The Whoremaker Ch 13

"Is that all that happened?" Ellie asked as we walked out of school.

"There's more but we'll have to-"

"Master!" A heard a shout at the school gates. "Master, I've missed you so much."

Joleen came running, she wore her old glamorous clothing. It was quite strange given how she normally dressed.

Ellie glared at her. "Michael, she's making a scene!"

When she reached me, Joleen jumped toward me. In fact, she jumped so high that I had to catch her in the air, so that she wouldn't fall down. Visibly excited, she swung her feet almost playfully. You'd think that she had forgotten she had sworn to expose me.

"Master, I missed you sooo much. I haven't seen you in forever. Do you like my old attire? I remember that this is what got your attention when we met."

"Will you stop calling me Master?" I snapped. "People can hear you."

I put her down, and her face saddened, "Does my behaviour not please you, Master? I hope I didn't offend you, I was just so excited. I will do better next time."

Now Ellie stared at her. "Mikey, what's with her? Is she in some kind of trance?"

I shook Joleen a bit, kinda hoping she'd snap out of it. It didn't do anything productive."Master," she said, "is this a new game? Do you plan on shaking me into excitement?"

I looked at Ellie. "I think the demon possessed her, and made her into an airheaded lovestruck girl."

"Well what do we do about it then?" Ellie muttered.

"I don't know, these powers did not come with a manual. I think it wears off but I don't know how long that would take."

Ellie rolled her eyes. "So are you going to take her home with you? Because if it was the demon then it's been about twenty four hours, now, since it happened."

"I guess I don't have a choice?" I said, still looking into Joleen's eyes. They were almost empty in expression, and stayed fixed on me. It was as if she couldn't look in any other direction.

"Ahem..." Ellie coughed, audibly.

I turned around to see as Ellie slanted her head. She seemed annoyed, as if she was expecting something. Expecting something from me? Something to say? Something to remember? What could possibly be so important...

Oh shit. "Prom!"

"Finally remembered, well good at least you're not a complete idiot. You promised to take me, or I made you promise me at least. Also pretty sure you're supposed to wear a suit and tie. Which I'm guessing you haven't bought."

My confused and shocked face answered all her questions, before she held my hand.

"We're going to have to get you all dapper before tonight, luckily for you I know a place."

"What about Joleen?" Who had somehow managed to keep a firm grip on my arm as we walked to my bike. "We can't just leave her in this state."

"How did she even survive this long in this state? Can't you order her to go home or behave, like you usually do?"

I thought it was rather harsh to just leave Joleen like this, a husk or bimbo zombie. She kept randomly giggling. She seemed extremely enamoured by me. Her gaze never left me, her eyes were dilated like she was having a rush of adrenalin. Her body was warm to the touch, sometimes even hot in some areas. It was like she was on a high from some insane new drug.

"Ellie please, I don't want her to be all alone. Dad was telling me that someone could die from these after effects."

"Really?" Ellie eyes, her eyebrows raised with scepticism.

"Okay, not really. He sorta kinda suggested it; I'm worried about her."

"Agh," Ellie groaned, "Fuck Michael, you have to be nice to everybody. Okay let her ride on your bike, and I'll call a cab and we'll meet at the mall, okay?

I smiled, "Thanks El."

"Don't mention it. No, seriously, never mention it."

I put the helmet on Joleen's head. Thank goodness she wasn't letting go of me. I was worried her brain would randomly decide to let go and that she'd fall off the bike. I considered maybe leaving her with Ellie but I was concerned that Ellie would leave her to fend for herself.

I rode to the mall with Joleen. It was a miracle we got there safely. Whilst waiting for Ellie, I wondered just how Joleen had been doing for all this time. The highly intense sex she had with my possessed body kinda left her unconscious last I remembered. The fuck was immense and incredibly satisfying. Possibly the best fuck I have ever had yet I didn't think to watch where she went after. How she was mentally, Instead, I was too focused on my own problems. Then I thought I could just ask her. Maybe I would get straight answers.

"Where were you after I left you yesterday?"

"Oh Master, I went home, to where I stay. I was so happy when you used me like a fucktoy that I was trying to find which outfits you'd like me to wear. I kept trying on everything I owned. My mother tried to make me stop but I dealt with her. Then -"

"Dealt with her? What do you mean, dealt with her?" I started to panic.

"I mean she was trying to get in my way to please my Master. So I put her in her place. Taught her that no one ever messes with my Master. And I'm sure she got the message." Joleen smiled and raised her nose up in pride, "Are you proud of me, Master?"

"Please tell me what exactly you did to your mother -- exactly!" OK, I was panicking.

"Nothing really Master, I just knocked her out. I didn't want to end her, maybe you'd want her for a meal. My mom is super hot, Master, and I know she'll take a liking to your big cock. May I please suck it whilst we wait for your other fuckdoll?"

"No, I mean yes, I mean no..." I rubbed my eyes to try and remove the image she'd put in my head.

Joleen licked her lips and smiled seductively. "I know you want it, Master, this whore is ready to be fucked tonight. I hope the plan you have made comes to fruition."

"What plan?" I looked at her again. Where had that come from?

"Don't you know the plan, Master? You told me about it in great detail, as you took me to my eighth orgasm yesterday. I was enjoying being fucked too much to remember most of it, though. I tend to forget things when you're making use of my holes. I'm so happy you used all of them too, Master... oh my gosh thinking about what's going to happen tonight is making me so horny!"

"Joleen, you still haven't told me about the plan," I spat, losing my composure.

"Oh, yes, the plan... gosh I remembered after I knocked out my Mom. I played with myself all day thinking about it. Imagine just how wonderful it will be to watch it happen, and to have you be my Master. To service you and be your cum depository. Ahh! Fuck can we please hurry up and have some fun, Master?"

Joleen started rubbing her breast, without any care in the world that we were in a public mall. I stopped her, but she just used her other hand. My phone rang and it was Ellie.

"Hi," I said, "yeah I am going to need some help."

"Almost there, just keep her under control a little longer."

Keeping her under control was not being easy, At times, Joleen seemed unstoppable. Her body just wanted to fuck, well, anything really. First she rubbed herself against the railing. Then she saw male mannequins, with which she got ... acquainted. That set off a few parents who started asking where all our morals had gone.

Next, she tried to undress me. Her speed at undoing my belt was impressive, but I had to hold her back. It's not that she was strong, but she was certainly fast and agile, slipping in and out of my arms like a wet fish. I had to tie her down. Eventually Ellie arrived.

"Hi, I saw a few elderly women walking out, outraged and talking about a perverse black girl. Realised that had to be you two."

"It was her," I said. "I'm not even trying to be a perv this time, but she can't keep still. I don't know what else to do!" I raised my voice.

Ellie put her hands up, "Mikey, breathe, okay? it's just one girl, right, not a whole strip club. We can handle this. Let's first try to get you your suit for tonight. Then we'll figure out where to place her."

I took deep breaths as we sat on the bench. Joleen was still tied up, but she was also still trying to move and get free. I think that an attractive man had walked by, and that she wanted to jump him. Most likely, to rub herself all over this new man. Once I calmed down, Ellie took me to one of the fancy shops where she had me try on several suits.

They all felt funky to me, but we did find one that she liked and I could tolerate. Maybe it was the darker aesthetic, it made me feel like a Bond villain. The fabric didn't shine at all in the light. It was cut so that you noticed my broad shoulders. Ellie's eyes lit up, and so did mine when I looked at the mirror.

"We'll take it!" she said out loud.

I checked the price and loudly gasped, "I can't afford this!"

"Don't worry," Ellie responded, "I got it." She winked and smiled, indulging in the view.

I watched her drop a Mastercard on the front desk with the suit in a bag. I had forgotten that she was rich. All this time, she had hardly ever flaunted her wealth. If anything, you'd think we were on the same level.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What about me?" she answered.

"Your dress, where is it?"

"Honey, you will see it when you pull up on that bike at my place. Don't be late, seven pm, and find a place to put..." We both looked and noticed the empty bench. The makeshift restraints I had made were broken, gnawed off in fact.

"Fuck!" We said in unison.

"Well now I have to find her, so you go back home and get ready and I'll be there at seven."

Ellie gave me that look, that same worried look she'd been giving me these past few days. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked, even when she was clearly upset. The way her eyebrows dropped and her eyes went watery. Her lips twitched just a little, as if she was going to cry.

"I promise to be there at seven, I just need to make sure Joleen's okay. You wouldn't love me if I was the type to not care about people in need. I know that, and you know that."

Ellie nodded and wiped her tears, "I'm taking this," she grabbed the bag with my new suit and shoes. "You'll dress up at my place in case it takes you a while to find her."

We hugged and just as I turned to leave, Ellie pulled me back in. "You forgot something."

When her lips met mine, time seemed to stop. We kiss, her tongue explores my mouth like it's never been in there before. It's a wet kiss, it's deep and it's passionate. Most of all it's in public. I hear people snicker and giggle; a few shout obscenities at us. But a few call it "hot" and "sexy." Some even say they want "that." I hear a few camera-snaps from people capturing our love. At this point, I figure why not give them more. I step into Ellie until our bodies are touching, then pick her up rather easily in fact. Instinctively she wraps her legs around me and her hands hold on to my neck. We keep kissing, we kiss for far too long, as whistles and hollers intensify, and eventually people are cheering us on. Mostly from people our age, who appreciate a bit of a free show at the mall.

I put Ellie down and time started up again. She went her way, and I started to look for Joleen -- getting fist bumps from a few random guys along the way. I remembered that I had new senses that could tell me where "my girls" might be. Joleen should be ... in that direction ... and I started to walk over there. Then it seemed she wasn't on the premises. I could faintly sense her lust. I went outside, and realised my senses were taking me back to where I had parked my bike. The bike that was gone.

I tapped my pockets, "When did she get my keys?" I said in a frustrated humph. Now my thoughts were she could be anywhere right now. I guessed whilst I kept trying to keep her under control she'd picked them from my pocket. If that's the case then why, where did she plan to go? It didn't seem she had any other thoughts on her mind other than sex.

I needed another way to find her, or track her so I called Snyder. He'd given me his number in hopes I'd pass it to aunt Susan -- I didn't.

"Heerrllo," the man said, sounding somewhat drunk

"Aren't you still at work?"

"They asked me to chaperone the prom, I am not going to watch a bunch of horny teens awkwardly dance whilst I'm sober. My wife left me, my kids left me, but euphoria is only a few sips away."

I did somewhat feel sorry for the old man, he seemed to be down on himself. I was going to need to get him something to look forward to, but that would have to wait.

I got straight to the point. "Where does Joleen live?"

Joleen's house

DING DONG...

DING DONG...

I rang the doorbell a few more times but no answer. I was about to give up when I heard noises from inside. Upstairs. I couldn't see the windows but I could sense it. Someone was fucking inside the house, I didn't know who. I wondered what was happening so I had to climb. To someone watching from the street, it must have looked like I was trying to scale the house to burst open a window and rob the place -- like I had at the Mathews home. This time, I only wanted to look through the window.

This was easy, I got up to the window quickly and looked inside. I saw an older black woman getting royally pounded by a young black man and an older black man. I didn't know who they were, but it was possible that the two middle aged adults were Joleen's parents and the other guy was their eldest son. I didn't know enough about the family to be certain. If true, well, it was sexy -- but also kinda disturbing.

How or why were they so horny? Joleen couldn't have made them do this, could she? Was it possible that Joleen now had her own ability to make other people have sex? This would help explain how the bus incident happened. I've effectively used transference myself, back when I accidentally made my mom seduce me. It's inconsistent though, it doesn't always work that way. Sometimes girls seduce other girls or other men, gradually.

This scene actually had me thinking how my powers worked and made me forget that I was on the side of a house peering into it.

"Hey kid, what are you doing?" I looked down, and saw a man looking up at me. He was out walking his dog.

I looked back at the people in the family orgy. When they heard his shout, they froze, then looked toward the sound -- toward the window. For a few brief moments they and I stared awkwardly at each other. Both men were still balls-deep inside the woman, the first time I'd seen a woman take two dicks simultaneously like that. At least in real life.

I quickly looked down. "Oh sorry, I am looking for my girlfriend. She's not answering her phone, I was worried."

"Bro, if she ain't interested -- just move on yeah." He turned away and resumed walking his dog. I started to get down but before I could, the window opened and the father dragged me in. He was stronger than I expected.

"Listen, he said, "it's not what it looks like, okay? Me and my son, we're not fucking my wife. So whatever it is you think you saw, didn't happen." The man growled at me. There was a threat in his voice, he was a fit guy. He didn't frighten me, he still had no chance against me in a fight. I was more annoyed that he thought threatening me was a good idea. The younger black man seemed just as imposing as his dad. I could tell they were probably willing to bring me to the brink of death to keep their secret. The woman -- my senses told me that she

was

his wife -- covered up, now suddenly embarrassed that I had just seen her kissing this man whom I realised was definitely her own son.

So the husband wanted me to think that she wasn't his wife, that this wasn't a family party? As if I cared. The real question in my mind was, how did this happen? When did Joleen infect her family? It's possible Joleen has a virus of some form, perhaps one that affected Bryanna. With the way things had progressed, it's likely it was gradual, not as immediate as the bus situation. Maybe this happens with people she has some form of interaction with, a close relationship maybe. Maybe they immediately start being more preverse.

"Did you hear us punk, you ain't seen nothing -- right?" The son spoke up.

"Oh yeah, I didn't see anything at all. Do you guys know where Joleen is?"

"What do you want with my daughter pervert?"

"Ta'Quan, he's gonna tell. You know he is!" The woman blurted out, clearly very worried.

"What are you crying for, Michelle, you're the one who wanted this... I found you and Derrick fucking like rabbits. I should have tossed your ass out, or better yet called the police. Yet you know, that thick black ass of yours," he gave it a spank, "man you know I can't resist that. So nah, we're good. He good, right? What's your name son?"

Michelle blushed. Yes, she was Joleen's mother. I could tell that she'd likely been the one who started all this. Her libido must have skyrocketed and she didn't care that Derrick was her son. Likely it spread to the father, who found himself joining in the raunchy action. I realised that I was probably looking in the wrong place. If Joleen had done this, then I needed to visit her friends, Bryanna and Tawny.

I then got up to leave, "You ain't going nowhere son, tell us your name and let's sit down and talk."

They would spend time, my precious time, arguing about whether or not they should force me to keep their dirty little secret. They expected that I'd keep quiet as they went back and forth, trying to figure out the right thing to do. I didn't care. When the father reached out to hold my hand, I swatted him away and gave him a shove which got him to crash against the wall. I found this amusing, given that none of them had decided it was worth putting clothes on. The son was a bit stunned that I'd pushed his father so easily into the wall.

"Ahh, yo, um, we don't want no trouble alright. We just, we just you know... the song, Sweet Home Alabama." The young boy sang the whole thing. I was smiling; inside, I was laughing.

"Listen," I said, "I just want to find Joleen. Do you know where she is?"

Joleen's mother spoke up, "I ain't seen her since she attacked me last night, I think she might be at that girl Bryanna's place. She wanted to spend the night there since I told her she won't be attending that orgy fest that you teens have at Prom. She better not come back, she knows she'll get a hiding when she does." The irony of the mother saying that given she was just fucking her son and husband.

As for Joleen, there was probably a plan made by the girls who still planned to go to the prom, and Joleen had probably lied when she said that she would be at Bryanna's place.

"Where does Bryanna stay?"

Her brother Derrick said, "I think it's a few blocks down from here, she sometimes walks there." Derrick was still naked, but he was covering his still erect dick.

"Thanks, that's more than helpful," I said and stepped downstairs and outside. Then I ran down the street. It took a few minutes of running before I sensed the scent of lust in the air. That faint scent -- it wasn't Joleen. It was probably Bryanna, I followed it to a fancy mansion, which is surprisingly bigger than Ellie's home. This time I couldn't just scale the house to see inside. The mansion had a rather smooth wall and I could see that the compound was well guarded. How could I get inside? Then I had an idea.

"Hey hey, yo bro," I called to the guard, "mind letting me in?" The bald man clearly had no patience for me. Ignoring me like I was some bum.

"Who are you?" he said curtly without changing his gaze from the newspaper.

"Bro, don't you know what day it is?" I said, trying to sound cool, "It's prom day, big homie. My girl is in there with my other main squeeze, and you know they wanted me to pick them up." I rolled my eyes. "I was like nah bitch, you really think I'm gonna come all the way out here to pick you up? I don't even have a car! So then the bitch says that either I come out or she stays in."