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The world is a bleak place.

I’m a dangerous man. There’s no other way to say it really. I can’t claim that I’m not anymore because I am. You can change how you act but you can’t change what you are. But I’ve managed to calm myself down and now I’m the manager of a hotel.

The Peace Hotel.

Perhaps my story requires a little background first. Over the years since I was incarcerated, things have changed a lot. The Third World War decimated the world’s population, and included were the many politicians that governed it. The loss of a ruling class made the world decline into anarchy. Now everywhere you go you must keep your wits about you and be ready to defend yourself at a moments notice; everything is scarce and will be until someone steps up to pull things together.

When the prison doors were opened my first instinct just like everyone else was to get as far away as possible. Out I went, and I wandered the country like many, scraping together a survival. But I was different. Unlike many of my peers I did not take advantage of the weak; my time in prison had made me change my mentality and my approach to life. Instead of the blood letting I had immersed myself in, I began to appreciate life, and now I cherished it because it was the only precious thing left on the planet to fight for. So I traveled England, helping out many a person who found themselves at the mercies of those who preyed on the weak; instead of taking a human life for fun I now took them in retribution. In time I became know as the “Angel of Death” and now the mention of my name sends those predators running for their safety.

For a long time I traveled as the “Angel of Death”. Food or shelter was never a problem, people were always willing to support me as long as I protected them and helped them to try and rebuild their lives. But eventually I became weary of the constant travelling, and by calling in a few favours I established the Peace Hotel. The name was taken from an old Chinese movie that I had seen in prison. The main character was very much like myself so I had tried to model myself in a similar fashion.

The aim of the Peace Hotel was that it was a risk free zone. The criminals would never come near a place that was protected by the “Angel of Death”, and all I asked for was that a resident bring enough to contribute to the working of the hotel; but to make things fair the maximum stay was three months. There was exemptions for a few: old friends who helped me to keep the place running, to clean, and to cook. Other than that our needs were scant and my hotel has become somewhat legendary since I established it.

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I woke up and stared up at the ceiling. It was a beautiful summer’s day, masking the pain and deprivation of the world that it illuminated. Everyday was another effort to keeping the hotel alive. I lived for the hotel and the salvation it offered. At least in this day and age there is hope for some who dare to entertain the notion.

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Walking into the canteen, I could see that there were few early risers. Two new tenants, a young lady called Ellen and a middle aged man who’s name I hadn’t found out yet were sitting and talking while waiting for their food. Ellen had been memorable because she had managed to bring in a considerable amount of food from an unknown source. I had been suspicious, but I wasn’t in a position to discriminate after some of the people who had come through these doors in the past few years. Taking a seat, I engaged them in conversation.

It turns out that Ellen had been living with a small colony that had managed to grow some of their own food. She had been out scouting the local area, and when she had returned the colony had been pillaged, and everyone had been killed. Gathering what little remained she had fled and ended up at my hotel, Most people do. Everyone is running from somebody. The man was called David, and he wasn’t too keen to talk about what had happened to him, so I didn’t push.

-

I went outside afterwards to check the generator. It had been acting a bit weird recently, so I hooked up the spare and proceeded to give it a thorough servicing. Engrossed in my activities, I hadn’t noticed Ellen standing near me.

“I hope I’m not interrupting?” Her voiced roused me from my thoughts of nuts and bolts. Standing up and wiping my hands I replied, “Not at all. What can I do for you?”

“Just looking for someone to talk to.”

She gave me a small smile. “Life is so hard nowadays, finding a place like yours is absolutely amazing I think. I had heard it mentioned before when we had visitors passing through, but I never thought this actually existed.” Her arm moved in a circular motion encompassing the view of my hotel.

“Try not to get too attached.” I replied. For a moment I stared into the distance, lost in my thoughts. “You know the conditions.”

“I know. Three months maximum unless you can make a continuous contribution.” She walked up and stood next to me following mu view. “Doesn’t it ever become difficult for you? I mean, having to let people leave to fight for themselves when they wouldn’t last a day?”

“I have no choice.” Picking up my tools I replied gruffly. “And I’d ask if you wouldn’t pry into my affairs please.” With that I walked back into the hotel. The truth was that she had hit a sensitive spot; every time someone left I felt like I’d taken another life. But I had no choice. At least everyone understood that.

-

I went to take a shower. Yup, there is running water but at a high price. A group of suits managed to get a bunch of mercenaries on their side and changed extortionate fees for water. Apparently they’ve established quite a comfortable living now. Not that I care.

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After I came out of the shower I could hear a knocking on my door. “Hold on a minute!” Throwing on a few clothes I walked over to the door expecting one of my staff, but I was surprised when Ellen stood in front of me. “What do you want?”

“I came to apologize. I had no business saying what I did and I didn’t mean to cause any offence.” While saying this she looked straight into my eyes and kept her head up. Despite my anger I was impressed; there aren’t many people who dare to look at me in the face. My admiration calmed me down, and I replied, “Apology accepted. Why don’t you come in?”

Closing the door behind her, she sat down in a chair in the corner. I walked over to my flask to fill my cup and offered it to her, to my surprise she accepted it without a hint of remorse; most people think I’m going to poison them. I’m getting to like this woman. Sitting down I started speaking. “Actually it’s partly my fault. This is not a business where I can get close to people. I don’t want them to get friendly with me and start thinking that they can appeal to my conscience when it’s their turn to leave.”

She nodded her head in agreement. “I understand completely. In a way I envy you and in a way I don’t. To the normal people out there you’re a hero. I know some people who pray that you will appear in their lives and be their guardian angel. Personally I knew the only person to rely upon is yourself.” “Completely,” I replied, “If only people would learn to depend on themselves more than to place their faith in fantasies. I’ve had people begging me to never leave them, or others who wanted to follow me around as a servant. To them I always said the same thing: ‘If you can’t trust yourself then how can you trust someone like me?’”

We ended up talking for a long time in my room. It has been a long time since I’ve met a truly strong woman, and I have to admit that I was fascinated by Ellen. It was obvious that she had fought long and hard to get to the hotel; a woman with a lot of supplies was an easy target and would be particularly prone to attention. How she managed to get this far was beyond me until I got to know her better, and I realised this woman could really do anything she set her mind to. My unwillingness to get close to my tenants was pushed aside by my admiration for this woman. And, to be honest, a little bit of lust too. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a woman’s touch.

As the sky turned darker the conversation turned towards my days as the “Angel of Death”. “What did you take from people in return for protection?” She asked me. “Nothing. All I wanted was enough to keep me going for a couple of days. If they didn’t have anything then I wouldn’t take anything.” “Really?” Ellen gave me a surprised look. “How could I? Everyday it breaks my heart to see people struggling to survive. What kind of person would I be if I saved a person from death and left them with nothing? That would make me as bad as some of the guys I’ve killed.”

“You’re amazing. In my mind I had you pegged as a mercenary with a heart, but you’re not like that at all. You really are an angel.” I shook my head. “There are no angels Ellen, just people. I can never be an angel. I’ve taken too many lives, committed too many sins. There’s no space in heaven for me.” Standing up, I moved towards the door and said, “And now there’s plenty of things to do for tonight so if you’ll excuse me.”

Before I could get to the door she stepped in front of me. Moving closer to me, she suddenly grabbed my face and brought her lips to mine; before I knew it we were kissing. My first kiss in years. She broke off, looked me in the eyes and asked me, “Did anyone ever offer you their body in all these years?” “Many times,” I replied, “Both men and women. But I never took it.” She pushed me back until we were standing at the foot of my bed. “Then let me be the first.” With those words she made me sit down, and started to take off her clothes.

I couldn’t believe what was happening before me. It’s true that I never accepted sexual favours, even though I have needs I could never bring myself to do it. The same logic applied, If I took the offers that would have made me a rapist like the rest; how could I look myself in the mirror everyday?

Ellen stood in front of me naked. All I could do was sit there speechless. Despite her difficulties, Ellen really was a fine specimen of a woman. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders and her breasts were small and firm; her limbs were supple and smooth, toned by a lifetime of fighting. In all my life, I’ve never seen a woman as attractive as the one that stood before me.

Taking my hands she brought them to her body so I could touch her. I ran my hands over her body taking in every curve and line that defined her shape; her face, roughened from nights spent outdoors, her arms, clearly defined from years of hard work, before I moved onto her breasts. To me these were a thing of beauty; I watched myself run my fingers over them, feeling her nipples harden under my fingers. Fascinated I took her nipples in my fingers and began to play with them, rolling them around and pressing them gently; in reply she gasped slightly and began to breath a little heavier. Reluctantly leaving her breasts I ran my fingers down her stomach to reach between her legs. I slipped my fingers between her thighs, and she gave another gasp and widened her legs. Keeping my touch gentle, I explored her sex, brushing my fingers over her lips to feel the heat, parting them to reveal the moisture of her arousal. Then I took my fingers away to another gasp, and motioned her to lie down on the bed.

Parting her legs I returned my hands to her vagina. This time I had a good view, so I was able to direct the movements of my fingers much more effectively. Parting her labia, I gently probed until my finger was coated with moisture; unable to resist I leaned in and continued my explorations with my tongue, pushing it deep inside her and feeling her body react to me. I carried this on for a while, moving my tongue from her clit to the entrance of her pussy as she gasped and twisted below me, impaled on my tongue, until her orgasm overtook her and she lay still, breathing heavily and her skin flushed.

Without a word I stood up and removed my clothes. Still silent, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs. Pressing my cock into her pussy she gasped once again, and let out a cry as I eased myself in. Her velvet lips took me inside easily, I felt the muscles in her pussy contract and pull me in further. We fucked gently at first, enjoying the feelings of our mutual arousal, before we couldn’t control ourselves any longer. She wrapped her legs around me and I started to pump her with more vigour. Our hips banged together as I drove my cock into her pussy, leaning over to kiss her neck and wrapping my arms around her. Hearing the cries of her orgasm in my ear set me off, and I came, shooting my seed deep inside her as she moaned and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing deeply in our shared ecstasy.

Afterwards we both lay on the bed, still silent.

To Be Continued.

Practice had been a royal bitch on that day back in 1978. It had been worse for me, since I had gotten beaten for two scores by that Lee High prick the past Friday night. So, on the day I turned eighteen, I had been running shit drills all morning. The lone saving grace on this Monday morning was that there was no school, so practice had been in the morning. The rest of the day was mine to do as I pleased.

Of course, after running gassers for half an hour on top of a two-hour practice, I was in no mood to hit the mall or attempt anything much more than take a shower and zone out in my room.

After practice, I usually showered at the locker room; however, I just wanted to get the holy fuck out of the place that day. I had blown two coverages on defense, and though I had a pretty good day on the other side of the ball, we were all about “perfection”. Coach Travis, our secondary coach, had not even wanted to speak to me after the game, but he seemed more than happy to scream at me from the first minute of practice to the last. I can only imagine how the day would have gone had we actually lost to the Rebels.

Anyway, I had experienced all the football I could handle for the day. After the grueling practice, I just wanted to sleep the afternoon away. By the time I pulled my Camaro into the circle drive in front of the house, my sweat-sopped, gray t-shirt was pressed wetly to my chest. As I stepped from my car, clad only in the t-shirt, a pair of black shorts and my cleats. The cleats had been hard to drive in, but my feet were numb from the gassers we had run. I had actually been scared to take them off for fear my feet would come off with them.

I kicked them off before entering the house. I knew if I hadn’t my step-mom would have had a fit. It would not do for me to mark up “her” beautiful tile floor. Holding my shoes, I gingerly padded off to the bathroom. The long, hot shower soothed my tired, beaten body. I toweled off, and without bothering to cover up, I walked directly from the bathroom across the hall to my bedroom.

Even as bone tired as I was, I looked down at my semi-hard cock, as it bobbed with each step I took. I was glad to have a day off from school where there would be no dad and no step-mom. I decided I would give my eight-inch tall little friend some attention after a much needed doze in my room.

Back then, my hair was long, down on my shoulders. That was another thing the coaches harped on, but girls loved it. Girls always trump coaches. Fuck, if it hadn’t been for pussy, I would never have gone through all the sports shit, anyway.

I laid the towel on my pillow, pulled on my earphones (they were massive back in the day) and stretched out nude on top of the bedspread. There were still small beads of water on my arms and chest, as I closed my eyes to the sound of Pink Floyd.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep. I guess, as I recall the shadows in the room, it had not been long. At first, I thought it had been the sound of the cash register on the 8-track which awakened me. I didn’t open my eyes at first. I just lay there and enjoyed the moment. The heater had just kicked on, and the warm breeze felt good on my tanned, muscled flesh. There was a scent in the air, a faint whiff of something-something familiar. I smiled, as it immediately caused my cock to stir.

Perfume. That’s what it was. It smelled like Linda, my stepmother. It made me think of her immediately. Just as quickly, my cock hardened. I reached down my taut belly to slip my fingers around it. The supple, veined shaft felt good in my hand. Without opening my eyes and breathing deeply to take in the scent wafting through the air, which I figured was leftover from her readying herself for work and filtering through the central air vents, I slowly stroke to thoughts of my dad’s wife of two years.

“Very impressive, Barry”, Linda whispered huskily as she stood above me. My eyes opened wide, as I looked up into her emerald green eyes. My stroking stopped immediately. I think my heart did too. I just gaped up at her mutely, my right hand still wrapped tightly around the shaft of my cock, precum oozing onto the tip of my index finger.

She was so fucking close. God, she was close. I could have easily moved my left hand to the edge of the bed and touched the hem of her knee-length skirt. I wanted to hide, but I was frozen like a deer in the headlights. I wanted to turn away from her sultry gaze, but I couldn’t. I just lay there like a retard with my hand on my cock looking up at my step-mom.

“Don’t stop on my account”, she whispered, breathlessly. “It is such a beautiful cock, Barry. You shouldn’t waste an erection as lovely as that, honey.”

I was stunned. I could not believe the words slipping from Linda’s lips, as she looked alternately from my eyes, down my body to my throbbing dick. The words swirled in my head, almost making it swim. Slowly, uncertainly, I resumed my stroking, as I looked up at her.

Dad had really picked a hot one, I had thought upon meeting her. She was several years younger than my dad, but it was not like she was half his age or anything like that. She was just past thirty, as she stood there next to my bed, watching her nude stepson stroke his pulsing prick. She had the long, shapely legs of the competitive diver she had been in college. She had long, honey blonde hair, which flowed in curls down to the middle of her back. The conservative, blue dress she had worn that morning to work fit closely to her lithe body.

As I wordlessly stroked for her and about her, Linda turned and sat on the very edge of my bed, lifting her long, thick tresses to the side. “Could you help me with this, Barry?”

With a deep breath, I reached to the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it slowly down her luscious, tanned back. As it descended, the thin line of the back of her bra was revealed to me. My right hand was still on my cock, yet stilled, as my left slid the zipper down to the small of her back.

Standing, she thanked me matter-of-factly, as if this happened every day. Stepping back and turning to face me, she let the garment drop to the floor in a puddle around her heeled shoes. She stood before me clad now in only her heels, stockings, garter, matching panties and the small brassiere, which barely contained her lovely, round breasts.

“Thank you, Barry. That’s much better, don’t you think?” She smiled down at me, as she placed one hand at the clasp of the French bra, and paused. “Maybe you would like to do the honors here, as well.”

I might have said something in the affirmative or merely grunted, I don’t recall. Anyway, I reached up and popped the plastic clasp with my thumb and forefinger. Her breasts spilled out of the flimsy garment. They were full and round. Unlike the high school girls with whom I was used to disrobing, Linda was not self-conscious in the least. She was striking, and she knew it.

“So, are you going to scoot over or am I going to have to beg?”, she chuckled softly. Her smile was intoxicating, because now I was smiling with her. As she slid onto the bed, her nipple, small and brown and unbelievably hard, brushed my arm. The sensation must have sent a mild tremor through her, because I heard her gasp lightly.

Linda propped herself on an elbow, and placed her small, delicate hand over mine. The softness of her hand on mine almost made me cum right then and there. “Let me help with this, honey.”

With that, her hand encircled my shaft replacing my own. I wanted badly to touch her, but I was unsure exactly what to do. I had never had a woman come one to me like this. In the 70’s, girls my age were old enough to drink, but never bold enough to take control. I suppose aggressiveness would brand them as sluts, or at least they might think it would.

Linda was unworried about any of that. Her focus was squarely on what she wanted. Right then, she wanted my cock. Linda seemed to get what she wanted, and I was not about to break her streak.

Her hand moved expertly up and down my cock. Slowly, she would slip her fingers over the precum slicked head and then all the way down to the base. Leaning into me, she flicked her pink tongue in a circle around my nipple, moaning as it hardened under her tongue. Painted lips sucked it in, as her hand traveled up and down my member. I let out a gasp, as I felt her teeth nip at the small brown nipple. I had never had that done before, and the sensation caused my to press my chest hard to her red lips.

“Like that, do you? Just like your father, aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes, ma’am”, I muttered. Without thinking, my hand moved to her hair. It was soft under my hand, as I caressed it.

“Call me Linda, honey.” She pulled from my chest and looked deep into my eyes, her hand still moving in a slow, easy pace. “I think we are beyond mother-son, don’t you, Barry?”

I nodded. She smiled softly and kissed me gently, then pressed her lips hard to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Moaning, as she whispered into our kiss, “Touch me, baby.”

She released my cock and took my hand in hers. Placing it to her left breast, she held it there, as we kissed. I played that the hard tip between two fingers, and Linda slid on top of me, not breaking the kiss. Straddling me, and strategically placing her ass on my throbbing cockflesh, Linda moved back and forth, the soft satin of her panties caressing my manhood. Her hands pressed to my chest. Long nails dug into my flesh slightly, as she moved.

“Fuck, I have just got to have this in me”, she rasped huskily, releasing my chest, pulling the crotch of her panties aside and sliding her drenched cunt over the head of my dick. She growled softly, as she lowered herself onto me, “Don’t you fucking move, baby. Let me take care of you.”

I placed my hands on the soft flesh of her hips and watched as she inched her way down onto my thickness. Her eyes sort of glazed over, as she lowered onto it.

“You are certainly your father’s son”, she whispered. The thought must have pushed a button deep inside her, because she shuddered hard upon me, as her honeyed lips settled at the base of my cock. As she shuddered, she slapped her hands down hard on my chest, a flurry of curses flowed from her pouty lips. I felt the cascading juices stream from her and cover my loins. Fighting the urge to slam my hips up to her, I merely enjoyed the sight of a woman in orgasm. It was perhaps the first time I had seen one, as up to that point, my exploits had been hurriedly experienced in the backs of cars or in near pitch black darkness.

“Ohhhh, Barry. You little fuck! You have made me cum already.” I smiled up at her, knowing I had done nothing, but proud that I had done that “nothing” so well. Indeed, her climax had been all about her.

As her tremors subsided, Linda began to move on my cock. At first, she moved slowly, rocking back and forth. I slid my hands up to her breasts, cupping them in my large hands. My hands just barely covered them. The hard nipples pressed against my palms.

“Yessssss.” She whispered. “Pinch them, baby.”

I did as I was told. I gently took them between thumbs and forefingers and pressed. “Harder”, Linda growled, moving faster. She was moving side to side, then in circles. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her walls grip and release my cock, as she rode me. When I pinched harder, she reached down to my nipples and pinched them hard. I mean FUCKING HARD! So hard it hurt, in fact. But the pain only sent me a step further in my ecstasy. I responded by pinching her as hard as she pinched me.

Screaming, her nails digging deep into my flesh, Linda came hard again. She was moving hard and fast on my prick by this time. I could feel my balls filling, as I twisted her nipples. Linda dragged her nails down my chest, as she rocked on me, obviously sensing my own explosion nearing.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum with me this time,” she panted, her hips circling and slapping up and down on my cunt slicked cock. With a loud grunt, I released it all into her. A raging torment of my semen shot into my stepmother. It pumped and pumped in her, as she called out my name and came once more.

Linda milked me of all I had, and collapsed on my chest. My arms wrapped around her. I could feel her lips on my shoulders. We were covered with sweat, Her breast slid in our mixed perspiration over my chest.

Finally, upon catching our breath, she pressed herself up and looked down into my eyes. Her eyes still looking into mine, she kissed me softly. Then, sitting up, smiling down to me, she whispered, “We must do this again, honey-very, very soon. Of course, being the smart boy you are, I needn’t tell you that your father must never know.”

I smiled self-consciously up to her and nodded. With a grin, she once more lowered her lips to mine and slipped off of me.

Linda gathered her clothes from the floor, as she bent over, I could see that her panties were completely drenched from our tryst. In fact, the tops of her stocking were none too dry either. Smiling back at me as she headed for my door, she said, “If you don’t mind, honey, I am going to borrow your shower. You have made a mess of me.”

She left and I heard the shower. Before she closed the door to the bath, she leaned out and called to me, “I could use some company, Barry.”

Realizing I needed a shower, I quickly joined her. Closing the door behind me, I knew that my life would be forever changed.

The power of a Siren wasn’t exactly mystical, nor was it completely innate. Sirens were born with some ability, but much of it was learned with time and practice. Put most simply, it was an ability to draw out emotions. Just as a sad song sung by a skilled singer can bring a tear to the eye, the voice of a Siren could find the tiniest bit of emotion and increase it hundredfold, until the listener was overcome by the sheer intensity of it. There had to be a bit of emotion there to begin with, however. If ever there existed a man who truly had no emotions - not just one who was skilled at hiding them - then the Siren’s powers would be ineffectual.

The song of a Siren could take the tiniest bit of curiosity from sailors on a passing ship and multiply it so that the sailors could think of nothing but reaching the source of the voice. The song of a Siren could find the smallest speck of fear - for who but fools are not afraid of something - and enlarge it so that the listener is overcome by it, unable to move, barely able to breathe. The song of a Siren could take a fleeting desire to end it all, and cause the victim to hurl themselves off of a cliff.

Lisanne wasn’t about to reveal the full extent of her powers, but she had to do a few things to put her plan into fruition. The first time they took her in to meet the “sultan” she managed to deliver a few very quiet carefully-toned remarks that were perfectly normal greetings in word but caused the fat, balding man to drop to his knees in tears and beg her forgiveness for doing this horrible thing to her.

Word had gotten out all over the city of how their ruler had disgraced himself. Lisanne also made sure word got out through her handmaids that she was just staying in the palace for a couple of days to take advantage of the wonderful perfumed mineral baths. She really did want to take advantage of the spa treatments they were giving her (if she was going, to be dragged all that way, she may as well get something out of it) and her escape would be both easier for her and more defacing for Malivar if she laid low for a bit and gave them a false sense of security. She hoped the gossip would find its way to Alex and Daina and they would not worry about her.

“My Lady. The Sultan wishes to see you tonight. He has ordered that you be made ready for him.”

“Very well. He shall get his wish.” Her words and her smile were completely innocent. Her tone, to the women present, actually sounded somewhat apprehensive, but the eunuch backed out of the room uneasily and hurried away. She had been using that same tone with the eunuchs each time she spoke with them. She wanted to make them afraid, but not too afraid to function for now.

Kali had arrived at the city below the palace and so had the man who was shadowing her. Though he hadn’t been able to follow her over the land, a few greased pockets gave him the destination of three women who had left the inn, and he managed to arrive a few hours before the carriage. His ship wasn’t called the Silverwind for nothing.

He watched as the three companions made their way through the city, quietly gathering information. It wasn’t difficult. Everyone enjoyed talking about the wannabe “sultan’s” possible coming humiliation. He froze when a woman in leather approached them on the street and started talking. He wasn’t supposed to make himself known unless absolutely necessary, but he couldn’t hear a word of what she was saying.

“You three are Sirens right?” said the approaching woman.

Kali and her companions froze and involuntarily stepped closer to each other, all thinking the same thing. Their powers wouldn’t work on women. And this one was pretty tough looking, hair cropped short, in an all leather outfit that clung to her lean, fit body and testified just how strong she likely was. What would they do if she turned out to be a threat?

“I thought you might be because you dress just like Lisanne. Have you come here to rescue her?”

The look on the strange woman’s face was definitely hopeful, so Kali ventured to speak. “Why do you ask?”

“If so, I want to help. She is my friend, or at least, she became my friend on the voyage and she’s taking way too long to break free.”

“You’re from the ship?” Mara. Kali grabbed the arms of the two women on either side of her and fled back the opposite direction.

Daina tried to follow, but was stopped by a large male hand. She glared up at it’s owner. “And who the fuck are you?”

“Someone who needs to have a long talk with Alexandria. Do you know why she is taking low assignments like this last one?” He had heard enough of the conversation to gather that this woman was a crew member of the Mermaid’s Revenge.

“You’ll have to talk to her about that,” said the woman, who then brushed past them in pursuit of the Sirens. He let her go. Though the current incident placed some doubt on the character of Captain Alexandria of the Mermaid’s Revenge, he was sure no crew member of hers would attempt to harm the three. In fact, they’d probably be just as safe with her tagging along as with him trailing him. Maybe he’d go catch a bite to eat. He would need it. He had a strong feeling the four of them were going to come up with some plan to break into the palace and rescue that Siren tonight, whatever her name was.

The Siren named Lisanne was at that moment, getting elaborate preparations for her audience with the “sultan” that evening. Most of it was pretty innocuous, the tints they applied to her eyes, lips, and cheeks, the jewelry with which they adorned her neck and arms, but some of it was annoying or just plain embarrassing. They nearly pulled out the hair on her head to put it in some kind of silly complicated style, and did remove the hair in other places, using a sharp shell to shave it right off. The gown they had made for her, though very similar in design to the silk ones she wore back home, was made of a fabric, that besides the gold embroidery, was completely see through. She endured it for now. All this finery would make her victory more pronounced.

The preparations were complete, and she stood before a full length mirror to view the effect. Her hair was done up and crusted with jewels. Her eye lids were covered with a sparkling pistachio colored powder that brought out the sea green color of her eyes. Her full lips were shining with an odd sort of lotion made with some pink sparkling powder. The gown was jade green, with trailing golden vines embroidered all over, designed to bare her shoulders and most of her arms, which had been rubbed with another lotion containing sparkling gold powder. Her full breasts and rosy pink nipples could just barely be seen beneath the fabric, but her nether regions were obscured by a wide golden belt worn low on the hips. Her legs were long and shapely, with gold bracelets around her ankles and rings on some of her toes. It was perfect.

“My Lady. The Sultan summons you.”

She followed without a comment, but she couldn’t keep the wicked smile from spreading across her face as the guard led her out of the harem to the sultan’s chambers.

Over the wall and down the hill, 4 companions and one shadower were hurrying toward the palace. Daina had managed to explain to the Sirens what had happened with Mara and they trusted her, for now. Time would tell, especially if this strange leather clad woman did indeed help them rescue Lisanne.

They were within sight of the wall when an eerie sound reached their ears. They all paused, and even Daina was somewhat affected, she felt a controllable but definitely present urge to just stand in one spot and not move till the song stopped. The three Sirens listened almost respectfully. They could hear it best, fully appreciate the nuances in the tones of the melody, and recognize which emotions the singer was expounding upon. She was talented, no doubt. The three were certain, as the volume of the song grew, that the entire city would be able to hear and be affected by the song of this Siren.

Jenna’s heart was beating wildly as she looked through the microscope. The magnified cells collided madly into each other on the glass slide. Her breath quickened as she realised the significance of what she was looking at. Jenna removed the slide and inserted another from her samples. The results were similar.

“Oh God! Oh wow!” Jenna mumbled softly to herself. “I’ve isolated it. Now I only have to test it.”

Dr Jenna Sinclair had spent the last 3 years of her life working on this project and now she was finally close to fruition. At 30 years of age, she was one of the younger scientists working here and definitely the youngest with a Doctorate. Jenna had always been fascinated with Biology and it had seemed like the logical choice to major in it at university.

She excelled at the University of London and even before graduation she was offered a place at Cambridge to do her Masters and then her Doctorate. Almost as soon as she finished her Thesis, at age 28, she had been offered a position as a research fellow in the prestigious SimBioTech Corp in America. Her work focused on physiology, in particular the different enzymes in blood and the differences or similarities between different animals and humans.

It was during the course of this study that she had stumbled onto something. Something that she had worked on in her own time and that had taken up a large chunk of her life. She had kept it a secret from the other researchers. It was mainly due to this secrecy that she was forced to work long hours, to ensure she was alone and away from prying eyes.

Jenna labelled the test tubes and placed them inside her own secure receptacle. Each scientist had their own secure storage area to prevent contamination of their work as well as to ensure a certain amount of propriety. Although each scientist would be credited for their own work, it was a condition of their contract that ultimately SimBioTech would maintain first rights to any new discovery or enhancement.

She took a deep breath as she placed a syringe into one of the test tubes and withdrew 5ml of liquid. She capped the syringe and unscrewed the needle before screwing a sealing cap back on to the syringe. She then slipped it into her coat pocket. Jenna sealed her receptacle and then picking up her briefcase, walked briskly out of the lab. Her heart beat a little faster as she hoped the security sensors wouldn’t pick up the syringe in her pocket. She calmed down a little as she remembered she had removed the metal needle so there was no way the sensors would pick up on plastic.

The only risk was the chance of a full body search and no researcher had suffered the ignominy of that had in the two years she had worked at SimBioTech. Her breath and hearbeat finally returned to normal as she walked out of the sliding doors of the facility and into her car. She noticed she was sweating slightly and Jenna turned up the air-conditioning as she drove home.

Jenna’s mind was working overtime as she drove, thinking about the possibilities she may have unlocked. Yet the biggest question was how the enzymes would work on a human. It may have no effect. Worse still, it could have disastrous effects. That was why she had decided that she would have to be the test subject. She would test out her discovery on herself and she would bear whatever consequences it brought. Good or bad.

Her thoughts took a breather as she turned into her house. Quickly she made her way upstairs and removed the syringe from her pocket. She stared at it and felt her heart beat quicken again. Carefully she placed the syringe on the table before throwing off her clothes and heading into the shower.

She felt her tight and tired muscles relax as the warm needles of water pounded her. She luxuriated in the warmth of the water as she soaped herself, feeling the grime and dirt of the day wash off her. Jenna squatted down and relaxed her bladder, feeling the wave of release as her urine sprayed out. She watched the dark yellow liquid flow along the floor and wrinkled her nose as the strong smell of her urine wafted up. The colour and smell was an obvious sign that she hadn’t been drinking enough water. She made a mental note to consume more water as she soaped her vaginal lips, washing away her urine and collected secretions from the day.

Towelling herself dry, she stood in front of the mirror. “Dr. Sinclair. Dr. Jenna Sinclair.” She said softly to herself as she looked at her reflection. “Too brainy for the hunks and too sexy for the geeks.” That had been the story of her life. At 5′7″ and 120 lbs, Jenna cut a very attractive figure. She had been a gymnast at school and she still worked out regularly. She smiled as she remembered how, when she was in her prime, she could put her ankles behind her ears. Pity she was still a virgin then and didn’t use it to her benefit. Jenna was still pretty lithe and flexible and she was sure if she tried, she could do it again. There just hadn’t been a reason of late to have her legs in such a splayed position.

Her body was well proportioned, not like the gymnasts of today that had muscular upper bodies. Her breasts were firm and round and she was proud of her 34C bust. Her hips had just the right amount of flare to them and her butt was nice and tight. Jenna turned this way and that as she admired herself. She noticed how pale her skin had become with all the indoor work and made another mental note to spend more time out in the sun.

She cast her eyes down to the table where the syringe was and she took a few deep breaths. Her breasts rose in time with her breaths and she sat down slowly. Jenna pulled her shoulder length, black hair away from her face and tied it into a pony tail. She sighed as she thought of the gravity of what she was going to do. The fine hairs on her hands were bristling with nervousness as she picked up a cotton swab and cleaned the reverse side of her elbow with alcohol. She deftly picked up the syringe and popped the cover, screwing on a new needle on to it.

Jenna looked at herself again in the mirror. “This is it Jen.” She said softly as she pushed the needle carefully into her arm and plunged the syringe, filling her vein with the enzymes. Her arm felt warm as the enzymes flowed through it but that was only to be expected. She withdrew the syringe and discarded it carefully, flexing her left arm as she did so.

“No turning back now.” She said to herself again. “Its been done.”

Jenna slept soundly that night. So soundly that she woke up half an hour late. “Damn!” she grumbled as she looked at the clock. After a quick wash up, she pulled on a fresh pair of cotton panties and a lacy white bra. Her firm, ample tits allowed her to wear those thin lacy bras she was so fond off. They enveloped her breasts snugly and provided just enough support and modesty yet allowed them to jiggle as she walked.

She threw on a beige blouse over her black skirt and wrapped a brown sweater around her shoulders. Fortunately she wasn’t one for too much makeup and in fact didn’t really need it at all. She only really put on makeup when she was going out with the result that she looked like a Goddess. A simple touch of lipstick, like she swirled on this morning, was enough to bring out her gorgeous features. She pulled her hair back together and tied it up into a pony tail with a scrunchie and she was ready to go.

Jenna jumped into her car and sped off, hoping she wouldn’t make it too late to work. Fortunately traffic was light and she pulled into her parking lot only about 5 minutes late. She smiled and waved at Stuart, who had himself just gotten out of his car, as she turned the ignition off. Stuart made his way around to the Jenna’s side of the car, standing a little away from the door.

“Morning Jenn.” He smiled warmly as his eyes darted to Jenna’s legs, swinging out of the car. “Hey.” Smiled Jenna as she swung her knees out of the car, keeping them pressed firmly together. She was well aware where Stuart’s eyes were focused and she wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of looking at her knickers. “Looks like we’re both running a little late today.”

“Yeah, well fortunately the lab isn’t too fussy about time.” Stuart replied, finally looking up at her face. “Busy day today?”

“Depends what the bosses have for us.” Jenna responded. She wasn’t taking any chances of her secret research getting out so she would have to play dumb, as if she wasn’t working on anything special or different. “Anyway, I have to run. I’m already late for a meeting.”

In actual fact, there was no meeting. She just wanted to get into the safe confines of her lab and run some more tests. She turned to look at Stuart again as she walked away from him. She caught him staring at her shapely, swinging ass as she walked. Poor guy, she thought to herself as she made a mental note to be nicer to him. She liked Stuart and would have spent more time with him if not for all the time she spent on her research.

Stuart was one of the nicer scientists in SimBioTech. He hadn’t been accorded the title of researcher yet but in all essence, did practically the same amount of work as all the other researchers. He always had a smile on his face and Jenna had to admit that his face was pretty nice too. In fact, Stuart had a nice physique too. Just under 6 feet tall, he was blessed with jet black hair, broad shoulders and twinkling brown eyes. He also had a butt that he joked ‘most women would die for.’ Jenn had never worked out if he meant that his butt was so nice that women wished they had one like his or if he was making reference to his sexual prowess.

She smiled at this thought as she reached her private lab. She entered and locked the door behind her. She set up her microscope and drew some blood from her arm. Her heart started to quicken as she analysed her own blood. There was no mistaking it. The enzymes had combined with her own blood. She tested her temperature. It was normal. Her blood pressure was also normal. So far all her vital signs were normal. Jenna jotted down the measurements in her notebook along with sketches of the patterns reflecting from the microscope.

She continued to note down the measurements for the next five days. There were still no other signs of whether the experiment was working or not.

Six days after injecting herself with the enzymes, Jenna awoke feeling thirsty. Her mouth and throat felt dry the same way it did after a night of heavy drinking. She gulped down two glasses of water before she felt herself quenched. “Hmm.no alcohol and yet I feel dehydrated” she thought to herself as she searched for a pen and paper to record this effect. Her body felt warm and flushed as well and Jenna slipped a thermometer into her mouth. Her temperature was normal but she still felt flush. Two side effects seemed to be happening. “Maybe I just need a shower.” She thought to herself.

Jenna slid into the bathroom and pulled of her clothes. As she peeled her panties off, she noticed that the gusset of her panties were clotted with her secretions. She inspected herself, pulling aside the hairs of her pussy to find her vulva red and swollen. Side effect number three! Or was it three AND four? She decided to note it down together as “a large amount of vaginal secretions coupled with redness and swelling of the vulva.”

It was at the exact moment that she wrote this finding down that she felt her pussy muscles spasm slightly, sending a quiver of excitement shooting through her. Her nipples grew stiff and hard, more stimulated than she had ever known them to be. Jenna noted down this reaction as effect four.

“Dehydration, feeling warm and flush, a wet and swollen pussy and now erect and nipples” she said quietly, reading back her notes. She softly brushed her erect nipples and noted they were extremely sensitive. Jenna turned on the shower and luxuriated in the hot spray. She soaped herself vigorously, paying special attention to the thick bush of hair covering her pussy. The hairs were matted with her secretions and she soaped her mound thoroughly.

She let out a soft moan as her fingers brushed against her clitoris. Like her nipples, it was hard and engorged. She teased her clit lightly before allowing her fingers to dip into her slit. It was hot and wet. Jenna bit her lower lip as she moved her fingers inside of her, thrusting her hips back and forth as she fucked her fingers.

“God! I’m so horny!” she moaned as her fingers danced wildly within her. She turned to face the jet of water, thrusting her hips our so that the jet of water pounded on her clit.

“Aahh.oh yess.ohhh.” she cried out. She had three fingers inside of her now, digging deeper into her seething hole. The warm jet of water on her clit was sending shudders through her body. She was moaning loudly now as her other hand moved up to clutch her breasts. Her body suddenly tensed and she let out a scream of pleasure as a hot wave of release engulfed her body.

“Yeeeaaggh.ohhhhh.oh yessss.yesss.oh awwww!” Jenna closed her eyes as her body quivered and shook with orgasm. She pulled out her fingers and noticed they were caked in thick white goo. The smell of her sexual arousal was thick in the air, even with the shower still running. With a weak smile on her face, Jenna finished washing up and towelled herself dry.

As she opened her drawer to get her undergarments, she realised she was still horny. Not only was she horny but she was also feeling extremely sexy about herself. She chose to dress to fit her mood, taking out a seldom used frilly lace white panty. She picked out a lacy sheer white bra and put that on, noticing that her nipples were still erect and poked out hard at the bra cups. Jenna then picked a short, flared black skirt and a thin white blouse. The lace of her bra showed through the white blouse and her erect nipples made dents in the blouse. This was definitely out of character with Jenna but she was feeling so sexy, she didn’t care what the others at the lab may think of her.

She decided to brush her hair out today rather than tying it up in a pony tail like she normally did. She put on a little lipstick as usual and admired herself in the mirror. Just letting her hair out changed her look considerably. “Won’t they be surprised at the lab.” She sniggered to herself.

As she drove to work, her whole body seemed to be on fire. Her extra sensitive nipples seemed to brush against her bra with every movement and her pussy felt like it was releasing liquid lava. The lacy material of her sexy panties didn’t help with its lack of absorbency and she could feel her juices coating her thighs.

As she pulled into the parking lot, she noticed that Stuart had just arrived as well. “I wonder if he times his arrival to match mine.” She thought to herself, then dismissed it as she realised there were many times that she had reached work when Stuart was no where to be seen. She saw Stuart walking up to the car door and she smiled wickedly to herself as she flung the car door open. She placed one leg outside, allowing her skirt to ride up while she pretended to be looking for something. Her legs were splayed wide open and she knew Stuart would be getting a good look at her sexy panties. She held her legs open just long enough to appear that she was doing it unconsciously before she slid the other leg out daintily.

Jenna looked up at Stuart and smiled sweetly. “Morning Stu.”

“Uh.yea. Hi. Morning!” Stu replied, trying to avert his gaze. Jenna glanced quickly at the crotch of his pants and noticed it was tented up slightly. “Mmm.so I gave him a hard-on” she laughed quietly to herself.

“You look different” Stuart said, rather lamely.

“It’s my hair.” She replied, teasing her long locks. “I let it down. You like it?”

“Uh Yeah. You look good” Stuart replied, fumbling his words as he stared in awe at the new Jenna. ‘But it’s not just your hair, there’s something different about you.”

“Really now.” Jenna giggled. “Maybe we can discuss it further sometime. I’ll give you a call.” She didn’t even wait for a response but just sashayed off to her office, leaving Stuart staring at her wiggling hips.

She walked confidently to her office, noticing the appreciative looks she got from her male co-workers and some bitchy looks from some of the women. Once in her office, she checked her temperature and blood pressure readings. They were both normal. She took out her notebook and jotted in another entry “Rise in confidence.” That made 5 effects.

She was still feeling all the other effects, especially the hot flushes. Jenna locked her door and pulled her skirt up. She felt her panties they were soaking! She pulled down her panties slightly to inspect her pussy. It was even more red and swollen than this morning. She made more notes and compared her notes to her research. The effects were in tandem with what was expected, especially the vaginal secretions and swelling. And she was getting more and more horny by the second. The mornings release had hardly satiated her and on the contrary had only managed to stoke the fires.

Jenna decided to focus on her work. She was a little behind on her actual work assignments having gotten carried away with her own private research. She unlocked her office door and sat down to finish off two reports. The work helped to keep her mind away from her body’s lustful cries but the heat emanating from her loins kept sexual thoughts perpetually playing in the back of her mind.

Just as she was getting finished off one report and was about to check on her bodily readings, Jake Watson walked in. Jake was the Chief Executive Officer of SimBioTech. A chemist by training, he had devoted many years of his life to research in Universities and had finally moved into the more lucrative area of private funded research. At 56, he was extremely distinguished looking and still had a trim figure.

“Hows it coming along Jen?” he asked “Pretty good Jake.” Jenna replied, “almost finished off the Digestive Probiotics research.” “You look kind off flushed.” Jake said with concern. “Are you alright?” “Y-Yes.” Jenna responded, a little too quickly she realised. “Everything’s fine.”

Jenna realised that each time she looked at Jake, her breasts started to tingle. Suddenly her back seemed to arch and her hips jerked outwards. Jenna made a conscious effort to control her spasms. Then it happened again, as if she was thrusting her hips in a dance.

Jake was explaining something to Jenna but her mind was too focused on controlling her spasming legs. She realised that each time she looked at Jake, one of her legs spasmed. To make it worse, the tingles had spread from her breasts to her pussy. She also noticed that her sense of smell seemed to have become extremely acute. Jake’s cologne teased her nostrils and she could even smell his musky sweat. The hot flushes seemed to envelope every inch of her body and all her senses seemed to be heightened.

“You smell good.” She heard herself say. Her back and hips were spasming even more now and she was surprised Jake didn’t seem to notice. She could smell herself too. The whole room seemed to smell of her sexual juices.

“Uh.Thanks, I suppose.” Jake said, confused at this sudden compliment from Jenna. “Is something wrong Jenna?”

“N-no. I mean. No” Jenna muttered. Her mind had become cloudy, filled with a desire that she could no longer control. Her body was craving fulfilment although her mind was telling her that she couldn’t do anything. Not here. Not with Jake.

“Jenna?” Jake had come forward and had placed his hands on Jenna’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Your hips seem to be twitching. Is everything okay?”

“Uh. yes. I mean no. Oh God you wouldn’t understand.” Jenna cried, trying desperately to control her feelings. Her body was slowly taking control over her mind.

“Tell me. Maybe I can help” Jake said, still confused. Jenna buried her head in Jake’s shoulder, her arms clutching his tightly.

“This stays between us.” Jenna hissed. Her body had taken over now. She needed it and she needed it now. She needed to be fucked.

“Yes, of course” Jake replied. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Fuck me. Fuck me now. Don’t ask questions, just fuck me!” Jenna pleaded. At the back of her mind she knew this was wrong and that she shouldn’t be doing this. Not here and most certainly not with Jake but she couldn’t help it.

Jake was not one to ask questions when given the opportunity like this. He had spent many days secretly checking Jenna out and fantasising about her. Yet, he would never make a pass at her or do anything to jeopardise their relationship. But her asking him to fuck her, in fact almost pleading to be fucked was a different thing altogether!

He unzipped his pants slowly as Jenna cleared the table with one sweep. She unbuttoned her blouse and lay on the table. Jake took in a deep breath as he saw how erect and long her nipples were. Raising her hips, she pulled her skirt and panties down in one smooth move. Jake had removed his pants now and his cock was stiff at attention. He leant over to lift her legs and Jenna helped by spreading them. He looked at her red swollen pussy and let out a low grown.

“My God! Look at how swollen you are!” Jake cried out. “and your soaking.!”

“Just fuck me Jake. Please! I need it.” Jenna pleaded.

Jake slid his cock slowly into her hot seething pussy. He had never felt anything so tight before! Although she was so well lubricated, her pussy was tight and hot. A hot, wet, tight cunt! Jenna hissed as she felt his cock spear its way slowly into her. She could feel every inch of his cock separating her swollen pussy walls. It was pure pleasure as she felt his hairy balls finally smack against her vulva.

“Fuck me Jake. Fuck me hard.” Jenna moaned. “Don’t be gentle with me. Just fuck me!”

Jake needed no further prompting. He grabbed her shoulders as Jenna wrapped her legs around his ass. He started thrusting deep and hard into her, knocking the breath out of her with each thrust. Jenna moved her hands upward to remove Jakes hands from her shoulders. She placed them on her breasts, urging him to squeeze them as he fucked her.

His hands covered her breasts and he squeezed them. He pinched her nipples hard, eliciting a sharp cry from her. He grabbed her breasts and used them as leverage as he sawed in and out of her pussy.

Jenna’s mouth was wide open in an ‘O’ as Jake hammered hard into her. She drummed her heels into his ass, urging him deeper and deeper into her.

“Aaooooohhh.yesss.yessss.fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” She cried out. All sensation was focused in her battered cunt and her whole body felt like it was nothing but a big, pussy with a thick cock satisfying it.

“Cummm.gonna cummm.cum with me.please.cummm!” Jenna mewled, almost incoherently.

Jake could feel the spunk building up in his balls and he thrust harder into the beautiful girl lying like a whore under him.

“Unnh.gonna cummm” Jake cried out.

“Fill me! Fuck me and full me with your cum” Jenna wailed. “Fill me like the bitch I am!”

Her gutter mouth was all it took to drive Jake over the edge. He slammed into her and his cock throbbed and spasmed as he shot his load into her.

“Oooohhhh Yeaaaahhh.yessss.” Jenna cried out as her own body spasmed and shuddered with ecstasy. She felt her pussy clamp down on Jakes cock, milking every last drop into her boiling pussy. Her pussy seemed to clamp and spasm many times, leading her to another mini orgasm.

Jake stayed deep within her until her pussy stopped clenching and he slowly withdrew his cock. He looked down at her pussy hair all matted with both their juices.

“That was so hot Babe!” Jake enthused.

Jenna smiled weakly up at Jake. “Thank you. You don’t know how much I needed that.” One hand moved automatically to cover her leaking pussy while she draped her arm ove her breasts. The attempt at modesty didn’t go unnoticed and Jake averted his eyes as he pulled on his pants. As is often the case after hot, unplanned sex, reality set in and Jake started to wonder what had really caused this sudden sexual wantonness from Jenna.

“Um.Jenn? What exactly just happened?” Jake asked tentatively. “W-Why did you need it so bad?”

“Shhh!” Jenna replied. “Please. No questions and please keep this between ourselves. Someday I hope to be able to explain all this. For now, please just consider it a favour among friends. Okay?”

“Um, yeah. Okay.” Jake responded. ” I suppose it’s the least I can do. Um.call me again if you need help.” He continued lamely, trying to make a feeble joke. “Anyway, I suppose I should get going.”

Jake paused at the door to turn back and feast his eyes once again on the nubile figure lying on the table. Jenna didn’t respond as she watched her boss walking out of the lab. She pictured what a sight she must make, lying with nothing but her blouse hanging open off her, with her cunt dripping cum. She reached backwards for some cotton swabs and cleaned herself up before swinging off the table and heading into the toilet. She was thankful that each lab had a private toilet and she was able to fully clean herself up without leaving the confines of her lab.

After cleaning herself up she made more notes, adding in her heightened smell and spasming back and hips. That made seven side effects. And of course her increased sex drive but that was the main purpose of the experiment!

Jenna consulted her research again, poring over her notes. She finally found it. Her spasms of the back and hips were a signal trait known as the Lordosis Behaviour. It caused the spine to arch downwards, making the genitalia elevated and more easily accessible. Obviously the experiment was working. She was displaying all the traits of estrus.

She recalled the careful study that she had done. How she had carefully extracted the blood of cats and dogs and then spun them in a centrifuge. This had enabled her to isolate and then combine the enzymes that she required. After controlled tests with lab rats and special computerised simulations she had injected herself with it. And now the results were proving spectacular.

She was a bitch in heat!

She made a mental note to fuck on her fours the next time, since she was displaying acute signs of Lordosis. She imagined herself on her fours, her hips pressing themselves downwards involuntarily, awaiting a cock to take her from behind.

Jenna felt a gnawing in her stomach as she thought about getting fucked again. She had really enjoyed the fuck with Jake. The enzymes had altered her physiology to make it the most sensational fuck she had ever received. Even though she was still feeling horny, she knew she had to see how much she could control herself. Perhaps she had injected herself with too strong a dose. Briefly she considered taking the antidote. But if she did, she would never know how far she would go and how to perfect her experiment into a drug. A drug that would make her millions!

She had only one concern. Estrus, or the condition of a bitch in heat, lasted anything from 4 days up to 15 days! If she was so horny on the first day of the Estrus Cycle, could she last for 4 days? And what if it went up to 15 days? She knew however that she had to see the experiment through. She was a bitch in heat and she would stay in heat for as long as she could!

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. She kept herself busy with her work research as well as doing more research into Estrus and documenting her own reactions to the experiment. Experiencing estrus was by far more meaningful and produced far more substantial data than anything she had read. Sexual urges wracked her body every time she took a break from her work and so she concentrated hard on her work and on controlling herself. Soon it was time to go home and with a sense of relief, Jenna locked up for the day.

She had a quick dinner outside and then proceeded home. On reaching home, she prepared herself for her shower and performed her self examination again. Her panties were wet with her juices and her thighs were crusty where her secretions had dried up. There was thick globs in her panties that she figured were a mix of her juices and Jake’s semen. Her vulva was still red and swollen. Jenna briefly considered shaving her pubic hairs but decided she had better not add any extra factors of stimulus to the experiment.

Jenna showered and washed herself thoroughly. She put on a fresh, clean pair of panties and continued with more documentation if the days events. Tired out and trying to fight the urge to play with herself, Jenna fell asleep.

Jenna awoke just before her alarm sounded. Her hands were between her legs and her panties were soaked through. Jenna recalled vividly the dreams of the previous night. It had been one long fuck fest with different partners. Partners who didn’t seem to have faces but she could remember their cocks piercing into her. It was like one long porno movie in which she was the main actress. No wonder her panties were so thoroughly soaked.

“Day two” she mumbled to herself. “It hasn’t even started yet and I’m already so fucking horny.”

She showered and dressed herself, again picking out sexy clothes to suit her mood. She went with black lace panties, a tight red knee length skirt and a form fitting brown blouse. She decided she wasn’t going to wear a bra today just because she felt like it. She wore her hair brushed out again and drove to office.

She was early today and there was no one in the car park when she got in. She noticed her sense of smell had increased further and she could pick up smells from almost 50 meters away. She also noticed that she could distinguish smells a lot better. In fact for the better part of the morning, she noted down who was going past her door purely by their smells. She smiled to herself as she picked up Susan’s scent mixed with the distinc odour of semen and pussy juice. Susan had been fucked in the morning before coming to work!

Jenna managed to keep her raging lust in check, primarily because she stayed in her office the whole day, away from the male species. She realised that the male scent drove her crazy, especially in close range. Even behind the closed doors, she could smell the men when they walked past and her body would start to ache with lust. Her pussy would secrete even more juices and her nipples would ache. She noted all this down of course in her little note book.

By the time the clock signalled the end of her working day, she was a soaking mess. Still she prided herself in the fact that she had managed to maintain control and had not just given in to her lustful feelings. One thing she did notice though was that the more she deprived herself of succumbing to her lustful needs, the more confident and brazen she became.

As luck would have it, Stuart was leaving at the same time as Jenna. She cursed softly under her breath as she knew she would have to be in close proximity with a man something she had been trying to avoid.

“Hey Jenna!” Stuart called out. “Didn’t see you the whole day.”

“Hi Stu,” Jenna smiled, groaning inwardly as she felt her nipples engorge and her pussy start to drip. She noticed Stuart staring at her chest and she knew that he was looking at her protruding nipples, especially since she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Jenna’s head felt light as she chatted with Stuart. She seemed to be on remote control and was obviously capable of carrying out a sensible conversation, although she really didn’t know what she was saying. Her nostrils were picking up the strong pheromones emanating from Stuart’s body. She could smell his sweat as well which was turning her on so much. And what was that? She could smell the odour of sexual excitement on him. She couldn’t resist it any longer. She had to act on her heat.

“Would you like to come home with me?” She asked out loud suddenly. “Just follow my car.”

Not even waiting for an answer, she jumped into her car and drove, noticing that Stuart had quickly followed behind her. She drove carefully yet quickly back to her place and ran inside, leaving the front door open. She knew she was behaving like a brazen hussy, but she couldn’t help it. She peeled off her clothing, only leaving her panties on and walked back into the living room.

Stuart was standing looking dumbfounded as Jenna knelt before him and undid his trousers. The sweaty, sexual smell of his crotch sent spasms to her pussy as she opened her mouth to take his cock in. Stuart groaned as he watched Jenna swallow his cock. She gave his cock a few good sucks before she pulled off him and sat on the couch, legs splayed.

“Lick me Stu.” She begged. “Lick my pussy.”

Stuart was not going to question his good fortune. Here was gorgeous Jenna, someone he had been trying to date for the last few months, begging him to lick her pussy. He knelt at her feet and peeled off her panties. He was surprised by how red and swollen her vulva was but even more so by how much juice there was dripping out of her. Stu leaned forward and licked along the furrow, from her ass right up to her clitoris. Jenna jerked spasmodically as his tongue ignited more fires inside her.

“Oohh yesss.Oh Godd.lick me. Don’t stop.yessss!” She cried out. Jenna lifted her legs backward, almost in a tuck and offered her pussy up to Stuart. His cock lurched in his pants seeing Jenna in such an obscene position. Her feet were practically behind her ears, offering him unobstructed access to her quim. He licked harder and faster, dipping his tongue deep into her gash. He scooped up her juices with his tongue, enjoying the pungent yet fruity taste of her.

“Mmmpph.mmmpphh.ummmm.yeeeahhh!” Jenna moaned loudly as she lifted her hips to Stuarts sucking mouth. “That’s it! Yes.Yes.suck my cunt.Oh Yessss!”

Her body started to tremor and her screams grew louder as Stuart licked with wild abandon. He face was glistening with a mixture of his saliva and her juices. Jenna suddenly bucked upward and screamed loudly as her body spasmed wildly in orgasm.

“Oooaahhhhh yyyeaaggh.Godddddd” She screamed out loudly, enjoying the wild orgasm tearing through her body. Her thighs continued to shudder and tremble as she released her legs and brought them back to ground. She touched Stuart’s cock which was hard as rock. Jenna stroked it slowly as she turned herself on the couch and raised herself on all fours.

“Now fuck me.” She practically commanded. As she said this, her Lordosis reflex kicked in and automatically her back arched downwards, lifting up her hind quarters and offering her gaping pussy to Stuart. On her fours, her pussy was perfectly aligned with Stuart’s cock. He grabbed her hips and with one lunge forced himself inside of her.

“Unnnhh.Yesss!” she cried out as the hard rod of flesh impaled her. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Stuart ploughed his cock into her throbbing pussy. Each inward stroke caused Jenna to grunt out loud and his cock made slushing noises as he rammed it into her soaking pussy. Stuart’s cock was encased tightly in Jenna’s swollen pussy. She started moving her hips back at him, urging him further into her.

Stuart suddenly stiffened and rammed hard into Jenna.

“Ah.Ahh.gonna cummm! Aaahhh” he moaned.

“Nooo! Noooo.Oh god no.” Jenna wailed as she felt his cum splattering her insides. “Damn you, I haven’t cum yet.”

“I-I’m sorry” Stuart apologised as he felt his cock softening inside her. “You were just so hot, I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”

“I’m so hot Stuart. So horny.” Jenna cried, almost in tears. “Do something, stick your fingers in me, something! I need to cum!”

Stuart looked at Jenna’s body, throbbing and spasming in need. She wasn’t lying and she wasn’t just horny. This was different. She must be on some kind of drug Stuart reasoned. Jenna was mewling incoherently now, filthy words coming out of her mouth. Staurt felt his cock rising again but it still wasn’t hard enough. He looked around the room and found a candle sitting in its stand. He reached over and grabbed the candle and stuffed it into Jenna’s pulsating cunt.

“Ohhhh.yeah.dont even tell me what it is.just fuck me with it!” Jenna squealed.

Stuart fucked her with long, slow strokes of the candle. He noticed that her juices were dribbling down her thighs. His cock stirred more wildly this time. A few more strokes of the candle and he was back to being rock hard. Jenna was moaning and thrusting her hips backward. He timed his withdrawal of the candle and insertion of his cock perfectly.

“Awww.that’s your cock! I can feel the heat. God Stuart, its so hard.!” Jenna squealed in delight.

Her backward thrusts became more intense as Stuart wrapped his arm around her waist. His fingers danced across her clitoris as he sawed his cock in and out of her. Jenna was shaking her head from side to side, crying out in ecstasy as her body responded wildly to the sexual gratification. She raised her head and moaned loudly as her body tensed.

“Yeeaaggh.Cumming.Oh Stuart I’m cumming.aawwwwww!”

Her entire body started to convulse and shake. Stuart stopped fucking her briefly as he felt her pussy clamp on to his cock. Her pussy squeezed and milked his cock and just as it relaxed, he started fucking into her violently again.

“That’s it Stuart! Don’t stop! Whatever you do, don’t stop! Keep fucking me hard! Oh God I’m gonna cum again.!”

Her body shook and convulsed again but this time Stuart didn’t stop fucking her. He ploughed his cock deep and fast into her trembling body. She started to gurgle as wave after wave of a powerful orgasm shook through her. Just as she came down from one orgasm, another one shook her body. She kept on cumming as she finally felt Stuart slam hard into her and his hot semen scalding her pussy walls.

She collapsed hard on the sofa as Stuart lay buried in her. Slowly she felt him pull out of her and she could feel his cum dripping out of her. Her body was still trembling and she buried her face in the sofa, enjoying the afterglow.

“Stay with me tonight Stuart?” She asked softly. “I can’t be alone. Please stay with me.”

Jenna got fucked another 3 times that night. In between their sexual activity, Jenna explained everything to Stuart. She explained that she needed someone to stay with her and keep and eye on her for the next few days until the Estrus wore off. She explained that she didn’t know how far her ‘heat’ would take her but that she wanted to see it through to completion. Part of the deal was that Stuart would get to fuck her while he stayed with her. He had to understand though that she may be getting fucked elsewhere as well. She couldn’t help herself from fucking others not while she was on heat, and not while she wasn’t willing to sacrifice the experiment.

Stuart was supportive. After all, who ever imagined he would even get the chance to fuck her once, let alone on demand?

The next three days went off well for Jenna. Her sense of smell hadn’t increased further and she was coming to terms with her new found lustiness. Knowing she had Stu to take care of her needs kept her in check. She would fuck Stu in the morning before going to work and then at least twice throughout the night. She was amazed that she didn’t feel tired with all the sex. Even more amazing was that she didn’t feel sore either. Her pussy seemed to recover quickly, ready for more.

Stu wasn’t coping too well though. He was getting tired and his cock was sore with all the activity. He was almost reaching the stage where he was finding it hard to accommodate Jenna, but somehow, he still made it.

Day seven of her Estrus cycle came along and Jenna saw no signs of it receding. Stuart was a little tired this morning but she needed some satisfaction so they ended up doing a 69. She managed to cum twice on his mouth and fingers before his cock erupted in her mouth. Being Saturday, Stuart rolled over to have a snooze while Jenna went to wash herself up.

During her regular morning inspection, she was surprised to find her vulva now a fiery red. It was as almost as if it was raw and scalded. She felt no pain however. Her secretions were also much more, practically coating her pussy and thigh. There was a strangely sweet smell emanating from her pussy as well. Her nipples were not just sensitive today, they were practically aching.

Jenna wasn’t sure if her pussy was really emanating the sweet aroma or if it was just her heightened sense of smell that was picking it up. Her heart rate was also higher and the hot flushes seemed to be intensifying. Jenna wanted to ask Stuart if he could get the sweet aroma too but he had already left to go home for the day and wasn’t due back till later at night. Jenna noted everything down in her notebook.

Jenna went outside to take out the garbage and she spied her neighbour sitting in his porch across the street. Mr Johns was a sweet older man, almost touching 60. His wife had passed away a few years ago and he lived with his three sons. The boys all worked in the construction company that their father had set up. Jenna hardly saw the sons as they always worked long hours and when they weren’t working they were out with their friends. It was useful having Mr Johns across the street as he always helped her with minor repairs and fixing appliances. She waved cheerfully at him and he smiled and waved in return. As soon as he acknowledged her, she felt a knot in her stomach and that all familiar feeling. Just as quickly, she realised that she was extremely horny.

She bit her lip and looked down at the ground as she put the garbage in the bin. Still averting her gaze, she ran back into the house. She tried to call Stuart but she couldn’t get him. She was almost feverish with lust now and the thought crossed her mind if Mr Johns might just be able to fix her appliance. Jenna knew she was traversing dangerous territory but she was so horny. She needed to get fucked.

She quickly changed into a short skirt and a tube top. No bra, no panties. She picked up an old toaster that had been damaged previously and she ran out and across the road. Mr Johns was no longer on the patio and Jenna hoped he was inside.

She rapped on the door and waited, her body already craving sex. She heard footsteps and Mr Johns opened the door.

“Well hello Jenna.” he said. “Bright and early this morning huh. What can I do for you?”

“Uh. This toaster.” Jenna mumbled. “Seems to be on the blink. I was wondering if you could look at it?”

“Why sure. Come on in.” Mr Johns said, his eyes growing wide as he noticed her nipples protruding out of her tube top. His cock started to swell in his pants as he led her to the sofa. “Take a seat. Can I get you a drink?”

“N-no. I’m fine thanks.” Jenna mumbled. She parted her legs slightly, trying to give Mr Johns a look at her pussy. If he didn’t take the signal soon, she would just have to tell him the truth. Tell him how she needed to be fucked.

Mr Johns could see right up her skirt to her hairy pussy. He swallowed hard and carefully placed the toaster down. He looked hard at Jenna who looked at him with a glazed look in her eyes. Mr Johns knew that look well. His wife often had that look after he had sucked her and just before she begged him to fuck her. “Stick that hard cock in me lover” she would say to him. His cock throbbed harder as he reached down to grab Jenna’s hand.

“Its not your toaster that needs fixing is it?” He grinned at her, as he pulled her up. “I don’t know why and I’m not gonna ask, but perhaps today is my lucky day.”

Jenna nodded almost in relief. Pulling herself away from Mr Johns, she pulled her tank top over her head in one smooth motion. Her breasts shuddered as her shoulders came back down. “Take me Mr Johns. Do what you want with me.”

“Call me Dave.” He said softly as his hands reached out to cover her breasts. “No need for formalities if were gonna fuck.” He lowered his head to suck her nipples and Jenna’s responsive moan caused his cock to jerk harder in his pants. Dave peeled her skirt off her and pulled her to him. He kissed her softly and she melted into his arms. Her lips parted, kissing him back urgently. His tongue slipped into he mouth and teased her own tongue. They kissed like teenagers and Jenna felt her already wet pussy turn leaking copious amounts of fluid.

She was pleasantly surprised that Mr Johns was kissing her and not just fucking her like the other two men had. She knew she didn’t need the foreplay when she was in such a state of arousal but it was nice. And it was nice of Dave to take the time to seduce her when it was apparent she didn’t need any seduction.

Jenna’s hands moved to unbutton Dave’s shirt and then to pull down his pants, all the while still kissing him. She was mewling softly with his kisses as she pressed her naked form against him, her nipples brushing his hairy chest. She slid down his body, giving it small kisses till she reached his stiff cock. She fisted it in her hands and knelt on her fours. Again the Lodorsis reflex kicked in with her hips arching upward to offer her wet pussy to Mr Johns.

He had never seen anything so erotic or sensual in his life. Normally he had to work hard on a woman to get her so worked up but this beauty was offering herself up to him. He positioned himself behind her and slid his cock into her gaping hole. It was wet and hot and enveloped him nicely. He let out a low groan as he worked himself into her.

“Mmm.that feels so good Mr Jo.uh Dave.” Jenna sighed. “So good.”

Dave moved in and out of her slowly, enjoying the warm wetness. Although she was well lubricated, she still felt tight. He began to thrust into her deeply now, relishing the slapping sound as his groin met hers. He could also hear the soft squishy sounds her pussy was making as he fucked into her. Jenna lowered her elbows to the floor, bending her upper body and her head down to offer her ass even higher to Dave.

“Uhh.yess.Uhh.oh fuck.oh.unnnh.” She groaned softly.

“What’s this?!” The voice that called out interrupted their pleasure. “Looks like Daddy’s getting some nooky.”

Jenna looked up to see Danny, Simon and Andrew all at home for a change standing in front of her. Dave had stopped fucking in and out of her but was still buried deep in her cunt.

“Oaahh.Don’t stop Dave. Please Don’t stop.” Jenna cried out in frustration. Her hands reached upwards, urging the boys closer to her.

“I’m gonna cum.” Dave moaned. “Can I cum in your mouth?”

“Then one of you boys fuck me!” Jenna cried out, almost pleading. It didn’t take the boys half a minute to undress. Dave moved to Jenna’s mouth and she took him in willingly as Danny entered her from behind. She could taste her juices on Dave’s cock and it turned her on even more.

Danny wasn’t as gentle as his father and he fucked her fast and furiously. It was exactly what Jenna needed and she hissed and groaned on Dave’s cock. Dave didn’t last too long and soon spurted his load into her mouth. He didn’t have much cum for an older man but his taste was strong. She swallowed every drop, feeling it hot in her stomach, as Dave’s cock slowly deflated and withdrew from her mouth.

With her mouth free, she was able to concentrate on the feelings in her pussy again.

“God yes! Fuck me .fuck me good.” She screamed. “Fuck me Danny!”

Andrew had moved to her mouth and she licked his cock softly. He urged himself forward trying to force his cock through her mouth but Jenna turned her head.

“No, please. You can fuck me too. All of you can fuck me!” She cried out, not wanting to waste a cock in her mouth.

Danny was dripping with sweat as he finally let out a soft cry and plunged deep into her.

“Oh fuck Jenna. Fuuucck!” Danny cried. His cock swelled and he withdrew it to spew his load all over her back. The hot liquid splashing on her back ignited her own fires and Jenna let out a loud groan as her body throbbed and convulsed.

“Cover me with your cum! Ohhhh I’m cummmminggg”

Her body was still thrashing as she felt another cock enter her. This was thicker than Danny’s but not as long. She looked around to see who it was to find it was Andrew filling her with his cock. Andrew’s cock spread her nicely and she started to cum again after a few strokes.

“OOohhh aaah.yyyeeeaaagghh!” Jenna screamed.” So good.just keep fucking me! Oh yessss!”

She was going wild with sexual delirium. Her entire being was focused on sex and nothing else. Every fibre in her craved with sexuality. Andrew was still fucking her and she still craved more. She turned to Danny.

“Let me suck your cock.” She cried out.

“What about me?” Protested Simon.

“Fuck my ass!” Jenna moaned, completely consumed with lust. “Fuck all my holes! Just fuck me!”

Danny moved forward to her mouth and Jenna sucked and slurped on his semi flaccid cock. She felt Andrew withdraw from her pussy and then position her body so that he entered her pussy from underneath. She felt Simon’s cock pressing against her asshole and she sucked hard on Danny’s cock as she felt Simon press hard against her ass, forcing his cock into her.

Jenna screamed loudly but her scream was muffled by Danny’s cock. Her ass felt like a red hot poker had been jammed into it but surprisingly, the pain receded very quickly. The three brothers worked up a rhythm and her body was buffeted with three cocks working together, filling every fuckable hole in her body.

Her body felt like it was connected to an electrical current. She felt tingles from her ears right to the soles of her feet. She was nothing but a fuck machine and she was loving it. Orgasm after orgasm swept over her and if her mouth wasn’t so crammed of cock, she would have been screaming out her pleasure. Just as she was about to climb the peak of another orgasm, she felt Andrew and Simon tense unleash there torrent of cum into her.

Her body responded with jolts of pleasure and her muscles spasmed and tensed. Danny let out a loud groan as his cock spit viciously into Jenna’s mouth. He mouth was half open in a silent scream and some of his cum dripped out the sides of her mouth. Andrew and Simon slowly pulled out of her with a popping sound and Jenna let her head collapse to the floor.

Her ass and pussy were leaking the juices of two men and her own juices. As if by reflex, she put her hand behind her to scoop out their mixed juices and brought it to her mouth to lick it. Just like a bitch in heat she thought to herself with a half smile.

The four men lay as if in a daze around the room. Jenna felt fulfilled but still there was a yearning in her. She wanted more. She wasn’t completely satiated at all. Far from it, she felt like she needed to fuck all day!

“Do you mind if I spend the weekend?” She asked the dazed foursome quietly. “let me just call Stuart and let him know.”

The weekend went by in a wild orgy. Jenna lost count of the number of times she got fucked and by whom. She only knew that on Sunday evening she had a gang bang session much like the events of the first day. Just like with Stuart, she had briefly explained the changes caused by the experiment to the Johns family. Unlike Stuart, they had no interest at all in the details of the physiology but had all the interest in her hot wanton body. That suited Jenna fine.

She returned to her home late Sunday night and when she awoke on Monday, she noticed that her urges had receded somewhat. She had obviously peeked with Estrus over the weekend and she quickly made notes paying special attention to the length of days that Estrus kicked in and when it peeked.

She lost all signs of Estrus after 12 days but her enhanced sense of smell stayed for 14 days. The hot flushes and secretions stopped almost immediately after 10 days as well as the redness of her vulva. It was almost beautiful to look at once it went back to its pale fleshy skin tone with bits of pink. She smiled to herself as she looked at a picture she had taken of her red fiery vulva. It looked like she had applied lipstick to it.

Once she had returned back to full normalcy, she worked to isolate the enzyme further and reduced the dosage to a manageable level. She did further tests with it on herself as well as giving it to some of the friends for their own usage. She managed to remove all the side effects and adjust the Estrus level combined with an enhancer so that it took effect in 10 minutes and lasted for just a couple of hours. It was a high tech women’s version of Viagra.

She also developed an instant antidote to ensure that the Estrus tablet was not used as a date rape drug as well as in the event that for some reason you wanted to stop the effects. Once she was convinced that everything was in place, she announced to Jake what she had done. She showed him her research and finally explained to him her behaviour that day in the lab. Jake was extremely excited by her results and applied for FDA approval immediately. After a few months of testing, they received FDA approval and the Estrus drug was marketed. Jenna Sinclair made more money that she had ever hoped for.

The icing on the cake came when she was flown to Sweden in early December.

“Presenting the Lecture for The Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for her discovery and isolation of the genetic enzyme that causes Estrus; and for significantly modifying this enzyme to be used safely by human females. I present to you, Dr Jenna Sinclair.”

Jenna rose from her seat. She looked ravishing with full make up on and her hair let down. She was also wearing dangly golden hoop earrings. The only strange this was her outfit. She was wearing a long button down coat dress that looked something like a mix between an overcoat and a trench coat.

She slowly made her way to the podium and addressed the crowd. She began her lecture, explaining how she had isolated the enzyme; the tests she had performed and the modifications she had made. She finished with these words.

“It has been my said that words and diagrams that you see in presentations and lectures do not fully explain anything. There is no better teacher than experience.” She said as she slowly unbuttoned her coat to reveal a sheer golden cocktail dress underneath. The dress was so sheer that you could see her naked form quite clearly underneath it. Her nipples were hard and long and they poked out at her dress. All eyes were riveted on her especially the fiery red lips of her shaven cunt that stood out like a beacon shining through her dress.

“I’m currently in a state of Estrus.” Jenna continued. “This is the original dosage that I used in my experiment. I am a bitch in heat and this is the optimum day of the Estrus cycle. I need to be fucked. Fucked hard and long by everyone and anyone who wants to. Fuck me like the bitch in heat that I am.”

There was a wild commotion as men rushed up on to the stage as she slowly pulled the dress off her and seductively squeezed her breasts.

“Oh.” She cooed into the microphone, “I brought some samples of the tablets for the women that are interested.”

There was another wild commotion.

Tory woke first. He pulled the covers on the bed from Ashley’s body and his so he could climb out. He had a lot to do today and needed to get going. He sat up then flipped over top of her so he could get out. He looked down on her gorgeous naked body as he swung over her. Ashley’s eyes opened. She reached for his cock as it hung and passed over her supple body. She managed to barely grab it but he quickly pulled away causing her hand to slip. She just smiled weakly and rolled back over. He again covered her with the blankets. Reagan slept like an angel through the whole thing.

Tory went to the kitchen in his robe. He made coffee first, then breakfast. He thought about what he needed to accomplish that day. He had a lot to do before meeting Jenna later.

Tory had to get ready for the trip the next day. He needed to pick up the skeleton structure and visit the latex manufacturer. He also had a few more stops before they ended up delivering everything to the robotics company that he had lined up to do the assembly. He had received word that they already had the main processor and that the power plant was on its way.

The sensory net was coming along as were the optics for the eyes and the hearing was done. He had finished all the design work on the throat, digestive tract, and the vagina. Tory had forwarded his plans to the companies involved and the work proceeded. As good as everything was going, he still felt rushed. With the Thanksgiving holiday and vacations this time of year, he worried about being done in time. They were allowing themselves nearly no time for testing before needing to be done.

The last day of school before the Christmas break was also the last day to show your project at the mechanical engineering exhibit to qualify for the contest. After all their work, Reagan and he did not want to miss out on the extra credit. Reagan thought they were a shoe-in for first place if they could finish in time.

When Tory had breakfast ready, he went to wake the women. He had shut the bedroom door to keep from disturb their sleep. He brought two cups of coffee with him as incentives for Reagan and Ashley to get up. When he managed to open the door, still holding the cups, he found the bed empty. It was then he heard the shower running. He had not noticed it before. He opened the bathroom door and set the cups on the vanity.

The shower door was steamed up. The women must have the steam shower working. He dropped his robe and opened the door. He stepped inside and closed the door. When he turned, he was a bit surprised by the sight before him. He had guessed Ashley to be bi-sexual but not Reagan. The sight before him told otherwise. On the small bench lay Ashley. Between her legs knelt Reagan, licking Ashley’s clit. Her back was partly to Tory and she probably did not know he was there but Ashley smiled at him.

Tory walked right up to Ashley. Reagan paused upon seeing him but only for a moment. Ashley knew what he wanted and reached for his cock. A second later the head of it was in her mouth and her tongue started playing across the sensitive underside. Tory watched Reagan as she licked and sucked on Ashley’s clit. Reagan had two fingers already working inside Ashley’s cunt. The sight of Reagan eating Ashley turned Tory on and his dick stiffened quickly in Ashley’s talented mouth.

Ashley groaned around the cock in her mouth as the pleasure Reagan gave her cunt multiplied. Ashley tried to suck Tory off but slowed several times as her body quaked with small mini-orgasms caused by Reagan.

After one such small orgasm by Ashley, Tory pulled his cock away and moved behind Reagan. As she continued to work Ashley’s pussy, Tory knelt behind her and pushed his long cock deep inside her. It slipped in like a knife through butter. Reagan was totally turned on eating Ashley and her pussy was primed for his cock.

Tory grabbed Reagan’s hips and pumped into her pussy in long smooth strokes. He could hear Reagan moaning into Ashley’s cunt and causing Ashley to moan too. Tory sped up and pushed as deep as he could into Reagan on each inward stroke. Tory wanted to last. He did not want to cum right away. He wanted a piece of Ashley’s cunt too and he had to save plenty of energy for Jenna later.

Tory pushed into Reagan and held his cock there. He ground around inside her tight pussy causing Reagan to groan deeply. He kept at it for a while. It felt great but there was not enough friction with his cock to push him over. Reagan on the other hand fought to concentrate on Ashley’s pussy as her pleasure built. Ashley played with her own incredible tits as Reagan brought her closer to another bigger orgasm.

When Tory thought he could pound Reagan good with out cumming, he started stroking her long and hard again. Ashley had reached her peak. She pinched her own nipples hard as she squealed with delight. Her orgasm coursed through her in waves of bliss. Reagan tried to stay with Ashley, licking her clit, but the pounding to her own pussy was driving her nuts. She could not hold out much more.

As Ashley finally relaxed on the seat from her blissful orgasm, Reagan began hers. She howled into Ashley’s cunt as her orgasm tore through her. Tory pushed deep inside her and held there as Reagan clamped her cunt muscles around his invading cock. Even with all the steam and moisture around, Tory could feel the wonderful increased wetness and warmth to his cock as it bathed in Reagan’s juices. She moaned for several moments until the orgasm finally passed.

Tory extracted his cock from Reagan when she stopped cumming. She moaned a mild protest when the long fleshy tube of his cock pulled from her tingling cunt. Tory stood up and moved to Ashley. He feed her his cock again and she took it right into her mouth. Ashley tasted Reagan as she sucked Tory’s cock deep into her mouth. She took him to the back of her mouth and then down her throat. Tory groaned while Ashley deepthroated him.

Tory let Ashley suck his cock for a few minutes but then pulled away. He still wanted inside her sweet pussy. He pulled her into a sitting position on the bench and knelt before her. He lined his cock up with her pink shaved twat and pushed forward. Tory sank inch by inch into her until he buried his cock to the balls inside her. He slowly moved back and forth fucking her moist cunt. He pulled her ass to the edge of the seat and leaned forward to suck on a pink nipple. Ashley cooed as Tory teased her nipple and probed her cunt deeply.

Reagan had recovered from her orgasm with Tory and moved around to palm Ashley’s other tit and pinch the nipple. Her other hand reached behind Tory and rubbed his hanging balls. Both Tory and Ashley gasped and moaned as the many sensations sent waves of passion across their bodies.

Tory increased his fucking of Ashley’s sweet pussy. Reagan’s hand on his balls was driving him nuts as she teased them to release their load into Ashley’s waiting cunt. He started fucking Ashley with abandon seeking both their releases. Reagan had moved her mouth to one of Ashley’s nipples and sucked on it. Ashley couldn’t take much more. Reagan was driving her tits crazy and her pussy hummed from the pleasure Tory’s wonderful cock inflicted upon her.

Within another minute both Tory and Ashley peaked. Reagan’s hand felt Tory’s balls pull up tight to his body. She squeezed them lightly as they let go their load and hosed cum into Ashley’s cunt. The hot cum blasting her insides sent Ashley over the edge and she screamed. The two climaxed together. Tory could feel extra wetness inside Ashley from both their cum. He pumped his cock a few last times until his cock stopped shooting. Ashley gasped a few times even after Tory stopped pumping into her.

The three cleaned up in the shower and exited. Tory was worried his breakfast of fried eggs and toast was getting cold. The women dried and wrapped towels around themselves and their hair. Tory dried and put his robe back on. The women grabbed their coffees and everyone went to eat.

Over breakfast they discussed the project. Tory laid out the timelines and next steps he had put together with Jenna on the pictures and the molds. He hated to do it but he broke the news to Ashley about wanting to use Jenna’s butt.

“What? You’re taking the breasts and now the ass from me? It’s not going to be my body anymore. What’s the use?” Ashley complained.

“It will still be your body. It will still be your pussy and everything else,” Tory said.

“The tits and the ass are the two important parts though,” Ashley said. “I could see losing to Reagan on the tits; hers are exquisite. I can’t argue with you on that, even though I think mine are good too. But Jenna’s butt is not better than mine, just different. Mine sits higher and hers is lower is all,” Ashley tried to argue.

“You have to admit that guys like more of a bubble butt. Yours is very nice. I like it but Jenna’s is what guys go for more,” Tory said.

“Reagan, help me here,” Ashley asked. “Whose is better, mine or Jenna’s?”

“I’m not going to get involved in this,” Reagan smiled.

“Fuck, Tory, this sucks,” Ashley said.

“Look at it this way. You get the legs, very important, the hands and arms, the belly including the navel, the face, the head, the hair, the neck, the back and, the main component of all, the pussy,” Tory said smiling at Ashley.

“You can’t sugar coat this, you bastard,” Ashley said. “You’re taking the main parts from me.”

“Ashley, it’s your face everyone will see on this killer body. Sure you have a wonderful body but this body will be Barbie quality. Don’t you want people to see your beautiful face on the best body possible?” Tory asked seriously.

“Well, sure but.You really think this body will be Barbie quality?” Ashley asked.

“I think. Don’t you, Reagan?” Tory asked.

“Yeah, definitely,” Reagan said.

“Oh, now you have an opinion, Miss Beautiful Tits. Well, Tory, I always wanted to be like Barbie. Especially to have her body,” Ashley stated.

“Now you will,” Tory agreed.

“I don’t have any choice in this, do I?” Ashley mused.

“No, not really,” Tory agreed. “But you’ll see. This robot will be awesome.”

“Okay,” Ashley agreed. They finished breakfast and got dressed. The women needed to go back to their apartments and get freshened up. They still had yesterday’s clothes on. Reagan was going to stay home until two o’clock and then join them. She still had work on the electronics connectors. They needed to be able to wire everything together without hindering movement. Ashley would be available in the afternoon for Tory to pick up Jenna and her for the pictures. Reagan would meet them at the photographer’s. The girls left soon after and Tory settled into doing more work.

Tory left before one o’clock to pick up Jenna first and then Ashley. Jenna had a photographer lined up for the shot and they headed there.

“What kinds of shots are we doing?” Ashley asked.

“Mostly face to start. Then body shots. Did you bring the bikini?” Jenna asked.

“Yes, in here,” Ashley said raising her pocketbook.

“Good. The face and body shots will be done by the main photographer but he has a female assistant for the more intimate shots. He will probably see the pictures anyway but I thought everyone would be more comfortable this way,” Jenna said.

“Good idea,” Tory said.

They stopped at the photographer’s and proceeded in. He was ready for them and they started in immediately. He took facial shots of Ashley from every possible angle and in different lighting. Tory wanted these pictures to make sure the exact look was kept consistent throughout. The real key would be the molds but the pictures were needed for coloring and proportioning.

When Reagan arrived at two o’clock, they were ready to take body shots. The photographer worked on Ashley in her bikini while Reagan and Jenna had their parts taken in another room by the assistant. They finished with a few more intimate shots by the assistant of Ashley’s pussy. The pictures totaled nearly 500 in all and cost Tory 1000.00 with the developing.

When they were done, they stopped for Chinese and headed back to Tory’s apartment. The plan was to eat together and then Jenna and Tory would go take in a movie. Reagan and Ashley would leave for their own apartments and get packed to travel the next morning. The conversation over dinner was all about the project and the trip plans.

“You know, I can see how Reagan’s breasts will fit fine on my chest but not Jenna’s butt on me,” Ashley brought up.

“Not this again, Ashley. I thought we agreed on this?” Tory said.

“We did. I’m just saying, how are you going to fit Jenna’s butt on me?” Ashley said. “I’m shaped differently than her and it might not look right.”

“It will look fine,” Tory said.

“She might be on to something,” Reagan said.

“Reagan, not you too?” Tory asked.

“Well, I’m just saying I think Ashley has a point we need to think about,” Reagan said.

“We’ve already done all the pictures,” Tory said.

“I’m just asking how we are going to make the molds and have it look natural.” Ashley asked.

“We need to check this out,” Reagan said.

“We can let the mold makers shape it,” Tory said. “Besides, how you going to check it out?”

Reagan said, “Ashley, stand up over there. You too, Jenna.”

“Okay, now turn around so Tory and I can see your butts,” Reagan said.

The women did and their butts were quite different. Ashley had a cute little butt that rode high on her legs. It was small but shapely. Jenna’s butt was lower with much more defined cheeks and greater roundness. Jenna did have the nicer ass, so they had made the right decision. However, Ashley and Reagan had a point. How would Jenna’s butt look and fit on Ashley’s frame.

“The clothes are in the way,” Reagan said. “Girls, drop your pants.”

Both women turned to look at Reagan, then Tory, but they obliged. They each had jeans on and dropped them to the floor. Jenna cheeks were so much fuller than Ashley’s tiny butt. Ashley had left her bikini bottoms on from the photo shoot. Jenna had regular cotton panties on.

“Reagan said, “Well, what do you think, Tory? How is it going to work?”

“Well, I’m starting to see your point,” Tory said.

“You’re not backing out on me,” Jenna said. “You promised we would use my ass.”

“Okay, okay, relax,” Tory said.

“Maybe it would help without the panties on to see,” Reagan said.

Both girls looked back quickly again but dropped their panties and bikini bottoms to the floor. Even with their legs together Ashley’s pink labia were clearly visible from behind peaking through the small cheeks of her ass. Jenna’s pussy lips were only barely visible at the very bottom of her ass. Ashley was about an inch taller than Jenna with slightly thinner thighs. They both had very nice shapely legs but Ashley’s were the best.

“What do you think now?” Reagan asked.

“I think we’re going to have to expand Ashley’s hips just a little to make Jenna’s ass fit proportionately,” Tory said.

“I agree,” Reagan said. “You have a camera?”

“Yeah, top drawer of my desk,” Tory said and Reagan went to go get it.

With their backs still to Tory, the two girls occasionally glanced at each other. Reagan returned with the digital camera and snapped off several shots from different angles.

“I think with these the mold makers should be able to make the necessary increases to Ashley’s hips to handle Jenna’s butt.

“You wouldn’t have to do this if you just used my butt,” Ashley said hopefully.

“Ashley! Tory barked.

“Okay, okay, just hoping,” Ashley said laughing.

“Turn around,” Reagan said. “I should take at least one shot from the front too.”

Ashley turned without hesitation but Jenna paused. She seemed a bit uncomfortable with everyone seeing her like this. It wasn’t even so much Tory because he had seen her and fucked her already. It was more two other women checking her out. Jenna did turn though to line up with Ashley facing them. Reagan snapped a couple pictures of their lower torsos like it was natural to take pictures of two women standing side by side with their shaved pussies on display.

“That should do it,” Reagan said.

“We got another problem,” Tory said.

“What?” they all asked together.

“They have two different pussy positions,” Tory said. “Jenna’s is slightly more visible from this side than Ashley’s.”

“I see what you mean,” Reagan said. “If we use Ashley’s pussy with Jenna’s ass then her pussy will sit back more than may look natural,” Reagan said.

“Yeah, we need to adjust that too,” Tory said.

“Oh, my now your changing my pussy too?” Ashley complained.

“No, we’re just going to shift it up a little like Jenna’s is,” Tory said.

“I feel like you are dismantling me piece by piece,” Ashley lamented.

“You’ll look gorgeous when we’re done,” Tory said.

“I’m already gorgeous,” Ashley said with a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, we know,” Reagan remarked.

“Question, ladies,” Tory said. “Do we give our robot pubic hair?”

Jenna and Ashley looked down at themselves and then each other. Reagan glanced between them.

“What do you think, Tory? We’re making this to appeal to your dad,” Reagan added.

“Yeah, I would say no,” Tory said.

“Would look the cleanest,” Ashley said.

“I think no hair would be best,” Jenna said.

“Okay, that’s settled then,” Tory agreed.

“Good, can we get dressed now?” Jenna asked.

“One last thing ladies. Please lay down on the floor facing Reagan and me,” Tory said.

Jenna and Ashley gave Tory a strange look but complied. Tory looked at Reagan as the girls got settled and winked.

“I’m thinking we need to pick a clitoris next,” Tory said, trying not to smile.

“What?” both girls yelled at the same time. “What’s wrong with mine?” Ashley wanted to know.

Reagan also tried hard not to laugh and Tory continued.

“We need to make sure we pick the right size one,” Tory said.

“Mine is fine,” Ashley shot back. “Besides I’m supposed to get the pussy. You can’t go tearing it apart now,” Ashley complained.

“I need to see both of yours,” Tory said.

“She can have the clit,” Jenna said.

“Let’s just look, shall we?” Tory said. “Please spread yourselves.”

Both girls hesitated but then pulled their lips back. Neither was particularly excited so their clits were not very pronounced.

“I think we need help. Reagan go help Ashley expose her clit, will you,” Tory said.

Reagan gave him a dirty look and went to Ashley. Jenna watched in amazement as Reagan wet her fingers and began rubbing around Ashley’s clit coaxing it to protrude. Jenna was so amazed watching the two women that she did not notice Tory sit beside her until his hand touched her thigh.

“What are you doing?” Jenna asked, surprised by what was going on.

“Just relax. I’m going to check yours out too,” Tory said.

“But she can have the clit. I don’t care,” Jenna pleaded.

Jenna watched Reagan spread Ashley’s legs further and start licking her cunt and all around her clit. Jenna had never seen two women making love before.

“Oh, my god,” Jenna said.

She was so fascinated by the sight of the two women she hardly noticed Tory spreading her labia and running his finger along her inner lips. He too leaned in and started teasing Jenna with his tongue.

Reagan moved between Ashley’s legs and started eating her pussy as if she were trying to get Ashley off, not just examine her exposed clit. Jenna was amazed that Ashley didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she lay back and let Reagan eat her pussy like it was no big deal. Tory had moved between her legs and pushed her back too so he could get at her sex more easily. Jenna shuddered as his tongue probed her hole.

After about five minutes, Tory stopped them.

“Okay, let’s inspect them,” Tory stated. “Reagan, show me Ashley’s.”

Reagan pushed back the hood of Ashley’s cunt, exposing her tiny tight knob. It was all wet and pink from Reagan’s tongue. Tory did the same to Jenna. Her knob was slightly larger and deep pink. It was wet with Tory’s saliva.

“I think Jenna’s is slightly bigger,” Tory said. “What do you think, Reagan?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Reagan said, suppressing a giggle.

“No, Tory, you promised I would get the pussy. That means the whole pussy,” Ashley complained.

“I don’t want the clit,” Jenna said again.

Reagan burst out laughing. Tory couldn’t contain himself anymore either and started laughing.

“What?” Jenna said.

“You fucking bastards,” Ashley said.

“What?” Jenna said again.

“They were playing with us, Jenna! Don’t you get it,” Ashley yelled.

“You fucking bastards,” Jenna now said.

Reagan and Tory were laughing harder. Ashley joined them.

“You fucking sons of bitches,” Ashley said laughing. “You had me going.”

“But.but Reagan was eating your pussy?” Jenna said, still not getting the full impact of the joke.

“It’s tasty too. I think I’ll finish what I started,” Reagan said going back to licking Ashley’s exposed clit.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” Ashley said.

Jenna looked at them and then back to Tory. He was removing his clothes. He climbed up on Jenna pushing her back onto the carpet.

“You’re going to fuck me right in front of everyone?” Jenna asked.

“Most definitely,” Tory said smiling as he fitted his cock to her juicy hole.

Jenna lay back and felt Tory’s long cock sink in inch by inch into her cunt. She still looked slightly uncomfortable with the group fuck session. However, Tory’s wonderful cock had her mind switching off concern and more to desire.

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