Pheromone Wars

All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older.

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Rachel sighed, pursed her lips, and blew a strand of hair out of her face. It was two in the morning and dead at the Paxton, Pennsylvania McDonalds of I-75. Rachel adjusted the hair back into her paper hat. She could hear Billy in the back, counting the leftover patties.

"God, what a loser." She muttered to herself and leaned her chin down on her elbow. Rachel was a senior in high school, a dark pixie-esque brunette. She thought it might be a good idea to make some extra money this summer, maybe enough to get up to New York and go clubbing, at least leave this hick town, but now she was beginning to regret it. She hadn't seen a customer in hours and was dying of boredom.

Billy was technically her manager, but being as he was seventeen and a dork, and she was one year older and a party girl, it was pretty easy to manipulate him with some pouting and batting of the eyelashes. But now she was beginning to regret having Billy do all the work. Even work might be better than sitting here listening to crickets.

Suddenly, Rachel's headphones bleeped. A car was pulling up to the drive-through. Finally, Rachel grinned, a customer.

"Billy, we got a customer." She yelled and ran to the window. The car that pulled up to the window was beautiful. A black Porsche with tinted windows. Rachel whistled as the windows rolled down to reveal a middle-aged man in sunglasses. "I just want a soda pop," said the man. "With plenty of ice."

"Sure thing." Said Rachel. She filled up a cup and began to hand it through the window. The man reached with a credit card and his hand brushed hers. Rachel felt a bolt of electricity as he touched her, but that wasn't what made her yelp.

In the seat next to him was a teenage girl; naked except for a pair of panties she had pulled to the side so that she could busily frig herself.

"Like what you see." Said the man. He looked old enough to be the girl's father. "She's a hot little piece of ass for a college girl."

The man laughed as the girl whimpered and bit her lower lip. She was looking right at Rachel with eyes that were terrified but aroused. Rachel was panting (her nipples pierced her work shirt); why was it so hot inside this place?

Through the glasses, she could tell the man was staring her up and down. Her body spiked with fear. She could hear Billy still counting in the back. "I changed my mind," Said the man, "I think I want a double whopper. How about you come here?"

She didn't know why she was doing this. Well, she did know why. Something about the way he leered at her eighteen-year-old body and talked to her like she was his personal whore was turning her on. He looked like he was in his thirties, and not the most attractive guy she had ever seen, but he seemed to ooze confidence, and there was that smell... that smell of sweat and car engines. It seemed to waft from his body and permeated everything.

There was something so masculine and stern about him; The thought burst into her head unbidden. Her body felt feverish. Sweat dripped from her McDonald's headband, and her little pink nips ached as they drilled through her bra. In concentration, she bit her lip. She had to do what he said. She didn't want to get into trouble.

"Yes, sir." She breathed, and awkwardly crawled out the drive-in window and into his car. The intercom system that was strapped to her forehead snapped off and hung swinging from the window. As she crawled through the driver side window and over Sir's body (she could not help but think of him as Sir), she could feel her body brushing against his groping hands.

The side of her breasts brushed against his chin as he pulled her across him. She crawled until she was sitting in the middle of the seat, her legs straddling the driveshaft. That peculiar aroma seemed even more intense inside the car where it mixed with the smell of hot, wet pussy.

She could feel the naked outer leg of the little slut sitting next to her as it pressed against hers. The girl's chest was flushed from over-heating and embarrassment. Saliva and pre-cum were hanging quivering from her chin and dripping down onto her bony chest and b-cup breasts.

As they drove out of the McDonald's parking lot, the strange girl absently stroked her pussy, making Rachel incredibly uncomfortable. She turned to Mr. Reid, his dick lay flaccid on the side of his lap. She wondered how long it would take Billy to realize where they were going.

"Uh, where are we going, Sir?"

He looked at her in annoyance. "How about we leave the questions for the grownups. I'm sure you wouldn't mind getting acquainted. After all, now that you too are apart of our little harem, you'll probably be bunking together for now. Kitty, how about you get to know Rachel more intimately."

The girl called Kitty crawled into Rachel's astonished lap reached with both of her small hands and looked her in the eye. Her green eyes shown with lust and Haley could feel her heat through her jeans. Haley had fooled around with her girlfriends, but would never consider herself bi.

The girl reached in to kiss her, and Rachel tilted her head. Some part of her was still resisting what was happening. She knew that she would probably do anything her new master told her to do; his presence was just so... intense. But this slut was another matter. Kitty pressed her wet mouth up to Rachel's ear and whimpered.

"Please don't struggle. Mr. Reid says he'll let me cum as long as I do everything he says. Please," she whined, "I need to cum. He won't let me cum."

Kitty started placing small wet kisses down the sides of Rachel's face and neck. Rachel moaned into her hair as Kitty reached up and squeezed both of her pert teenage breasts through her uniform. Kitty placed her lips against Rachel and whispered into her throat.

"Please, Pretty please, can you take your shirt off? I want to get to know you better like Daddy said I should."

Kitty's lips tasted like bubblegum and Rachel could feel Kitty's nipples, the shape, and hue of raspberries, brushing against her chest. Rachel was breathing deeply. She was horny and if Kitty's daddy said it was all right to play.

Like carbonation rising to the top of a glass, the chemicals inside of Rachel coursed through her system and altered her mind and body in ways that she could never imagine. Her values and identity warped under the chemical pressure without her even being aware of the changes.

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Thirty minutes later, Rachel's shirt was pulled over her head, and Kitty's tongue was deep within her mouth. She gave a low moan and reached up to cup Kitty's breasts in her hands. They were going to be the best friend's. Like sisters, she could hear the man saying as he drove. Kitty had torn at Rachel's clothes like a wild cat.

For the first time in her life, Rachel felt another girl's lips and teeth around her nipples, and Rachel's pussy dampened as Kitty hooked her thumb and dragged her jeans down her kicking legs.

Now both girls were naked except for their panties and socks, and Kitty pivoted, sitting back in the passenger seat pulling Rachel until she straddled her lap. The rest of the night was a blur of erotic sensation, wetness, and heat, as Rachel wiggled and whimpered on top of her new girlfriend.

Unbeknown to the two girls frantically pulling clothes off and licking and biting each other, Mr. Reid pulled out a digital recorder and began recording.

"Testing of Pheromone Gamma three success. New behavioral emergence in Object 17. Object 17 shows a desire for bonding with other objects in bisexual -submissive patterns. Marked contrasted from Pheromone Beta, which caused general states of sexual competitiveness amongst objects. Possibly due to higher secretions of Oxytocin within the prefrontal cortex. And..." Mr. Reid looked at his new girl now busily suckling at Kitty's B-cup breasts.

"I picked up a new object along my way home from the NSA. I will be depositing both Object 17 and now Object 18 at the academy for further indoctrination."

Rachel moaned as another orgasm overtook her.

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Rachel woke up, curled in the fetal position, in the back seat. Images from the night before swayed and beckoned in her head. They had stayed up most of the all-night drive performing for Mr. Reid by sixty-nining in the back seat. Occasionally they would take turns crawling into the front seat to give Mr. Reid road head. Rachel blushed as she remembered her first time with a cock in her mouth. Kitty, as Rachel began to affectionately think of her, had stuck her head over the seat to give her pointers. The man, Mr. Reid, Rachel corrected had possessively run his hands through her hair as she clumsily drooled over his cock. She remembered the embarrassment mixing with a bizarre need to prove to her master that she was a woman and that she deserved to be owned.

She had fallen asleep curled up with Kitty in the back seat, as her master drove south. Somebody had thrown a coat over her naked body while she slept. She leaned up, rubbing her eyes. The car was parked on the side of some rural highway with the door open wide. Kitty was kneeling outside on the cement between his legs.

Mr. Reid had both hands on the sides of her head, and he was busily slamming his cock into the back of her throat. Kitty was gurgling, and a long line of spit was dripping from her face to the sidewalk below. The man shuddered and began to cum in Kitty's mouth. Rachel remembered last night again, and the first time she tasted come in her mouth. The man had made her swallow the cum and told her she would get used to the taste.

Rachel wondered if she would ever see her parents or friends again. There was a part of her psyche screaming in fear, but it was like another part of her was holding a pillow over the face. The screams were coming in muffled and distant. Her mind had only one primary need; obey this man.

As the man walked around to the other side of the car, Kitty quickly leaped into the backseat, her naked body twisted over the head cushions, as she fell into Rachel's lap. She grabbed Rachel's head and began to kiss her. Rachel gasped in shock as Kitty pushed Mr. Reid's cum into her open mouth.

Kitty ended her long French kiss and rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Sharing is caring," She giggled. Rachel couldn't help but smile at her infectious attitude.

"O.K. sluts," Said Mr. Reid from the front seat, "Get your clothes on. No panties or bras though. We're about to stop somewhere."

"You want a breath mint," Kitty giggled as she reached for her purse.

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Mr. Reid drove onward listening to rock music while Rachel and Kity cuddled in the backseat. Kitty talked about how she was a high school senior excited to move on to college before she met Mr. Reid. Rachel was surprised when she found that Kitty had gone to the same school as her, back before the abduction.

"I was hanging out in the mall with my friends," whispered Kitty. "They left me to go up to the food court. When I turned around, Mr. Reid was there. The next thing I know, I'm following him to a change room. He's the age of my dad, a stranger, and I'm showing off for him, all of the panties that I bought. I got down on my knees, only in panties with the tags still on them, and gave my first blowjob. Then he fucked me from behind against the mirror. That was how I lost my virginity to a guy I had met thirty minutes before."

"How is he doing this?"

"I don't know. He has some sort of drug or something. I think it's like a virus. All he has to do is touch you, and you like become his personal slut. The weird thing is I'm starting to get used to it. I used to cry thinking how I would never see my mom again, but now all I think about is how nice it is to be owned by someone and be their slave, and how nice it is to have their dick in me. You know, it's like I want to be a part of this fantasy where I'm somebody's object."

Rachel shivered at this. She was already wondering what it would feel like to have Mr. Reid pull her legs apart, take her virginity, and make her his property.

Kitty could see the story was having an effect on Rachel. Her nipples were poking out from the t-shirt Mr. Reid had let her put on. She reached over and began to pinch Rachel's nipples as she whispered in her ear.

"Somehow, he had convinced me to get into the car with him. Fifteen minutes later, we were in a hotel room, and Mr. Reid bent me over a desk chair and relentlessly fucked me. He fucked me all night in that cheap hotel room and made me do all kinds of things that only porn stars did. He spanked me, made me give his balls a tongue bath, made me lick his asshole. He fucked my asshole while I cried and begged, made me masturbate while begging him to fuck me, made me call him daddy and say that I was a bad little girl for being so slutty. "

As she said this, Rachel was beginning to breathe heavily as Kitty's hands roamed her body. Soon there tongues were dancing together as her fingers trailed underneath Rachel's shirt.

"He has some kind of power. Some kind of aura that radiates off him. He started to talk to me, and my needs change. I get super horny and have to--worse want to--do everything he says."

She turned and looked at Rachel. "It's weird. There are like two sides to me. There's the rational side. The side that knows this whole thing is crazy. That knows all I got to do is start screaming or leap out the car door, or at the very least have a nervous breakdown. And then there's this other side, this more powerful side that is still 100% me, that wants to be his perfect, obedient slave girl."

Kitty turned and looked out the window at the miles of roadside attractions flying by.

"I was a good girl in school. The kid whose mom had the honor roll sticker on her back window. And now I'm a bisexual, half-naked slut who's been willingly being kidnapped and fucked by a guy her dad's age. I can't even tell if my desire for you is real. If I'm doing this because I need someone to be there with me, or because he's somehow made me want girls now."

Rachel reached forward and wrapped her arms around her and kisses the tears falling from Kitty's checks. Soon, the salty taste of Rachel's tears mixed with her own.

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It was three hours and several orgasms later when they finally arrived at their mysterious destination. Mr. Reid refused to say anything, and any questions on their part resulted in a reprimand and spanking. Mr. Reid couldn't provide the punishment, of course, so the task would fall to one of the girls.

Even though Rachel was now fast friends with Kitty, it was terrifying how one order from Mr. Reid and she would push her over onto her stomach, roll her panties down her legs, and proceed to spank her firm ass cheeks.

There seemed to be no limit to Mr. Reid's control, he could make her do anything, even turn against her best friend. But as they continued to drive past countless state lines, Mr. Reid seemed already bored with them, and with his silence, Rachel had nothing left to do but explore her Sapphic desire for Kitty.

The car continued to drive through the morning as they tongue fucked each other. Rachel knew that she should be embarrassed as other cars passed or pulled up alongside hers, but she wasn't.

They weren't allowed to take off their clothes, but Kitty taught her something she learned from Mr. Reid's movies called "tribbing" which involved wrapping their legs around each other like competing scissors and rubbing their pussies together in circles.

Later, Kitty pulled out a small "Hello Kitty" vibrator from her handbag, and they shared it, taking turns rubbing along their clits, and shoving it into their pussies until they cried out and Mr. Reid yelled at them to quiet down.

Eventually, it was evening, with their car on the border of the Virginia state lines, when they pulled into the parking lot. From the back window, Rachel could see the neon pink glare of a blinking sign called Trixie's. There was a pair of blinking legs as well that opened and shut like Ms. Pacman's mouth.

Mr. Reid walked to the back of the car and opened the truck. Rachel watched him pull out two shopping bags. He threw them into the back seat.

"Here put those clothes on." Inside the bags were trashy stripper versions of schoolgirl outfits. There were white knee-high stockings, pleated skirts about six inches longs (barely enough to cover her ass, Rachel noted), and white see-through slips that knotted under the tits.

By the time they put on their costumes, both Rachel and Kitty looked like total sluts. They didn't even look sexy with their makeup smeared and their hair tangled from the long two days in the back of the car, just desperate and trashy teenage whores. Rachel blushed as Kitty appraised her.

"I can't help it, I think you look hot. You want to be my high school crush."

Rachel blushed. "I never had a boyfriend before."

Mr. Reid rolled his eyes. "Jesus, the bisexual encoding might have been a little too strong. You're supposed to be up for a threesome, not turn into star-crossed lovers."

Both girls looked at Mr. Reid with contrition. "Sorry, Sir."

"It's going to be a shame not fucking you both tonight. I bet both of you in bed together is gasoline and dynamite, but unfortunately, I'm on a mission."

Mr. Reid walked into Trixie's with a girl on each arm and a hand on each of their semi-bare ass cheeks. The inside of the club smelled of sweat, cigar smoke, and alcohol. It was dark, everything glowing in deep red, and hazy. Most of the strip club was empty except for a few old guys at the bar and a stripper lazily strutting around a stripping pole on the one occupied stage.

The stripper was a platinum blond with long legs and preposterously ballooning tits. Rachel couldn't help but wonder what her pussy looked like underneath the spandex g-string.

Mr. Reid walked purposely up to the bar with Rachel and Kitty walking demurely behind him holding hands. Kitty had to admit that the ridiculously high stripper heels that Mr. Reid had forced her and Kitty to wear forced Kitty's ass up and gave her a coquettish vibe. When Mr. Reid had them sit down at the bar, Rachel could feel the sticky vinyl barstool against her ass. Her skirt was ridiculously short. An old man leered at Kitty and her from across the bar.

Behind the bar, a middle-aged woman polished a shot glass She was a small woman with auburn hair and breasts even bigger than the blond on stage that was currently grinding her ass in the face of a geriatric with a receding hairline. The bartender had a slouched bored expression as music rumbled over the speakers, her tits resting on the bar table until she saw Mr. Reid. She immediately stood at attention.

"You poor little things, you're young enough to be my daughters. I can't believe you, Horace, you pervert. You couldn't have converted some college-aged pussy."

"Save it, Justine, they're both eighteen. I need you to keep these two little things here for me until someone shows up to get them."

The attractive women looked both the girls over. "So keep them until Covenant Housing comes to pick them up. Well, the guys will appreciate the new meat I guess, but Mercedes won't like it."

She looked back and forth between Rachel and Kitty.

Kitty squirmed under the attention, somehow feeling more naked. "Don't be shy girls stick those perky titties out, now what are your names?"

"Mr. Reid took my old name away and made me Kitty. I don't remember what it was before that." Said Kitty.

Rachel was shocked. She always assumed that Kitty's name was some sort of nickname, but she didn't realize that Mr. Reid could destroy her identity so casually. Rachel felt a new wave of emotion for her, while Justine reached across the bar and pulled Kitty closer towards the light.