Fall of the Goddesses: Aftermath
Epilogue
Some time later...
James woke up sandwiched between two bodies.
The one in front of him was Alicia. She was facing away from him as she slept, but was still so closely nestled to him that his penis was resting between her asscheeks. James’ arms were wrapped around her with at least one hand resting on her stomach, which was now showing the telltale signs of a baby bump.
The one behind him was the problem, considering that whoever she was she hadn’t been there when he went to sleep last night.
Turning his head slightly he realized that it was Patsy, the hero formerly known as Ball Buster. Unlike Alicia, who apart from getting pregnant was physically mostly the same, Patsy had undertaken a much more drastic physical transformation.
The most obvious part was her hair. She’d dyed her hair back to its natural blonde, though she’d kept a little bit of blue at the tips, though only because James had offhandedly commented that he’d liked the look of it one time. It was also longer now, though it only grown far enough to reach her shoulders so far. She’d wanted to use hair extensions, but James had told her he liked natural hair, so she was just dealing with her hair not being long enough for now.
She’d also grown out her hair down below, just to prove to James that her blonde look was truly natural, though she kept that trimmed down to a landing strip.
The rest of the changes were more subtle, but obvious when you knew what to look for. Her body had lost its muscular physique and was far curvier than before, giving her a much more feminine appearance. She still had kept the tattoos, though only because James, in a desperate gamble to keep her from doing anything that she’d horrendously regret later in the increasingly unlikely event that she ever returned to her old self, had argued that he simply didn’t want to waste the money getting rid of it, especially when it made her stand out from his other....slaves.
Regardless, she wasn’t supposed to be in his bed right now. She must have snuck in while he was asleep. This didn’t really surprise him. Her new personality was always somewhat scared that he’d grow bored with her and abandon her. The only thing that really surprised him was that he didn’t wake up with her attempting to give him a morning blowjob.
Still, at least it wasn’t Fire. Again.
Fire. He was still coming to with what had happened to her. At the time he was still new to this being a master thing and he’d said a simple throwaway line that he’d never considered that she’d take as an order. He’d since learned to be very careful about exactly what he said.
After mom and Alicia had desperately brought him back to stop her, she’d slipped away to Greece, both to help with the recovery of Athena, and clearly to force herself to be brainwashed just as she’d forced the others to be as well.
Worse was that the mission had been a complete bust too. Oh, Fire had been able to get them through the webs easily enough, it was just that Athena wasn’t there. Instead what they’d found there was Spidra, who somehow had gotten from New York all the way to there with no one seeing her. She gave a brief but spirited fight before falling to them. The only thing since then that they’d been able to get out of her was some nonsense about not wanting them to undo mother’s revenge, whatever that meant.
As for Fire, oh goddesses, that has been a nightmare.
She’d come back utterly obsessed with him. She was bound and determined to commit incest with him and only a very, VERY specific set of orders directly banning her from doing that had kept her at bay. To this day was still trying to find some loophole that would get her around that, and she would occasionally sneak into his bed at night in the hopes that he would wake up and wouldn’t be able to stop himself somehow.
That this had come because she somehow thought that this was what HE wanted was the thing that really hurt. Apparently she’d thought all this time that the only reason he’d stuck it out with mom was that they were secretly lovers, which, whoa, that was a revelation he was still upset with her about.
The worst thing was that, as far as anyone had been able to discover, there was no way to undo it.
Oh, people had tried. Through multiple incidents it had eventually been discovered that the trigger for these changes was simply not being given an order for a certain amount of time. That was why Fire had lasted longer than the others, she’d had an order to follow and the others hadn’t. Realizing this, some had theorized that if they were to tell them what type of person they wanted them to be, in this case their original personality, before leaving them without orders again they might just revert. There was no such luck.
Once their personality had changed they went into a long period of stability. However, after about a month without orders they reached their final phase. In this phase, instead of their personality changing again, what occurred was suicidal levels of depression. Obviously that couldn’t be allowed to occur, so they immediately ended the experiment and began giving the heroine orders again. Fortunately after a few orders they were able to recover. It was theorized that a new master might reset things so that they could alter her personality again, but that would require the original master to die, so no opportunity had yet occurred to test this.
It was at this moment that Alicia began to rouse from her slumber. As she did, she felt James’ member on her and, with a little smile, began to rub herself against him, causing his penis to fully awaken.
James was a little bit hesitant about this, seeing as he was the only one of the two that knew Patsy was with him, but several months of their attentions on him had slowly eroded his embarrassment at being seen having sex. Reaching down, he carefully positioned his penis at her entrance and slowly pushed himself inside of her. Alicia let out a small moan, turning her head so that she could kiss him properly.
It was at this moment that their lovemaking woke up Patsy.
Not that their actions bothered her in the slightest. Rather, for her it was only natural that Master would start his day pumping his cum into one of his slaves and since Alicia seems to be his favorite, she’d of course take priority. Instead, she began to dry hump him from behind as she reached around to help Master by rubbing Alicia’s clit.
This unfortunately had the opposite reaction, as it made her aware that the two of them were not actually alone. “Dammit Patsy! This is my time with James!” she yelled at her, reminding her of the carefully constructed schedule she’d agreed to when it became clear that James was going to have to fuck Patsy if he didn’t want her spiraling as well.
“I had a nightmare,” Patsy confessed. James still found that odd about her. She could quite literally bend steel girders with her bare hands, but a little nightmare and she couldn’t get to sleep alone.
Still, there needed to be some discipline, otherwise she’d keep doing this. “All right Patsy. Your turn tonight is off.”
Patsy went pale when she heard that. “Please Master, anything but that! Patsy will be a good girl from now on! I swear!” she said as tears began to flow.
Alicia growled when she heard this, mostly because she knew how this was going to go. James would try to create some boundaries, but as soon as one of them started crying, he’d cave. “Okay, if you can do really well today, I’ll reward you by letting you have your turn back.”
Patsy jumped out of bed in celebration. “Yay! Patsy will be a good slave today, you watch Master,” she shouted as she ran out of the room, presumably to get dressed so she could get to work. “What?” James asked, looking over at Alicia.
“You spoil her too much, you know that right?”
“Yeah,” James itted as he got up out of bed, “but I just can’t help it. I feel bad for all of you. None of you asked for this and I can’t help but want to make this as easy on all of you as I can.”
Alicia smiled as she got up as well. “I know, it’s why I love you.”
Well, that and the brainwashing, but James was smart enough not to say that out loud. “Well, since we’re up anyway, I guess we should get dressed. I figure mom’s already up and making breakfast by this point.”
Alicia nodded in acknowledgment, but before he could head to the shower, she dropped down to her knees in front of him. “But first,” she said as she grabbed his penis in her hands, “we need to take care of this little problem.”
With that she began to lick his penis, still slick with her juices from earlier. James groaned in pleasure as she worked his shaft, slowly licking the tip before taking the whole thing into her mouth in one smooth motion.
Goddesses she was good at this. Mind you, she’d been religiously practicing ever since she’d been turned into his, for lack of a better word, love slave. By this point it took her less than five minutes to get him to cum. Just as he did she pulled back so he could come all over her face. She would have preferred to drink his cum, but she knew he liked seeing his cum on her face and you need to make sacrifices sometimes for the one you love.
“Well I definitely need a shower now,” she said as she got up and slowly sashayed her way to the bathroom. Just as she was about to leave the room however she turned around and looked back at James. “Coming?” she asked.
James commented internally that he was thankful that one of the side effects of having super women linked to him like this was apparently he leached a little bit off of each of them. This didn’t give him powers so much as it gave him seemingly endless stamina, which he seriously needed because he was sure they’d have sexed him to death by this point otherwise.
One long shower and a quick changing segment later and the two of them were off to the kitchen to see what mom had made for breakfast this time. French toast, as it turned out, covered in syrup and a hefty side of scrambled eggs to go with it. Mom seemed to love the classics.
Patsy was already out there of course, dressed up now in her new uniform. She’d insisted on changing it to symbolize her new codename, Pounder. She’d wanted to go with Cocksucker of course, but both James and the suits had nixed that, along with Slaveslut, Superwhore and of course, Fucking Cunt. In the end he’d convinced her (he knew he could simply order her to go with any name he wanted but he also wanted to make sure they had as much autonomy as he possibly could) to go with Pounder by noting that it was a pun. The question being, what does James do to her? Pound her.
The suits, unaware of the joke, loved it. They’d always hated her old name and as far as they were aware, the new one was much more marketable. They also loved the new outfit that came with it. Gone was the old jeans and jacket that gave the impression of a biker chick, in was a sexy red leotard that clung to her body like a second skin. It was actually less revealing than the string bikini she’d wanted to go with, though that was one of the few times he’d held his ground (though he did let her make a version of it so she could show it off to him. In private of course).
The next person to arrive was Fire. Unlike Patsy she was not in her costume yet. Instead she was dressed in a full maid outfit in a clear effort to entice him.
It wasn’t working, at least not yet. Sadly though he knew he was going to eventually have to have sex with her. As much as he didn’t want to do it, they could already see the signs of severe depression beginning to take hold of her due to his refusal. If he didn’t want her to commit suicide, then the only solution was to indulge her obsession. That was why he was constantly referring to her by her codename, he needed to distance himself mentally from her if he was going to psych himself up for what eventually was to come.
It was also why she currently had a bunch of anal beads stuffed up her ass, because when he finally bit the bullet there was no way he was going to risk ANY chance of them conceiving a child together.
“Have a good night?” she asked him by way of greeting.
“It was fine,” he said as he sat down. Shortly afterwards their mom came over and placed breakfast down in front of each of them. Not bothering to stand on ceremony, James dug in, followed closely by the others who each waited until he began to eat before digging in themselves.
It was in the middle of this that Ball Blaster walked into the room and sat down across from James to a plate mom had left specifically for her. Without a word she quickly started to eat herself.
“Blaster,” James said.
“What?”
“You’re naked again.”
Ball Blaster looked down and groaned at the realization that she walked out without a single piece of clothing on her. Despite this she made no effort to leave or even hide herself, instead eating faster than she had been previously. “Blaster,” James said again, with an increased emphasis.
“Just let me finish eating first,” she protested before muttering, “It’s not like you haven’t seen everything anyway,” under her breath.
Ball Blaster was with them of course because she was leashed to James. Once they’d figured out that not getting orders would trigger brainwashing he’d hurried to the detention center to give Ball Blaster an order before she succumbed like the others. He’d succeeded, but only just.
She’d already been asleep when they got there and judging by her own statements had been mere moments from breaking. The result is what you see now. She was mostly still the same, but she’d often forget to wear clothes, though fortunately she only did that around James.
By this point he had actually gotten fairly used to seeing her naked, to seeing all of them really. Well, except for mom, thank the goddesses. So he decided not to push the issue and just let her finish her breakfast while it was still hot. As soon as she did she rushed off back to her room to finally get dressed.
“You should just fuck her and get it over with,” Fire told him after she left.
“Fire,” he said in a tone that made his feelings on the matter clear.
“You know she’s only doing it because deep down she wants you to finish breaking her,” she countered. “Well duh,” Patsy added. “Every bitch wants Master to fuck them into submission.”
“That’s enough!” James yelled, causing both of them to flinch as though he’d struck them. He felt a little bad about that, but not enough to apologize, he was just that angry.
The most frustrating part was that he was sure that Fire was right, she was subconsciously trying to get him to break her. Regardless he had no intention of doing anything of the sort. He already had three women desperate for his cock, he really didn’t want to have to add anymore.
They had a mission today. For the last several months they’d been searching for any signs of missing supers and they’d finally found one. A vigilante hero known only as the Vanquisher had been spotted lately and they’d been assigned to search the area for her. They didn’t have to look for very long. She was waiting for them at a construction sight out in the open, a clear challenge being made to them.
The Vanquisher was covered from head to toe in an all black armor, though that didn’t really mean anything. The armor was what you would call a ‘living armor’ that changes itself according to the ’s will.
“Okay, set up the loudspeaker,” James ordered over the radio, since they couldn’t risk him being there in person. He was communicating with them from a hidden location since that was the safest option since no one would be there to protect him if someone attacked HQ. “We’re ready to go,” Fire assured him. “Okay, anyone not a member of the Femme Fatales, jump up and down.
The Vanquisher just stood there, not reacting in any way. “Well it was worth a shot,” James said.
After that there was nothing left to do but fight. Pounder dropped out of the car, making a picture perfect superheroine landing before strutting up to the Vanquisher. Fire used her fire to hover nearby, ready to apply her own attacks when an opportunity presented while Ball Blaster stayed in the background, ready to add when needed. Mom, now going by her new codename Den Mother and decked out like a stereotypical fifties housewife, floated nearby, keeping an eye on things in the honestly very real chance this was an ambush.
Pounder finally reached the Vanquisher and stared her down, looming over her. “I doubt your master will let you, but if you can, I suggest you surrender now,” she told her. Vanquisher responded with a punch that knocked Pounder clear across the construction site.
Immediately Fire began laying down a stream of flame, attempting to completely engulf Vanquisher. Vanquisher’s armor simply formed a giant shield, protecting her from the flames. Ball Buster took that opportunity to fire her shots directly at her head, hoping to at least distract her. She failed to cause any damage, but she did succeed in getting her attention. She then tried to run as Vanquisher sprinted towards her at a frankly obscene speed. The only thing that saved her was Pounder.
She’d gotten right up after taking the hit, not really injured, but pissed as Tartarus. She came barrelling straight for her, spearing her mere moments before she would have planted Ball Blaster into the ground.
“This would be a lot easier if we had Ice here,” Fire complained.
She was right of course. Ice’s cryomancy would have frozen Vanquisher’s armor, leaving her completely immobile. Unfortunately...
“Sorry but I’m not risking Ice going out into the field when she’s pregnant,” James reminded her. “We’re just going to have to make do without her.”
At the moment it wasn’t going too badly. Pounder had Vanquisher on the ground and was pounding her over and over again. She’d reasoned that if Vanquisher had wanted to kill any of them, she’d have been using blades instead of punches and kicks and she intended to take full advantage of that weakness. It only lasted a moment though as Vanquisher’s armor formed a tentacle that wrapped around Pounder and threw her away again.
This time Vanquisher turned her attention to Fire, launching numerous spikes, clearly intended to wound her and take her out of the fight. Fire dodged desperately, but every moment the spikes got closer and closer.
“Den Mother, you’re up.”
Just as Vanquisher was about to spear Fire’s leg she got knocked to the side. “Stay away from my daughter!” shouted Den Mother, who grabbed her leg as Vanquisher fell and used that to hurl her towards Pounder, who was getting back up and ready for another round.
Meanwhile, while all this was happening, another person was watching everything on camera’s that had been set up well in advance.
“That’s good my little whore. Keep them all concentrated on you,” he ordered as he listened in on James’ commands to the Femme Fatales.
It was all so perfect. The team had no idea he’d hacked into their network and was listening in on everything they were saying. More importantly he was currently working to pinpoint exactly where this James fellow was giving his commands. Once he knew where his location was, his two other superslaves would head right there and kill him, leaving the team free to become his.
ittedly this Ice slut would be a little bit of a problem, but with two on one, plus the fact that she has to protect her master and they don’t, it was only going to be a matter of time. Soon he’d add five new bitches to his growing harem...
Which was the last thing he thought before his body was frozen completely solid.
Ice, dressed in a form fitting black outfit that helped mask her signature, walked up to the now lifeless body of whoever this monster was and gave it a light tap. The action caused the ice statue to crack into pieces, ensuring that there was no chance he’d survived.
Fucker thought he was so smart. It never occurred to him that they knew he’d hacked into their frequency and was using that to triangulate his position as well. But unlike him, who had to use his two supers to act as his triangulation, James could leverage every node in the system to quickly trace him back to where he was. He then sent Ice while pretending that she was with him the whole time in order to keep him in the dark.
The result is what you see. One dead master and several powered women who need a new master.
Ice quickly patched James into the other line. “We’re in,” she told him.
“Okay, everyone who isn’t a Femme Fatale stop fighting and stand still with your hands in the air.”
At that statement Vanquisher, who had grabbed Pounder and was holding her from behind in a bear hug, abruptly let her go and put her hands up. “All right, now everyone who isn’t in the Femme Fatales, state your name.”
“Pixy.”
“Loophole.”
“I am, the Vanquished,” Vanquisher said, revealing that she’d apparently renamed herself.
“All right, last order. Pixy, Loophole, you two head to the nearest police station and turn yourself in. Be sure to inform them that the leader of the Femme Fatales now holds your leash. Vanquished, stand down and come with the rest of my team.”
With that, the fight was over. Vanquished ed the rest of the team in the hover transport (they’d upgraded since the team had permanently gained two new ) and sat down at the back.
As Den Mother took control, the ship took off. Ball Blaster looked back at Vanquished. “So, gonna remove your helmet?” she asked. “That’s rude Blaster,” Fire said, chiding her, which only seemed to have the opposite effect on her. “Hey, we’re gonna be working together now, I’d like to know who I’m gonna be working with,” she said by way of explanation.
The Vanquished stayed silent through all of this, but after a moment, sighed and allowed her helmet to disappear back into the rest of her armor, revealing her face to all of them.
“VAN!!!” screamed Pounder.
“Umm, hi,” Van replied nervously, with a somewhat pained expression.
“Van!” Pounder shouted again as she jumped out of her seat and rushed over to grab Van in a giant bearhug, a mixture of both joy and relief showing on her face. Ever since Van had left, Pounder had worried about how to tell her about her fall into slavery, but that worry was replaced with a growing dread when Van in fact, never returned. Pounder had feared that in the chaos following the fall of the goddesses she’d ended up getting killed. The only thing she’d been able to do was to cling to hope, since her death had never been confirmed.
And now she knew why.
As Pounder hugged she began to babble about how worried she’d been and how glad she was now that she knew she was okay. The stream of consciousness would have probably gone on for the entire ride back if Van didn’t interrupt her. “Um, Ball Buster...”
“Oh I’m Pounder now. Or you can call Bambi. Technically I’m still Patsy, but that’s just because Master doesn’t want to spend the money needed to legally change my name.”
“Okay,” Van said, clearly confused by all of this, but deciding to just go with it. “I think I should tell you. I’m...straight now.”
Straight now. A simple little statement, but it packed quite a big meaning. Van had been broken, likely on purpose. Not that any of that mattered to Pounder. “So what? I’m straight now too. That doesn’t mean I don’t still care about you, or want you to be a slaveslut for Master just like me.”
“Your Master?”
“He’s yours too now. After all, we killed your old one.”
Van seemed quite conflicted about that. It was understandable of course. She’d clearly been broken by her old master, which meant that she’d normally be quite loyal to him, regardless of how much he was a pathetic shitstain in comparison to Pounder’s Master.
“Do you, think he’ll like me?” she finally asked hesitantly.
“Why wouldn’t he,” Pounder responded, genuinely confused.
“My, my old Master didn’t. He said that I was boring.”
The vehicle got silent at that. They all knew what had happened. With some masters, after a little while, they got bored of being able to fuck a woman anytime and in anyway that they want. So they abandon them for some newer plaything. Though in this case, he simply uses the slaves he had to try and capture new slaves. If he’d succeeded in capturing them, he’d have fucked all of them for a little while before getting bored of them as well and the cycle would have repeated.
“Master,” Pounder called out.
“Yes,” came James’ voice on the radio.
“Have I earned a reward today?”
Pounder could hear James’ sigh over the radio. “Yeah, I guess you have.”
“Then,” Pounder said tentatively. “Could you give my reward to Van.”
James pondered that for a moment. “We’ll need to have her take the test to that she’s under my control. But, if she es, then yes, on one condition.”
“I’ll do it, whatever it is,” Pounder agreed excitedly before James could even tell her what the condition was.
“The condition is this. She’s going to be really scared, so I’m going to need to be there with her for the whole thing, so she doesn’t feel alone.”
Pounder’s face went full red as a sloppy grin began to appear. She not only got to be fellow Slaveslut with Van, but she even gets to watch as Master turns her into his personal bitch!
Best day ever.
James looked at the screen from within the sensor suite. The device itself looked like a big red egg with a door in it. James simply sat in it and in another room, kept far away from this one just in case, Van sat in an identical looking egg of her own.
The device itself was there for one purpose, to the bond between James and any woman that was in the other device. Though, to this day, no one had figured out how to break the bond, they had figured out how to detect the energy trail between...the dominant one and the obedient one. Once that was done it was child’s play to create a device that detected that specific energy signature.
An energy signature that the device was currently informing him definitely existed between him and the woman in the other device. The screen was showing him both a live feed of Van, currently sitting in the other egg, along with a readout that confirmed their connection.
James let out a breath that he didn’t know he’d been holding. He’d always believed that Van was no longer a threat, but it was one thing to believe that, and another to see it confirmed with your own eyes.
He happily let the others know the good news. Not that it was news for most of them. WIth the exception of Patsy who was staying with Van as her emotional , all of them were there in the room with him, making sure that if anything went wrong they’d be there to protect him.
There was only one thing left to do. He accessed the speaker system in the other room and said, “Okay Patsy, it’s all good. You can get Van out of there and give her the grand tour.” Patsy appeared in the device, giving him a thumbs up before pulling Van out of sight, likely to give her the quickest grand tour possible to satisfy his order while leaving as much time as she can for preparing Van for later tonight.
Regardless, it wasn’t his problem right now. Right now he needed to work on the paperwork to document the encounter, not to mention ing the police to their retrieval of Pixy and Loophole, so that he could arrange their addition to the team.
Not to mention whatever was going on with Ball Blaster. Ever since she’d gotten here, she’d been looking at James nervously, clearly wanting to say something, but not sure if she should. “Out with it,” he ordered as he started walking towards his office, figuring it was better to just deal with whatever it was then to let it fester until it became a problem.
Ball Blaster quickly ed him before she blurted out, “Once you’re done with Vanquisher, could you do me next?”
James stopped walking and turned to stare at her. “I thought you didn’t want that.”
“Yeah, well, four months of endless fantasies about you kinda wore me down.”
James winced when he heard that. He’d been good about giving her orders daily, making sure that she had something to do to keep her from falling any further. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just, I’ve been breaking this whole time. Honestly, the only thing you could do about it was slow it down and I don’t think I can last any longer.”
“Can I watch!” Fire blurted out, letting them both know she was watching.
“Fire, I already told you...”
“I’m okay with it,” Ball Blaster blurted out, interrupting him.
James paused and stared at her wide eyed. “What?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, but this whole thing has kind of made me into an exhibitionist, so I want someone to watch me get fucked.”
James sighed yet again. “Well talk about this later, right now I’ve got to get to work. Unless of course, you want to do that paperwork?”
“Oh look at the time,” Ball Blaster said theatrically before making a quick getaway. She grabbed Fire on her way out, leaving James along with his thoughts.
James leaned back to stretch. It had taken seemingly forever, but he was finally done with the paperwork.
In the meantime, Pixy and Loophole had been found at the 5th precinct. At the moment they were being held in a special facility until the Femme Fatales could pick them up tomorrow. He’d have to come with them, along with Van of course, if only to be there when they run the official test to confirm that all three of them are now linked to him.
He was already worrying about what exactly these other two had been turned into by their old master and if, now that they’ve been given an opportunity to test it, if the suits were going to make him hold off on giving them orders in order to see if they could change their personality a second time.
All of this however was put to the side when Patsy walked into the room. The reason why was simply, she was walking in dressed in nothing but a collar, dog ears and a dog tail shoved up her ass. Sadly by this point he was so used to her showing up in this kind of outfit that the sight of it was no longer enough to faze him. “Finished Master?”
“Yeah, I’m finished,” he reluctantly itted.
Patsy walked up to him and leaned down so she could give him a little hug. “There there, you worked really hard. Now it’s time to let us take care of you.”
“Oh, so this is for my benefit huh?”
Patsy looked confused. “Of course. Everything we do is always for you Master.” James heard that and just went with it. At this point he knew that she’d never understand what he really wanted.
Instead he let her help him up from his chair and slowly guide him to his room. He even let her cover his eyes as he went inside so that he couldn’t see what was awaiting for him.
“Ta dah!” she said as she removed her hands. What he saw shouldn’t have affected him, but it did. He suddenly found his breath taken away at the sight of Van.
She was dressed all in black, in an outfit that could best be described as a goth pixie. She was giving off the vibe of a confident seductress but, as James began to recover from his shock, he could see hints of nervousness that somehow made her more adorable.
He could tell just why Patsy fell for her.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked with feigned disinterest as she slowly sauntered her way to him, a move that made James stutter as he tried to respond. The statement made Van laugh before she suddenly relaxed, understanding now that she didn’t need to fear.
James was absolutely going to fuck her.
Feeling more confident in herself, Van closed the final bit of distance between them. She stared James directly in the eyes before reaching around and getting a good feel of his ass. James jumped slightly, unused at this point to a woman taking the initiative. Van simply used that motion to move forward and kiss him. Her tongue quickly pushing into his mouth and coiling with his.
James froze momentarily, but quickly adapted. His hands reached around as well, though his stayed firmly on her back, as he pushed her closer to himself. “Such a gentleman,” she teased him as she reached back and guided his hands downward. As his hands reached her ass, her own outfit morphed, moving aside so that James’ hands could directly grab onto her ass and touch her pussy.
“Quite convenient that,” James commented once he’d finally broken from the kiss.
“Oh you have no idea,” Van promised him as she dropped down to her knees.
As she got in front of him, her suit began to operate. Little tendrils wrapped around James as they quickly began to remove his clothing. Within a few seconds he was already completely naked, his cock, already partially hard, was directly in front of Van’s face. She didn’t waste the opportunity.
Van slowly drew her tongue along James’ penis in one long lick, going from the base all the way to the tip. As she did this a pair of tendrils began to fondle his balls. James simply moaned as Van began to clean the tip of his penis as more tendrils began to jerk him off at the same time. James was forced to hold on for dear life, lest he cum too quickly. Van responded to this by taking his cock directly into his mouth and pushing herself all the way down to the hilt. She then began to bob up and down as the tendrils provided yet more stimulation.
James continued to fight the growing pleasure, desperate not to cum. This wasn’t because he was embarrassed by the idea of coming too fast. By now he knew that none of the women here particularly cared how fast he came, they all orgasmed the moment he did and besides, if a guy can seemingly cum endlessly with no downtime, who cares how quickly he cums on any one particular session. No, the reason he was holding in was because there was one more person he wanted to get in on this.
James looked over at Patsy, who was watching the scene with heat in her eyes as she desperately fondled herself. Her hand was pushing into her pussy, moving at the same rate that Van was fellating James, likely trying to simulate James fucking her. “Don’t you want to get in on this?” James asked her.
Patsy froze, looking at him in complete shock. “But, I gave my reward up to Van.”
“Yeah you did, but I think that kind of sacrifice deserves its own reward, don’t you?”
A slow smile began to form on Patsy’s face before she practically dived down to the ground in her attempt to get her face onto James’ cock as fast as possible. Van, seemingly recognizing what James wanted, removed James’ cock from her mouth and moved to the side, along both of them to wrap their tongues around James’ cock together.
Since neither of them seemed to have much experience with dual blowjobs their work was a little bit clumsy. But still it didn’t take that long for them to bring James to climax. His cum burst forth, covering both of their faces in his semen.
The two very quickly began licking the semen off of each other, with Van being particularly effective at this thanks to her suit. In little time their faces were clean again, a fact that prompted James to pull them up onto their feet so that he could lead them both to the bed.
As they dropped onto the bed, Van’s outfit altered itself again. The fabric pulled inward until it became nothing more than a corset, exposing both her breasts and her completely shaved pussy to James’ eyes.
James took a little time to appreciate the view as both Patsy and Van quickly spread their pussies before him. However he found that he had little appetite for teasing things out, instead he moved forward to lie face up on the bed. Van and Patsy looked at him confused before he elaborated. “I’m a little tired, so I want you two to help me out a little. Van I want you to mount me and Patsy, I want you to sit on my face.”
The two smiled as they quickly moved to comply. Van started by getting on top and gently dropped herself down onto him. She then began to slowly sway her hips in a circular motion as she brought his pleasure up to the peak in a deliberate manner. Then as James was just beginning to get used to what she was doing, Patsy got on top of him and placed her pussy directly on his face.
James immediately began to lick her pussy, his tongue going deep inside of her as one finger played her clit. The other held onto her ass, with the occasional spanks that he’d discovered she really liked, (he’d also discovered that because of her inability to harm him, whenever he spanked her her powers temporarily deactivated so that he could spank her without hurting himself). Patsy screamed, though that scream was soon silenced as Van leaned forward and kissed her. The two then began to grope each other’s breasts as Van began to hump James’ cock faster and faster, desperately chasing the climax that she knew she could have unless James came first.
She didn’t have to wait long.
James came again, his cock spurting his seed deep into Van’s pussy. The moment he did both Van and Patsy came together, the two holding each other as they quivered uncontrollably. Eventually though the last of James’ semen finished spurting out and with it Patsy and Van’s dual orgasm ended as well. The two then collapsed together, each one falling so that they would each find themselves on one side of James. James simply held onto both of them, reflecting for a moment on just how insane his life had become. He’d gone from being a virgin who was tethered to his family, either by stubborn loyalty or a job he felt needed doing, to having a full harem he couldn’t walk away from, even if he wanted to.
That reflection only lasted about a minute before Patsy rolled over and got onto all fours. “Oh Master! Can you please fuck me from behind like the bitchslut I am?!” she asked, voice full of excitement.
At this point, James would really rather cuddle, but looking at both of them, he just couldn’t bear to disappoint either of them.
It looked like it was going to be a very long night for James. Again.