Powerband - Limo Ride

2. Limo Ride

Eric spent the rest of the flight contemplating his new power. He realized that there must be a reason that the old owner had been reduced to a pile of bones. Eric new he could keep himself young for as long as he wanted. The old owner must have been killed somehow. Eric would need to keep his ring a secret. If the 'authorities' learned of it, he would have to somehow disappear. He smiled at the thought of the term 'authorities'. He felt like he was above the laws. As long as he was careful to not attract attention, he could do as he pleased.

He looked across the aisle at the rich bitch. She had money, he didn't (yet). He knew he could take anything he wanted, including her body, her mind, and her money. But how could he do that in the long run without attracting unwanted attention? He decided he would get started with this one, taking what he wanted in cash. A case full of money would be hard to trace. But then what? The IRS might be curious about where his money came from. It could get messy, fucking with the IRS. Eric realized this might be a little more complicated than he thought. He figured he would find some financial wizard when he got home and 'convince' him to help. Maybe he would need one of those off shore accounts, or something.

He decided to close his eyes and get some rest. He hadn't slept in two days. He didn't feel tired and figured with his new power, he might not ever need to sleep again. But an even layer of clouds below made the view uninteresting. A little sleep would be pleasant right about now.

The Rich Bitch had called over Macy, the stewardess, and was complaining again. Her whining was irritating. As Eric drifted off to sleep, he thought 'Shut up, bitch.' With that, he napped until the flight arrived in Phoenix.

Eric woke up as the plane started its decent to land. The stewardess had already picked up the cabin and was in her own seat. Rich Bitch was sitting quietly in her seat. Eric put a command into her mind to be carried out when they landed. For fun, he gave her full knowledge of what she was going to do and say. To her it seem as though she was having a bizarre fantasy and she furrowed her brow and shifted about uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't yet understand that the fantasy was about to become all too real.

Once at the gate, all of the plane's passengers except Eric and Rich Bitch herded off the plane. When there was no one around but the crew, Macy came over to ask Rich Bitch if she needed any help.

Rich Bitch spoke for the first time in two hours. "I just wanted to thank you for the excellent service. If you are having a layover in Phoenix, you must be staying at a hotel somewhere. My driver will be waiting for me, I would be happy to give you a ride."

Macy hesitated, "Well, sure, I suppose that would be OK."

With Eric in full control, Macy had no choice in the matter.

"That's great. Where should we meet? I can have my driver pick you up."

"I have to finish my list of duties here, then check out at the employee lounge. I can be at doors W7 in about forty minutes."

"Wonderful." said Rich Bitch, "On the trip, to show my appreciation, it would be my honor if you would allow me to lick your asshole." She choked out that last sentence, and you could see the horror on her face.

"Well certainly!" Macy smiled. "Can I bring a couple of friends? Gina and SueEllen, who were working the aft cabin, also are staying over. We are all three working the eight o'clock flight back to Boston tomorrow morning."

"The more assholes, the better." Rich Bitch squirmed; unable to believe the words Eric was forcing her to say.

'This could turn out better than I had expected.' Thought Eric. As he and Rich Bitch left the plane, Eric made unspoken contact with Gina and SueEllen, making sure that they would be agreeable participants in Rich Bitch's humiliation. All three stewardesses felt their nipples harden and pussies pucker with excitement. Eric forced them to become horny and had them fantasize about how great it was going to be to get rimmed by a passenger. They would remain in this horny condition throughout their encounter with Eric.

Rich Bitch's driver, Carl, was waiting right outside the gate. He was a tall, broad shouldered fellow who looked almost silly in his chauffeur's uniform. Eric and Bitch gave him their baggage tickets and he scurried off to load their bags into her limo. They had a few minutes to spare, before meeting the stewardesses, so Eric found a bar and Bitch followed him. The two sat down at a booth and ordered drinks, Rich Bitch paid. She was completely confused as to why she was compliantly tagging along with this complete stranger.

"So, Bitch," Eric finally spoke to her, "I believe you and I are going to have some fun. At least I am going to have fun. You might not find it to be all that entertaining. But first tell me, have you ever fucked your driver?"

Rich Bitch wanted to scream. She wanted to run away. She wanted to have her bodyguard tear this man to shreds. She wanted to know why she could not seem to control herself. She wanted to know how this total stranger could get away with calling her Bitch. Instead she calmly replied, "No never."

"Well, you will. After I have had my fun with you, I will turn you over to him. Be assured, he will find you to be uniquely satisfying."

"But, what about my husband? John will kill me." Rich Bitch described her husband. He was a very wealthy businessman involved in brokering deals between multinational corporations. He was powerfully connected on both sides of the law. And he was very jealous about his trophy wife. He supplied her well, but treated her like property, expecting exclusive and uninhibited access to her any time he wished. He was due back in town the next day from a business trip.

Eric pondered this. He had become quite cocky with his power, yet he was self aware enough to realize the danger. He had stumbled onto a significant opportunity. A wealthy man with intimate knowledge of international finance could be his ticket to comfort, pleasure, and security. But the man was also jealous of his bitch whore wife, the woman Eric was planning on abusing. If Eric stumbled, he could fall hard. This would be mighty tricky, indeed.

Eric had traveled anonymously and had changed his looks. Rich Bitch had no clue who he was. He felt safe and the possibilities of immediate gratification beckoned him. They had just enough time to get to W7. Suddenly cautious, Eric had her follow him some fifteen paces behind. He kept a good pace and she hurried to keep up.

When they reached the W7 doors, the three stewardesses were not yet there. So Eric climbed into the back of the luxurious limousine with Rich Bitch. The driver held the door for them and stood guard while they waited for their guests. Once the door was shut, Bitch immediately stripped out of her clothes and lounged back on the floor of the car, legs up and wide, arms over her head, mouth open, ready to fuck. Eric had been hard for some time now. He stripped at the same time. Without any foreplay, he mounted the Bitch and thrust to the hilt in his first stroke. She groaned loud and humped back. He began a rhythmic thrusting with the full length of his unnaturally large cock. Using his powers on her he pushed her right to the edge of orgasm, but held her barely unable to reach it.

He also kept himself from coming also, and was still hammering away at her when the door opened and in climbed the three stewardesses. Thanks to his preprogramming, they completely accepted the fact that he was rigorously fucking the Bitch. In fact they expected as much to see the rude bitch fucking some stranger she had just met on the plane. Eric paused, then withdrew from her and sat on the leather seat. Rich Bitch groaned her frustration and both hands started working over her sloppy cunt, trying to get off. Eric sent a silent command to the driver and the limo pulled away from the curb. The private party glided away from the airport out onto the interstate.

The three gals looked awfully cute in their matching little outfits. Eric was anxious to see what improvement might be necessary. He had them strip and had Macy get right to work licking and sucking on his cock. He was still wet from the Bitch and she found the stink quite pleasant.

Macy was a small woman. She was barely over five foot tall with a very lean build. She had long thick blond hare that she kept braided while working.

SueEllen asked, "Hey, I thought we were going to get our ass holes licked. What's the deal? She's just lying there masturbating. Stupid slut!"

"Ya, that's right." Gina chimed in. "So this is the Bitch that was so rude on the plane?"

"Mm hmm." Macy's mouth was quite full at that moment.

"I think since Macy had to put up with her, she should go first." Eric ruled. "You two will have to entertain each other until your turn."

Gina was of African-American decent. Her lips, tits, and ass were all well developed. SueEllen had plain features, pale white skin, and a pronounced Southern accent. Without another word the two embraced and began French kissing, pressing their bare chests together, their hands roaming all across each other.

Eric decided it was time to start with the promised butt licking. Normally he wanted to fuck women with no hair between their legs. But to add to Rich Bitch's embarrassment he caused a thick thatch of pubic hair to grow between the legs of all three girls. The tangled mess ran from their belly buttons all the way to their tailbones and protruded out their cracks and extended down their thighs. We're talking serious shag rug, here. He gave their pussies and their assholes a powerful stink that filled the closed space twit the rich odor of pussy.

He now turned his attention to Rich Bitch. He made some modifications to her anatomy. Some were to increase the pleasure of the guests, others to magnify her humiliation.

He added several inches to the length of her tongue. Remembering his earlier fantasy, he formed a slit in the tip that was an inch deep. It gave her a forked tongue, and with a grin and a wish, a gold stud appeared at the end of each tip. He altered her saliva glands to produce large volumes of spit, and he caused it to have a thick mucous-like texture.

Then Eric caused Rich bitch to find the very thought of licking another woman to be extremely revolting. He sharpened her sense of taste and smell, and then left her powerless to resist her actions. Operating like a puppet, she rolled over onto her hands and knees behind Macy, who was also on her hands and knees servicing Eric. She stuck her face right up to Macy's butt and proceeded to lap away, spreading her thick gooey saliva all around. He had made Macy's pubic hair loosely attached at the roots, and Rich Bitch's tongue quickly became coated with stray pubes. They worked their way back to her teeth and throat. She wanted to stop and use her fingers to pick the hair from her tongue, but her hands were not under her conscious control.

Macy thoroughly enjoyed the rimming she was getting, and shortly enjoyed several orgasms, each time she pushing down onto Eric's cock, taking in his entire length. He could feel her throat constrict around him when she came, and on the third time, he spent himself. She could feel his dick surging, sending his semen directly down to her stomach. Using his supernatural abilities, he kept up the torrent of spew. Quickly Macy felt her stomach get filled up. When he finally quit and pulled out of her, her belly felt tight, as if she had just finished a large meal.

Even though he had just come, Eric wasn't about to go soft. He had Macy sit on his lap and impale herself on him. He only rode her for a few moments; enough to ensure his cock was coated with fresh pussy stink. Then he had her get off his lap and join SueEllen on the seat. Gina got on her hands and knees. She presented her ass crack to Rich Bitch, her mouth to Eric's dick, and was soon deep-throating him. Thanks to Eric, the smell of Macy's cunt on him had an irresistible effect on her, and soon Gina was having a series of orgasms. Eric picked one and filled her gut up with another huge load of semen.

Eric repeated the drill with SueEllen, and in short order he had all three of the stewardesses laying back, happy, content, and freshly fucked, their bellies filled with come. Rich Bitch was on the floor. She had resumed her masturbating, frantically trying to get off, not quite able to. Her tongue was working her teeth and lips over and she swallowed repeatedly, trying to get rid of all the stiff pubic hairs in her mouth. But all she could do was spread thick saliva from ear to ear.

They were nearing the hotel where the three girls were staying. Eric set to work modifying their bodies, improving them according to his personal prejudices. For all three he removed all traces of hair from their necks down. Every last hair follicle was now completely dormant, never to produce hair again. He added a set of body jewelry to each that included seamless gold rings in their nipples, a diamond ring in the clitoris, and two more seamless gold rings on each outer labium. The entire oval shaped area around their pussies became puffed out and permanently blushed, as though in the height of sexual excitement. He changed their tongues so that they would be able to extend them fully twice as far beyond their lips as before yet fit easily back into their mouths with no effect on their speech.

He also reached into their minds to make them completely comfortable with their physical changes. They would not question the reality that their pussies were now permanently swollen, hairless, and pierced. In fact, they were now actually quite proud of their decorations and willing to openly display themselves to their friends and lovers.

The last psychological change he made to them was in their attitudes about frequency of sex and masturbation. He made them each need to have sex quite often, several times a day or more. Fully bi-sexual, they could satisfy their needs from another woman. They each now thought of masturbation as a normal and regular part of daily life. If a regular lover was unavailable and there wasn't an agreeable stranger around, or maybe it was just inconvenient to arrange for a good fuck, they would think nothing of sneaking off to a restroom somewhere for some quick self-relief.

Eric looked over the three and liked what he saw. He made a mental note of these physical and psychological changes and formed them into a single image. It was at this time that he decided this would become his 'standard package' of modifications. It had taken him several minutes to accomplish the transformations to all three women, but with practice, his speed would increase. He soon learned how to perform his magic within a brief moment, able to alter women's bodies as he walked past them in a crowd, turning complete strangers into pierced, hairless, bi-sexual nymphomaniacs.

He also conjured up several cruel 'packages' of changes for men he didn't particularly like. But that is a different story...

Eric had the girls get dressed. They were just finishing as they pulled up in front of their hotel. He gave them each a good-bye orgasm and had the driver help them out of the car, weak kneed and content. He left them with full memory of the lesbian sex they had enjoyed. Given the exceptional pleasure they had derived, there was little doubt what these three stewardesses would be doing to each other the rest of the afternoon and on through the night.

As the driver pulled away from the curb, Eric was already on top of the Rich Bitch, fuckin' her deep. At the entrance to the hotel parking lot, the driver asked over the intercom, "Where to now, Mam?" He waited patiently for instructions.

Eric knew he had until the next day to play with Rich Bitch before hubby got home. He had been quite entertained with the orgy he had just orchestrated. He didn't want to fuck just the Bitch tonight. He wanted to collect a few other women to join the fun. "Take a swing down past the University." He instructed the driver.

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After picking up five more playmates at the University, Eric had the driver stop at an adult novelty store. He sent Rich Bitch and one of the coeds in to purchase a large collection of dildos and other sex toys. "Buy at least one of everything. Make sure you buy several sets of handcuffs." They came back with several shopping bags full of stuff.

That night became a non-stop orgy. Eric used his supernatural powers to keep the six women constantly fucking. He would switch who was fucking whom indiscriminately and the group became a seething pile of big tits, tight pussies, shared toys, and long tongues, with only one supernatural cock to share between the six frantically fucking women.

The whole thing was still going on when Rich Bitch's husband, John, arrived the next day. John turned out to be easily manipulated with Eric's supernatural powers. In exchange for his help setting Eric up with the accounts and knowledge needed to be securely independently wealthy, Eric 'arranged' for the five coeds to become permanent residents at John and Rich Bitch's mansion. Eric gave each of them stunning beauty and a robust appetite for sex. He made each girl blissfully happy with her new lifestyle and made sure that none of them would ever seek pleasure outside of the group.

John's harem girls were all quite proud of their good looks and spent hours preening and grooming each other. Rather than magically removing their pubic hair, Eric gave them each a thick patch of fur between their legs and under their arms that grew abnormally fast. He gave them each an intense desire for the taste of pussy but instilled into each one a basic disgust at licking any pubic stubble. He coupled those urges in each girl with a deep psychological fear of using a razor on herself. This ensured that each girl's pussy would get cleanly shaved by another several times a day. The frequent shaving followed by orgasmic cunnilingus quickly became a ritual of lesbian bonding; the love and trust grew a little stronger each time. John had to buy shaving cream and disposable razors at the local wholesale outlet. It was well worth it though, because whenever he was at home he was swimming in deliriously horny pussy.

Eric turned each woman, except Rich Bitch, into a compulsive, habitual masturbator. As for the Bitch, he gave her a revulsion to the very idea of someone touching themselves in pleasure. Now she had to live with a whole house full of squirming bisexuals that could not keep their hands off themselves or each other. Every time she submitted to her husband, he reeked with the stench of the other women. Though she hated it, she had no choice, for Eric had altered her personality such that she was unquestioningly subservient to the wishes of her husband, whom she now loved with all of her soul.

John didn't love her back, he never did, but of course he enjoyed humiliating the Bitch (this took no intervention on Eric's part.) He nearly always made his stuck up wife lick his cock thoroughly after he pulled out of some hole. It disgusted her, but eventually she came to accept it and would wait patiently aside, watching her husband fuck one of the girls in the ass. Then after he grunted out his orgasm and withdrew, she would dutifully clean him off, making sure there were no more flecks of shit left, feeling him get semi-soft in her mouth and then hard again. Her saliva glands continually flowed that thick, slippery mucous Eric had given her in the limo, so John often had her choose the next hole by licking it, coating it with her lubricating oral slime. She then had to stand by helplessly while the husband she so dearly loved screwed yet another harem girl, observing every thrust as the two rutted like greased pigs.