Training His Naughty Little Sister
Cynthia Mason - Nemesian Molester Beta
The peace of Nemesis fell on me.
"You're purple, Cynthia," gasped George. His seed dripped out of me. He had used me for his own pleasure. That had angered me. That was what Nemesis would stop. Sex. Pleasure. It only caused problems. It disrupted harmony.
I would have to show George his true place.
My tentacles sprouted from my side, two on each. I stared down at my purple breasts and hard nipples. I felt the power in me that Nemesis had so graciously granted me. I smiled at the abilities I was given. The mission that I had.
"Kneel, George, and serve your true Mistress," I said as I floated off the floor, my tentacles wiggling above me.
"Y-you're hovering, Cynthia," George whimpered. The quarterback stepped back. He trembled, fear in his bluff face. No longer strong with that buzz cut and all those muscles. No longer the epitome of masculine prowess.
He knew he was small.
"Kneel or you will be knelt," I purred, savoring this power. His seed dribbled down my thighs.
"I... I..." He retreated to my door. He fumbled to grab the doorknob.
My tentacle shot out and wrapped about his neck. I squeezed about him, feeling the flutter of his life. Then I yanked him forward. He stumbled, gasping for air. I stared at him, choking harder. His face turned purple.
I slid my other tentacle to his cock. I pushed against it, engulfing his dick like a pussy. He gasped at that, his eyes wide with fear. He couldn't breathe and felt pleasure all at the same time. Panic and bliss flowed through him.
"Kneel," I purred and turned, thrusting my ass out at him, my tentacle sucking at his dick. "Kneel, and lick my ass. I want you to rim it. Eat it out."
He whimpered and groaned. His knees hit the carpet. I loosened the tentacle just enough so he could breathe. He wheezed out as he pressed his face into my butt-crack. He nuzzled in, his whiskers rubbing at my flesh.
And kissed my asshole. He smooched it just once.
He tried to pull his head away.
I tightened my tentacle again and hissed, "You can do better than that, man-slut. You get that tongue into my asshole right now. You worship it, or else..."
"Y... yes... Cyn... thi... a..." he choked out.
"That's better," I purred as he started licking my asshole. He danced his tongue around it. "Just like that, you naughty, naughty boy. You're
mine
now."
"Yours," he whimpered.
I smiled and fucked my tentacle-mouth up and down his dick. I savored the feel of him. The flavor of his salty precum in this second mouth. It was so wild to enjoy a man like this. I was riding this wild high as he licked at my asshole because he was
mine.
I was taking him over. Making him into my slave. I loved it. His tongue pushed against my asshole. My anal ring widened and widened. Then it parted for him. He popped into my bowels. That was so hot. He was stirring around in my asshole.
I groaned, my pussy getting hotter and hotter as he licked at me. The heat melted to my cunt while my tentacle felt the pleasure of his big dick. I fucked him faster and faster. I worked my tentacle-pussy up and down his cock, so eager to make him cum.
To make him utterly mine!
My orgasm swelled and swelled with every moment. I fucked my pussy up and down his thick cock. He moaned into my asshole, coming closer and closer to being my slave. His tongue danced around in my bowels.
It was so incredible to have that hung stud doing that. I groaned as his tongue caressed my velvety sheath. My tentacle-pussy slammed down his cock, his thick girth throbbed in my sheath. I loved it. The pleasure flowed up to my real cunt.
Dripping with cum, I came closer and closer to climaxing. The heat of his tongue added to the delight building in my pussy's depths. I groaned, my breasts shuddering. This wonderful heat swelled and swelled in me.
I groaned, gripping his face with my dick. It was the best delight in the world. I groaned, hurtling towards that orgasm. I bit my lip and slammed my tentacle-pussy down his dick. I gasped as my pleasure burst in me.
"Yes!" I squealed.
My tentacle-pussy went wild around his dick. I suckled at him as the pleasure shot through me. My head tossed from side to side as the rapture shot through me. I groaned with the passion. My head tossed from side to side.
"You're mine!" I gasped.
"Yes!" he growled and came.
His cum flooded my tentacle-pussy. My asshole writhed around his tongue thrusting in and out of my bowels. He became my slave. I felt him surrendering to the Peace of Nemesis. A big smile spread on my lips.
I felt amazing as he danced his tongue around in my bowels as my pleasure rushed through me. My boobs jiggled. My other tentacles quivered. My toes curled as I floated there. It was an amazing delight.
This was such a rush. And I had more slaves and witches to make. Starting with my parents.
"Wait here," I commanded.
"Yes, Mistress Cynthia," my slave groaned.
I floated around him and opened my bedroom door. I drifted down the hallway to my parents' bedroom. My pussy clenched. My tentacles fluttered around me. I was so eager to do such naughty things to them.
I pushed open their door and found them sleeping. I licked my lips as I drifted into the room. My father wore his CPAP machine for his sleep apnea. It whooshed away, covering his face. Mom slept on her side her hand on her pillow. I smiled and shot my tentacles out.
I drew back the covers and smiled at what I saw. They were both in their pajamas. I had to fix that. I focused with my mind and very carefully cut their clothes with my telekinetic energy. The purple diced them, removing their garments.
I yanked off my father's mask, throwing it to the side. I stared down at their naked bodies. My mother had large breasts that were so delicious. She had a mouth that looked made to lick cum out of my pussy.