"What's going on?" Heather asked. "Where are you taking Lee?" she didn't understand that Lee was threat to her and her family. John realized that the shape-shifter didn't recognize Heather, probably due to his "bimboizing" of her, which changed her appearance. Heather had unwittingly saved the day with her lust. Nevertheless her bimbo urges were still in charge of her and John's cock was much too close for comfort; and before John could stop her Heather sucked his perpetually erect cock right into her pussy and was humping him like a dog in heat.
John was stunned. He didn't want to have sex with Heather or any of his sisters, but he couldn't stop now. Why hadn't he remembered that she was controlled by the sexual needs that he had instilled in her? She was amazing, and quickly distracted him, she was tight too. Apparently, all the fucking and sucking she'd been performing had taught her how to use what she'd been given. Despite himself he was enjoying it. But he had to seem to put up a little fight, shouldn't he? It appears he had crossed yet another line. She did just help him capture the shape-shifter and now they would hopefully learn what was going on and perhaps who was behind all of this. So, all things consider he should let her enjoy this; he would try not to enjoy it too much.
John's security team had been properly briefed and they quickly secured the naked man to a chair and locked him and one guard a secure room. Cameras were recording everything from every imaginable angle, as the Asian man sat slumped helpless in his chair waiting for his interrogation.
Meanwhile, Heather had pushed John to the floor and was wildly riding him, her large tits bouncing everywhere. During this point in the orgy most people had slowed exhausted from the long night of unbridled sex, so Heather's enthusiasm made her to stand out among the other partiers, catching April's attention along with Samantha, Isabel and Rachel.
It wasn't long before they joined the other all gathered around the two watching, waiting and fondling themselves preparing for their turns with the Master of the Ring of Power.
"You are so busted," John heard Rachel say.
Looking up at the four women who stood in front of the small group that surrounded him, John saw that Isabel and her sister Samantha were now fingering their pussies with greater enthusiasm as they imagined being in their sister's place. April stood nearby and like his sisters was more turned on than she realized. She'd never seen John with another woman before and had yet to meet his sisters so didn't know the women next to her. As she glanced at them and back to John, she drifted back to their last lovemaking session, remembering how incredibly good a lover John was and before she realized her hands began moving on their own. Her right hand reached for her pussy while the other pulled roughly at her nipples one at a time.
Rachel didn't wait to be asked, she saw an opportunity and squatted over John's available mouth. It was after all an orgy and it didn't take long before they all joined in. They had to do a little rearranging and formed a daisy chain. John shrugged; the shape-shifter wasn't going anywhere and it was a party. After two hours, they were all satisfied and John had violated his final taboo, having a variety of sex with each of his sisters at least twice. It seemed his appetite for sex was increasing, he could have gone on longer, but the women were exhausted, covered in sweat and panting as they all seemed to be experiencing post coital mini climaxes.
Most of his guest seemed to have worn themselves out and had now curled up together and were sleeping comfortably; the servant staff had distributed light blankets to those who needed them. The large beds of the guest bedroom accommodated the others; many had five or six to a bed.
As John walked through his mansion surveying the damage, he drew on his abilities to clean and dress himself. Approaching the security room where his prisoner waited, he was ready, his blue jeans and tight muscle shirt made him look as if he were there to administer a beating instead of an investigation.
Before entering he retrieved his iPhone from his pocket and willed the camera's video to display to his phone large screen. The guard was sitting back in his chair reading a Tom Clancy novel occasionally looking up to make sure the prisoner was still secure. Fast forwarding through the video, he saw that nothing appeared to have changed the entire time the shifter was in custody.
John entered the room and the guard stood. "Anything to report," John asked, already knowing there was none. "No sir," the guard stood and reported, allowing his military conditioning loose, "He hasn't said a word, sir."
"Thank you. Would you please wait outside," John said. The guard left, but not before sizing John up, and was impressed with his physique. He didn't remember John being so muscular, lacking his military training he felt confident that John could handle anything the prisoner could dish out.
John stood in front of the prisoner, looked down and asked in a slow measured cadence that showed he didn't have much patience.
"Why are you here?"
There was no reply.
"What is your interest in my sisters?"
There was silence as the prisoner looked up at John sizing him up.
"What is your name and who do you work for?"
Still no answer and the prisoner didn't blink as he stared through his inquisitor.
"Very well, you wish to play games, fine. You need a little prodding, I am prepared for that. Don't worry, you will tell me what I want to know." John said as he pulled up the empty chair, turned it around and straddled it backwards.
"I hope you like that person you shape-shifted into Dennis, because you may be in that shape for a long time." The shape shifter looked at John, unsure how he had learned his true name. "Last chance to change into your original form." John waited.
"No?" John asked.
"Alright Mr. Sour, I have a better idea. Why don't I just change you into what I want? I understand that changing a shape-shifter against their will can be somewhat painful, isn't that right?"
The man looked a little worried, but remained silent.
"Dennis Sour, really? That had to be a tough name to grow up with, Sour. And now you are wearing a sour face. I'll bet you aren't Asian at all too." The shifter watched John carefully, but still was unwilling to speak.
"Okay, Dennis," John said, clearly not willing to play interrogator any longer, "or should I call you Denise?" John watched as the man's face became more feminine, the "five o'clock shadow" began to fade and then disappeared completely. His hair began to grow long and fell beyond his shoulders as his nipples began to grow and his areolas expanded of his chest until he had a pair of B cup tits. His cock and balls retracted into his body leaving the unmistakable essential female organ. Dennis had indeed become Denise and was gritting his/her teeth as he/she rode out the pain expressed on a very feminine face.
She had a little room in her bonds she wasn't nearly as large as Dennis had been, but was still securely held in her seat. The painful look on her face melted into one of complete shock, as she realized what John had done. If he could force her to change against her will what else was he capable of?