Warning: This story contains incest, futanari, forced sex, and underage drinking (by a year, in the US) and if you don't like these themes then STOP READING. Here's chapter four. Enjoy!
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Their house was a few miles out of town, in the woods. They had a good chunk of property surrounding them, and the only neighbor they had lived a five minute drive away. Amanda wasn't worried about speeding, knowing none of the town cops would be out here.
She sent her friend Alex a short text --
We need to talk. NOW
- and dropped her phone on the passenger seat. She gripped the wheel tightly, trying to contain her anger.
Jenny had come home from school with a black eye and scratches, and had given her a name -- Roxanne Smith. A week ago, she would have laughed at Jenny, but it was different now. She'd made Jenny hers, had fucked her and collared her. She had read that futas could imprint on people -- mentally marking them as their own, which made them very protective.
But she had never thought it would be like this. She was pissed off, and no amount of deep breaths or calming thoughts helped. All she could think about was finding this Roxanne bitch and ripping her apart.
Reaching town, she made a left and followed the back streets to Alex's house. She had memorized the path a long time ago, so she was pulling into the driveway in minutes. Getting out of her car, she slammed the door and stormed up to the front door.
She didn't bother knocking, walking right in. The unlocked door was a sign Alex had been waiting for her. The house wasn't too big, but Alex didn't need much, living here by herself. There was a kitchen and living room on the first floor, on either side of her, and stairs in front of her. As she slammed the door behind her, she heard Alex's voice coming from upstairs.
"I'm up hear, Man!" Amanda followed the voice, going up the stairs and ignored the open bathroom door to her left, going for the bedroom door on her right. She paused, taking in the sight in front of her.
Alex was similar to her, body wise. Six feet tall, a b-cup chest, muscles from her various sports teams, and a tan from regular tanning in the backyard -- nude tanning, which Amanda had joined her for a few times. While Alex wasn't a futa, she very much looked the part. She wore baggy pants and shorts, and had her hair cropped short and dyed a vibrant purple color.
Amanda was used to walking in on Alex naked, as the girl was a nudist in her house. And she was also familiar with walking in on her in the middle of sex, like now. Alex was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing nothing and holding a leash attached to a collared blond girl kneeling in front of her.
They both looked up at her, and Alex smiled.
"Hey, Man! Want a turn?" Alex asked, and Amanda saw the blonde's eyes meet hers and widen in fear. Amanda didn't recognize the girl, but clearly the girl knew her. Not surprising, with how many people knew about the town futa.
"No. We need to talk, Alex." Alex frowned at Amanda's tone, recognizing the anger. Alex stood up, and pulled the girl up with her.
"Go on home, blondie. I'll call you." Alex dismissed the girl with a slap on the ass, and she sheepishly left the room with a pile of clothes from the floor.
Alex led Amanda downstairs as the girl went into the bathroom to dress, and they went into the kitchen. Alex grabbed two beer cans from the fridge and tossed one to Amanda, who caught it and cracked it open. They went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Alex waved as the girl came downstairs and left, closing the door behind her.
"So, what's up?" Alex asked nonchalantly. Amanda sat there in silence, drinking the beer. She crushed the empty can and stood up, whipping it at the wall. Alex just sat there, watching her friend.
"Things go bad with Jenny?" Alex asked, and Amanda shook her head.
"No, Alex, things went great." Amanda started pacing back and forth, hands clenched into fists.
"I fucked her, put a collar on her, threatened to ruin her reputation, and then gave her an out, and
