little bashful after yesterday’s display, half expecting Natsuko to be angry with her for what she did. But instead of hiding her feelings and suppressing their connection, Natsuko seemed to want to be more open. Including, apparently, doing more than just mope about in the apartment.
“Hester, you look… ahem~… well, I know it’s not what you prefer, but… you’re still you. We haven’t had a proper date in ages, and… I’ve even got a surprise for later!”
While she certainly appreciates the intent, Hester’s not entirely sure about the outfit that Natsuko picked out for her. Her curves are squeezed into a glittery pink minidress, with a little leather jacket covering her shoulders. Thigh-high platform-heeled boots cling to her legs, black and pink leather, and a handbag shaped like a pair of lips caps the outfit. Natsuko is wearing a black and gold backless dress, rather more her style, but at least similarly dressed up.
“Aha~… I s-suppose we can’t let Garrett ruin all our free time, right?”
Taking it as the olive branch that Natsuko meant, Hester smiles and takes her girlfriend’s arm, the tension between them melting away. Sure, she might look like a bimbo wet dream, but she’s got Natsuko beside her, and this ordeal should soon be over with. She can just be herself, and let her hair down for an evening’s fun.
Going to a trendy little bar a few blocks from their apartment, Hester and Natsuko stick together, gradually slipping back into their usual comfort with each other. A few drinks help with that, and they’re soon talking about the upcoming start of college, mutual friends, TV shows, and all the entertaining mundanities of real life. They both enjoy the night, hours ticking away with their love for each other. But that’s not all Natsuko has planned, and while Hester finishes her last drink, she stands up.
“Now, umm~… I’m just going to the bathroom, ‘kay?”, she says, planting a peck on Hester’s cheek. “I’ll s-see you at the bar, then we can go!”
Hester nods, much less self-conscious than she had been previously, as she walks over to the bar with her half-finished beer. Even a few drinks down, she can still walk confidently in the stiletto heels that Garrett had provided for her, hips swaying underneath the tight dress. Unfortunately, when she gets to the bar, she’s not alone.
“Heyyyyy baby! What’s a fine thing like you doing here all alone?”
The greeting comes from a man who sidles in from further along the bar, a cocky smirk on his handsome face, not too dissimilar from the jerks that Hester met at the gym. Of course, a bar is a much more normal place to meet people, but she’s still not in the mood to get hit on by strangers. So she rolls her eyes and-
bzzt
Shit.
“Tehehe~! I’m, like… waitin’ for a man to pay attention to me, o’ course!”
Her tongue piercing vibrates again, apparently still active, as well as transmitting the sensation down to her cunny, and an itch at the base of her skull. Hester’s still been unable to orgasm since Garrett fucked her, so she’s already somewhat pent up, and a soft gasp accompanies the enticing response to this dude. Trying to deter him with body language also doesn’t seem to work, as Hester’s lips twist into an unwanted smile while he presses closer, eyes shamelessly scanning down to her cleavage.
“Well, you’ve certainly got that… the name’s Darius. What should I call you, sweetness?”
In hindsight, Hester knows that coming out in public like this, without even testing to see if her tongue piercing is still doing that thing, was perhaps not the greatest idea. She just got all caught up in Natsuko’s excitement, and felt safe with her girlfriend beside her. Which… might be what she needs to hold out for. Putting a hand between her and Darius, she doesn’t even have the muscle to push him away anymore, nor does he really deserve a slap for going along with what she’s saying.
bzzt
“Hiya, Darius! You c’n call me Onahole… mmmn~… an’ you can totes give my titties a gwope, if you wanna!”
Hester quickly reconsiders whether he deserves a slap when Darius’ arms wrap around her, one hand on her tits, and the other cupping her arse. Despite her anger rapidly building, she still can’t express that on her face or with her words, and the new position doesn’t give her the leverage to properly push him away. So, she just has to keep giggling as he fondles her body, while the beer fuzzes her senses, and her pussy shamefully drips down her thigh.
“Daaaamn, girl, I’ve hit the jackpot!”, Darius says, hefting one of Hester’s silicone-stuffed titties in one hand, not even able to fully grasp it. “How’d you like to come home with me?”
bzzt
“Mmmn~… you can cum wherever you want!”
The words spilling forth from her lips just get worse and worse, her tongue betraying her, as Darius’s hands continue to explore her body. Thankfully, before he can go too far, a familiar voice breaks the tension between them, and Hester looks over her shoulder with a grateful smile.
“Hester? What are you doing…?”
Natsuko is back from the bathroom, standing with a confused expression on her face, as she watches her girlfriend getting fondled by a stranger. Unfortunately, Hester had always been the more assertive one in their relationship, so Natsuko is frozen in place, looking between the tittering bimbo and the confident man with a worried look in her eyes. Before Hester can respond, Darius gives her arse a possessive pat, keeping his prize close to his chest.
“Heh~… sorry for interrupting your girls’ night,” he says, grossly misinterpreting the girls’ relationship. “But we’re gonna take our leave now. Ain’t that right, Onahole?”
The use of that name seems to convince Natsuko that something is wrong, as well as a glint of blue shining from between Hester’s lips. Of course, right in front of her girlfriend, she’s forced to reply to Darius’ demeaning, patronising words once again.
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“Uh-huh~! I’m gonna be, like… such a good bimbo fuckdoll for you!”
“Oh, no, nuh-uh. She’s… she’s drunk, and, uh…”, Natsuko interjects, clearly struggling to stand up for herself. “She’s coming home with her gir… her friend. Me! Okay?”
Clenching her fists, and absently drifting one of her hands as if to cover something going on in her crotch, Natsuko balls up her courage and darts forward to grab Hester’s arm. Thankfully, Darius doesn’t push the issues, just tutting in disappointment as Natsuko marches out of the bar with Hester trailing behind.
---
“F-fuck, Nat… mmn~… I’m so sorry about that, I… it’s something to do with the tongue piercing!”
Back in Natsuko’s apartment, safe and sound, Hester stumbles over to the bed and sheds her jacket. It feels like a sour end to a good night, cornered by a man who didn’t realise she was being forced to answer like that. She’s lucky that Natsuko was around to save her, because it would’ve been hard to rebuff a dude purely with body language, while her actual language is begging him to treat her like a brainless slut.
Natsuko doesn’t answer right away, as she fumbles about in the boxes that Garrett left by the front door, looking for one thing in particular. With her lower half covered by the couch, she nervously undresses, glancing over at Hester with a smile.
“It’s, um… okay, babe!” Natsuko replies, surprisingly cheerful. “I guessed that it was just, uh… something to do with your, you know…”
That still doesn’t stop Hester from pouting, humiliated by what she said, even if she didn’t mean to. Absently, she reaches down between her thighs to rub at her pussy, smouldering with warmth after the buzzing from the last couple days. Of course, her fingers aren’t able to do anything about that, and her false nails aren’t ideal for it anyway. While she does that, Hester finishes buckling on the gift that Garrett left, then walks over towards her girlfriend.
“So about that surprise I mentioned earlier… um…”
Hester looks down at Natsuko’s crotch, where a leather harness has been strapped in place. Curiously, her chastity orb has also deactivated, with a translucent panel squishing her penis up against her belly. In front of that, though, is a metal ring… an empty metal ring. Hester furrows her brow, leaning in a little closer at what is unmistakeably a harness for a strap-on, a toy that they haven’t really used before. But before she can ask what use it is, a flash of yellow light fills the empty ring. Then, flopping through the portal, is a cock.
A familiar cock, one that Hester has had inside of her multiple times before, and which was used to mould her cunt into its current shape. Here, jutting out from her girlfriend’s crotch, throbbing softly in her grip. She’s clearly guessed that Garrett activated the NanoHex gel, but seems surprisingly understanding about it.
“I know that I c-can’t exactly… satisfy you right now, but…”, Natsuko says, swallowing nervously as she steps towards Hester. “Maybe we could try to make something else work…? Just until you can fix it, of course!”
Hester doesn’t need any more persuading, and there’s no way she could turn down Natsuko after she asked like that, putting in the effort to find a way that they could have fun together. Directing her to grab a condom, Hester leans back and spreads her legs on Natsuko’s bed, trying not to think about how the base of that cock is actually connected to Garrett. The two of them don’t need any more words, their bodies slotting together as Natsuko presses her lips against Hester’s mouth in a passionate, loving kiss.
She bucks her hips forwards, and it’s almost like Hester’s pussy swallows Garrett’s cock, easily taking in the exposed length, and eliciting a grateful moan of pleasure. Hester continues to make out with Natsuko as they ‘fuck’, even if her smaller dick is trapped impotently against the inside of the strap. They keep on like that for a while, each thrust from Natsuko’s narrow hips pushing more of the other man’s prick into her girlfriend, and pulling more pleasured gasps from her throat.
But despite how well it matches her cunt, it’s still not enough for Hester to reach that much-needed climax. Even the thinness of the condom creates a tiny difference between that and the real thing, not to mention the different position – Garrett roughly claimed her pussy from behind, not as part of a loving, sensual embrace like this, with slow, gentle thrusts.
Not wanting to give up, whether consciously or not, Hester pushes her hips back up, trying to fit more of the cock deeper inside of her, questing for that perfect spot that was marked indelibly into her soft tissue. But unfortunately, try as she might to reach a much-needed orgasm, Natsuko gets there first.
“Ahhn~! H-Hester, I… mmmn~… I’m c-cumming!”
Despite not even penetrating anything, the rubbing of her stiffy against the inside of the strap, as well as the knowledge that Hester is actually getting fucked by someone else, causes a spurt of thin, watery jism to splatter out and onto Hester’s belly. And a moment later, Garrett reaches a release of his own – hotter, thicker nut-slop is pumped through the portal, filtered by the condom, and spewed directly against Hester’s twitching cervix, pushing her right to the edge of climax…
But not quite getting her there. Whether it’s the subconscious knowledge that this copulation is safe, the half-inch that was lost from the portal, or the slight disconnect from using a condom, Natsuko only succeeded in edging Hester right up to the precipice of orgasm. Pulling away from her girlfriend, she catches her breath as Garrett pulls his cock back through the portal, the light winking out a moment later. Squirming out of the harness, Natsuko then slumps onto the bed beside Hester, and takes her in her arms.
“Th-that… hah~… hah…”, Natsuko gasps, with a ragged smile. “How was th-that?”
Hester purses her lips, not wanting to tell Natsuko that her pussy is throbbing even worse than before, aching for release – which she’s starting to truly realise that only Garrett’s cock can give her. Unprotected, directly from him, spewing his seed into her vulnerable womb. But she obviously can’t have that, won’t let it happen, and she’ll be getting ownership of her body back soon anyway, so… she just smiles, and ignoring the needy warmth coiled in her gut.
“It was great, Nat,” Hester replies, trying to convince herself that she’s telling the truth. “Thank you…”
Chapter 7: Thicker than Water
Notes:
I've been writing and posting my stories for quite a while - and I've decided to share some of them on AO3 as well, in case it brings in a wider audience! Which means you can check out more of my smut, which includes games and comics, at my Hentai Foundry page, but I'll also be tweeting out chapter updates at my Twitter account.
Chapter Text
As the automatic doors of Natsuko’s local corner store open in front of her, Hester tries to keep her mind on the positives. Her parents haven’t found out about what’s happened to her, and it seems like she’ll be able to keep it that way. She’s got a loving, supportive girlfriend, who is standing by her. But most of all, it’ll soon be over.
The college entrance interview with Hester’s academic advisor is tomorrow, thankfully a woman, and she’s even applied for early enrolment. If all goes well, she’ll technically be starting college the day after that, and with the portals back in her possession, Hester will be able to start putting this ordeal behind her. Stepping forwards, her pink platform pumps clacking on the tile floor, Hester is nonetheless reminded of the less pleasant aspects of her situation. Of which there are many.
“Can I help you, uh… miss?”, asks the cashier, leaning over the counter as he fails to hide how much he’s ogling Hester’s body.
bzzt
“Ahn~…”
She can’t help but let out a breathy, needy gasp as the tongue stud resonates with her caged clit, stoking the ever-present embers of her arousal. It’s been almost a week since her last orgasm, bent over a table in the changing room of a strip club, as Garrett moulded her pussy into the shape of his cock – and nothing’s managed to scratch that itch in the meantime. Glancing at the man, her plush, pink cock-milkers continue to answer with no conscious input from her, something she’s resignedly gotten used to.
“Hehe~! You can, like, toteth help yourself to my jigglies!”
More used to the tongue stud’s flirty affectations, Hester strides further into the store without stopping to see if the man takes her up on the offer, the cool air from the AC sending a shiver across her exposed skin. Of which there is a lot – her braless titties are jiggling freely in a sparkly pink tube top, pierced nipples poking through the shiny fabric, unambiguously fake. Meanwhile, her arse sways in a tiny pair of jean shorts, held together with laces that display her lack of panties.
And this outfit is, if anything, relatively conservative compared to the rest of the clothing that Garrett bought for her. At least her (dripping, swollen) pussy won’t be visible if she bends over. Obviously, she’d rather wear something else while she browses the shelves of the corner store, even one of Natsuko’s too-small shirts would be better, but Garrett insists on it, and the tongue piercing means she can’t even lie to him about what she wore when he’s not around. Hester knows that she could probably resist, but she doesn’t want to risk screwing anything up when she’s this close to the finish line.
Besides, she’s tired of it all, worn down by the constant degradation, the loss of her bodily autonomy, and perhaps most of all the hot, wet ache between her legs. Getting fucked by strangers in the club, or with Garrett’s condom-clad cock through Natsuko’s portal strap-on, helps a little – but it’s never quite enough to quench her needs.
“Daaaayum, look at those cans!”
Turning to glance at the voice behind her, the man quickly averts his eyes, with two cans of soup in his hands. Hefting them a little, almost suggestively, he still doesn’t look at her – and it’s just barely enough that Hester can convince herself that he’s not talking to her. So, she stays quiet and keeps on shopping. Natsuko is at their apartment right now, cooking a delicious meal for them to share in celebration, and picking up some groceries is the least that Hester can do to help.
It thankfully doesn’t take her long to pick up what she needs, packing it in a paper bag, then returning to queue up at the cashier. While walking through the store, annoyingly comfortable in her ridiculous heels, Hester could work to avoid people, or keep moving if she was about to say something especially humiliating. But standing in one place, near the door, with the eyes of a few men on her…
“You sure yer okay?”, asks the cashier, his eyes scanning up and down her exposed body. “Pretty girl like you, I’m surprised you’re paying for this stuff yourself!”
Though it’s spoken in an almost joking manner, the kind of thing that most customers would just laugh off, Hester knows that she’s not going to be able to avoid answering. So, her glossy lips open in a smile, and with a slight glow inside her mouth-
bzzt
“Just ‘cuz I’m a thtupid bimbo gigaslut, umm~… like, it don’t mean I ain’t gotta job!”
Stepping forwards, cringing internally, Hester places her shopping on the counter, trying not to look back at the dude staring at her arse, or the man that just entered doing a double take. Focusing instead on the cashier, she looks him up and down, a greasy teenager – probably about her age, although he doesn’t look like the college sort. To be fair, neither does she, something that she hopes to rectify before her interview tomorrow.
The man, ‘Karl’ on his nametag, smirks up at Hester, though his gaze doesn’t move any higher than her lips. Clearly enjoying the small talk, he takes his time scanning the groceries while Hester fidgets in place.
“Oh yeah?” he asks, almost rhetorically. Almost.
bzzt
“Mmmmn~, yup!”, she responds, hoping that it ends there, even as the piercing around her clit sends shivers of unresolved pleasure through her body. Of course, it doesn’t. “Today’s my day off, but I’m usually sellin’ my holes for Daddy at the Prancing Bicorn!”
Inviting people to see her at work is pretty typical for her tongue-piercing, and it’s a special strain of humiliation when one shows up. With random strangers, she can compartmentalise it a little – but knowing that a misogynistic jerk who cat-called her on the street is fucking her, or her lips are leaving smudged pink rings around their shaft, adds another layer of shame.
“Hah, I know the place! Maybe I’ll swing by,” Karl says, making Hester doubly pleased that she won’t have any more shifts there if all goes well tomorrow. “They must be missing you tonight!”
bzzt
Hester tenses her thighs together at another buzz in close succession, though she thankfully just giggles vacantly, apparently an adequate response. While these vibrations aren’t enough to reach orgasm, they still push her closer, making it harder to focus. It’s just as well that Karl doesn’t take much more time to finish scanning her shopping – even if he clearly wants to linger, flirting with the exaggerated bimbo in front of him all day, he still has a job to do.
“Anyway, all done here,” he finally says, with a smile that finally meets her eyes. Though they quickly drift down her face, and he chuckles a little nervously. “Heh, those lips o’ yours are somethin’ else. How about we…?”
“Hehe~, like, thanks mister,” Hester quickly interjects – bzzt – “I used’ta think I was a lesbo, but now I know I’m like, made for suckin’ cock!”
Grabbing her bag, Hester pays quickly using her phone, then strides out of the store before she finds herself offering to drop to her knees right there and then. After Natsuko saved her at the bar, she’s been careful about getting into those kinds of situations. She’s only had to follow through on her offer once, sucking off a homeless man behind a bus stop, but even once is too many, and she’s excited to get back to the safety of the apartment.
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The Prancing Bicorn Gentleman’s Club, or as it’s starting to be known, that place with the portal pussies, has surged in popularity over the last couple weeks. While ‘Onahole’ was the first of their girls to offer access to her inflated DSLs and tight, ever-sloppy cunt through convenient, arcane portals, she’s not the only one anymore.
“Ffffffuck… nngh~… I c-can’t believe you’re… schlrrrp~… making me suck your balls while fucking me…”
On her knees in front of a client, Rape Doll (or Rachel, when she’s not at work) slides her pussy up and down his cock, while polishing his nuts with her mouth at the same time. True to the name on her collar, she puts on a show of not enjoying it, although the copious wetness drooling down the man’s shaft does imply otherwise. And why shouldn’t it? This is so much easier on her jaw than a night of non-stop blowjobs, and pays better as well.
Well, it will bring in more money, once she’s paid off the cost of getting the portal installed, which Mr. Wade so generously provided. At least she knows he’s a disingenuous prick, unlike that dumb slut Onahole, and Rape Doll is confident that she won’t fall for any of her boss’s tricks.
“Hnnngh~… w-wait, mister…”, she says, with fake dismay in her voice, “you’re n-not going to cum inside me, are you?”
Of course, wrapping his hands around hers on the portal cylinder, her does exactly that – holding it flush against the base of his cock as he empties his nuts. With her tongue still massaging his pulsing nuts, Rape Doll can feel his jizz as it churns in his scrotum, and then fires up into her waiting snatch. It’s a strange sensation, and while this is only her first night, Rape Doll’s not sure if she’ll ever get used to it.
“Shiiiit, you gotta nice pussy,” the man says, handing over a couple of bills while he watches her slurp the creampie out of her own slit. “Maybe I should see ‘bout renting it for a weekend? It’d be damn good for dealing with my morning wood…”
Rape Doll’s brows furrow as she looks up at the man, while he puts his softening cock back into his pants. What did he mean… take it home with him? Part of her agreement with Garrett was that the portals would never leave the premises of the Prancing Bicorn. Finishing off the load in her pussy, essentially just cleaning it up for the next guy, she stands up and goes to try and find out.
As she passes the dancefloor, several men are grinding on other girls, while Sex Toy – Crystal, though she doesn’t really mind the name on her collar – twirls around a pole on stage. That’s a normal sight for the Prancing Bicorn, and seeing as the two of them went to the Own-A-Hole clinic together, Rape Doll isn’t surprised to see a familiar portal connection over the area between her jaw and nose. But as she looks closer, she realises that none of the men watching her are using Sex Toy's matching sex toy…
Which seems strange. Usually, Sex Toy doesn’t miss any opportunity to wrap her lips around a man’s cock, even Garrett’s when Siobhan isn’t watching, but her mouth is nowhere to be seen. Keeping her own portal held tightly at her side, and trying to ignore the glowing cylinder between her thighs, Rape Doll makes her way to the bar, tapping their manager on the shoulder.
“Siobhan, I’m going on break,” she says, and the redhead gives her a nod. Rushed off her feet these days, it’ll be some time before any of the new hires are quick enough behind the bar to keep up, and Rape Doll takes the opportunity to slip into Garrett’s office. She’s not been in here often, not since she sat on his lap and let him have a nice, long grope in order to get the job. But immediately, something stands out as different.
There, perched on his desk – a white and pink portal housing, much like the black and gold one she’s holding in one hand. Except, while the lid of Sex Toy’s portal is open, her plump pink lips aren’t visible. Instead, the top is inserted into another portal, locked in place, with a label on the front implying that it connects to-
“Rental Unit #02? What the fuck does that mean!?”
There are a few more sets of the same apparatus, empty, with inactive Rental Units sat beside them. Some of them do, anyway. The others have different labels, like ‘South Street, Public Bathroom’, ‘New Tempolis MinSec Prison’, or even ‘Happy Hounds Animal Rescue’. But one thing is clear – the portals that connect to the girls themselves will be safe here, not leaving the room. And Rape Doll has a sinking feeling that she knows precisely where her portal will be kept on her days off….
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Arriving back at Natsuko’s apartment with her shopping, Hester is met by the inviting aroma of spaghetti and meatballs. A simple, delicious meal that Natsuko has always said she wanted to make for them, but not until now did they get the chance – and it seems a perfect celebration of the end of Garrett’s intrusion into their relationship.
“Hi, honey!” Natsuko says, blushing a little at the sight of Hester’s skimpy outfit. “Did, um… how did you get on? The piercing still giving you trouble…?”
“Not too bad, but… blech,” Hester says, rolling her tongue out over her bottom lip. “I feel like the tongue-stud’s been doing all of my talking lately… as if I don’t even need to think when a man speaks to me, I just let it respond. Like the damn thing’s rotting my brain!”
The walk back from the store was enough to clear Hester’s head a little, but she can still feel her arousal refusing to fully abate, plenty enough to keep her nipples hard and pussy wet. She still tries to push those feelings down, all too aware that Natsuko can’t do anything to relieve them, and she puts the groceries away while her girlfriend serves up plates for them both. Soon finding their way to the studio apartment’s dining table, the conversation shifts to regular small talk, carefully avoiding talking about what happened over the last few weeks.
Natsuko brings a bottle of white wine out with the food, and a candle on the table sets the mood for a proper date night, as the loving couple take some time to really enjoy each other’s company. But the events of tomorrow loom over the conversation, and Hester eats slowly, clearly nervous about her interview. Reaching out a hand for Natsuko to take, she rests her other palm on the upward slope of her fake, plastic tits, still unfamiliar to her body.
“Hester,” says Natsuko, squeezing her girlfriend’s hand. “If you need some, uh… some r-relief, then…”
She tilts her head away from them, toward Garrett’s apartment, not quite saying what she means. But Hester knows exactly what Natsuko is saying, and she bites her lip, not wanting to voice it, as if saying it out loud would make it even more real.
“You need to go over there for him to turn the tongue piercing off anyway, and… ah~…” Natsuko pauses for a moment, her eyes flitting down to Hester’s cleavage, straining even in the tube top that Garrett provided. “You’re free to borrow my clothes for the interview, but they won’t exactly fit very well.”
“Babe, I thought we decided that I shouldn’t go and ‘see’ him like that,” Hester replies, though she squeezes her legs together, knowing that she doesn’t have many options. “I know that y-you… you can’t make me cum, even with the portal-strap, but… I can’t finish if he uses a condom, and we haven’t got any morning-after potions.”
Natsuko’s breath catches in her throat, and she wets her lips, trying not to think too much about what that means. After all, Hester’s period ended a little over a week ago, and even if Natsuko doesn’t have experience with that herself, she knows that…
“Ahem~,” Natsuko clears her throat, forcibly pushing those unwelcome thoughts away. “You’ll be getting your portals back as soon as you start college, right? So, once you do, we can get some contraception. Even if you don’t get early enrolment, the worst that can happen is we… deal with it… when term properly starts in a few weeks.”
Taking a deep breath, Hester plasters a grin onto her lips, meeting Natsuko’s eyes. It takes a moment, but it eventually softens into a real smile, their connection more than some middle-aged jerk could ruin. Even if he’s tried pretty damn hard, and would probably do more to them if given half a chance, everything will be fixable once Hester regains ownership of her mouth and pussy.
“That sounds… bearable”, Hester admits. “But once this is all done, I… I want to give you your first time! And I’ll be sure to make it special.”
“Oh, darling, that… it so much to me! But right now, we have to focus on something else.” Natsuko says, clapping her hands and standing up, trying to hide her apprehension. “If you’re going to ask him for some relief, we should probably pick out some clothes he’ll like?”
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Standing in front of Garrett’s apartment, Hester feels exposed. Vulnerable, and humiliated, especially so when her girlfriend helped choose the outfit she’d be wearing to go and get… fucked by their neighbour. After picking through the frankly silly amount of lingerie that Garrett had bought for her, Natsuko decided on a gauzy pink babydoll, without panties, and with cups that don’t even cover her nipples. Topping it off are a pair of pink heels with fuzzy pom-poms on the toe, the usual golden hoop earrings, and her long, platinum blonde hair is straightened, then allowed to flow free.
After ringing the doorbell, Hester takes a moment to awkwardly pose herself, placing one hand on her hip, with the other at her side. Tilting her chest forward, her tits hardly need to be any more prominent, but it might distract the jerk. Glancing away, Garrett soon opens his front door to look down at her, crossing his arms and waiting for her to speak. Hester grits her teeth at first, still disgusted by the reek of BO that wafts out, but then opens her mouth.
“Evening, prick,” she says, glad that the piercing never edited her speech with Garrett himself, even if he still wanted her to talk like that around him. “You know how to do it, right?”
Garrett doesn’t answer right away, just chuckling at the self-degradation that Hester is forced into – effacing her very sexuality is one of his favourites. But he doesn’t linger for too long, clearly aware of what Hester is here for.
“Deactivate training routine, passcode… heh~… ‘feminism’.”
bzzt
Her tongue piercing gives one last vibration in response, and Hester purses her lips, moving her tongue, as an unseen weight slips from her mind.
“Ugh, finally! Now, um…” Hester trails off, clearly not entirely comfortable with what she knows she needs to do. Looking back up at Garrett, she meets his eye and raises an eyebrow, sure that he would at least invite her in. Except, with a smug look on his face, he doesn’t.
“Was there anythin’ else, toots…?”
Hester clenches her fist, biting back a retort that she knows he deserves. But she still has to be nice to him, if… well. If he’s going to finally deal with the arousal that’s been burning in her loins since he moulded her cunt around his shaft. He hasn’t even been using her portals, not since her bimbo makeover, preferring instead to get her to suck his cock in person, or let Natsuko fuck her with the portal-strap on his behalf.
“I’ve, uh,” she says, stammering a little. “Decided to… to let you f-fuck me, before my interview tomorrow. If you’ll provide some… more suitable clothing.”
“Oh, you’ll let me fuck you, will you?”, Garrett asks, rhetorically, while stroking his chin. “Nah. You gotta offer more than that… an’ tell me what you really want.”
Really testing her patience now, Hester rolls her eyes and steps past him into the apartment, pleased to actually get a little privacy. Garrett allows her, a little bemused, but that insufferable smirk continues to tug at the corner of his mouth. Putting her hands on her hips, Hester exhales long and slow, then swallows heavily.
“P-please… please will you fuck me, Daddy?” she says, putting a little more effort in. “I… I w-want your cock.”
Garrett shakes his head, though he’s obviously enjoying this. “Nope. Don’t think, just say what you mean.”
This time, after taking a deep breath, Hester banishes the thoughts whirling in her mind. All she needs to do is open her mouth, and-
“Pweathe, Daddy! My girlfriend can’t satisfy me, so I need your thuperior cock churnin’ up my worthless pussy!”
It’s finally enough for Garrett to smile and give a grunt of assent, then gesture towards his bed in the corner of the room. Relieved that she doesn’t need to debase herself any further (for now), Hester scurries over to the stained mattress, slipping out of her heels and mentally preparing herself before climbing on top of the bed. Garrett doesn’t follow her immediately, and instead stops off at a cabinet beside his couch, pulling out a couple of pill bottles. One of them he opens immediately, and tosses a couple of blue tablets back into his mouth, but the other pink one… he brings over to the bed.
Slipping out of his grimy tracksuit pants, he joins Hester on the mattress, moving up between her legs – and slapping his half-hard shaft down between her legs. Hester grits her teeth in distaste, but can’t help a moan from slipping past her lips. She could be next door, back with her lovely girlfriend, but instead she’s spreading her legs for this gross, slobby misogynist, and his fat, stinky, hard, throbbing, perfect cock… entirely without protection.
“Now, here’s how it’ll go,” Garrett says, rather bluntly. “I’m gonna give you some nice clothes for your interview tomorrow. I’ll even drive you there in the mornin’. But until then… yer mine.”
Drawing back, his shaft scrapes over Hester’s engorged pussy lips, even the exterior reacting to him in a way that it didn’t for any other penis. Not trusting herself to speak, and trying desperately not to think about her girlfriend waiting for her, Hester nods as Garrett’s glans presses against her hairless slit.
“An’ you’re gonna like it.”
Then he pushes his hips forward, and Garrett’s cock sinks into her cunt like a hot knife through butter. Easily penetrating her all the way to the base, several thrusts follow in quick succession, sending a torrential wave of arousal through Hester’s body, her vision blurring and mouth lolling open as she finally gets fucked by the cock that claimed her.
Continuing to gyrate his hips into her, Garrett fiddles with something in his hands, then reaches a hand forward and slides his thumb between Hester’s lips. Immediately, she starts to instinctively suck on it, only to notice that several tablets were pushed into her throat alongside, which she accidentally swallowed. Blinking away the first wave of arousal, Hester grasps at the mattress as she tries to look up at Garrett, or at the discarded plastic pill bottle beside her.
“Hwuh…? Mmmfgh~… w-wah da’?”, she asks, muffled around his thumb, Garrett’s other fingers cradling her cheek.
“Don’ you worry ‘bout that, Hester,” Garrett responds, patronisingly. “Just a little something to, ahhhhn~… give that babymaker of yours a bit of a kick-start!”
It takes a long moment, interspersed with the schlap, schlap, schlap of Garrett’s swollen balls against her butt, but Hester eventually parses what he meant. And she can already feel it happening, the tablet probably alchemically active, with magically enhanced effects more powerful than mundane drugs. A flush of warmth in her cheeks, tenderness in her tits, a twinge in her abdomen…
This is no simple aphrodisiac. She’s actually ovulating.
“Hnnngh~… n-nuhhh,” Hester gags, finally pushing Garrett’s hand away from her mouth, though he’s still fucking her just as rapidly. “I th-thought that… mmmmf~… you didn’ want more! Siobhan said you already paid too much… nngh~… ch-child support…?”
Did he really just force-feed her something to boost her fertility? Her cunt is already an idealised socket for Garrett’s dick, and now he wants to actually, enthusiastically impregnate her. It just adds more depravity to the situation, which was already risky enough to start with, as Hester feels her arousal rising. She knows that this is too much, but… she can’t bring herself to move away, or push him off.
“Hah!” he laughs derisively, while fondling her jiggling tits, both of their bodies damp with sweat. “That was before the club started making money hand over cunt. An’ besides… nngh~…”
Garrett reaches down, wrapping hands around Hester’s hips, and lifting her up – she’s a petite girl, despite her enhanced tits and arse, but it’s still humiliating to be manhandled so easily. And it doesn’t help that his treatment of her just makes Hester’s cunt clench down even tighter around the man’s shaft. Turning Hester over, not removing his cock for an instant, he moves her onto her hands and knees, the same doggystyle position he first moulded her pussy in.
Leaning forwards, Garrett grabs one of her jugs, squeezing the sensitive silicone mound like he owns it, and moves his mouth up beside her ear. Speeding up his thrusts, he seems to be getting close already, and Hester’s arousal has been at fever pitch since he first pushed his way inside of her. But there’s one more criterion which has to be met before she’s able to finally finish.
“I don’t gotta pay support if I keep you here, as my good li’l bimbo wifey… HNNGH~!”
Once again, she feels like it should be uncomfortable to have his cock pressing up against her cervix – but the NanoHex gel used to mould her pussy into Garrett’s perfect dicksleeve dealt with that as well. Reshaping her passage into an ideal hole for both of their pleasure – but only allowing her to cum while he’s ejaculating, unprotected, into her womb.
Every splatter of potent, rancid jizz that hits the back of her uterus is a solid reminder of her degradation, of a man using her. But it also, shamefully and after so long pent up, makes her orgasm. Hester’s mind spirals, and loud moans of unrestrained pleasure leave her throat, while those words echo between her ears. Garrett’s good li’l bimbo wifey… did he really mean that…? To keep her in this apartment, barefoot and pregnant, obediently serving his every need…
The thought dissipates as Hester’s climax continues – but even though it feels like it will in the moment, that state of bliss doesn’t last forever. His ejaculation slows, weighty spurts coming less frequently, until he eventually withdraws, halting Hester’s pleasurable release. The relief is noticeable, but still far from complete, even Garrett’s prolonged orgasm not enough to fully satisfy her. It’s still enough for her to slump forward over Garrett’s pillows though, hot, thick jism drooling from her fucked-out snatch.
“Ahhhn~… now, that felt good,” says Garrett, and Hester can feel his weight getting up off the bed. “You wanna drink?”
Hester takes a moment to catch her breath, grunting in the negative to his question, as she rolls over onto her side. Already, the arousal is building up again, not quite expunged from her system with a single round. But she can deal with what remains, or at least she tells herself that she can, while picking up the discarded bottle of pills that Garrett made her take.
“What… mmmn~… what is this stuff… OvuMAX? D-Daddy, it says that you’re only meant to take one, and… uh…” Hester’s eyebrows raise as she starts to look down the long list of possible side-effects, her pussy still throbbing needily.
“Don’t worry about it,” Garrett says, as he returns to the bed with a can of beer. Snatching the bottle from Hester’s hand, he tosses it onto the couch, beside a matching blue bottle of pills, which Hester had noticed him taking in the past.
“I’ve been usin’ the male version for months, an’ nothing bad’s happened,” he says. “I mean, sure, my cum’s thicker, sometimes a bit congealed, an’ my balls ache if I don’t empty them, but… it ain’t like that’s a problem, with you here to drain ‘em!”
Popping the cap of his beer, he takes a good long swig, then climbs back into bed. His cock is already getting hard again, barely minutes after unloading inside of her, and Hester freezes. Garrett’s going to fuck her again. He’s going to fuck her again, and she already knows deep down that she’s going to let him. Obviously, Hester’s mind is still her own – she doesn’t like Garrett any more than when she first met the insufferable bastard. Less, considering what he’s done to her since then.
He’s already fucked her once, potentially planted a sprog inside her womb. Going one more time can’t hurt… but Hester can’t just give in, and she feels the need to put up at least some token resistance.
“Mmmmf~… do we, r-really need to…?” she says, squirming in place as Garrett moves back between her legs, hooking a finger into her cum-drooling snatch. “Hhhngh~! D-Daddyyyy… I’m probably already imp-preg… impregnated, so…”
“Probably, eh? Well, let’s fuck a few more times, just to make sure…” he answers, rubbing a hand over her belly, possessively. “An’ this time, try not to think so much. Be a bit more vocal.”
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At first, Natsuko tried to ignore the muffled moans. She put headphones on, turned up the music, washed the dishes… but then she started to worry. What if Garrett was hurting Hester? She might be in trouble. She might need help! So, it’s only sensible for her to listen to her girlfriend being fucked by a man they both hate. Holding a glass up to the thin wall dividing their apartments, something she didn’t even realise was the case until recently, she’s able to hear…
“Hnnnnngh~… you’re so biiiiiig, Daddy! My cunt loves your caaawk!”
Natsuko can hardly believe it at first, thinking that Garrett must have been playing porn, trying to trick her. But then she hears a resounding slap, whether on face or arse she can’t tell, and she starts to pick up the wet, sloppy sounds of fucking, familiar moans interspersed. Her own cock twitches, free from chastity, just as Garrett promised. After all, it was his suggestion that Natsuko bring up the idea of visiting him. For Hester’s own good, of course!
“Ahhhn~! Daddyyyy… mmmmfgh~… knock me up again, Daddy!”
But Natsuko can’t deny that the sound of Hester and Garrett going at it, more depraved dirty talk reaching her through the wall, turns her on. She reaches a hand down to her crotch, to her leaking stiffy, denied the pleasure of even seeing her girlfriend while somebody else engages in hot, sweaty, babymaking sex with her. It just turns Natsuko on even more, the hefty dose of shame just making it all the sweeter, as she circles thumb and forefinger around her prick.
“Yes Daddy… ahhhn~… yesyesyes, it’s sooooo much… mmmmfuck~… sososo much better than my girlfriend’s puny dicklet!”
She knows that Hester doesn’t mean this, it must just be something that Garrett is making her say, but the way that she says it, the obvious pleasure bubbling up through Hester’s voice… that’s what does it for Natsuko. Barely a minute of listening to them going at it, for what can’t be the first time, and-
“Ah~!”
With a twitch and a throb between her legs, grape-sized testicles drawing even closer to her groin, a dribble of thin, watery semen spews over Natsuko’s fingers. Her erection quickly goes limp after her ‘gasm, and Natsuko knows that she won’t be getting hard against for at least a few hours – not that there’s anything inherently wrong with that, but it still makes her feel something hot and heavy as Garrett continues to fuck. And fuck, and fuck, and fuck, only brief breaks between each ejaculation (always deep inside Hester), continuing at least until Natsuko drifts off to sleep…
---
The Physical Sciences Department of New Tempolis University is just as Hester remembers from her open day. Small, relatively underfunded, but still competent and highly regarded. Of course, when she was last here, she didn’t look quite as out of place as she does right now… although at least Garrett kept his side of the bargain when he provided her with an outfit, laying it out after she took a long, much-needed shower in his bathroom that morning.
A sienna brown top, a few shades lighter than Hester’s skin, long-sleeved and baggy… but also cropped to just under her expansive bosom, and sheer enough for her lacy black bra to be visible. With that, a high-waisted black miniskirt, still longer than any of the other skirts he’d given her in the past, enough that her lack of panties won’t be immediately apparent. And on her feet, a pair of diamond pattern grey knee-socks, as well as brown leather Oxford-style heels. Garrett even supplied a cute beige handbag for her purse and phone!
Her look is finalised with tasteful gold and tortoiseshell-patterned hoop earrings, at least compared to her usual hoops, and a matching pair of (non-prescription) glasses, while her platinum-blonde hair is styled in two long, braided pigtails. Which Garrett used as handlebars when he pulled her skirt up in the back of his car and pounded one last load into her in the parking lot. So, Hester keeps her thighs pressed tightly together as she sits in an office with her academic advisor, to keep the creampie from oozing out of her well-fucked cunny.
“Good morning, Miss Edwards,” says Doctor Flaherty from across her desk, with a guarded smile. “You look rather… different to when I last saw you. Is everything okay…?”
“Oh, y-yes, Doctor Flaherty!”, Hester replies, taking a deep breath and licking her lips (still as plush and vibrant pink as ever), before launching into the explanation that she’d rehearsed with Natsuko. “I’ve been exploring different ways of expressing myself and examining my relationship with femininity. From a feminist viewpoint, and as a lesbian myself, I believe that every woman has the right to present herself as she pleases. You see…”
It’s all stuff that Hester honestly believes, even if these changes to her appearance weren’t exactly of her own choosing, and it thankfully makes an impression on her advisor. Doctor Flaherty nods her head, apparently satisfied by the explanation, and they continue to chat about Hester’s prospects and goals for attending college. For Hester herself, this is a breath of fresh air, a world where she can be treated like a person and won’t just be judged by the size of her tits (enormous), or how sloppy her blowjobs are (extremely). It feels like waking up from a bad dream, and Hester is feeling much better about her position as she discusses the field of physics with Doctor Flaherty.
“Of course, as I’m sure you’re aware, study into the hard sciences has demonstrably slowed since the public acknowledgement of magic in 1978,” Hester says, finding herself less self-conscious than she has been in weeks. “While many other subjects such as economics, computing, or the social sciences have been more or less unaffected, physics especially has seen a marked decrease in funding since the glory days of Sagan, Hawking, and Chandrasekhar.”
Doctor Flaherty nods along with her, the smile on her face much wider and more genuine than when Hester first arrived. It appears that Hester’s outfit, right at the border between professional and porn parody, isn’t so bad that she won’t be listened to. In fact, going by how well their interview has developed into more of a conversation, Hester is confident that she’ll be approved for early enrolment, and will be free of Garrett’s influence come tomorrow morning.
“Optical astronomy has diminished in favour of scrying spells, materials science has largely been replaced by enchanted forges, and even satellites have runes on them nowadays!” Hester continues, barely aware that their conversation has already overrun the interview time. “But magic is so conceptual, so heavily influenced by the human psyche, that it cannot be used to delve into truly subatomic secrets, or to observe effects on a cosmic scale. Which is why I-“
She’s interrupted by a knock at the door of Doctor Flaherty’s office, who looks up with a smile, calling out for the person to enter. A moment later, the door opens and a man steps into the room, a genial looking fellow with greying hair, wearing a smart waistcoat which is probably older than Hester herself. Not threatening in any traditional sense, but her mouth still goes dry at the sight of him.
“Lillian, I just wanted to let you know that the meeting with…”, he says, before trailing off as his eyes shift from Doctor Flaherty to Hester. “Oh! Is this the student you’re interviewing today?”
“Yes indeed!” Doctor Flaherty answers, standing up from her desk. “Hester, this is Professor Higgins, head of our particle physics program.”
Hester also gets to her feet, wobbling a little on her heels as her legs quiver and tense. Swallowing heavily, she tries to settle her nerves, safe in the knowledge that Garrett turned off the tongue piercing’s speech-replacement function. What had Siobhan called it, though? A training routine…?
“Ah, Miss Edwards!” Professor Higgins says, with a friendly smile, though a hint of confusing accompanies it as he looks her up and down. “I remember seeing your application. Very promising grades! I hope you’ll bring that diligence in your studies to my lectures?”
“Ohemgee, totes! Are you the man whose dick I gotta to suck to pass my classes?”
The degrading words come from Hester’s mouth before she even realises what she’s doing – but there’s no vibration from her tongue piercing, or arousing echo on her clit. Even so, her pussy throbs, relaxing for just a moment, which allows a glob of still warm jizz to trickle out of her. Belatedly realising exactly what she just said, Hester’s shoulders stiffen, and she brings a hand up to nervously tug at one of her braids.
It’s a mild relief that, after a moment of disbelief, both of the faculty chuckle awkwardly. Why did she say that?! While she’s certain that the enchantment from the tongue-stud has been deactivated, she essentially answered the man on autopilot. Slutty, stupid, autopilot.
“Hester, that… ahem~…” Professor Higgins says, clearing his throat as he glances at Doctor Flaherty. “That kind of humour is a little inappropriate for university, don’t you think?”
Thankfully, they’re still giving her the benefit of the doubt, and Hester can still salvage this. Just laugh along with them, apologise for being inappropriate, and get out before they notice the rivulet of off-white baby batter running down her thigh.
“Hehehe~! I try not to think,” she replies, already horrified by the words leaving her lips, but unable to stop them. “Daddy says I’m better off as a cumdumb bimbo onahole… ahhn~… so he’s tryna put a baby in me!”
Another shiver of self-induced pleasure, a breathy gasp leaving Hester’s lips in the silence that follows her even more degrading declaration – and, audibly plopping onto the hard floor of the office, a glob of jizz lands between her feet. Glancing down, both Doctor Flaherty and Professor Higgins notice it, and then the trail from under her skirt, which has already reached her knee. Turning away from the man in front of her, Hester tries to focus on her academic advisor instead, thankfully still able to talk normally to women.
“I… I’m s-sorry, Doctor Flaherty,” Hester says, trying to regain control of her tongue. “I… this isn’t…”
“It isn’t me you should be saying sorry to, Hester,” Doctor Flaherty replies, pinching the bridge of her nose as she exhales, trying to get a handle on the situation. “Just… apologise to Professor Higgins, and we can forget this little outburst ever happened, okay?”
Hester nods her head, taking a deep breath as she twists her mouth into a smile, looking back at the man – who doesn’t seem quite as dismayed as Doctor Flaherty. Surprised, certainly, but there’s no hiding the interest behind his eyes as he gives Hester’s body a closer inspection, while surreptitiously adjusting a bulge in his trousers.
“Mmmn, I’m really thowwy, sir! You sh-shouldn’t listen to me…” Hester says, forcing herself to speak more normally. There’s a slight ditzy lisp to her words, but it sounds sincere enough – until she inadvertently keeps talking. “Because I’m just a bwainless, cock-addicted dyke! But you can totes still fuck me if you’re okay with sloppy seconds!”
For a moment, it seems like Professor Higgins is actually going to accept the offer, until Doctor Flaherty clears her throat, and the man shakes his head. Mumbling something under his breath, he turns around and quickly exits the office, leaving the door open. Which Doctor Flaherty gestures towards.
“Miss Edwards, I think our interview is over. We’ll be in touch,” she hesitates, clearly upset with Hester’s behaviour. But more than that – disappointed. “I don’t think I can recommend early enrolment if you’re going to act like that. Perhaps it would be best for you to take a gap year, and work out if you even want to attend college?”
With that sentence chilling Hester to the core, she physically places a hand over her mouth, and scurries out of the building. She barely even cares that she’s leaving a trail of cummy dollops on the floor as tears run down her cheeks, or that she left her handbag in Doctor Flaherty’s office, as she cries for the first time since her torment started. With no money, phone, or ID on her, and no desire to go back into the building and truly scupper her hopes of going to college, Hester is lucky that Garrett is still waiting in the car park to drive her home. After all, it would’ve been a shame if any unscrupulous individuals tried to prey on her emotionally vulnerable state…
Chapter 8: Best Laid Plans
Notes:
I've been writing and posting my stories for quite a while - and I've decided to share some of them on AO3 as well, in case it brings in a wider audience! Which means you can check out more of my smut, which includes games and comics, at my Hentai Foundry page, but I'll also be tweeting out chapter updates at my Twitter account.
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Leaning back in the front seat of his car, Garrett feels like everything is coming together nicely. Hester went into that stupid interview, in some clothes which sorta approximated something a smart, intelligent woman would wear… and she still screwed it up. Coming back out to the alley in which Garrett had parked, she was almost in tears when she opened the car door, and Garrett’s not even sure what it was that screwed up her chances of early enrolment.
“Shlrrrp~… mmmfgh… ahhhn~…”
The speech training seems likely – a couple weeks should have been enough for it to keep working even with the tongue piercing turned off. And there are the several loads of jizz he dumped in her perfectly optimised pussy, one fresh this morning, while she’s in the middle of ovulating. With no panties, he can already see a thick globule running down her thigh. Maybe the strip of condoms he’d stuffed in her handbag? Or there’s always a chance that the free drinks coupons he kept sending to the university’s physics department mean someone recognise her from the Prancing Bicorn…
“Mnnnnn~… shllllrp… gahhh~…”
Not that it matters, now that Hester’s glossy pink DSLs are right back where they belong, suctioned tightly around the base of Garrett’s cock. Despite how much time she’s spent getting her barely-legal holes screwed by strangers, she’s still a silly, emotionally vulnerable teenager, and it wasn’t hard to just wrap a hand around the back of her head, and guide her down to his crotch. Better to mindlessly suck dick than face any difficult emotional challenges, and that’s a lesson that Garrett is always eager to teach girls like Hester. Especially if they’ve got some stupid ideas about ‘equality’ or ‘lesbianism’ in their head.
“Thaaaat’s a good li’l slut… mmmn~…”, Garrett mutters, while resting a hand possessively on Hester’s butt. “Don’t you worry about that dumb college… ahhhn~… ain’t nothin’ important they could teach ya, anyway.”
Pushing Hester’s head deeper into his groin, forcing her to slurp even more of his shaft into her throat, he doesn’t seem to care that they’re doing this in broad daylight. Anyone walking past the alley could easily spot the girl’s head bobbing up and down, along with the smug expression of pleasure on Garrett’s face, and probably assume that she isn’t a prospective college student, but is instead a whore.
They might even be correct.
“Mmmf~… you’ll always have a job suckin’ dick for me,” Garrett says, stroking her hair, as if it was a compliment. “So, keep on at it, an’ I’ll drive ya home. Then come see me tomorrow, to figure out our next steps…”
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When Hester finally stumbles back into Natsuko’s apartment, her girlfriend is in a… slightly compromising position. Jerking upright from where she’d fallen asleep, still wearing pyjamas and with her cock emerging from the top of her shorts, Natsuko moves to meet Hester at the door, clearly seeing the mood she’s in.
“B-babe! What, umm… how are you?” Natsuko asks as she approaches, though her eyes flick down to Hester’s thigh, her dick stiffening again when she spots the trail of pearly jism against her girlfriend’s dark skin. “I… I h-heard you both last night, and… ah~… d-did you get the early enrolment?”
The rest of Hester’s ‘bimbo-formal’ appearance, even without the knowledge of how much of his thick, middle-aged semen Garrett had dumped into her vulnerable womb, is already enough to turn Natsuko on. But when her girlfriend shakes her head, confirming that Garrett will own her portals for another few weeks (at least), it almost pushes Natsuko over the edge.
But not quite. Mustering the resolve to reassure Hester instead of giving in to her shameful, traitorous impulses, she forces a smile to her lips and steps closer. Lifting her head, and taking Hester’s hand in her own, Natsuko looks in her eyes and smiles warmly.
“That’s o-okay, darling!” she says, reassuringly. “
Then she leans up, puckers her lips, and gives Hester a passionate, loving kiss. Which would’ve been the perfect way to welcome her girlfriend home, if she didn’t still have the taste of pungent, freshly-milked cum in her mouth…
“Hnngh~!”
Without even touching her quivering dicklet, Natsuko reaches an orgasm, squirting a few drops of watery cummies onto Hester’s skirt. Keeping their lips locked together, Hester gasps through Natsuko’s moan of pleasure, pushing past the humiliation to affirm their love for each other. Even if she’s most likely been knocked up by their gross, misogynistic neighbour, commenting on Natsuko’s lack of virility compared to him seems like rubbing salt into the wound.
Instead, the kiss ends naturally, and the pair of them take some time to clean themselves up, gather their thoughts, and calm down. Changing into fresh sets of clothing, the pair find themselves on the couch, cuddling up together while Hester explains what happened at the interview – and in the car on the way home. While none of it is exactly pleasant, they’d been prepared for the possibility of having to wait until the regular start of college. But something concerns Hester beyond that…
“He… he said that, umm,” she tries to say, not wanting to mention what happened last night. “Garrett said that he wanted to keep me. As his ‘bimbo wifey’, or something like that… the sexist prick. He… he knows I’m not interested! Even today, he told me that I could always have a job s-sucking dick. I think…”
Trailing off, Hester looks down at herself, and the mounds of silicone distorting the casual shirt that Natsuko had lent her, a far cry from the sporty, tomboy look that she prefers. There are swollen, perma-pink lips on her face with a tongue that hardly obeys her, and a tight, wet pussy moulded to perfectly pleasure a middle-aged man’s cock – both of which he’s able to access at any time through the portals he owns. Which also means she’s unable to do anything about the seed he planted in her womb, at least until she gets them back. Several changes that she’s been forced and deceived into accepting, and there are still three weeks to go until she’s meant to be free.
Unless she takes a gap year, which Garrett knows all about.
“Wait, you think that…”, Natsuko says, squeezing Hester’s hand as she thinks it through – before coming to the same conclusion. “He’s going to try and trick us again?”
Hester nods, much of her bravado sapped away by the fact that Garrett has succeeded multiple times. They’re two smart girls, with good grades and places at a prestigious university, but he’s a lazy, perverted scumbag with too much leverage for them to just ignore, more than happy to exploit their love for each other. All because a straight white man enjoys the idea of turning a happy, interracial lesbian couple into his toys.
“Every time we try to fix this, something blows up in our face!” Hester says, her eyebrows creasing, as she thinks about their dilemma. Unfortunately, she has an idea, and exhales softly when she realises how it’s likely their best chance of getting free. “So… I think we need to give him exactly what he wants…”
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Showing up at Garrett’s front door the next day, Natsuko and Hester had decided to dress up – he seemed to enjoy it when they arrived to see him all slutted up, and this was as good a chance as any to improve his mood. But this time, instead of letting him corner them individually to coerce into more depravity, they plan on presenting a united front.
Hester is wearing a thin, cloudy blue halter top, small enough to show plenty of cleavage, while her breasts stick out enough that the dangling fabric doesn’t even touch her midriff. Hester’s skirt is tight, shiny, and glittery pink, and she’s added golden hoop earrings to complete the look, while her wavy, platinum blonde flows casually over her shoulders. Natsuko isn’t quite as gaudily attired, simply wearing a pretty summer dress, with a floral pastel pattern, blue and pink on white, although she has still curled her hair and put on makeup.
“Heh… don’t you two look pretty!” Garrett says after opening the door, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, while looking down at them (mostly Hester’s tits) in feigned surprise. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Tch. You know exactly why we’re here, D… G-Garret,” Hester replies, though her belligerence is more muted than it has been in the past. “To talk about… ugh~… our arrangement.”
Garrett glances to Natsuko, raising an eyebrow as if questioning her presence, but the corners of his mouth stay tilted upwards. He clearly doesn’t mind two pretty young women standing in his doorway, and is still confident in his plans, so he nods for Hester to continue.
“In short, I… don’t want to work at the club anymore. Especially if it might be for… for an entire year.”
It’s a response which Garrett didn’t seem to expect, outright rejecting her job, and threatening much of his ability to manipulate them – while also hinting that she might take the college’s offer of a gap year. After all, there’s nothing in the arbitration agreement that states Hester has to work for him, just that she’ll get the portals back without paying the debt if she works until starting college. But it also doesn’t state that she has to work at the Prancing Bicorn…
“So, what if I… mmm…” Hester starts to say, glancing to Natsuko for reassurance before setting her shoulders, and taking the next step on their plan. “Worked as your… g-girlfriend?”
Continuing to study the pair of lesbians in front of him, Garrett doesn’t even try to hide his satisfaction at that request, something he’d probably been planning on gradually building up to anyway. Turning away for a moment, he opens a drawer of one of his tables, and picks out a small rectangle of plastic. Returning with it hidden in his hand, he smirks down at her, obviously interested, but still playing her along.
“That is an interesting idea, Hester. Although, I’m not sure you’d be a suitable girlfriend – that almost implies you’d be my equal! Instead, I think you’d make an excellent… toy,” he says, then pauses as if he’d just thought of something. “You left your handbag at the college, didn’t you? There’s no need for you to get a new phone, of course, but you will need some identification.”
In all honesty, Hester had forgotten about that – she’s not had much need for it so far, only needing to confirm that she was an adult when she visited E-Z-Bim, and with some of the onboarding paperwork at the Prancing Bicorn. But he’s right, she will need something to prove her identity, and the address on her ID would’ve been her parents’ house, so they probably sent it there. There’s no way she’s going back there looking like this, and getting a replacement would be similarly difficult, so…
“Luckily, I’d already thought of that,” Garrett says, holding out the strip of plastic, his cock twitching in his boxers, and his gaze almost predatory. “You wouldn’t mind using this, would you?”
Taking it from him, the same size and shape as a standard ID card, Hester looks down at what he’d clearly ordered especially for her. At the top, in bright pink and sparkly gold, the label ‘E-Z-Bim SLUT LICENCE’, with a photograph of her bimbofied face that she doesn’t remember having taken. But even worse, printed under several headings, is what it says about her.
Name: Ona Hole. Horrible, but not exactly unexpected, considering her collar. Sexuality: Ex-Dyke. Humiliating and unnecessarily mean, as well as entirely inaccurate. Age: Legal. Gross, only concerned with her eligibility for sex. Daddy: G. Wade. As if he’s her bloody owner! Tits: 1600cc. Because of course, that kind of information is important. Lips: Pink DSLs. Again, their appearance is plain on her face, but… apparently people need to know that they suck dick. Pussy: Moulded. To make it clear that her vagina is designed for someone else’s pleasure. IQ: 69 [Was 134]. Possibly worst of all, it’s obvious why Garrett chose the number, but… it tells anyone reading the Slut License that ‘Ona Hole’ used to be an intelligent young woman. And she’s now just – like the signature line calls her – a bimbo.
“Huh?! You… y-you want me to use, um…” Hester says, incredulous. If this is connected to E-Z-Bim, then she’s seen some of the equipment there, including what Gigi called an Undyking Treatment. Thankfully, Garrett seems to understand her question, shaking his head with a smile.
“Oh, don’t worry! I won’t be taking you to the clinic to get the License fixed,” Garrett replies, as if that was something that was even possible. “Just so long as you don’t give anyone a reason to think the card is inaccurate.”
Swallowing heavily, Hester glances to Natsuko, who gives her a tiny nod, and a faint, reassuring smile. Looking back at the card, Hester knows that continuing on with this plan would mean pretending like the girl described on the Slut License is… is her. But if Garrett already had this made, it might be better to go with the flow than fight him, and see if he would force her to comply. There are already signatures on it, with ‘Onahole’ printed unsteadily, and Garrett’s beneath it.
“Umm~… l-like…”, Hester says, willing herself to think less about her words, and hoping she’ll still be able to think by the time college starts. “Okay, D-Daddy!”
Just until she starts college, of course. Hester can make it that far, right?
While Hester keeps looking at the Slut License, trying to think about how she would present to the world as Onahole, Garrett turns his attention to Natsuko. Even if his designs on her had been somewhat less dramatic than Hester’s so far, the petite Asian girl certainly hadn’t escaped his notice, and he fondly remembers exploiting and humiliating her before he’d gotten such a tight grip on her girlfriend.
“And you, Natsuko… what do you want?”
This part of their plan was more tenuous, but Natsuko couldn’t imagine leaving Hester alone with Garrett for three weeks, giving him ample opportunity to try and corrupt her further, or push for her to actually take the gap year. An entire year of speech correction, casual degradation, and constant, bareback mind-melting sex…? There might not be much of Hester left.
“Y-you’re still going to, ah… use the portals at the club, right?” she asks, and Garrett nods thoughtfully. “Well… mmmn… I w-want to be the one offering them. And… and staying here, to h-help look after you both!”
Garrett considers the offer for a moment, while Natsuko and Hester wait with bated breath. They both know what this would mean, that Natsuko would have to humiliate herself unnecessarily… but it would be for the sake of a united front. Just hoping that things will go their way hasn’t worked so far, and Garrett seems like the sort to rest on his laurels once he thinks he’s won. Thankfully, he nods his head. Less thankfully, he appears to need a little more persuasion.
“Onahole, get Daddy a beer! And Natsuko… put your butt on that table, and spread your legs,” he casually orders, tugging his boxers down to reveal his hardening cock. “Let’s see if you’d be worth keepin’ around, eh?”
With only a moment’s hesitation, Hester and Natsuko jump to it. Hester clacks through to the kitchen on her ubiquitous stiletto heels, her hands clenched as Garrett talks to her girlfriend like that – but Onahole wouldn’t interfere, in what must be an unspoken test, so she doesn’t. For her part, Natsuko perches on the edge of Garrett’s telephone table, then opens her thighs, and pulls up the skirt of her dress to reveal her two-inch stiffy, and the puffy pink hole beneath it.
“Is th-this what you had in mind, um…” Natsuko asks, glancing over at Hester fetching the man a drink, while he steps up in front of her. “Mister Wade, s-sir?”
Fully erect by now, and enormous compared to Natsuko’s smooth little pecker, Garrett squeezes a glob of lube onto the tip of his cock, then uses the glans to smear it around Natsuko’s winking sphincter. Taking the bottle of beer that Hester fetched for him, he nods his head – then thrusts forwards, penetrating Natsuko’s butt in one swift motion.
“Yup!”, he says, over the girl’s squeal, a mixture of pain, surprise, and unexpected pleasure. Leaning over the table, Hester puts a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder, while she’s being fucked by a man – a man that’s already screwed Hester plenty of times, and has now taken both of their virginities. Once he’s halfway in, Garrett pauses to let Natsuko acclimatise to the girth plundering her guts, and to take a swig from his drink.
“Pfft… can’t even get it up while you’re bein’ fucked?” Garrett mocks, using a single finger to lift Natsuko’s limp shaft, though it’s leaking plenty of watery precummies. “No wonder Onahole needed a proper man’s cock to breed her, instead’a your useless sissy clitty. Ain’t that right, slut?”
Addressing that last question to Hester, she freezes in place for a moment, but knows exactly what Garrett expects from her. So, she wets her lips, forces a smile onto her face, and tells her Daddy exactly what she thinks.
“Uh… uh-huh! D-Daddy’s cock is… mmmn~… it’s totes better than N-Nat’s puny, quickshot dicklet! She… she’s n-never even made me c-cum…”
Trailing off from her attempt at dirty talk, Hester starts to realise that she’s not even lying. Even if her and Natsuko love each other dearly, they’ve never had much of an opportunity for making love, especially since the fiasco with the portals. In all that time, Hester’s only managed orgasms… with Garrett, actually. And, even worse, Natsuko knows that. Their relationship was so much more than just sex, but in the moment, with her ringpiece wrapped around another man’s cock, it clearly hits her hard. Taking a shuddering breath, and pointedly ignoring how wet she is right now, Hester continues her degradation, even as Garrett starts to thrust again.
“I’m like, soooo glad that Daddy c-claimed my pussy, and… mmmn~… that he’s g-got a big, stinky cock for me to worship,” she says, letting her training start to slip back into place, punctuated by Natsuko’s moans. “Daddy’s got fat, hairy nuts full of thick, nasty jizz, a wrinkly foreskin with loadsa gunk underneath it, and… ahhhn~…”
Garrett’s really started to fuck Natsuko in earnest now – though he can’t get all of his cock inside, not like the optimised sex-sleeve that he turned Hester’s cunt into, it’s plenty deep enough to prod his bulbous glans against Natsuko’s prostate. Her stiffy twitches with each thrust in, not exactly hard, but definitely aroused. Pushing her fat, fake titties against Natsuko’s side, Hester watches her girlfriend getting fucked right in front of her, breath quickening, and mind wandering to some unfair places.
“Th-thank you Daddy for…” she starts to say, then biting her lip – but the rest of the sentence blurts out anyway. “For putting a baby in my womb instead of Natsuko!”
It’s at that point, while Garrett is mashing her cummy-button in earnest, that Natsuko ejaculates from her limp shaft. A few thin squirts trickle down and over her grape-sized balls, a negligible amount compared to how much Garrett can pump out. Raising an eyebrow when he notices Natsuko’s impotent sissygasm trickling over her puffy, hairless taint, Garrett almost seems amused by it.
“Heh… ‘least your impotent dribbles work as lube, I s’pose,” he says, then takes a deep gulp of his beer, and puts it down on the table. Reaching down with both hands, he wraps them around Natsuko’s waist more firmly, then draws his hips back. “But yer gonna need plenty more before I’m finished with ya!”
---
Obviously, Garrett accepted the girls’ offer. Even if he was suspicious about how ‘easy’ they made it, he’s not about to look a gift whore in the mouth, and after emptying his nuts into Natsuko’s guts (with several more dry orgasms from the girl herself), he set about putting his plans into action. Natsuko was sent away first, with some specific instructions to give to Siobhan once she arrives at the Prancing Bicorn, and a few phone calls followed. But, later on that afternoon, Garrett finally stands in the bathroom behind his new ‘toy’, reaching a hand around to paw at her chest.
“Mmmm~… now this is more like it!” he says, enthusiastically. “What d’ya think o’ your new look, Onahole?”
Hester’s shoulders tense at the way Garrett so casually fondles her unwanted, oversized implants, sitting proudly on her chest – as if a testament to how her body has been corrupted, subverted into a form where the pleasure of men is paramount. Her own comfort is a distant second behind being pretty for other people to look at. And play with. To that end, Garrett has dressed her up in a set of lacy lingerie, half-cup bra supporting her tits while leaving her pierced nipples exposed, and garter belt (sans-panties, leaving her cunt open to the air), holding up a set of stockings, into which she wears a pair of tall, transparent stripper heels. It’s all in blue and pink to match her Onahole collar, which has itself gained a small padlock keeping it in place.
But even worse than her outfit are the new tattoos he gave her, using a pair of single-use cosmetic charms, which are also E-Z-Bim branded.
“I… it’s, ummn~…” Hester answers, trying to process the latest change, which she couldn’t resist without messing up their plan. “I d-don’t… I don’t get it, um… it’s the same as on the-“
“On the portals, yep! Just a little something to show that, even if they’re not active, you’re still just a sex doll,” he says, as if that was just obvious. “Your pussy exists to be fucked, and your mouth exists to suck! If they can do other inconsequential things, like talk, or get pregnant, that’s just a happy bonus.”
Bright and clear, set in the centre of her chest, just above her generous cleavage is the word ‘Suck’, in flowing cursive, sparkling silver, inside a pattern of intersecting lines. And above her bare pussy, the same pattern but in gold, with the word ‘Fuck’. Exactly like the labels on the end of her portals, with a single purpose. To let everybody know what she’s for.
“I had a few other ideas…” Garrett muses, casually running his hands over Hester’s skin, while his cock nudges her butt. “Maybe labelling you as Daddy’s Fucktoy would’a been fun, or placin’ one of those symbols with the male and the female overlapping, to tell the world you’ve given up on that stupid dyke shit.”
Hester tenses, wavering for a moment on her tall heels, as Garrett throws her ideals in her face so casually. Is she really so far gone that he would think she’s given up on her sexuality? Looking like this… it seems that her and Garrett are of the same mind, as his gaze tracks up and down her reflection, like he’s appraising a piece of meat.
“But that’s pretty obvious by now, ain’t it?”, he says, reaching up a hand to push a finger between her pillowy lips, glistening pink as always, and delightfully soft to the touch. “But there’s no reason not to be doubly sure. Ahem… reactivate training routine seventeen B, full cycle, operant mode. Magnitude… let’s say ten.”
bzzm~
“Huh?!”, Hester asks, as a pleasant vibration resonates between her tongue stud and the cage surrounding her clit, similar to when it would replace her speech. “What did you just do, Ga-“
kzzt!
A zap of intense pain lances through her body, just for a moment, while also freezing her tongue and vocal cords. They’re freed up again a moment later, just long enough to prevent a loud squeal from leaving her throat. But, most concerningly, the tongue piercing seems to be on a different setting… it doesn’t change her words, or force Hester to say anything she didn’t intend to. Instead, it just prevents her from saying anything wrong.
“That’s more like it,” Garrett says with that insufferable grin on his face. “Because you’re just my toy, aren’t you? A doll. And you exist to be used. Tell me that, Onahole.”
“I… I’m-”
kzzt!
Barely a single word into the sentence, Hester is cut off by the training routine, and her confusion must be evident, because Garrett chuckles softly. Lifting a hand to her collar, he taps on the glowing word around her throat, and Hester immediately knows what he’s getting at. Because she’s not an ‘I’ anymore.
“Mmf… O-Onahole is happy to-”
kzzt!
“Nope!” Garrett says, as she’s cut off again. “Your happiness doesn’t matter, does it?”
“Onahole… exists to be used?”
kzzt!
“The words were right, but it’s not a question, Onahole!” Garrett interjects, with gleeful exasperation. “Look at yourself in the mirror, empty what little brains you have left, and tell yourself what you are.”
“Onahole exists to be used…”
bzzm~
This time, as soon as she finishes speaking, a pulse of pleasure washes through her body. And not just sexual, though it’s certainly a major component, but also a feeling of satisfaction. Which is a little worrying, especially when Garrett takes a step back, giving her tits a fond pat.
“Good girl,” he says, leaving Hester alone in the bathroom, staring at her reflection. “Now, keep repeating that to yourself while I get ready for my meeting.”
Blinking, her eyelashes long and fluttery, she first considers just pretending, or resisting the new piercing. But… Garrett would just find something worse for her, some other way to torment her or Natsuko. So, Hester opens her mouth, and starts to speak to herself.
“Ona… Onahole exists to be used.”
bzzm~
“Onahole… mmmn~… exists to be used.”
bzzm~
“Ahhn~… Onahole exists to be… mmf~… used.”
bzzm~
As if on cue, the pussy portal is activated from somewhere across town, and the familiar sensation of a stranger’s cock pressing into her slit is added to the vibrations affirming her mantra. The buxom black bimbo doesn’t even respond, just continuing her mantra while her mind starts to fray – a cock that isn’t Daddy’s is unable to make Onahole cum, and the piercings’ vibration is just enough to keep her floating near orgasm, but never tipping over the edge…
“Onahole exists… ahh~… to be used.”
bzzm~
“Mmf~… Onahole exists to be used.”
bzzm~
“Onahole exists to be used.”
bzzm~
---
Natsuko has been to the Prancing Bicorn Gentlemen’s Club before, of course. Once to check on Hester after she found out about the true nature of the E-Z-Bim Salon, arriving too late to prevent her physical bimbofication. And a few other times to walk Hester home after shifts, especially after the training routine was activated on her tongue, leaving her vulnerable to any random pervert that tried to catcall her. But otherwise, she tried not to get too involved in the den of strobe lights, strong drinks, and strange appetites.
Until now, that is.
“G-good evening, sir… umm~… w-would you like to… to…” she stammers, barely able to look at the man she just approached. “To use m-my girlfriend’s… ah~… p-pussy?”
Holding the pink metallic portal out in front of her, a gorgeous cunt emerges from the magical distortion in spacetime. Puffy labia majora, slick with juices and a deep, rich brown colour, frame a splayed pink slit, with golden cage encasing the engorged clitoris, and a thick glob of jizz oozing from the centre. It’s clear that Natsuko isn’t offering condoms, but plenty of people continue to use Hester’s twat, dumping their loads into her girlfriend right in front of her.
And it’s not even the only humiliation causing her dicklet to throb and leak inside the chastity orb, which Garrett so thoughtfully locked back into place. Natsuko is wearing a translucent, glossy leotard, much like a swimsuit, plenty thin enough to show off her stiff nipples and see the glowing sphere encasing her crotch. Her hair is pulled up into twintails, as if to emphasise her Asian heritage, and a collar wraps around her throat. The colours are matching Hester’s, but inverted – and this one has ‘SISSY’ spelled out in glowing letters instead.
“Wait, seriously?” says her prospective customer, looking up from his drink with a disbelieving smile. “You’re just goin’ around and… and getting men to fuck your girl?”
Continuing to tell herself that if she didn’t do this for Hester, one of the other girls would be offering her around, it doesn’t exactly make Natsuko feel better. Not when the plug in her ass is keeping all of Garrett’s spunk in her guts, and everyone thinks that her doing this is just hilarious. She can’t even rationalise her behaviour, like how Hester’s tongue piercing changed her speech, and instead just nods her head in response.
“Mmmn~… uh-huh!”, Natsuko replies, blushing deeply with a hand to her cheek. “It’s… it’s free to f-fuck her, but…”
Raising his eyebrows at the generous offer, the man waits for the added cost – there’s always something, especially in bars like this, but he’s still surprised by what ‘Sissy’ suggests.
“If you b-buy a cocktail, I’ll… um…” she says, glancing down at the portal in her hand. Swallowing heavily, she can still taste a lingering saltiness from the last time someone took her up on this offer. “C-clean her up first!”
“A cocktail…? Nah,” the man says, looking down at his almost-full beer. For a moment, Natsuko relaxes, eyes darting around for someone else unlikely to want a cocktail. “But I don’t mind sloppy seconds! Hand her over!”
Her heart sinking, Natsuko doesn’t tell the man that it’s more like sloppy fifths at this point, each raw, unfiltered load adding more to Hester’s tight, wet cunt. The portal apparently protects from STDs, and Garrett is convinced that nobody else will be able to knock her up, but it still hurts to watch man after man using her girlfriend in a way that Natsuko never has. Even when she had the chance, alone with Hester and uncaged, her sissy clitty hasn’t even touched her pussy.
But her tongue has, plenty of times. As she’s forced to watch another man add to the disgusting slop filling Hester’s cunt, Natsuko knows that someone will eventually take her up on the offer, and she’ll be forced to slurp down another cocktail of her own…
---
“So, you… made your money in real estate? What’s that got to do with, well…”
Kneeling on a pink cushion in a smoky cigar lounge, replete with wood panelling, brass decorations, and leather couches, Hes… Onahole notices the man sitting opposite Daddy when he gestures towards her, and the closed blue portal on the table between them. She doesn’t know who the businessman is, nor did Daddy even consider telling her, but it’s not hard to infer what the meeting is about.
“Rentin’ houses, rentin’ whores, what’s the difference?” Garrett replies, as he takes a puff of his cigar. “It’s all about passive revenue streams.”
The businessman chuckles and nods his head, lifting a glass of whiskey as if in toast to that idea, while Onahole tries to follow the conversation. It seems… bad, right? Daddy doing this to her is horrible enough, and she knows that he’s roped in some of the girls at his club. Expanding the business is probably not good. But the portal between her legs hasn’t deactivated since Onahole was stood in front of the mirror in Daddy’s apartment, repeating that phrase to herself while the piercings buzz, and Daddy took… a long while to get ready. Ten minutes? Two hours? It’s hard to tell, and she tunes out for a couple of minutes while another cock fills her hole, the piercings buzzing to affirm the joy of being used for her purpose.
“Offer a five grand loan to a stupid cunt, on the condition that she gets a portal installed, with the promise that she’ll easily pay back what she owes,” Daddy is in the middle of explaining, as Onahole starts to listen again. “Then you sell it to horny schmucks for ten or twenty bucks a minute, depending on the quality of the girl’s holes, using intermediate units they can buy from us on the cheap. She gets a quarter, her debt gets the same, and we pocket half as a service charge to run the app and the portal relay. Like a telephone exchange, y’know?”
Staying quiet to hear out the idea, the other gentleman sips his drink, clearly intrigued. Something wet and warm makes contact with Onahole’s pussy, swirling around her opening, and she relaxes her muscles – letting a thick glob of semen ooze out and into her girlfriend’s mouth, while Natsuko’s tongue delves deeper to clean out more of the cum.
“Then we set the interest rates high, compounded monthly, and delist her profile if she gets too close to breaking even each month,” Daddy continues to explain, going on to answer some questions from the other man about credit scores, expected times to pay off, and how quick these debts can grow. Onahole can’t follow it, the numbers swimming in her head while Natsuko finishes eating her out.
“But here’s the kicker!” he says, gesturing with his cigar. “If she wants more cash, we offer another advance, which we give straight to you guys at E-Z-Bim. Then you pump up her lips or pussy, or both if she’s desperate enough for a second portal. Double her prices, but only give her a fifty percent pay increase, and say she can drop down below minimum interest payments if she needs help with rent.”
The small parts that do seep into Onahole’s squishy grey matter are objectively awful, exploitative and sexist, but completely legal as far as she can tell. Just like how Daddy’s ownership of her portals is legal, and the worrying level of control he has over the holes they’re linked to. Hester was an ardent feminist, advocate for equality, and would never have stood for something like this – but Onahole just stays on her knees as Daddy continues talking.
“Of course, we can’t just fleece them – we’ve gotta find some real pretty girls, streamers or pornstars or whatever, to give real good rates,” he says, with a wink, as if it’s not just good rates they’d be giving. “They can charge a premium, make some real money, and if the other girls complain? We just tell them they aren’t trying hard enough. But hey, why not get a bonus for letting us put their name and face on the site?”
“Who cares if they get found out by their best friend’s dad, or a college lecturer, or just some random guy who liked the look of them on the bus? A cock is a cock, and these bitches should be grateful that we’re giving them the chance to offer their holes up so easily.”
At this point, Onahole half expects the man sitting opposite Daddy to tell him to fuck off, to end the meeting, to do something decent to stop whatever’s happening. But instead, he just leans forward, gesturing for Daddy to continue.
“Then if their debt gets too high, especially if we’ve already made back the principal loan, we threaten to repossess the portals. Either she coughs up more money than we gave her to start with, or we sell them to… hah… to ‘recoup our losses’,” Daddy says with a laugh, despite having made loads of money from this hypothetical girl. “Find some rich pervert, or the poor dude she bullied in high school – or that bullied her – and let him do what he wants. Maybe she eventually buys her holes back, maybe not, it ain’t our problem anymore.”
“Or if nobody’s interested, we can send put her through one of your E-Z-Bim clinics, then find a club like the Prancing Bicorn to employ her. Just like Onahole here!” he says, gesturing down at Onahole with a proud smile. But proud like he’s showing off a new car, not a person. “Her cuck girlfriend is there right now, actually, offering her cunt around while I get to enjoy the rest of her.”
The other businessman gives her a closer look, eyes lingering on the tattoos, her plumped up lips, and buxom figure, all courtesy of the company that he works for. Probably thinking about how he wants one of his own…
“I mean, seriously! Here I’ve got a cute, black, eighteen-year-old dyke, done up like a proper bimbo. She used to be one’a those whiny feminists, that cares about girls going to college or whatever, and…”, Daddy says, pausing for a moment as he leans forward to pick up the closed Suck portal on the table in front of him. “She’s gonna service your cock. Sucking it, drinking your piss, cleaning your arse – whatever you want. Ain’t that right, Onahole?”
“P-please, sir… mmmfgh~,” she manages to get out, her eyes glazed and her mouth drooling a little. “Can you… hahhn~… use Onahole as your cum-toilet?”
bzzm~
Rewarded for speaking as she should, Onahole can only watch as Daddy passes the portal over to this gross, misogynistic businessman, the kind that is going to use his money and status to put more girls in her position. Stripping them of their futures with deceptive marketing and predatory loans, diminishing them to little more than toys. Just like her.
And when he opens the cap of her mouth portal, and presses his cock against her plush DSLs, Onahole obediently sucks. In the back of her mind, Hester knows that this is part of the plan. Give in to what Garrett wants, lull him into a false sense of security, and keep him from tricking them into something worse – but if she’s being honest with herself, she doesn’t think about that in the moment. Instead, she just does exactly what she was trained for, mindlessly slurping her tongue around this man’s prick while he plots to strip away her rights.
When he eventually blows his load, it’s Onahole that willingly swallows his cum, mind fuzzed from the piercings rewarding her for the correct behaviour. Natsuko has finished cleaning her out and found another man to fuck her, but it seems that this meeting is coming to an end. A satisfying one for both the men, and neither of them care what the toy thinks.
“Before I go…”, the businessman says, tossing back the last of his whiskey. “How did you get hold of Onahole?”
“Oh, that was a stroke of luck! But most importantly, I used your arbitration service, the E-Z-Bim subsidiary,” Garrett replies. “You know, the… heh, the ‘impartial’ one.”
---
After an evening of long meetings and long blowjobs for Hester, and a shift at the Prancing Bicorn offering Hester’s pussy for Natsuko, both of them need a shower. Garrett begrudgingly agrees to it, after Natsuko points out that his ‘toy’ would be a better demonstration if she’s kept in good condition, and the happy couple manage to get some time to themselves. A scant few minutes where their conversation will be masked by the rushing water, and Garrett won’t complain if Natsuko rubs and squeezes her girlfriend’s body.
“Th-the speed of light is… mmmn~…”, Hester says quietly, putting a finger to her lip in deep thought while Natsuko soaps up her tits. “About th-three hundred thousand kilometres per second…”
Her training routine, thankfully, doesn’t seem to punish or reward the recitation of facts. Hester still can’t refer to herself in the first person, or with any name except Onahole (or a suitably demeaning epithet), but this is a loophole which should allow her to do something monumentally important – revise for college.
They might have implied to Garrett that Hester planned on taking a gap year, giving him just over an entire year to corrupt and mould Onahole into exactly the toy he wants, but three weeks is much easier to endure. Especially with a fixed end date, and occasional chances to speak in private, as Natsuko continues to whisper in Hester’s ear.
“Uh-huh! That’s correct,” she says. “How about, um… Avogadro’s constant?”
“Oh, um… I th-“
kzzt!
“Nngh~! Onahole means… Onahole thinks-“
kzzt!
“Onahole d-doesn’t think! Onahole… hahhhn~… exists to be used…”
bzzm~
That doesn’t mean their revision sessions are going to be easy, though. Giving Hester a moment to recover, to think again, Natsuko gently kisses the nape of her neck. Just above the collar, still locked, the faint taste of soap is still better than the accumulated ejaculate of twenty-nine men. Not that Natsuko counted or anything. And how many of those men get to come home at the end of the day, knowing that the owner of that pussy loves them, trusts them, and wants to spend her life with them?
How many of them even care about that, so long as they can fuck Onahole’s cunt, and Natsuko can’t…?
“Avogadro’s… no, the Avogadro constant is, mmmn~…”, Hester continues, while Natsuko’s chastity nudges between her butt-cheeks, any leakage lost in the soapy water. “The number of particles per mole, uh… six point zero two, times ten to the twenty-three?”
“R-right again, honey!”, Natsuko replies. It’s the best idea they had to keep both of them sane, and suitable for college in a few weeks, at which point the portals will transfer to their rightful owner. Once that happens, Hester can get her changes reversed, move back in with Natsuko, and everything will go back to normal. To how it should be! This will only be a bad memory, something to laugh (or go to therapy) about in years to come.
All they can do now is carry on, and hope that their plan will be enough to finally escape from Garrett’s clutches – because this is very much their last chance.
Chapter 9: The Road to Hell
Notes:
I've been writing and posting my stories for quite a while - and I've decided to share some of them on AO3 as well, in case it brings in a wider audience! Which means you can check out more of my smut, which includes games and comics, at my Hentai Foundry page, but I'll also be tweeting out chapter updates at my Twitter account.
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When coming up with her plan, the best way she could see to save Hester and return them to the normal college life they were looking forward to, Natsuko… perhaps hadn’t been the most forward-thinking. Offering her tight pink sphincter to Garrett, working at his club offering Hester’s portal pussy, and listening to her girlfriend’s bimbofied speech as she tries to revise? Those were all pretty much expected.
What she did not expect, a week after moving in, was to be woken up at two o’clock in the morning to the sound of Hester’s moaning, and the plap-plap-plap of their host’s cock slamming into her girlfriend’s tight, perfectly-moulded cunt.
“Ahhhn~! D-Daddyyy~…”, Hester moans under her breath, her tone vapid and submissive. “You’re gonna… mmmnf~… like, wake her up!”
Cracking open her eyelids, but not moving or making herself known, Natsuko peeks at the pair of them from the couch – while they’re in Garrett’s bed, of course. Hester is on her hands and knees, her tits swaying freely as Garrett slams his cock into her, grasping her hips tightly. From the spurts of cum already running down her back, it seems likely that he’s already been doing this for a while, and doesn’t plan on stopping any time soon.
So, Natsuko should just shut her eyes, plug her ears, and try to ignore it. Get back to sleep, one day closer to freedom, instead of… secretly continuing to watch her girlfriend get fucked. But it occurs to her that this is the first time she’s been physically present to watch Garrett screwing her. She’s been there while portals have been used, even used them herself, and ‘overheard’ their time together the night before Hester’s college interview.
And actually watching her girlfriend get fucked by a man, seeing his thick, middle-aged cock sawing in and out of her unprotected cunt, every plap and squelch and shamefully orgasmic moan experienced first-hand, is too much. And it’s intoxicating. Hester is being so casually dominated by Garrett, her headstrong, independent girlfriend turned into a mewling, cock-dumb bimbo.
“As if you care about that, Onahole… nngh~,” Garrett says, grunting as he pushes his shaft deeper on the next thrust. “The stupid sissy would probably cream her panties if she saw you getting it from a real cock.”
Which isn’t true at all, obviously. Why would it turn Natsuko on to watch her strong, smart, staunchly feminist lesbian of a partner being essentially raped by their fat, gross, pervert of a neighbour? One that’s been fucking her fairly regularly, often with Natsuko’s own hand, for the last few weeks? And who, just the other day, emptied several loads of thick, congealed, fertility-enhanced jizz into Hester’s ovulating womb, with no more contraception or morning-after potions available?
It’s not like Natsuko could cum with the chastity orb encasing her dicklet, even if it is pressing uncomfortably against the inside of the cramped sphere. All while she watches Hester’s bimbo-blonde hair shift, her massive silicone titties jiggle, and her plush, glossy pink lips moan while Garrett’s cock stretches her unprotected cunt, and his heavy, hairy balls slap against her abdomen…
“Besides… heh~… didn’t you ask for this?” mutters Garrett, breaking Natsuko from her sleepy trance. “I can always stop if you want…”
Natsuko stiffens – and not (just) in her panties. Somehow managing to stay quiet, she watches as Hester shakes her head, but the implication of Garrett’s words is clear. Everything that’s happened to them so far has been… forced, coerced, blackmailed, or the least bad option available to them. Even if some of those decisions just made things even worse, at least they were trying.
“Mmmmn~… th-that’s not why… hnnngh~!”, Hester tries to complain, her words nursing hope in Natsuko’s heart. “It’s not like Onahole… mmmf~… absowutely super-duper looooves being D-Daddy’s dumb li’l fucktoy!”
Garrett gives Hester’s rump a spank, his rough hands digging into her dark, supple skin. There’s a familiar blue glint from inside her mouth, and Natsuko recognises the kind of self-degrading dirty talk that the tongue-piercing now forces Hester to say almost full-time. But it tends not to change the core substance of what she’s saying, so Natsuko is fixated, eager to hear her girlfriend’s explanation.
“Hahhh~… Onahole j-just… mmmfgh…” she starts to say, but then glances up at Natsuko. And her very clearly open eyes. At that moment, shoving his cock deep into Hester’s spasming twat, Garrett ejaculates – deep and raw, triggering a familiar, uncontrollable orgasm. And with it, an almost shouted outburst, ecstasy and shame mingling on Hester’s face as she cries out.
“Onahole exists to be used! AHHHN~!”
Looking up at well, Garrett meets Natsuko’s gaze with a cocky smirk, while his balls throb and clench, squeezing out the last of his virile spunk into Hester’s pussy. Again. Again and again, as many times as he wants, while Natsuko still hasn’t done it even once. But there’s no hiding she’s awake now, her mind whirling with implications – is the piercing actually affecting Hester’s mind, altering her morals and driving her to want to have sex with Garrett? Has her heightened libido made it impossible to function without getting regularly fucked, or is this just part of the plan to pretend to give in to Garrett’s perversion?
“Well, seems that someone’s finally noticed what a needy slut her ‘girlfriend’ is,” Garrett says, as he pulls out of Hester with a wet plop, the bimbo slumping forwards in post-orgasmic bliss. Finally, he said, as if this has happened before, maybe even since they first arrived. “But don’t you worry, Nat. I’ll be happy to keep showing you dumb dykes how to treat a cunt. In fact…”
He scratches his chin, then reaches down and rolls Hester over onto her back, wedging a pillow under her butt to point her cum-stuffed pussy towards the ceiling. Firstly, trapping it all inside and forcing it to ooze down against her cervix, but also making it much more visible. Reaching over to the bedside table, Garrett shakes a couple more of those boner pills into his palm, swallowing them down with a sip of beer.
“C’mon over here. I think I’d better give you a closer look, hmm?”
Natsuko will have to ask Hester about this, perhaps during their next shower – even without Garrett present, her girlfriend seems to be in no fit state to answer questions. Not without replacing her words with ditzy bimbo affirmations, at least. So instead, Natsuko finds her legs shifting her off the couch, and onto the floor beside Garrett’s bed, her face inches away from Hester’s crotch.
She’s overheard Hester being fucked, she’s been there for portals, and just now peeped on them at the end of a round of rough, sweaty copulation. But this is the closest she’s gotten to a front row seat, as Garrett shifts himself on top of Hester, pushing her legs up into a mating press position. The stink of sex and cum burns in Natsuko’s lungs, but she can’t pull her eyes away as the fat, throbbing shaft, several times larger than her own piddly pricklet, effortlessly slides its way back into Hester’s moaning, quivering body.
“Tha’s a good girl,” Garrett says, patronisingly, as he glances down at Natsuko. “Least you know where you belong, eh?”
---
In addition to Natsuko’s new nightly routine, her role at the Prancing Bicorn Gentlemen’s Club has evolved since she first started working there. She still walks around freely offering Hester’s pussy to any man that wants it, and cleaning it out with her tongue for the price of a cocktail, but the patrons quickly realised that they could ask more of her – for a little cash, of course.
“A twenny’ll do, right Sissy?” asks the latest one, while Natsuko is on her knees in front of him, her hands wrapped around the pink Own-A-Hole portal that connects to her girlfriend’s slit. Fucking the men herself somehow feels even worse than just letting them jerk off, but they’ve soon come to expect it, just like they enjoy seeing her ever-present chastity orb through whatever skimpy garment she’s wearing that night. Tonight happens to be a translucent black negligee, with nothing even attempting to cover her crotch, and her usual Sissy marked collar.
“Um~… s-sorry, sir? What do you, ah~…” she responds, not certain what he means. It’s even more embarrassing with the other girls around, and Rachel – sorry, Rape Doll – has been following her around tonight, apparently happy to watch her squirm in humiliation.
The money being offered is about the right price for a cocktail, even if most of the men simply ask her for a beer instead, but something about the way he says it makes her think he’s after something else. And, of course, he is. Leering up at her, taking in her pretty face and petite body, the man’s cock throbs as Natsuko continues to slide the portal up and down his shaft.
“Yer happy to clean out the cunt, yeah? Well, how’s about cleanin’ me off, instead!”
She worried that was what he was after, and he’s not the first. It’s been just over a fortnight since she started here, with college enrolment happening at the start of next week, potentially the moment of freedom! But Natsuko needs money for her plan to work, much more than the pittance Garrett disburses from the ‘wages’ she brings home. Not that that makes any sense, seeing as he owns the club and pays her to start with, but it does cover the makeup and lingerie she’s forced to buy.
But it means she has to resort to other methods to fill her purse.
“Y-yes, sir! I’d be… mmn… h-happy to,” she says, sliding Hester up and down his shaft with more vigour. She tries not to think about her girlfriend connected to the other side, giggling on Garrett’s arm, or whatever he has her doing during her shifts. Right now, she is just a toy, something to be used to make men cum – which the man does a moment later, groaning under his breath as another load fills Hester’s snatch. By this point, Natsuko’s stopped counting.
At least her girlfriend doesn’t cum from these random suitors – even if being fucked turns Hester on, building up her arousal through the night, only Garrett’s cock can send her over the edge. Still, Garrett doesn’t make Natsuko use condoms here, apparently confident that…
Natsuko would rather not think about that.
“Well, go on then, Sissy,” chimes in Rape Doll, her voice dancing on the edge of mockery, with her own portal in hand. “Aren’t you going to do as he asked?”
Suppressing a shudder, Natsuko doesn’t respond, knowing that it only eggs the redhead on. But she does as she’s told, taking the twenty and pulling Hester’s pussy off his softening cock. Then, puckering her pretty little lips, she starts to suck and clean her girlfriend’s juices from the man’s shaft. As if thanking him for defiling her, every tender lick and slurp another level of humiliation – but a necessary one, if she’s going to save them.
“Oh, and remember to come by the locker room before you leave,” her coworker reminds her with a smirk, leaning her dark-painted lips into Natsuko’s ear. “I’ve heard that my sister’s had a rather… rough day.”
Humming her assent, Natsuko tries to focus on the cock right in front of her, instead of thinking about what’s to come after her shift. Because it’s not just the customers that are willing to pay for her services…
---
“Heyyy~… has anyone seen my mouth?”
The voice is coming from somewhere in the room, muffled by the other girls’ conversations, while Crystal – or Sex Toy – crawls around on the floor. Not an uncommon position for her, as the cum dripping from her pretty, plump pussy attests. It’s remarkable how quickly some of them had gotten used to having their orifices transposed with another point in space, but the increased business at the club certainly helps.
Ignoring her ditzy coworker, Siobhan lets out a low gasp as Natsuko’s tongue delves deeper into her ginger-thatched pussy, resting a hand on the girl’s head. Even the manager of the club isn’t immune to Garrett’s new developments – faced with the option of taking a significant pay rise, or being out of a job, it’s little wonder she made the choice that she did.
Doesn’t mean she has to like it, though.
“Ugh~… I’d feel better about this if I actually knew who was screwing me,” she complains, glancing over at Rachel, her younger sister. “Although that would mean going out on the floor, which is… not my idea of fun.”
Even if Siobhan is happy to wear the Prancing Bicorn uniform shirt and serve drinks to drunken perverts, she doesn’t envy Rachel’s role. Squeezing herself into tiny black dresses, getting those implants on her chest, and walking around while flirting with the guests. All to entice them into sticking their cocks into her right there and then, with the thin veneer of a portal to distinguish it from sex.
“Hey, at least it was people tonight!” says Rachel with a teasing smirk. “Did Mister Wade ever-“
“No, he never apologised for… that time. Fucking prick, thinking that the collar around my neck might be literal,” Siobhan grumbles again, reaching up to her throat to tug at the personalised leather – with Bitch on the front of it, as well as a bone-shaped tag. A shudder runs down Natsuko’s spine, but she keeps on licking, remembering that day well. Because there was a lot of it inside of Siobhan’s well-fucked slit, saltier and not as thick as usual, with a unique aftertaste.
Today, luckily, it’s just the cum from random strangers, which she’s gently massaging out of her manager’s cunt with her tongue. Just like she does with Hester’s pussy multiple times throughout the night, Natsuko has offered her services to all of the girls at the Prancing Bicorn, and most of them have accepted. For a small portion of their tips.
“Mmmn… good job, Sissy. I think that’s enough for today,” Siobhan says, pushing Natsuko’s head away, her mouth coming away with a wet schlorp, and a ragged gasp. “You’re getting quicker at that. Rachel, you going next?”
“Nah, let Crystal, I’ve still gotta get my boots off,” she replies, giving Natsuko a moment to catch her breath, and rinse her mouth out with water. It doesn’t help much, but she does what she can. With that brief respite from her work, she looks between the redheaded sisters, who have been… mostly supportive, since she started here.
Even if they haven’t quite forgiven Hester for introducing Garrett to the Own-A-Hole products, and inspiring him to utilise them in the club.
“Th-thank you, um… Siobhan,” she says, graciously accepting the handful of small bills which the manager hands to her. “At least, aha~… I’m g-getting better at eating, um… p-pussy, right? Once I get Hester back, then…”
Siobhan and Rachel don’t answer right away, their eyes meeting for an awkward moment, until Rachel looks back down at her thigh-high stilettos, and Siobhan purses her lips. Looking back at Natsuko, she puts a placating smile on her lips, brushing a lock of hair behind one ear.
“Well, about that, Si… Natsuko,” Siobhan says, carefully. “You’re not… well, it doesn’t actually feel good when you, um… clean us out? It’s just more convenient than having to use a shower, and… you seem to enjoy it.”
Once again, Natsuko’s body responds to the insinuation, her cheeks flushing and her abdomen tensing. It’s not like she’s turned on by cleaning them out, it just… it reminds her of doing it to Hester! Which she also doesn’t enjoy, of course.
“W-what? No! I… I mean, it’s not, ahem…” Natsuko says, clearing her throat and shaking her head to push away the humiliating thoughts. "What are you trying to say?”
“That you’re not good at, shall we say, cunnilingus. Not specifically, in the way you probably meant. Instead,” Siobhan hesitates, her eyes sliding from Natsuko’s, as if casting around for the right way to put this. “What you’re actually good at is… eating out creampies.”
“It’s not been practise to be a good girlfriend,” Rachel cuts in, her voice firm and unyielding, making no room for misunderstanding. “You’ve been practising to be a good cuck.”
Wanting to deny it, Natsuko finds that she can’t. She’s not even had sex with her girlfriend yet! Instead, she’s been going around offering Hester’s cunt to men, watching her fuck Garrett almost every night, and even volunteering to slurp the jizz out of other girls’ pussies. All of that has been for a good reason, one that Natsuko is working towards even now, but the allegations are hard to deny.
For now, she just needs to keep working hard, because she will save Hester.
“Found iiiiit! Okay Sissy, I’m like, totes ready for you to clean out my cunny now! You don’t mind doing my butt as well, right?”
Even if it means degrading herself even further in the meantime.
---
Each day spent living under Garrett’s roof is just as humiliating as the last. Natsuko wakes up on the couch, after a restless night being forced to watch her girlfriend being fucked, and then makes breakfast for them all. Garrett usually heads off to some business meeting or another, often taking ‘Onahole’ with him, leaving Natsuko to cook and clean, and prepare. As the sunlight starts to fade, she dons her collar, does her makeup, and goes to work.
When she finally returns home, she tries to get Hester into the shower, so they can have some tiny amount of alone time. For revising and trying to fight the tongue-piercing, which has gotten more and more difficult over time. Then they go to bed, and repeat it the next day. But today, the last day before Natsuko can put her plan into action, something changes.
“Say, Natsuko…” says Garrett over breakfast, with a casual tone that sets Nat’s nerves on edge. “I’ve heard from the girls at the club that… mmmn~… you’ve been workin’ pretty hard recently.”
Natsuko tries to control herself, swallowing the forkful of waffle, and wishing she could take solace from Hester’s presence. Unfortunately, her girlfriend usually has her breakfast under the table, and the conversation is set to a sloppy, muffled gluck-gluck-gluck. One more thing that Natsuko has had to endure, holding on to the knowledge that it will only be temporary. It has to be.
“Ah, y-yes, I… I suppose so?” she tentatively responds, trying to intuit what Garrett is getting at. “I don’t want to… ah… be ungrateful for… for what-“
“Cut the crap, I know you don’t like this, even if it makes your worthless clitty twitch,” Garrett cuts in, not untruthfully. “But yer still tryin’, and in my book, that’s something which deserves a reward. So, finish your breakfast, take your pants off, and take a comfortable seat…”
With little choice in the matter, and not really able to turn Garrett down, Natsuko does just that. Resting her hands on her knees, she watches as Garrett fetches a couple of things, one of them being Hester’s pink pussy-portal. Once he has that in hand, he gives it to Hester, then reaches down and… plucks the chastity orb off Natsuko’s crotch, freeing her prick for the first time in almost a month.
“Pfft~… has it gotten smaller?” he asks, and Natsuko starts to shake her head – but she’s not entirely sure of that herself. Whatever the case, it’s still standing up stiffly, her smooth balls tensed underneath, as Hester kneels down between her legs, silicone-stuffed jigglies nudging Natsuko’s thighs. Her face is messy, with globs of cum running down her chin and onto her silver Suck tattoo, while stray pubic hairs are stuck to her plush, pink DSLs, but she’s still the girl that Natsuko loves.
She’s certain that beneath the façade of Onahole, that girl is still in there, waiting for her. But right now, when Garrett steps up beside her and rests a hand on her platinum blonde hair, she just turns and starts sucking him off again, without even being asked.
“There, see? Mmmn~… you’re both good,” Garrett says. “So, I thought it was finally time… for you to lose your virginity. And who else but your darlin’ ex-girlfriend for you to have your first time with? I might’a shown her that bein’ an obedient, cock-slobberin’ bimbo is better than pretendin’ to be an uppity, rug-munching bitch, but I c’n tell she still cares about ya.”
Natsuko’s heart jumps in her chest, her breath quickening as Garrett makes it clear what the reward he’s offering is. She thought it would be something nasty and humiliating, but she actually gets to… her and Hester…? Obviously, the situation isn’t ideal, but-
“Onahole, open the portal.”
And Onahole opens the portal, to show the smooth, puffy pussy that Natsuko has grown intimately familiar with. The swollen, hypersensitive clitoris, caged behind an enchanted golden mesh, ensuring that only Garrett’s cock can make Hester’s moulded cunt orgasm. Dark, hairless skin, luscious and always slick with moisture, leading to the centre, which… is positively oozing with thick, congealed semen.
“Huh…? You… ahhn~…” Natsuko gasps, stammering her question as Hester moves the hole closer to her still-stiff prick. “W-why did you-“
“What? You don’t mind a li’l sloppy seconds, do ya? Although it’s probably more like sloppy… uh… sevenths or eighths by now. Go on Onahole, give Natsuko what she wants.”
“Mmmf~… yesh, Daddy…”
Natsuko wants to protest, remembering how Garrett had been particularly enthusiastic last night, continuing to seed Hester’s cunt even after she’d drifted off. Apparently, none of it was allowed to spill, until now – when Hester presses the portal forwards, and the two of them are finally able to make love. Depending on your definition of the term, because Hester had already gone back to making out with Garrett’s unwashed glans.
Squirming in her seat, Natsuko gasps at the sensation, but doesn’t push away or try to escape. The most that she’s experienced with her undersized dicklet is a handjob on prom night, an attempt at foreplay – which led to her prematurely dribbling into Hester’s palm, unable to get it up a second time. She won’t let that happen again though! Even if her girlfriend’s pussy is warm and wet, globs of sticky fluid running down her shaft, each one thicker and more volume than what her balls can produce.
“So, how is it, Onahole?” Garrett asks, pulling her away from his crotch for a moment, a string of sticky drool connecting his shaft with Hester’s cock-pillows. “An’ do be honest.”
“Nnnngh~… Onahole is… like…” she starts to say, her gaze flickering between Natsuko’s eyes and back to her Daddy’s dick, anxiety and shame clear in her gaze. Which is scant reassurance for Nat when she keeps speaking. “It’s, um… Onahole c-can’t even feel it? Mmmf… Daddy’s dick is j-just like… better… schlrrrp~…”
Natsuko grits her teeth as Hester goes back to sucking, her breathing shallow as she tries to control herself – there’s no way she can let herself cum from hearing that. It’s obviously because… because of the unfair changes that Garrett forced upon Hester! She can make sure everything goes back to how it should be, and her and Hester will be happy with just each other, no need for fat, bitch-breaking schlongs with heavy, hairy balls, and-
“In fact, Onahole,” says Garrett, smirking down at them both, as he leans down to press something into Hester’s free hand. “Why don’t you show Nat what we found out this morning…?”
The squeeze from Hester’s pussy is noticeable, as it clenches in response to whatever Garrett means. Glancing between the two of them, the panic and worry on her girlfriend’s face intensifies, but there’s an aspect of hopelessness to it. A sense that there’s no point in resisting, which Natsuko can’t accept. They’re so close to freedom, she just needs to get through one more day…!
But Hester lifts her hand, in which is a white strip of plastic. Turning it around, she reveals a pregnancy test. A positive one.
And that’s the moment in which Natsuko orgasms. Weeks of shameful, pent-up arousal, all released in a thin, watery spurt, a useless piddly stream against the torrent that Garrett has been unleashing. Even worse, it becomes clear that Garrett only allowed the faintest possibility of Natsuko screwing his toy once there was already no chance of anything unwanted happening, once he was already sure that Onahole was knocked up.
“Ahhhn~! H-Hester, you… mmmnf~… y-you’re…”
She just nods in response, pulling her portal away and letting Natsuko’s little clitty flop down impotently, slick with a man’s jizz, fresh from her girlfriend’s impregnated cunt. It’s something that Natsuko knows she should’ve expected, after weeks on end of Garrett ploughing Hester’s extremely fertile fields, with no period arriving when it was due last week. But it was too big, too horrifying to consider, and she just hoped to get free and deal with it before anything could happen.
But now Hester’s body is turned against her once more. Not just stuffed with silicone, tattooed and enhanced into a ridiculous bimbo, but also growing the child of the man who did it all. Her womb, part of her body left untouched and which Natsuko had hoped to start a family in one day, corrupted and betrayed. And finding it out made her squirt.
“C’mon, Onahole. Leave the useless dyke to clean up,” Garrett says, pulling Hester’s sympathy away, and guiding her head back to his hardening shaft. “An’ show me how grateful you are…”
---
The next morning, as far as Garrett’s concerned, should have been just like any other. Waking up to a long, luxurious blowjob from his preggo bimbo wifey, followed by a cooked breakfast from the dumb sissy that keeps making stupid decisions to try and get them out of this, only to dig them even deeper. A life of bliss, and exactly what he thinks that he deserves, aside from some minor annoyances like ‘consent’ and ‘free will’. But he can ignore that, so long as money keeps coming in, and his cock keeps coming out.
But Natsuko had other plans. Because today, though she’s been very careful not to remind Garrett about it, is another very important day.
“Hi!”, Natsuko says, raising one hand in greeting, while keeping the other wrapped securely around Hester’s waist. “We’re here for college sign-in?”
The woman on the other side of the desk raises an eyebrow, looking between the two of them, before shrugging. Most students don’t arrive precisely as soon as the welcome desk opens, but she’s not about to complain. Taking their names down, she also doesn’t care about why the large-breasted black girl doesn’t talk, and seems to be a little distracted.
Natsuko gives both of their details when prompted, and is dressed in a nice pink tank top, with a long yellow cardigan and jean shorts. The most sensible thing she’s worn in weeks, and she actually feels like herself again. Even Hester’s outfit is somewhat practical – a cropped t-shirt strains to contain her boobs, while a baggy pair of sweatpants covers her rump, and a neckerchief conceals her locked collar. Her eye makeup is still visible, but her glossy pink bimbo lips are also hidden behind the mask, doing a very important job.
And when they finally walk out of the building, into the warm autumn sun… Natsuko finally relaxes, her eyes drooping after staying up all night to get a jump on the day.
“Oh… oh my god, Hester, we…” she trails off, stifling a sob, as she takes Hester’s hand and leads her over to a bench. “We did it. You started college! That means he’s got to give the portals back, right?”
Hopefully, all she’s done to help Hester revise will allow her to actually do well during their first year, but Natsuko has ideas for that as well. Sitting down in the sun, Hester meets her eyes with a slightly glazed expression, and Natsuko lets out a sigh.
“Well, I suppose you can, um… take the mask off now.”
Reaching up to her mouth, Hester’s manicured fingers wrap around the fabric, grasping onto a rigid structure inside it – and then pulls it away from her face with a long, wet schlorp~. Because, hidden behind the fabric, is the ring portal that Garrett had connected to his own crotch, carefully extricated from the strap-on harness.
Even now, Natsuko is hardly happy to see her girlfriend deepthroating a man’s shaft, but it was necessary. Garrett expects a morning blowjob, and Hester gave him one, keeping him half-asleep and in bed, unable to stop them from leaving.
“Ahhh~… wath, like… mmmn~… Onahole good toy?”
Natsuko’s exhilaration falters, as her girlfriend continues to talk like Onahole. Swallowing heavily, she stands up again and extends a hand, focusing on the kernel of Hester that still surely, must exist. And after a nerve-wracking moment, Hester follows… even if she takes a moment to clean her spittle from Garrett’s shaft.
“Y-yeah, babe, you were…” Natsuko says, giving Hester a shaky smile. “A good toy. But… how about we try and fix that, hmm?”
---
Despite seeing all of the degrading, humiliating changes that they’d wrought on her girlfriend, Natsuko had never been inside an E-Z-Bim salon until this point. She’d asked around some other arcanist facilities, magical salons, and healer clinics, but none of them were confident that they could unravel the infamously despicable magic that E-Z-Bim uses to turn their clients (or their clients’ victims) into the cock-hungry bimbos that they’re known for.
At the very least, she finds a different location than the one Hester and Garrett used, on the other side of the city, with staff that won’t recognise ‘Onahole’. That said, it’s a little weird that Hester recognises them.
“Omigod, like… hiya Gigi!” says Hester, greeting the tanned woman that greets them. “Are you gonna make Onahole an even better bimbo?”
The woman giggles in response, her breasts (also fake, if not as large as Hester’s) jiggling in her shiny latex nurse’s outfit, while she puts a gloved hand to her plumped, glossy lips. Curly, auburn hair flows over her shoulders, definitely not a professional appearance, but pretty much what Natsuko had been expecting.
“No, silly! I’m not Gigi, I’m Fifi!” she responds, as if that were obvious. “But I can totes slut you up some more, if you want? Your lips could go even biggerer, or we’ve got some new butt potions… ooh! I could fix up your li’l Asian friend! Gyaru is really big at the moment, and-”
“Ah! Um, it’s o-okay! I’m just here for, uhh~…” Natsuko cuts in, before Hester’s tongue-piercing can do any more damage, or Fifi tries to persuade her to get some E-Z-Bim treatments. Even if the idea does hold some morbid fascination for her. “Can you, aha~… actually, undo some of the ch-changes?”
Leaning over the counter, Natsuko tries not to ogle the woman’s cleavage, focusing instead on the look of confusion that comes over Fifi’s face. She’s not about to be caught out here – naïve assumptions about this place are what turned Hester into her current bimbofied body in the first place, and Natsuko won’t make the same mistake. So, she grits her teeth, and nods more firmly.
“Y-yes. First, I’ll need you to, uh… take out her tongue piercing, but… I want her implants and tattoos gone, hair back to normal, her p-pussy reverted, or… at least swapped to my penis. And, um, any changes to her mind undone,” Natsuko says, as she reaches into her pockets, and pulls out two things. “I have her ID, and… and I’ve got money.”
The first of those is the Slut License that Garrett had made for ‘Onahole’, likely just as a joke to humiliate her. But from what she’s found out online, it seems like she’ll need it for any serious changes to be allowed. And the money is simple enough – weeks of working hard at the club, cleaning the other girls’ pussies, taking on any unwanted jobs, all to earn enough to save Hester. All worth it.
“Well, ummm~…” Fifi responds, taking the ID and looking at it closely, at which point her demeanour flips. “Okie-dokie! Even if your bimbo’s like, not even wearing any jewellery, and her outfit is gross… the customer is, like, totes always right! Where d’ya wanna start?”
“The tongue piercing first, like I said.”
“Okies! We can totes start with that, then I just, umm~…” she trails off in thought, and Natsuko might have thought she looked guilty if there clearly isn’t a single intelligent idea in the woman’s head. “Oh, like, I’ll hafta check on some stuff! Then we can get started sortin’ the rest of her out, ‘kay?”
Handing over the money and the Slut License, it doesn’t take long for Fifi to fetch a small, specialised-looking wand. Directing Hester to stick her tongue out, it only takes a moment before the piercing unlocks with a dull click, and is finally able to be removed. The one caging Hester’s clit is still in place, but that doesn’t affect her speech, and Natsuko is sure they’ll get to it in due time.
For a long moment, Hester just breathes, while Fifi heads toward the back of the salon. Natsuko is entirely focused on her girlfriend, reaching out to tentatively take her hand, and looking up into her eyes.
“How… d-do you feel, babe?” she asks, and Hester’s bright pink lips, still lewdly swollen, enhanced and optimised for sucking cock, curl into a smile more genuine than any brainless expression Onahole ever wore.
“Ahh… Ona… nnnh… I…”, she says, forcing her tongue to form the first-person pronoun. “I f-feel… like, k-kinda okay?”
Hester’s cadence is still a little ditzy, and a stray like spilled out halfway through, but it’s the most coherent that Natsuko’s heard her in weeks. With that said, the two of them embrace each other, so unabashedly excited to be coming out from the other side of this ordeal. Things aren’t quite back to normal yet, but they can finally talk to each other, and go back to their lives without the threat of Garrett doing something gross with Hester’s portals.
“Th-thank you, N-Nat,” Hester manages, planting a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “That was… mmmf~… even if Daddy’s… nngh… D-Da… if Garrett’s cock was, um… well, y’know… it’s still you that I want to b-be with! I’m s-sorry for… ah… g-going along with it. And I couldn’t r-resist asking him sometimes, but-”
“Shh, it’s okay, Hester! I… I get it!” Natsuko says, reassuringly, and not wanting to talk about the last few weeks just yet. It’s still too raw, too real, especially with Hester’s buxom body pressing against her. “Let’s just… get you b-back to normal, then… we can deal with anything else.”
Reaching a hand up to the shiny pink collar at her throat, Hester nods her head gently, still not happy with the changes. Sure, the orgasms that Garrett gave her were out of this world, but she’s certain that her and Natsuko can get to that point. The only issue is… she glances around the salon, her eyes alighting on Fifi doing something in the back – perhaps on the phone? – before looking back at her loving, supporting girlfriend, the one who saved her.
“Are you sure? We can… mmn… like, I can w-wait, stay like this for a bit. We don’t need to do it… here,” she says, waving at the glowing E-Z-Bim sign on the front counter. “I wouldn’t mind if you… w-wanted to have some fun with me f-first…”
Sorely tempted, Natsuko bites her lip in thought. Maybe they should just carry on into the future like this, together? Leave now, and work out ways to reverse the changes through normal routes, even if it would take longer. But Fifi is approaching them again, and she calls out, her voice bubbly and excited.
“It’s totes fine, girls~! I can, like, undo everything, pinkie-promise!” Fifi calls out.
And Natsuko looks back.
“I… think we should just get this over and done with,” Natsuko says to Hester, squeezing her arm. Her girlfriend smiles, understandingly, and nods her head. If Natsuko is okay with it, she is as well.
Reluctantly separating, Fifi comes over and directs Natsuko to make herself comfortable on a couch, with a crystal pink wand in one hand. As soon as her butt touches the leather, Natsuko’s eyes start to droop again, and a night of missed sleep rapidly catches up to her.
“Well, um… I’ll s-see you soon, Nat,” Hester says, as her girlfriend drifts off to sleep.
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Though it feels a little strange for Natsuko to nod off so easily, Hester has to admit that she’s hardly had the best sleep schedule lately. Late nights at the club, usually interrupted by some hot, heavy fucking to quench Hester’s libido, and staying up so that she wouldn’t oversleep their one chance to get out from under Garrett’s thumb.
“Hehe~! Perfect! Now, like… jus’ follow me, an’ it’ll allll be okay,” Fifi says, and Hester does so. She’s still on edge from being back in an E-Z-Bim salon, even if this isn’t the same one as before, and the woman working here looks uncannily like Gigi. The wallpaper is different, the layout is slightly tweaked, but it has all of the same equipment. Including the chairs placed under what look like dryer hoods, to which Fifi directs Hester to sit.
“W-wait, like… are you totes sure about this? Ona… mmmn… I’m n-not sure that Natsuko asked about…” Hester trails off, not entirely sure what’s happening, but Fifi giggles again and directs her to sit more forcefully.
“I said it’d be okay! We’re gonna put your brain stuff back to normal, so just… ummm… sit tight there, ‘kay?”
As soon as Hester is sat down, Fifi twirls the pink wand again, and her legs go dead. At the same time, she recognises the wand as the same one which Gigi used to put her to sleep, before her bimbofication at the other salon. While she’d been simply anxious before, Hester’s eyes open wide as a shard of dread lodges in her gut.
“No… n-no, I…” she says, struggling and failing to stand up again, while Fifi lowers the hood to cover the top of her head. “W-what are you d-doing?! Nat s-said… she paid you to…”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Onahole! I like, called your Daddy!” Fifi reveals, the horrid feeling inside Hester deepening. “He told me allll ‘bout that silly girl, an’ like… bimbos getting’ stolen happens all the time. But we got, um… procedures an’ stuff!”
Hester blinks and gasps in fear, her body still frozen, as she remembers what Fifi was doing. She’d been looking at the Slut License, at the contact details on the back of it, while on the phone. They should’ve left. If her and Natsuko had walked out the door, they would be free right now. But instead…
“Then he told me to do what he should’a done ages ago, an’ wipe your thinkies all the way down to our lowest setting! I’m like totes jealous,” Fifi says, while twiddling with the settings on the side of the hood, as if what she’s doing is a good thing. “You’re gonna be sooooo dumb, like majorly stupid, it’s lucky you’ve got a Daddy to do all your thinkin’ for ya. No need to worry ‘bout boring thingies like college!”
“P-please, I… mmmn… I don’t want to b-be…”, Hester tries to say, but Fifi continues to ignore her.
“An’ since I’m like, so sorry you got bimnapped by that sissy, I’m gonna throw in our deluxe, Daddy-calibrated, super-duper strength, permanent un-dyking treatment! You’re like… not gonna like girls at all! It’ll only be hairy middle-aged men, and fat, musky cocks that make your cunny squirt. Ain’t that, like, totes better than being a silly little lesbo?”
Can this thing do that? How is it even legal?! Hester doesn’t want to find out, especially after Gigi had already mentioned that treatment at the other salon. She shakes her head, trying to appeal to Fifi, escape this one final degradation, one that would truly spell the end to any chance of escape, and put all of Natsuko’s efforts to waste. Worse – they would be what caused it.
But she’s all out of options.
“Bye bye! You’re gonna be such a happy bimbo!”
Then the machine kicks on, and the rest of Hester’s body goes limp. Her thoughts evaporate, a mixture of arcane brain-blitzing power mixing with targeted electric shocks, actually steaming as the most powerful setting works to scrub her mind. Forging new connections, overwriting experiences, and severing a lot more synapses.
Hester loses control of her bladder about two minutes in, her plush lips hanging slack as she drools onto her shirt, all while everything that is Hester is overwritten with Onahole. The education that led to her applying to study astrophysics at university, her love for women, beliefs in equality and respect – none of it is needed in a pretty bimbo fuckslut.
So, it’s erased.
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Natsuko awakes with a start, and for just a moment, she thinks that she’s back in Garrett’s apartment, about to see him and Hester doing something filthy on his bed. But no – she’s never going back there again, and neither will Hester. The lights of the E-Z-Bim salon are still bright, and after checking her phone, it seems to be… almost two hours that she was asleep for.
Bolting upright, Natsuko approaches the counter, waving for Fifi’s attention, because she can’t see Hester. Surely, she would’ve woken her up if she was done, and it seems a little odd that she fell asleep in the first place, but there’s no reason to panic just yet.
“Hi, um… do you know where Hester is?” Natsuko asks, trying very hard to be polite to this woman. Thankfully, Fifi smiles and nods , gesturing to a door at the back of the salon which looks like it leads to a changing room.
“Uh-huh! There’s, like, nothing to worry about,” Fifi answers, totally relaxed and cooperative, which also seems a little strange after her earlier reluctance. “She had, um… a li’l accident! So, I got some new clothes for her!”
While Natsuko can hardly expect the clothes that an E-Z-Bim employee provides will be appropriate, it’s better than nothing. Trying to calm her breathing, Natsuko is still nervous, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. She did everything right, worked hard all this time, got out without Garrett knowing, and-
She hears the door opening behind her, the jingle of a bell, and then a familiar voice.
“Well… look who we’ve got ‘ere,” says Garrett, as Natsuko whirls around, fully panicking now. “An’ I thought you’d finally started to understand yer place, Nut-sucky.”
Natsuko shakes her head in disbelief, stepping back until her hips presses against the salon counter, scowling up at the man who tried to steal her girlfriend. Dressed as sloppily as usual, in a stained tank top and sweatpants, the bastard even has a beer can in one hand, despite probably driving here.
“No… n-nonono, fuck you, Garrett! We’ve… aha~… we’ve signed up for college,” Natsuko says, triumphantly, trying to make herself believe that it’s enough. “It’s too l-late now, there’s… nothing you can do!”
But Garrett just raises an eyebrow, and that damned smirk tilts his lips, as arrogant as ever.
“Oh really?” he asks, his smug confidence just riling Natsuko up even further. “Why don’ we see what she thinks?”
And he points over Natsuko’s shoulder, to a door that’s starting to open. Natsuko’s heart rises, expecting to see her familiar Hester walking out. Close-cropped black hair, a handsome face, and toned, athletic body. Intelligent eyes and a kind smile, sure to make something of herself…
But instead, what walks out is almost the opposite.
“Daddyyy~! Hehe, Onahole’s like… mmmn~… so totes super-duper wet to see ya!”
Onahole skips forward in platform stiletto pumps on her feet, while a tiny latex miniskirt wraps around her hips, and a bandana is tied between her titties, just barely covering them. All bright pink, of course, with a similarly pink headband pulling her platinum blonde hair up, and several golden accessories decorating her unchanged body.
There’s no glint of blue light from between her pouty lips, which means no speech-altering piercing, and no nervous glance towards Natsuko, only a vapid expression of brainless adoration directed at Garrett. Rising up, with her manicured hands resting against her Daddy’s hairy chest and grimy shirt, Onahole pops a foot back, and plants a deep, sloppy, enthusiastically willing kiss on his lips.
She’d not done that before, in all of this time spent fucking and sucking on countless men’s cocks, Hester has only kissed Natsuko. Had.
“P-please, this,” Natsuko tries to say, not wanting to watch, but unable to look away. Even if there aren’t any new physical changes, they clearly did something to Hester’s mind. “Tell me th-this is a… a joke? You have to undo it!”
“Huh? Don’t be silly!” Fifi says, clearly unfazed by the development, as if all is as it should be. “This isn’t, like, a dumbing enchantment, or a stupid potion. It completely, and permanently rewired Onahole’s think-meat!”
Pulling away from Onahole’s kiss, from his slut with a smack on her rump, Garrett gives Natsuko another one of his smug looks, then turns to talk to Fifi.
“Sounds perfect, honey. You think I care about her personality? Hah!”, he laughs, and Onahole giggles alone with him, as if he’s not insulting the core of her being. “The only use for a slut’s mind is making sure she can suck properly. All I care about’s her tight holes, fat tits, and pretty face.”
“Don’ worry, Mister Garrett, sir!”, Fifi confirms, nodding her head enthusiastically. “We made sure there’s, like, nothin’ but sex an’ makeup, and cumming on fat cocks in Onahole’s smooth, squishy brain.”
Natsuko is rendered speechless, horrified, and erect. She can’t deny that watching her girlfriend get… properly, totally, irrevocably turned into a nasty, middle-aged man’s glorified sex doll is disgusting. But it still turns her on, even in a dire situation like this.
“Good, good… oh, an’ her womb, o’ course,” he adds, as if it was a given, adding another sickly weight to Natsuko’s conscience. Because it’s not a maybe anymore, a possibility that she can try not to think about. No, Hester is pregnant with Garrett’s babies, and there’s nothing that Natsuko can do about it.
“That’s… n-no, it can’t be. Hester?” Natsuko says, stepping closer. She holds a hand out to her beloved, trying to get her attention, some hint that Hester is still in there. But when the black bimbo turns her head, she just tilts her head to one side, uncomprehending.
“Huhn? I’m Onahole! Do I, like… know you?”
And she seems to ardently, genuinely believe it. As Natsuko realises that, her little balls twitch and her stiffy throbs, as a shameful, spontaneous sissygasm dribbles out into her panties.
“C’mon, slut, let’s get goin’,” Garrett butts in, openly fondling Onahole’s chest, which she lovingly presses her body into. “I’m gonna have a lotta fun with you. And Natsuko… you’re free to join us, if you want. As long as ya sit down an’ let Fifi here-”
“What?! N-no! I don’t…” she replies, shaking her head vehemently, though her voice is quiet. “That’s n-not what I want.”
Natsuko’s just seen what happened to Hester, and definitely, one hundred percent, absolutely positively does not want that to happen to her as well. Not at all! Raising an eyebrow, as if Natsuko had said something funny, Garrett just glances down to her cummy-stained crotch, then shrugs his shoulders.
“Suit yourself,” he says, making his way to the door, with Onahole hanging on his arm. “I got no use for ‘em anymore, so I’ll send the portals to your place. See ya around, Sissy.”
Standing there in silence, her brain stalled, Natsuko only watches as Garrett leads Onahole out of the salon, and then into his car. It isn’t until they drive off a couple minutes later, with Onahole’s head bobbing in Garrett’s lap, that Natsuko starts to comprehend what just happened. That there’s no coming back from it, no returning Hester to the path she was on before, no un-cumming in her cunt or unscrambling her brains.
All from a smudged delivery label, and a series of good intentions.
The End…?
(There's still an epilogue yet to come, which will expand on the world a bit more, and check in on Natsuko a little later~...)
Chapter 10: An Epilogue - All Good Things
Notes:
I've been writing and posting my stories for quite a while - and I've decided to share some of them on AO3 as well, in case it brings in a wider audience! Which means you can check out more of my smut, which includes games and comics, at my Hentai Foundry page, but I'll also be tweeting out chapter updates at my Twitter account.
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Kiana Belmont, or just ‘Kiki’, has the absolute best job in the world. She knows this because it’s a fact. There’s a vague recollection at the back of her mind that she didn’t always want to work for E-Z-Bim, that her master’s degree in Arcane Biochemistry was meant to be used for something else, but…
Nope! There’s no doubt that spending her days driving around in a little van, the various containers, vials, and equipment jostling about in the back, is better than anything else she could be doing. Well, maybe sucking dick – but she gets to do plenty of that, and the minimum wage they pay her on top is just the icing on her face! Or maybe her butt? Something about cake.
“Okie-dokie, Kiki-wiki! Let’s, like…”, she says to herself, while parking the E-Z-Bim EXPRESS in her spot for the day, making double-triple sure that she did put the parking brake on this time. “Let’s make some people happy!”
Before she gets out, Kiki takes a moment to check her makeup in the van’s rear mirror, that her juicy lips are nice and glossy with an understated pink tone, and her dark cheeks are suitably blushed. Looking super-hot is important to show off what E-Z-Bim can do for someone, but you don’t want to overshadow the customer! Once she’s satisfied, squeezing her medium-large implants into the latex nurse uniform, she gets out and starts to unload the van.
First of all, a couple of folding chairs, in case-
“Mornin’, Kiki!” calls a voice from behind her, and she turns to see Mister Higgins approaching, a nice old man that runs the coffee shop over the street. “You got time to help a guy out with… ah… you know?”
Kiki giggles, and just unfolds one of the chairs, gesturing for him to sit down. As soon as he’s there, she deftly opens his pants with her gloved hands, and wraps her lips around his prick. Technically, she should probably just offer one of the free samples, but… Kiki likes to deliver the personal touch! So, it doesn’t take long before Mister Higgins’ hands are bunched in her hair, and his cock is unloading down her throat.
She makes sure to swallow all of it, of course. No sense ruining her makeup this early in the morning! Once he’s done, delivering an iced caramel soy mocha in exchange (not that she’d mind if he didn’t), Kiki continues setting up. Stepping to the side of the van, she reaches up and unclasps the big hatch – way easier to do with her heeled boots on, which is so nice of E-Z-Bim to provide! She’d barely ever worn heels before starting this job, so it’s extra nice of them to include training to wear them.
Two more panels unfold horizontally from the side of the hatch – one advertising E-Z-Bim’s services, all of which she’s been trained to carry out, and the other for Own-A-Hole, a new offering. She can’t do that here, but she can show people how it works, and get out the special, magically binding contracts for people to sign! Leaning down over the edge of the opening, she-
“Daaaamn,” says a slurred voice, and Kiki turns her head with a smile. A customer? “That’s a d-damn fine… burrp~… ass!”
No, not a customer. Just a bedraggled drunk, on his way home from – or possibly to – the gutter. But Kiki’s a softie at heart, and she just flips up her skirt, leaning forward to press her palms against the edge of the van.
“Hehe~… it’s okay, sir!” she says to him, with a wink. “Would you like to check it out from up close?”
As it turns out, the man did want to check it out from up close, as well as from down close, and in very close. Her tight pink panties snap back into place as soon as the man’s cock pulls out, trapping his cum inside her for a lunchtime treat, perhaps. Barely even speaking, and just giving her buttocks a slap in thanks, the drunkard stumbles on down the street, letting Kiki continue her preparations.
Next up, a small table with a freestanding sign to go beside it, labelled ‘FREE SAMPLES’. There’s some other stuff written underneath about a time limit, returning when finished, and recommending condoms, but… Kiki’s not too strict about all that. Just because she knows with 100% certainty that her job is the best in the world, it doesn’t mean she can’t make any decisions of her own! Opening one of the boxes in the back of the van, she grabs a handful of pink and blue E-Z-Bim condoms, just in case someone does want to use one, and scatters them onto the table.
After that, a dappled blue portal, which she unscrews the top of to reveal an anus. It winks a little, its owner feeling the portal activate to open air, and Kiki has no idea who it is – but she bets people are lining up for the opportunity! If she didn’t already work for E-Z-Bim, she’d totes let them offer her holes on the street. Setting it down on the table, she’s about to reach in for another, when-
“H-hey, uh…”, asks a tremulous voice, and Kiki looks up to see a nervous kid, probably a college student, going by his greasy hair and lanky physique. “These are, um… they’re f-free, right?”
“Umm… well, like, I guess! But they’re just samples, so-“ Kiki starts to respond, but he’s already picked up the portal, and started walking away. For a moment, she considers calling out to him, but he’s probably just shy! Not everyone wants to test them out in the open. She’ll give him until the end of the day, or maybe when she’s back at this spot next week, before reporting it stolen.
And besides, she’s still got the pussy and mouth portals for customers to sample! The pussy is a pretty brown colour, though slightly greyed from how much it’s been used, but Kiki is especially proud of the lips. Lewdly engorged, with a permanent candy pink gloss, and Kiki did all the work herself! Nobody told her to, but she took the initiative, and now everyone wants to try them out. And maybe even get some for themselves!
“P-pweathe…? I don’ wanna thuck a-any mo’…” the lips start to say, tentatively trying to form the words around the extra-large fillers. “Y-you wuined m-my wipth, an’ I p-pwomithe I’ll pay the-“
“Activate working routine five-C, extra sloppy!” Kiki interrupts, and they fall silent. Phew! It’s a good thing she stopped that before any customers came around. They might get the wrong idea! Instead, the lips curl into a delightful pout, perfect for her first customers of the day.
Several hours later, and the two free samples laid out have received plenty of use. Presumably the third one has as well, but Kiki’s pretty much forgotten about the stolen anus portal by this point, focusing instead on…
“Hiya! Hi! Hello! You two are, like… soooo sweet!” she exclaims, waving her hand excitedly at a couple walking their dog. Two girls – a petite cutie with black hair and a chain around one arm, glowing links implying some magical ability, and an adorable brunette wearing a red, studded collar. Their dog is a young German Shepherd, excitably wagging his tail as he eyes the portals on the table.
“And is this your doggy?” Kiki asks, leaning forward to scratch him behind the ears. “He’s, like… totally adorable!”
“O-oh! Yes, um… this is Titus! I had him a few… ahem, I m-mean, we got him as a puppy, a few months ago,” the pretty brunette says, wrapping an arm around her companion’s back, and squeezing her waist. “Hehe~… she usually prefers Great Danes, but weren’t you thinking of breeding with him once he’s old enough…?”
The Asian girl blushes, averting her eyes and squirming a little in place, although her lips definitely curl into a slight smile as she squeezes Titus’ leash.
“Huh?! It’s n-not like… ahem… I s-suppose, but… we’ll need to ask Romeo anyway!” she says, looking up and at the van, her brow furrowing in slight concern. “What’s g-going on here? I know about E-Z-Bim, but…”
Kiki claps her hands together excitedly, gesturing to the racks of stock portal frames on the side of the van.
“Oooh, are you thinking about the Own-A-Hole stuff? Buying a regular portal is, like… kinda expensive, but you can totes sign up for PSSI,” Kiki excitedly explains, pointing at the board – and pronouncing the word like ‘pussy’, of course. “The Portal Subscription Service Interface!”
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Sat on the toilet during his break, Rodney Smythe reaches into his bag, and pulls out a white, plastic cylinder. Ribbed handholds lead up to a wider opening, with a black tip on the lid, and thick letter printed on one side. ‘PSSI’. His other hand holds his phone, and he swipes a finger across to open an app with the same monochrome letters on the icon.
“Hrrrmmm~…” he hums under his breath, thinking about what he’s in the mood for today. A long, hot morning spent mopping floors and unclogging toilets, as thankless as ever. Especially from the haughty, self-important students that frequent the halls that are his responsibility to clean. Rodney is pretty sweaty, and couldn’t be bothered to shower this morning (or yesterday, for that matter), so… a tongue bath from a bratty slut half his age sounds ideal.
Tapping the ‘Filters’ option on the app, he selects the ‘Oral’ option (an icon of a mouth), and a list of faces appear on his screen. Not entirely unlike scrolling through a fast-food app, or online dating service, except instead of spending too much on greasy pizza, or getting nowhere with the few people that swipe right on him, he can pay for something else. There are plenty of pre-bought credits left in his account, enough for him to be a little picky, but it isn’t long until someone catches his eye.
“Annabeth, huh…? Yer pretty cute,” he says to her still image. An imposing girl with tattoos on her shoulders, and piercings on her face, Annabeth’s hair has been shaved close to her head on one side, while flopping over the other. Black, wire-rim spectacles perch on her nose, behind which heavily lined eyes glare at the camera, though he’s pleased to see a four and a half star rating.
‘College student’ is listed on the image, as well as ‘Feminist’ and ‘Loves horror movies’, none of which surprise Rodney. More interesting is the ‘Hates sucking dick’ bullet point, which is a major positive in his opinion, even if her pursed lips, thin and painted red, are a little unimpressive. Thankfully, when her full profile opens, there’s a more recent picture of a delightfully plush pair of cocksuckers (‘New Improved Lips!’), and Rodney’s hesitance is put to rest.
Selecting her mouth, and then adding a toilet bonus for good measure, he presses the button to activate the portal. A few credits drain from his account, then after a moment to link to his PSSI portal frame, Rodney pops the lid off to reveal the gorgeous, glossy red dick-kissers that were on his screen just a moment ago.
“Ugh, w-really? I was t-twying to… ugh…” say the lips, Annabeth’s voice husky and droll, despite a little bit of a lisp from her inflated mouth. “To e-eat lunch, not-schlrrrp~!”
Of course, Rodney doesn’t care what she thinks. All he cares about is that he can push the sweaty, uncut tip of his fat cock against the opening, and she that starts to suck. Annabeth’s pillowy lips stretch easily around his girth, and her pierced tongue slurps around his glans. Even if she doesn’t like doing this, her technique is impeccable, only gagging a little bit as Rodney sets the pace, forcing the portal further down his shaft.
Red lipstick rings smudge off onto his prick, a nice added touch, and Rodney is happy to know that Annabeth will need to fix her makeup once he’s done with her. There are only a few minutes remaining of what he paid for, but Rodney knows from experience that you can go over by thirty seconds or so before getting charged for it.
Plenty enough time for him to dump a load down her throat, then chase it with the contents of his bladder. She’s a pretty good fuck actually, and quite distinctive – maybe he’ll try and see if he can spot her around campus? Her pussy isn’t up to his usual standards, but the ‘No Condom Needed!’ label gives him an idea. Maybe he’ll see if the soup kitchen he passes on the way home accepts PSSI credits as a donation…
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Leaning on the desk in front of her, Annabeth Heidel really is trying to pay attention to the lecture on… shit, what was it again? Something about how science and magic interact, but the blackboard at the front of the room looks completely different to the notes she’d started making. Lunch was bad enough – she can still taste that sweaty bastard at the back of her throat – but she could’ve handled that.
Maybe she wouldn’t have sat next to the cute Asian girl a row behind, who seems to want to make friends, not with piss and cum on her breath… but she would’ve paid attention to the lecture!
“Ahhh~…” she gasps, trying to stifle the sound as the third cock of the last hour reaches a particularly sensitive spot, thrusting in and out of her pussy. Thankfully, nobody seems to notice, and whoever was fucking her certainly wouldn’t stop, even if she could ask. She’s tried that plenty of times with her mouth, but all it earned her was being facefucked even harder – and one especially vindictive customer took her mouth to E-Z-Bim, and got them to inflate her lips to their current, ridiculous proportions.
The company won’t even do anything about it! All they did was add a few of their dumb ‘credits’ to her account, as if she would want to connect to her own holes, and try and tell her it’s a good thing that more people will want blowjobs from her new ‘DSLs’. She wouldn’t have these portals at all if she didn’t need the signing bonus to put a deposit down on her college apartment, and… Annabeth has to admit to herself that the added income is nice, meaning she doesn’t need a part time job while she’s studying.
If she can even study, with these distractions going on, like-
“Eep~!”
She claps a hand to her mouth, eyes watering a little as the cock inside of her unloads – entirely unprotected, of course, with another few bucks deposited into her bank account while she gets seeded. Settling her legs a little wider, more comfortably accommodating the portal, Annabeth hopes that nobody looks up her skirt. Even then, they’d still only see the pink glow of the portal, because whoever was using her seems to have a friend, and a fresh prick presses into her sloppy seconds.
One small consolation is that nobody is using her arsehole. Annabeth only needed to add two of her primary orifices to the PSSI service, even if a third would’ve increased her earning potential even further. Especially in the evenings, it’s not uncommon for her to essentially be spitroasted, cocks down her throat and up her cunt, all which she tries to finish her homework. That’s clearly no condition to be getting a boyfriend – or girlfriend, for that matter – but… it’s just to see her through college!
Not that she could cancel the contract early – not without repaying the generous signing bonus, even if the service fees must have earned the company more than that by now. It all feels a bit like a scam, but then again, so does regular employment. At least this way she doesn’t need to care about customer service, just… well, servicing customers. She’s little more than an overly complicated life-support system for a wet pair of holes that random men can screw. The magic of the portals prevents any damage or STDs, but it still leaving her to deal with four loads of jizz leaking out of her mid-class.
Fuck, make that five. She should’ve never listened to that ‘influencer’ bimbo…
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“Haiiiii, everyone!”, Suki Collins calls out, smiling at the camera with her plump, pink, ever-glossy lips. Except… they’re not where they usually are. “Hehe~… notice anything different?”
Standing in her bedroom, pink all over with a large makeup-covered vanity behind her, Suki is holding a white portal casing up to the side of her head, with her mouth projecting through it. Obvs, she’s more of a fan of in-person sex, when people can play with her big, yummy titties, or swap between whatever holes they want, but Daddy said this was, like, a super big opportunity!
“Yuh-huh! My mouth is, like, over here, instead!” she says, licking her lips and giggling ditzily. Even if she deliberately lost most of her smarts, Suki found that she’s super good at social media. And she remembered to put a shirt on this time, so she won’t get banned again!
“Wouldn’t this be… ummm~… totes good, if you wanna suck a dick, but like, don’t have any dicks around to suck?” she asks rhetorically, as if any significant portion of her audience are actually women. Keeping the phone steady in her other hand, focused on her face (and cleavage), Suki doesn’t notice the reflection of her bare arse in the mirror behind her.
“An’ the bestest part is, you get like, a free portal thingy when you sign up… and you get extra credits if people like you, which you can use to have some fun with your boyfriend! Or like, lick your own pussy!”
Not that most of the internet, or at least anyone who wants to see it, hasn’t already seen much more of Suki. Taking a moment to giggle and jiggle while she slowly reads the script on her phone screen, Suki is still a little weirded out by the green portal interface covering her mouth, but like most problems… she just doesn’t think about it. Life just became so much simpler when she could just fuck and suck without worrying about who could see it, while leaving all of the complicated stuff to someone else!
“Oh! An’, um~… if you, like, don’t wanna do that, or don’t like sex for some silly reason,” she continues, rolling her eyes, “there are totes other thingies you can do instead! Like… like you could sign up with Bov-A-Hole instead, an’ get a fixed s-sala… a salady! Yum! All for working at a fucktory!”
Finishing up the video, Suki stops recording, and then closes the lid on the portal they gave her. It was, like, super nice of the company to send her a real one, even if they painted it in the PSSI colours for some reason. Maybe Daddy can take it to work with him! Skipping out of the room with a smile on her face, she seeks him out in the living room, bouncing onto his lap.
“All done, Daddy! Can I suck your balls nooooow~?” she pouts, planting kisses all over him. Still, in the back of her little bimbo brain, she can’t help but wonder why people would work for a salad-y, even if they do get to be at a ‘fucktory’ (whatever that is, even if it kinda sounds fun), when they can just find a Daddy of their own and be a dumb-brained dicksucker!
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When he arrived for the first day of his new job, Larry Paulson didn’t entirely know what to expect. With no university degree, and pretty poor grades at school, he had pretty much resigned himself to a career spent flipping burgers, just to get his parents off his back. But… ‘Bov-A-Hole’ seemed satisfied with him, not that he imagines there were many other applicants to what sounded like an extremely boring factory.
From the job description, at least. And yet, after following his new supervisor out onto the work floor, Larry can’t quite understand what he’s seeing.
“Um, Mister Fleming, s-sir? Is that… what are…”, he starts to ask, not wanting to make a fool of himself on the first day, while pointing at a strange conveyor system. A track emerges from the wall at one point, with small, hinged cylinders attached to the top, facing parallel to the direction of travel, and slightly upwards. And in the opening of each of them, surrounded by a ring of amber light…
“Oh, yup,” Mister Fleming says, matter-of-factly. “Them’s pussies. Or, well… Womb Access Portals, as we’re meant ta call ‘em. You won’t be workin’ with ‘em just yet, but ya might as well see what we do with ‘em.”
Pausing in place to watch, a new batch of ‘WAPs’ emerge from the wall, and whir along the narrow track towards a metallic overhang, with three screens along the edge. A light across the top of the track flicks on as they approach, illuminating a sign which states, ‘BREEDING IN PROGRESS’. Hardly able to believe what’s going on, Larry can only watch as the first portal comes to a smooth stop, tilting upwards to a specific angle.
From above, an articulated arm extends, with a syringe and hypodermic needle attached to the end… filled with a glowing pink liquid. Jabbing it into the skin beside the pussy opening, the first screen lights up, labelled ‘Fertility Modification’ at the top. Below it, a progress meter starts to fill, Target: Canine is designated, and a name (F. Pereira) appears at the bottom of the screen. But in the middle…
‘Injecting Nanohex Compound’.
“Huh? S-seriously?! I’ve heard about… about N-Nanohex stuff, and…” Larry says, trailing off as the last of the extremely potent and usually permanent enchanted solution is injected into the woman. “What did it mean by the target? Canine…?”
“Ain’t no point askin’ questions like that, Larry,” Mister Fleming answers, keeping his eyes on the conveyor. “Jus’ keep watchin’, an’ they’ll be answered.”
Once the ‘Fertility Modification’ is complete, the conveyor shifts along one more step. The first portal in line moves to the second position, and the second portal gets its own injection, also ‘Target: Canine’. But Larry’s seen that already, so he watches as a second arm lowers towards the first WAP, with a strangely phallic, bulbous tool on the end. And Larry’s first instincts are correct, as the portal tilts upward slightly further, and the arm penetrates it.
In and out, wet, squelching sounds are barely audible over the sound of whirring machinery. Thrusting methodically, precise, and mechanical, slightly deeper each time. Above it, the central screen lights up, with the same name and target as before, but the title reads ‘Ovulation Inducer’ instead. That carries on for a while, the progress bars gradually filling up, until the screen above lights up again, with…
‘Preparing for Simulated Knot’.
And the apparently canine dildo, so strangely lifelike, forces the bulbous gland at the base into F. Pereira’s pussy. From the twitching, and the slight spray of clear fluids, it seems that she orgasmed as well, wherever the rest of her body is. Locked in place until the first station finishes, the knot eventually pulls out with a wet plop, allowing the conveyor to continue.
With all three stations now occupied, Larry notices that the first screen, the ‘Fertility Modification’ now has ‘Target: Porcine’, for the third womb access portal, but his mind is preoccupied by the final station. With the first portal halting in place, it tilts almost entirely upright, as one more arm extends… with a large syringe on the end, full of a pearly white fluid.
The previous two continue what they were doing, but Larry is considerably less surprised when ‘Artificial Insemination’ pops up on the third screen, while the arm presses a nozzle into F. Pereira’s twitching slit, and then injects her primed womb full of…
“Injecting s-semen of… does that say unknown mutt…?” he asks, his disbelief coming from the opposite direction now. “W-why would the company do all this, just to… to…”
“Well, at th’moment, it’s all… how d’they put it,” Mister Fleming says, scratching his chin. “Oh! Proof o’ concept. Afore they start doin’ pedigree puppies an’ prize-winnin’ piglets, they gotta show people it works. So… a few dozen gals are gonna plop out some mangy stray’s litter, or the cheapest hog we could find.”
Larry swallows heavily, barely able to drag his gaze away from the assembly line. Even if they know they’ll be surrogates, do these women know what they really signed up for? Surely they must, right? Then again, he hardly knew what his job was before arriving today, and if a woman’s pregnancy develops a lot quicker than she expected, well… that’s not his problem.
“Now, c’mon,” Mister Fleming says, turning away from the assembly line of interspecies impregnation as if it were making paperclips, and beckoning Larry to follow. “Time to show you what your job’ll be.”
Continuing through the factory, Larry sees a few other strange goings on, but… he tries not to. Thankfully, it isn’t long before they arrive at another room. It has a low ceiling, and no fancy machinery, filled instead with a few dozen racks. Almost laid out like some kind of server farm, except comfortably warm, and a little humid.
Each metal shelving unit has several square openings, with pipes on each level running along the back and into the wall. Connected to it at the base of each segment is a valve with a switch, connected by tubes to a pair of bell-shaped cups, transparent plastic with rubber around the edge. At the top of each section are two metal rings set into place against the level above, containing a glowing blue portal, through which something large, fleshy, and familiar emerges.
“These are…”, Larry says, stepping closer to the closest rack. “S-sir, these are tits!”
“Teats, lad, with an ‘a’,” Mister Fleming corrects. “Or you can call ‘em milkers, too. But they ain’t boobs, or jugs, or breasts, not since they got sold to us.”
And, as Larry takes a closer look, he can see that his boss is correct. On each pair of ‘teats’, the one on the right has a tattooed brand, with a barcode and identification number, beneath ‘Property of Bov-A-Hole Inc’. The other is also marked, with ‘Grade C Milker’ on the first he looks at, with others having different letter grades.
“Um… what is my… what do I do, sir?” asks Larry, a little overwhelmed by the vast array of ‘teats’ laid out in front of him. There must be hundreds, just in this one room!
“Your job’s to go down the checklist, startin’ with inspectin’ every milker,” Mister Fleming says, stepping forward to the closest, and bringing up a hand to cup the side of it. “Squeeze them all over, check for cysts, clots, any health conditions that we might be liable for. Best to apply the moisturising cream while yer at it, but I’ll leave that to you.”
Demonstrating as he speaks, Mister Fleming starts to squeeze and grope the chocolate-brown teats in front of him, though the milk that leaks from their dark, puffy nipples is as white as any you’d buy in the supermarket. He’s thorough as well, getting his fingers right in there, although with no apparent enjoyment. Just… the pursuit of a job well done.
“Dependin’ on the checklist, you might need to inject somethin’…” he says, opening one of the toolboxes in an empty section, and withdrawing a glowing syringe. “Some kinda supplement, or hormones, maybe some other kinda NanoHex gel – I dunno what it is. Just do what the list says.”
Then he jabs it into the side of the Grade-A milkers, and injects half into each teat. Larry didn’t think it would be so obvious, but he can almost swear that the enormous mammaries get… even bigger…?
“An’ lastly, you gotta hook up any that are due for milkin’,” he says, gesturing to another pair to his side, which have the transparent cups attached to the nipples, pumping rhythmically as their dairy bounty is collected. “A-grade, like these ones, is for direct human consumption – squeeze yourself a glass if you want, but try not to go overboard.”
Demonstrating that as well, Mister Fleming picks a glass up from beside the toolbox, holds it under the dark-skinned Grade A teat, then with a practised squeeze, fills it halfway with a single spurt. Handing it to Larry, the new employee takes a hesitant sip… then a deeper gulp, amazed at how delicious it is, despite knowing where it came from. Perhaps because of that knowledge.
“B-grade is for dairy-based food, yer cheeses and yogurts,” Mister Fleming explains, gesturing to a smaller set of teats to one side, “while C is used for non-edible products. I’ve heard it makes good soap? I dunno, but they don’t taste as nice as the A-grade stuff.”
Staying quiet for a moment as his boss finishes inspecting the first pair teats, Larry’s gaze wanders, noticing that the size of the milkers doesn’t necessarily correlate with their grade. Possibly just their output? A gorgeous set of pale teats, with pretty pink nipples, catches his eye – as well as the brand declaring them ‘Grade F’.
“And… what about F?” he asks, pointing them out.
“Oh! Yeah, that stuff’s just used for animal feed,” Mister Fleming replies, nonchalantly, as if turning a woman’s breasts into enormous, milk-leaking udders is worth it, just to feed livestock. “It don’t quite cover what we’re paying the women, so they won’t get a bonus at the end of their contract, but it’s cheaper than disconnecting ‘em early.”
Which makes sense economically, Larry supposes, even if he imagines the women on the other end won’t be so pleased about that. Those identification brands look permanent and humiliating, while most of the breasts are so heavily engorged, they wouldn’t even fit back through the portals. Still, it could be worse – at least they’re getting paid for it!
And so is he, barely suppressing a smile as Mister Fleming asks him to have a go squeezing tits. Opening the toolbox again, he retrieves a tube of moisturising cream, and squirts a little onto his hands in preparation – perhaps employment won’t be so bad after all…?
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In a dingy basement on the other size of New Tempolis, Mary Lou Maclean is regretting quite a few of her recent life choices. She needed some money to pay off debt, and while that PSSI scheme seemed promising… it’s something she couldn’t imagine doing. Instead, she found an apparently trustworthy loan shark, hoping that she’d be able to earn back what she owed before they came calling.
Unfortunately, she didn’t. And her refusal to take the money that PSSI were offering feels ironically grim, even if she’s been promised that she’ll walk home this evening, unharmed. Just… not all of her will be walking home.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen! Lacey here, with another exciting auction,” calls out a perky voice from beside her, the buxom blonde that had prepared her backstage, dressed in a shiny black bunny suit. At least, Mary Lou presumes that Lacey is still wearing that leotard, because she’s blindfolded right now. “And we’ve got something super-duper special on offer today. Lights, please!”
Even with the strip of cloth covering her eyes, Mary Lou can feel the heat of a spotlight on her bare skin. A chorus of oohs and ahhs murmur through the anonymous crowd in front of her, while she sways helplessly in place. Arms shackled above her head, with ankles chained together below her, Mary Lou’s toes dangle a couple of inches from the floor – although Lacey was kind enough to cast some manner of levitation charm, to make sure that her shoulders don’t dislocate.
“But the gorgeous girl here is not what’s for sale, as much as I know a lot of you would love to own such a delight – nineteen years old, still a virgin, and graduated top of her class in high school!”, Lacey declares, most of which is true. Mary Lou actually came second in her class, but gave the valedictorian speech anyway because her classmate was sick on graduation day. Right now feels so different to back then, and she knows the worst is still yet to come.
As Lacey allows everyone to get a good look at her, Mary Lou hears some disappointed grumbles. She’s vulnerable enough dangling here in the nude, but not being able to even see her prospective buyers is another level of humiliation. Probably the point, as well as this not being entirely legal, but there’s nothing she can do now.
“Instead, what we can offer are…” Lacey declares, throwing open a briefcase on a table beside her, with another spotlight flicking on. Mary Lou doesn’t feel anything different there, but she’d seen the contents while they were practising beforehand, and her cheeks flush when she knows that everyone in the room is staring at… at…
“Her holes,” Lacey finishes. And, perched on a velvet cushion in the briefcase, are three portals. Set inside matte black metal cylinders with gold trim, they’re quite different from the mass-produced portals that Own-A-Hole offer. Higher quality magic for a start, with only a faint blue aura obscuring the same areas on Mary Lou’s actual body, easy to mistake for an air purification charm, or some other harmless enchantment.
Another difference between these bespoke portals and the ones produced by Own-A-Hole is that these ones… don’t have a cap. There is, as far as Mary Lou knows, no way to sever the portal connection between her body and those magical devices. Repossession is what the loan shark called it. Writing off her considerable debt, in exchange for the proceeds of selling her tight, teen orifices to the highest bidders.
For them to do with what they want. Whatever they want. Magical law being what it is, so long as they don’t physically harm her, whoever buys the portals will own her holes. Fuck them, augment them, or just put them on display… Mary Lou is powerless to stop it.
“We’ll start the bidding at fifty thousand,” Lacey says, after the gathered crowd has had enough time to discuss and inspect her. “And I’d like to remind you all that today’s auction is supported by the Prancing Bicorn’s Gentlemen’s Club, this city’s first and finest portal-based drinking establishment…”
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Wobbling a little on her heels, Rachel Harding automatically goes to throw her hands out – not that it does any good. All the same, she manages to keep her balance just barely, helped by the hands gripping her hips holding on tighter. Thrusting deeper, the man behind her grunt and squeezes her arse as he fills the condom in her cunt. And when he’s done, he pinches the rim of it, and pulls his cock out – leaving the end of the rubber dangling from her well-fucked pussy lips.
“Ugh… f-fankth for dat, pwick,” she slurs, straightening up again, causing the tray around her waist to tug at her nipples. She can’t even use her hands to support it, because… well…
“You’re welcome, Dumpster,” the man replies, which would be more of an insult if it wasn’t emblazoned on her new collar. Even worse than Rape Doll, she now works in the corridor leading to the Prancing Bicorn, after her rather ignominious fall from grace. How was she to know that the boss liked Onahole now, let alone that they were starting a family together?
But it didn’t just cost Rachel her title. It also cost her… her arms. Not literally, but it might as well have done. Locked in place just below her shoulder, portal rings truncate her upper limbs, leaving just a waggling stump in their place. She’s not even entirely sure where Mr. Wade keeps the damn things, only that she’s gotten pretty good at handjobs since the demotion.
“Hey, Dumpster, c’mere!” another voice calls, clearly mocking her, holding out a filled condom. Obediently, Rachel walks over, and allows him to upturn the contents to drain all over her inflated tits, used to support the same tray that Onahole once wore, with ‘condom disposal’ scrawled on them in marker. The bell attached to her collar jingles a little, but she doesn’t respond… rather difficult, when somebody tied another used condom to her tongue-ring, forcing it to loll out over her chin.
Still better than the ‘SPERM TOILET’ tattoo over her cunt, which often leads people to leave their used condoms inside of her. Or worse. And even then, she can’t feel too bad about her position – at least it’s better than the transparent plastic cage…
“Ahh! B-bish, you… nnngh…” she struggles to say, tottering over to see her sister, “ya m-meant ta ‘ark when-“
Squatting down, the pungent smell of fresh piss hits her nose as Siobhan continues to empty her bladder all over the floor. Kept on her knees by the leather sleeve wrapping her shins to her thighs, and with her arms disabled similarly by the rest of the bitch suit, Rachel can’t exactly blame ‘Bitch’ for not calling her. Not when a red portal is blocking her mouth, cheeks full of something, as her eyes roll back in humiliation.
Or maybe something else. Rachel doesn’t want to ask.
“Ugh… dey kn… kno’ you mouf ‘gain?” is something that she does ask, unable to blame Siobhan for her state. Her urine capacity has only shrunk as her pregnancy has progressed, a litter of puppies pressing against her bladder, though her dark, spade-like canine cunt is still regularly getting fucked. Siobhan’s tattoos are complemented by one more, dark gothic text spelling out ‘Mutt Maker’ over her pussy.
Trying to stand up to Garrett was not a good idea, and in hindsight, Rachel knows that they should’ve left when they had a chance. Well, technically they could still leave now, but… not with their portals. And if his threats to find an actual bicorn (or just a donkey he glued plastic horns to) are to be believed, their boss could do so much worse.
Even if she’s happy now, they’ve all seen what happened to Onahole. No, to Hester. That shy, tomboyish lesbian who got caught under Garrett’s thumb, forced to work here while offering her portals. Until one day, she showed up on the boss’s arm without a lick of intelligence behind her eyes. At the very least, her girlfriend seems to have gotten away…
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At the end of the day, if the weather’s nice, Natsuko Wada likes to walk home from college. There is a shuttle bus which runs through her neighbourhood, but it drops her off at the other end of her apartment complex, and besides… she’s not a huge fan of being cramped in a hot, sweaty, metal tube, surrounded by strangers. It reminds her of those nights at the Prancing Bicorn, a time that she tells herself is long behind her.
She also politely declines any offer to join extracurricular clubs or societies – sport has never really been her strong suit anyway, and while there are a few things that might have interested her, it all feels a little hollow without someone to enjoy it with. Because, despite signing up at the start of term, she hasn’t seen Hester once on the university campus.
That doesn’t mean she hasn’t seen her at all, though.
“…oh, yeah? Well, I said to her… mmmn~… hold on a sec,” a voice says, a deep, familiar voice, echoing out from a corridor ahead of Natsuko, along with a faint wet sound. “Anyway, as I was sayin’, you’ve gotta treat ‘em like holes, not people, if you wanna earn the real money.”
Every time Natsuko returns home in the evening, and heads out in the morning, she lingers for a moment at the passage leading to Garrett’s front door. It’s a little bit out of her way, even though they have adjoining walls, and most of the time all she looks at is an empty hallway, but sometimes… she manages to catch a glimpse of Onahole.
Today happens to be a lucky day, in that respect. Garrett is leaning against the door frame, with one hand holding a phone to his ear, while Onahole kneels in the threshold with her plush pink lips wrapped his cock. Even worse than that, Natsuko’s heart plunges as she sees how far her ex-girlfriend has progressed, manicured hands cradling a heavily pregnant belly. Her loving, independent, staunchly-feminist, lesbian, best friend and partner – reduced to a middle-aged slob’s brainless, cock-worshipping broodmare.
And she seems happy, with barely a thought behind her eyes, except adoration for her new Daddy, and devotion to serving him. Nearly every night, Natsuko can hear her dumb, ditzy squeals as Garrett fucks her, usually emptying his swollen, overproducing balls into her perfectly moulded snatch.
Natsuko knows that because she still has the portals that Hester tried to send to her all those months ago, the tiny mistake that diverted her life path so abruptly. Every night she tells herself she won’t look, and every night she opens it anyway, extending her tongue to clean the viscous, cummy residue. Tonight will likely be no different, especially with a fresh image of Onahole’s gravid womb in her mind, and Natsuko turns her head away to leave.
“But yeah, we’re movin’ at the weekend,” Garrett says, causing Natsuko to freeze in the corridor. He did have a stack of cardboard boxes behind him, but… really? He’s moving away!? “This place is too small for babies, an’ I wanna be able to move new sluts in if I get tired of Onahole. Just gotta finish packing up, and-“
She can’t listen any further. Natsuko’s heart pounds in her ears, and she scurries back to her apartment. Garrett’s moving house. He’s going away, and taking Hester away with him. Sure, she’ll still have the portals, but… the pussy will likely disconnect when the pregnancy is suitably advanced. And Natsuko can hardly bear opening the mouth, with how it doesn’t even know who she is. But never getting to see ‘Onahole’ again?
That’s too much. But what can she do? Natsuko hasn’t got the money to move, especially if Garrett’s new business ventures have allowed him to procure a larger place, and he’s not likely to tell her where he’s moving to. Only a couple of days left before Hester is lost to her forever, and…
And why is Natsuko’s clitty harder than it’s been since Hester showed her that pregnancy test?
Some time has passed while she processed the emotions, some of it spent crying, as she strips out of her jeans and sweater. Grabbing the pink portal that was the cause of so much of this mess, she drops to the bed and opens the cap. Immediately, the familiar stink of well-fucked pussy wafts out of it, paired with Garrett’s viscous, musky jizz. Is she going to see it again? Is she going to want to? Or will she gradually forget about Hester, move on with her life, maybe ask that cute goth girl in her Magitech class out on a date? Even if she’s pretty sure Annabeth has some portals on her own, at least she doesn’t have a neighbour trying to turn her into a bimbo fuck-slave. Presumably.
But it’s not just that Hester left her, it’s that she became Onahole, a bimbo. That was the worst, Natsuko thinks to herself, as she bends over on her mattress. Sliding a hand around her pert rump, she starts to finger her arse, just about the only way she can get off nowadays. Even pushing her dribbling dicklet into Onahole’s sloppy seconds doesn’t satisfy her, no more than the humiliation of slurping Garrett’s loads out. She could handle it better if Hester was still herself, still able to get away, free her mind if not her body – but no. Instead, it’s just Onahole rattling about in her melted grey matter.
And she can’t even bring herself to tell people what actually happened. Everyone was so… weirdly understanding of Hester’s new ‘life choices’, consoling Natsuko on the loss, but telling her that Hester should be free to do what she wants. Unfortunately, that category has been methodically pared down to what Garrett wants, instead. And why not? She’s certainly enjoying herself, with no worries about education, politics, or life goals.
So… why couldn’t Natsuko enjoy that as well?
It’s a thought she’s had a few times, in the middle of the night, edging herself almost to orgasm when she should’ve been doing her college work. That smile on Hester’s face in the moment she became Onahole, skipping up to Garrett with a giggle and a kiss. She wouldn’t need to worry about anything ever again. Those imaginings had gotten pretty far, enough that she has E-Z-Bim’s phone number saved in her contacts, but she’d always backed away from the precipice in the past.
She could always see Hester again, could try and fix things later, could do this, do that, do something… but not anymore. So, Natsuko is hardly thinking as she continues to dribble her watery precum onto the mattress, and taps the button to call the salon.
“H-hi there… mmmn~… m-my name is… Natsuko Wada,” she stutters out to the perky voice that answered the phone, not thinking about why their phone lines would be open this late. “And I… I was th-thinking about, ahhhn~…”
“Oh! Good evening, Miss Wada,” the response comes, surprising her for a moment. “We’ve actually got, like, a super-duper special request for if you called! Tell me, do you know a nice man named Garrett Wade?”
Natsuko’s breath catches in her throat, and her cock twinges, almost painfully. What the fuck could that mean?! Sure, she knows that his registration with E-Z-Bim was what lead to Hester being finally bimbofied, dumbed down and thoroughly un-dyked, but… why would her name flag anything up…?
“Y… yes…?”
“Yay! That’s, like, totes amazing!” the voice responds, but she doesn’t keep Natsuko in suspense for long. “We’ve got a special request from him… and you don’t even have to pay! Just come into any E-Z-Bim salon, and we’ll do you up all pretty, to his exact specifications!”
It takes Natsuko a long moment, two shuddering breaths in and out of her throat, and eight sloppy thrusts in and out of her butt, before she realises what that means. She wouldn’t even be choosing for herself, if she decided to throw her brains away. Instead, Garrett would make that choice for her. Her mind races, as she considers what he might want to do to her…
Maybe he wants her to look after his household again? With bigger tits and plump lips as pure decoration, he wouldn’t even have to touch her brain. Detaching her limp cocklet to a portal of its own, he could control her even while he continues to defile Hester, and she would be… well, maybe not happy, but there’s no way she’d leave him. Even if she just spent her days cooking and cleaning for Garrett and Onahole (and however many babies they have), Natsuko knows that she would stay on as their devoted, obedient maid.
But he might not want Natsuko, either. He could leave her body exactly as it currently is, saving money that he doesn’t need to spend, and instead dumbing her down even lower than Onahole. Make her devoted only to him, and send her back to college to lure more innocent girls into his clutches. A stupid, slutty plaything for him to enjoy while Onahole is elsewhere, or too pregnant to have fun with – and no risk of knocking her up…
Still, what if he did want that?! Natsuko’s never really considered doing it herself, but he could replace her impotent sissy prick with a proper breeding hole, shaping the rest of her body into nothing but a receptacle for his superior seed. Soft rolls of gropeable fat, naturally milky tits to feed her and Onahole’s babies, pale skin and pretty face to make a perfect Asian concubine for Garrett to colonize.
Or maybe a second bimbo is what he’s after. Pump up her flat chest into perky mounds of enchanted silicone, even bigger than Onahole’s, and swell her lips until she can hardly speak. Maybe even her cock would be augmented, enlarged and aroused until it’s little more than a throbbing toy, her own pleasure meaningless compared to what other people can get from her. Just collar her, cover her in latex, and use her as a mindless sissy sexdoll.
Dozens of possibilities swirl through Natsuko’s mind, each as depraved as the last, but she can’t ignore the central notion that Garrett would decide. If she gave herself to him, throwing away her future, she would also lose that last moment of self-determination in choosing how she’s going to be corrupted…
“Heeeeello? Are you still there, Miss Wada?”
Startled by the phone, remembering that she was speaking to E-Z-Bim, Natsuko knows deep down that her decision has already been made.
“I’ll… mmmn~… b-be there in the morning… AHHHN~!”
And so, Natsuko fingers away her last night as herself, thin white cummies dribbling onto sheets she’ll never need to clean. Because tomorrow, she’ll be walking into the jaws of defeat, to join her beloved in depraved servitude…
THE END
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