Saving the Neighbors

We watched Officer White be tortured by Tiny for well over an hour. She knew right where we were as she walked into the entertainment room.

"I was thinking about adding a few rings to his scrotum. Or a new tattoo. But he blurted out permanent chastity. What an idiot. I think he will be my new right-hand slave. Running errands. Doing my bidding. What do you think?" Tiny asked us as we looked at her both stunned and scared.

The girls and I nodded. Not sure if that was the right answer.

We returned to the dining table and read our books. Officer White had dressed in his normal clothes again and was walking down the stairs to leave. Tiny was helping him get dressed.

"Oh. I almost forgot. A few trucks will be unloading at the grocery store. 8 am. It's kind of a secret. Very few know. If you want to get there early. You will get the first choice of a lot of items. Many have not been in stock for several weeks." Officer White stated as Tiny wrapped him up in thick bulky snow clothes.

"Shopping trip?" I asked.

The girls nodded and ran to the garage to find snow clothes. Mandy already had hers ready to go. She had altered a snow mobile jumpsuit. It had been a bit long in the legs and sleeves. But she stitched them and made them short. Soon she had altered several more suits for all the girls. I already had mine, so I was not worried.

Mandy also had 10 large totes ready to go. They were stacked and placed in the bed of the 10-wheeler. I checked to make sure the batteries were charged, and we could leave early in the morning. I grabbed a stack of cash in case the debit/credit cards would not work. Who knew if the stores still had access to the internet? Cash would never need approval.

It was now getting late. Time had flown by again. As usual it seemed while the girls were here keeping me entertained.

As I was returning to the kitchen Mischa, Sasha, and Mary Anne were all grabbing their stomachs and thighs.

"I've gained weight. In just a week? We really need to get back to working out." Mischa stated in her strong accent.

Mandy walked up and slapped their asses with her hands.

"Yep. Lots more jiggle than normal. Pretty soon your asses will look like mine!" Mandy stated laughing and shaking her ass at them.

They all groaned. Their body types were not like Mandy. They were thin, athletic, and a bit on the skinny side. But also, strong.

"Can I hook up those cardio machines. You know. The electric ones?" Mandy asked.

"Oh. Yeah. I had forgotten. I honestly don't know how they work." I advised.

"It's okay. I do. I found their manuals, did some research, and found you have all the plugs needed to synch them to your batteries." Mandy stated confidently.

I nodded my approval and felt an odd sensation in my pants. Tara was dreaming, thinking, or sending me messages. Images of her sucking my cock, Tiny was kissing me, and Mary Anne was rubbing her hands all over my stomach. I looked at Mandy a bit confused or distracted. She saw the glazed look in my eyes but did not say anything.

"I think Tara needs me." I muttered.

I hobbled upstairs and my bedroom door was open. Three small piles of clothing were outside. I entered and closed the door behind me. It locked loudly. I found Tara, Tiny, and Mary Anne lying on my waterbed. Naked and smiling.

"So, it worked. I wondered about the distance. But it seemed you got the message." Tara stated. Smiling and patting the bed next to her.

"Yes. Your message was that we were going to fist Tiny and Mary Anne until they died." I replied.

They looked scared and stared at Tara.

"Don't let him scare you. He knows that is not what I sent." Tara stated smiling back.

"Okay. Okay." I stated as Tara handed me my pill. Just in time too. Because I was starting to grow.

I took the pill and laid down on the bed. True to her message Tara pulled my shorts and boxes off. She started sucking on my dick, Tiny was kissing me, and Mary Anne was sucking, licking, and rubbing my stomach.

I knew I would not last long. I tried to tell Tara, but she knew too. She told Mary Anne to finish me off. Mary Anne switched places and Tara picked up a cell phone to record. I was unsure if Mary Anne knew what was about to happen. My loads were much bigger and stronger than normal men. Maybe Tiny and Tara had planned it.

Just as I was about to orgasm. Tiny held Mary Anne's head down on my cock. I thrusted, I flexed, and I unloaded. Mary Anne's face was bulging, her cheeks swollen, and finally both nostrils spewed my semen. The look on her face made it obvious she did not know or expect this. Tara had a great view and captured it all on video.

Mary Anne pulled her head off my cock as Tiny had removed her hands from the back of her head. Mary Anne was coughing and catching lots of my semen in her hands.

"That's a lot. Thanks a lot." Mary Anne stated. Glaring at Tiny and Tara.

They giggled and told her it was apart of her cheer hazing.

I told Tiny to grab the oil and climb on. She nodded until she realized I meant anal. She paused and looked at me.

"It's part of you hazing." I stated firmly.

She applied the oil and did her best. Inch by inch she bobbed, gyrated, and thrusted. She nearly got my whole length in her before I lost it. I told her to hold on and she grabbed my legs like she expected to shoot off the end.

Instead, I shot my load into her guts. Her hands went to her stomach in reaction to the feeling of being full of hot liquid.

"Well, that's hot. And very new." Tiny explained. Smiling and looking at Tara.

"Yeah. I should know. I still have some in there from the other day." Tara explained laughing.

Tiny slid off and waddled to the bathroom. No funny video this time. She likely now understood how uncomfortable it was. I, however, was tired, happy, and a few pounds lighter. I told Mary Anne to take a shower with Tara and Tiny. She would be sleeping in here with Tara and me.

She nodded and ran to the bathroom. Tara was smiling and cuddling next to me.

"I hope that was fun. We only planned on oral. But you added a twist." Tara whispered in my ear.

"I wasn't sure Tiny would do it. After seeing how she was with her guys, I wanted to see if she would still have fun with us." I explained slowly.

Tara laughed off my worries and she ran off to the bathroom. I was asleep before any of them returned.

But I woke up to Mandy handing me a morning milk shake. I felt Tara's warm body on one side and Mary Anne's on the other.

"7am. We better get ready to hit the store." Mandy explained.

I eyed her up and down. Her curvy naked body in front of me. She knew the rules and followed them without question. She saw me looking at her and smiled back. She turned around and twerked her ass for me. Man, she could move. I had not yet seen any of them really dance or do cheerful stuff. But Mandy had the best moves.

With my drink ingested Tara and Mary Anne got up and walked down to the dining room. Mandy had already cooked breakfast and it was going fast. I had loads of powdered eggs in storage. They were pretty good, a bit bland, and needed lots of butter and salt. I doubted that the girls knew the difference.

"I will make a bunch of loaves of bread today. Then tomorrow I will make heaps of French toast." Mandy stated smiling back at me as I loaded my plate with eggs, sausage, and a biscuit.

In no time at all my appetite was coming back.

Once full and dressed for the -10 degrees we all loaded in the 10-wheel. Large 6-foot-deep snow drifts covered the road making it slow driving. Even staying on the road was difficult. But having cars parked on both sides made it a bit easier. It took almost an hour to get to the store. It was less than 10 miles, but we got there.

I saw loads of snow mobiles, trucks, and kids on sleds outside the store. They must have been pulled by the machines.

We were a bit late but there was still plenty to go around. We focused on fresh food. Vegetables, potatoes, tomatoes, Bok Choy, and salads. Most everyone else was loading up on boxed food that was frozen dried or meat. We picked up 30lbs of ground beef. I had plenty of frozen chicken.

In the line to pay we found a woman who had two little daughters. Their debit card wasn't working. I hobbled up and paid in cash. The woman looked like she was going to cry. I sent Tara a message. "Run. Get coloring books, crayons, and books for the little ones."

Without a second to delay Tara was off like a shot running back into the store. Arms full of what I requested was added to the woman's grocery cart. She thanked me and Tara as the little girls were flipping through the coloring books, smiling, and laughing. They were so young they had no idea what was going on, the snowstorm, or how their mother was upset. They were just happy.

We paid for our groceries and went outside to load up the truck. The tote bins were very helpful. We saw the woman pulling a sled full of the groceries and her two daughters with her. They were running around, playing, and having fun.

Tara ran over to ask if they wanted a ride. The woman stated she only lived two blocks away and told us that we had done enough. The woman waved at us and kept trudging through the snow.

Tara ran back and jumped in the truck. "That woman is tough. Tougher than me. That's for sure." Tara stated while watching the three stomp through the snow. I nodded along as the 10-wheeler started up. Tara hollered to the girls in the back asking if they were ready. Someone banged loudly on the cab, and we drove back through the storm.

The snow had stopped falling. But it was the wind that really sucked. On our way back our ruts had filled with new snow. We had only been gone for a few hours. But it was a pain all over again to get home. Once in the garage I refilled the truck with diesel, attached the batteries, and the girls unloaded.

Mandy and Tara were complaining about the cold. Mischa and Sasha teased them about their "candy ass American skin." They all argued about who was tougher. I was not about to get in the middle.

I was sitting on my throne watching the women put away the food and return to the dining room after removing their snow clothes. Mandy walked over and was talking about how she enjoyed being "stuck" here. She talked about missing cooking, having something to keep her busy, and new challenges. She talked about how college was boring, slow, and easy.

I nodded along until she told me about hooking up the cardio machines in the basement. I wanted to see them, and she handed me another shaker cup full of workout supplement. After chugging it we went downstairs.

4 machines were lined up. All next to one another with large black cables running from them and over to the electrical panel.

"I've already tried each one. They work. Not sure how much they will charge the batteries though." Mandy explained as she flipped through the manuals.

"Yeah. Electrical engineering and math are not my thing either." I advised.

"Well. It looks like it all depends on how fast the revolutions are multiplied by how long in duration. Each machine has an instant reading, but they will need to go for hours to really make a dent." Mandy stated. Her eyes fixed to the manual still.

Tara and Tiny came down to check on us. I asked them to get on the machines so we could see how they worked. They were happy to help and stripped naked.

I looked at Mandy and she smiled back.

"That's not what I meant. And you two know it!" I told them.

They just giggled but started moving the elliptical's hand and feet pedal. The motions consisted of feet doing an odd stepping motion while their hands pushed on the handles. Their whole body worked together to make the machine turn a pully or electric motor. Creating electricity.

Mandy hit a few buttons. Changing the difficulty and resistance. Tara and Tiny did their best when Mandy set it at its highest level. There they began grunting, pumping their legs, and moaning loudly that it was too difficult. Mandy lowered the level to 2 out of 10. They seemed to be moving easier and the readout showed some electricity being made.

Mandy walked over to me and was reading the manual. Or so she made it look that way. Mandy whispered, "Honestly. If I were you. The moment we showed up. I would have stripped us all naked, forced us to fuck, eat pussy, and dance naked. 24/7. Collared necks, chains between our legs, and horrible slavery and debauchery until this storm let up. You have total control. I don't know how you are resisting it."

I raised my left arm as best as I could. "This is still only at 10%. If that. I am not even in total control of my body. How could I keep you all in line? Or expect you all to not make me your slave. Besides, that's not really me. I like sex and fun and all. But I enjoy mostly just being left alone. That and Tara's big fucking tits. I changed my mind. I want Tara. I want her big fucking tits all the time." I smiled and whispered back.

I knew Tara knew what I was saying. She had a huge smile on her face as she continued working out. I wasn't sure if Tara had told Mandy about our connection. I doubted she had as I too thought it was odd.

Mandy just laughed and went back to feeding the basement stove with wood. I started feeling the effects of the workout supplement. Energy.

For the second day in a row, I was working out. This time I lasted an hour. Covered in sweat and breathing heavily, I sat on a bench. Sipping another drink provided by Mandy. We were chatting about exercise, strength, and the routine she had made for me.

Sasha, Mischa, and Mary Anne came downstairs.

"We wondered where you had all gone." They explained as they saw the new ellipticals set up.

"Ooh. Nice. I love those. I need to work off this belly fat I had grown in the last week. Or have we been here longer than a week?" Mischa stated.

Sasha, Mischa, and Mary Anne all discussed how long they had been at my house. I glared at Tara, annoyed by the loud chatter. She climbed off the machine, told Sasha to take her place, and hung out next to me as she caught her breath.

Whether the girls were told to or not they stripped naked and climbed on the machines. Mandy laughed, pointing it out (like I needed to be told 5 naked women were standing in front of me), and went back to talk with me about exercise and recovery.

Tara was moping up her sweat with a small towel Mandy tossed at her. Tara was very distracting. Sweating, chest heaving, and her pale naked body inches in front of me. My eyes were fixed on her tits. And she knew it. Either by looking at me or sensing my thoughts.

She turned around slowly, teasing me, and her ass was now pointed right at me. She had done it in a not obvious way. But I sensed she was telling me, "But my ass does not get as much attention as my tits. So here."

She was right. Her tits were always my focus. Although, her beautiful face was ultimately my favorite. But now her butt was my focus.

Mandy had to smack me with her hand. She knew I was not paying attention to what she was saying. She smacked Tara too. For distracting me.

I hobbled back upstairs after Mandy had finished with me. But I stopped at the garage door. Stripped naked in front of Tara and ran for the hot tub. No fire was burning so it was a very cold run. Tara chased after me giggling. I pulled back the cover and we jumped in. Tara's huge tits were floating again so I pulled the cover back to cover her a bit more.

I also reached up and opened a nearby cabinet. Pool tablets to keep the chlorine levels just right. Not that anything slime would grow and get gross. It was so cold nothing would really grow in the hot tub when it was not turned up and running.

Tara was leaning back, and she moaned softly, "Ah. This is very nice. I could get use to this."

I laughed because the whole scene looked so ridiculous. We were sitting in a tiny hot tub, just the two of us. The hot tub cover was still covering 90% of the surface because it was so cold outside. And we had a huge 8-foot-tall wall made out of stacked firewood and tarps to block as much of the brutal wind as possible. The whole scene looked ridiculous to me. But she was right. The hot water felt great.

Mandy walked out, carrying large white bathrobes, and climbed in. She of course was naked and sat next to Tara. Mandy's tits floated as well. Good thing the cover was there to keep them from freezing. After a few minutes Mandy complained the water was not hot enough. I checked the screen and it read 104 degrees. Hot enough for me and Tara.

Mandy jumped out and ran into the garage. She must have flipped a switch on the water lines or something. She ran back smiling. Over the next 5 minutes or so the water temperature had definitely increased. But the hot tup screens maximum readout was 105 degrees. Mandy was much happier now as she laid back.

I climbed out and so did Tara. Again. Perfect timing. Misch and Sasha ran out and jumped in. Splashing water everywhere and hollering loudly "Hot. Hot!"

Tara and I dressed in robes and ran for the door. After being in the hot water, the cold air felt even colder. Tara picked up a bunch of robes, towels, and drinks. She ran back outside and placed them next to the hot tub for her friends. She then ran back inside.

We picked up our clothes and headed for my room. We both knew a quiet soak in the whirlpool was needed. No loud yelling and no distractions. I closed and locked my bedroom door, and we climbed in. The water had not even filled up the bath. But we sat there waiting and smiling.

I added the bubble solution again and turned on the jets. I enjoyed the mountain of bubbles they caused. As soon as the water was high enough Tara moved around and sat between my legs again. She laid back on me and my hands began to massage her neck and shoulders.

Tara began talking about after the snowstorm. School, cheer, living here, and us. I remained quiet. Listening to her talk. Her voice was calm, smooth, and she was happy describing how she saw the next few weeks or months progress. It all sounded very good to me. So, I had no reason to interrupt her.

Minutes turned into hours, and we realized again. Time had flown by. It was well past lunch time and both our stomachs had been making noises. We ended out bath and got dressed. Well, I did anyways. Tara stayed nude. God, I loved it.

She picked up a bathrobe in the hall as we walked down to the dining room. Mandy had prepared cheeseburgers and homemade French fries. With garlic sauce. She was a dynamite cook. Well ate and enjoyed. Well, I did anyways. The other girls all complained about the food making them fat.

Mandy yelled at them. Calling them "Lazy dicks" and told them to get back on the ellipticals. After lunch that is exactly what they did. I checked on them in the basement to see they had turned a large portion into a makeshift gym. 2 girls would be on the ellipticals calling out exercises. The other 2 would be doing squats, lunges, pushups, and other things that were called out.

Mandy found a large piece of cardboard and a marker. She wrote out 4 different exercise routines with how many repetitions/sets were needed. She labeled them "Booty, Toning, Strength, Slut".

The Booty one had lots of lunges, kicks, squats, and leg work. The Slut workout was all squats. Thousands of repetitions, many variations of squats, all while holding small 5lb weights in their hands straight out, overhead, or something else. I must have missed the joke, but it didn't sound possible. My legs were burning just thinking about it. Then again. I wasn't a slut. So...

I returned to my throne and was reading a book. Tara was by my side reading another book about knots and tying down ship equipment. I smiled again, knowing what she really had in mind.

For the next several weeks our routines were now set. The girls were exercising a lot. They stopped for meals, visits to the hot tub, and reading books in between it all.