It took only a single thought and she had returned to her floating position in the sphere. Her position hadn't changed, though one of the motes was drifting dangerously near. In fact, she'd have to contort her body to keep it from touching her during its passage. Despite the fact that she suspected what might happen, she still reached out to touch it. Anything was better than just laying here and puzzling over her predicament.
The transition was immediate and disorienting. Suddenly she found herself in a place she instantly recognized: Jack and Terri Clark's basement family room. Jack and Terri were seated in their usual seats on the leather sofa, with Terese Slater, a divorcee friend occupying the chair to their left. Kyra was standing before them, though she couldn't really say why. And they were looking at her expectantly, though again she couldn't say why. Suddenly, she caught sight of herself in the wall mirror to her right. Was that really her? Like the rest of the women, she was wearing summer shorts, sandals and a tank top. But when did she get so thin and shapely? She hadn't looked like that since college! And if she were to guess, she'd say that her boobs were definitely larger than usual. She stared hard at herself, then back at her friends. Something was definitely weird here.
Just then Jack spoke to her, and all her questions fled, replaced by the now familiar insistent buzzing. Her world narrowed to him alone, and she straightened, waiting for his orders. As before, part of her stood aside, observing her actions but unable to affect the flow of events. That part of her knew, without question, that the other part of her was now under the complete command of this man. Her friend. Her neighbor. And the observant part was already imagining what might be coming next.
When Jack gestured that she remove her sandals, she quickly complied. At another gesture, she pulled her shorts down and stepped out of them. At the twirl of his fingers, she slowly spun around, catching a disconcerting glimpse of her hourglass body in the mirror. She was much more toned now, more so than even in college. When, and how, had that happened? As usual, the observant part of her had many questions, while the obedient part simply felt a flush of pleasure at having responded so quickly to the orders given to her. At another gesture, she was excitedly removing her top, leaving her standing before them clad only in a white thong and lacy white bra. She felt warm and sexually excited, with a definite dampness between her legs, as if the mere act of following his orders was enough to turn her on. Would she orgasm if she continued to respond to his orders for the next hour, the observant part of her wondered. The rest of her just basked in the glow and awaited further instructions.
Terri leaned over and whispered to her husband, who then gestured at Kyra. Smiling happily, she unhooked her bra and handed it to him. She didn't feel the least self-conscious standing topless in front of her neighbors. Indeed, she smiled along with Jack, her enthusiasm unflagging even when Terri said something to Terese, and they all burst into laughter. She couldn't hear them, but she seemed to be pleasing them, and that thought sent another flash of pleasure through her. She didn't flinch when Jack had her remove her panties, though she did notice that her pubic patch was shaved to an almost discernible thin line of hair. Another mystery for her observant self.
She spent the next few minutes performing for her neighbors, displaying her body in a wide variety of poses based on Jack's gestures and directions. She had no trouble interpreting what he wanted. In fact, she felt as though she could anticipate his wishes, though she was careful never to act until he ordered it. Her strict adherence made her hot and horny.
The observer part of her was again wondering where this was going when the two other women abruptly approached her and began caressing and groping her naked body. As Terese tweaked Kyra's nipples and breasts, Terri ran her hands up and down her hips and outer thighs, as though testing the firmness of her flesh. Kyra stood stock still, her eyes locked on Jack, waiting patiently for his next order, even as her nerves tingled from the attention of the two women. At his next gesture, she clasped her hands behind her head, in a classic slave pose, even though her conscious mind could never recall having ever stood that way. Somehow she just knew to thrust her breasts out and tuck her ass in, standing with her legs spread at shoulder width and her hands locked soundly behind her head.
With her so submissively positioned, the women's explorations quickly grew bolder and more intimate. Soon Terri was playing with the folds of Kyra's pussy, while Terese was slapping Kyra's ass in a way that was both aggressive and erotic. All the while, Jack sat mesmerized by the spectacle, lightly stroking his hard member through his shorts. All at once, she could see in his eyes that he'd made a decision, though she felt no trepidation as to what it may be. Her only thought was to obey.
In seconds Jack had shed his clothing and was perched on the edge of the sofa. His body was a bit flabby, in contrast to his thick and firm cock, which protruded from between his legs like a missile. Following his orders, Kyra knelt before him, hands still clasped behind her head. The obedient animal inside of her could sense what was coming, and she actually began salivating in advance of the next order. His nod was all she needed. Without a single thought to the neighbor women looking on, she bent forward and took his thick rod into her mouth. She sucked it dutifully but not passionately, always on the lookout for another order from him. After a few moments, he bent forward and whispered into her ear. All of a sudden her dispassionate blowjob turned into a burning desperation within her. She had to suck his cock now! Had to pull every drop of jizz deep into her mouth, to be tasted and savored and then finally swallowed to quench the inferno that had just blossomed between the folds of her pussy. She still couldn't use her hands, so she frantically bobbed her head up and down over his rock hard shaft. While any other woman might wonder whether that cock would soon be finding a home between her legs, Kyra entertained no such questions. Her mind was focused like a laser on the task before her, and no other thoughts would intrude unless he planted them there.
So Kyra hardly even noticed when Terese's fingers penetrated her steaming hot cunt hole, or when Terri's lips and teeth locked on her bobbing tits. She was past being fondled. She was being invaded, raped even, and yet she only took notice of it as a sensation that was stoking her desperate, wanton passion. She could feel a thumb flicking her clit, two fingers digging deep into her cunt, wet lips sucking at her tit, nails digging into her ass. But the cock in her mouth took all her focus. The big, mushroom helmet. The throbbing veins. The muscles below the skin. The heavy balls in the taut sack. And inside it all, the pool of sizzling cum ready to erupt into her mouth, coating her tongue with thick white lava. She felt like the goddess of fire, the volcano queen, working hard to bring a life-giving nectar to the surface. Her head pounded with the buzzing, which had no rhythm but entranced her all the same.
She could feel his cock beginning to twitch and prepared herself for the coming torrent. But to her surprise he pulled out of her mouth, leaving her desperately confused and frustratingly desirous. Had she somehow displeased him? She could only watch helplessly as he motioned his wife to lay on the sofa. Somehow in all the excitement the two women had shed their clothes. She noted that Terri had big, full natural breasts that sagged under their own weight. Terese was much smaller breasted, but had a rounded bubble butt, as Tom was fond of calling it. Both their faces were flushed with desire, and Terri eagerly dropped onto the sofa and spread her legs for Jack's straining spear.
Kyra watched in dismay as Jack penetrated Terri's cunt, sinking his cock into her to the hilt. Her pussy screamed for relief even as his cock rubbed Terri's pussy into a frictional frenzy. Her nipples twitched and strained even as he bent and suckled his wife's nipples, his fuck rhythm never wavering. She burned to throw herself between them, if only to lick his quivering cock as it stroked into her friend's sopping wet pussy. Yet he had clearly meant for her to stay in place, torturing her with the nearness of her release from this sexual prison.
Even with that order of obedience in place, Kyra could hardly contain herself when Jack pulled his cock out with a wet, sucking sound, and proceeded to shoot his load onto his wife's gaping pussy. All that precious fluid! Wasted! Kyra could see, could even smell her goal, but was constrained from reaching it.
