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*****
Sugar Tits stood up between Demona's thighs and kissed her. Usually, sex with Demona was hard and rough. She liked to bite.
But, this was making love. Demona moaned into the kiss and pressed her body against Sugar Tits.
When the kiss ended, Sugar Tits leaned back and caressed the doctor's pale white face. "I love you, Demona."
"I love you too, Sugar." She teared up again. "Don't ever tell anybody I cried. Okay?"
"Tough bitch like you? You never cry," she winked at her and stepped to the side. She looked at the sleeping girl lying on the gurney with the vibrator hanging out of her leaking pussy. "Did you weigh her?"
Demona sighed. "Five foot eight, eighty-five pounds."
"Christ, you have work to do."
Demona nodded. "Don't I know it. What are we making her into? She'd make a nice Cheerleader Whore."
"Nope, she's a special. I'm making a whole set."
"Really?"
"Yep. Fatten her up, 120 pounds at least. Give her some fucking tits, D cups, and Jesus, that flat ass... she looks like a boy. Curve her up."
"Standard internals? Slutifier and egg freeze?"
"No, harvest her eggs and put Empty Preggers in their place."
"Preggo Slut? You want her a Preggo?"
"Just do it, Demona."
"She doesn't have the hips for it!"
Sugar Tits laughed as she walked to the door. "You're a smart girl, figure it out. Now, I got a quick appointment across town followed by a date with a new slut."
***
Gina sat in the kitchen and worried. Ever since her son came home the night before Melanie, the owner of the pizza parlor, and one of her employees disappeared without a trace, he had seemed distant. She knew something was going on with him.
And, God forgive her, she was afraid it had something to do with the disappearances. There seemed to be more and more people going missing every day from Ithaca, mostly from the college. Once, an entire cheerleading squad disappeared on their way back from a game.
Jimmy. That boy was bad. Had he gotten Hank involved in something?
News about the disappearances was becoming sparse. More were happening, but the police were saying nothing. The press was ignoring it.
There were only whispered comments at the market. "
Did you hear about the girl?
"
If Hank was involved, Gina would kill herself. Please, don't let him be involved.
She was running the vacuum cleaner when the doorbell rang.
Gina opened the door. An immensely tall redhead was standing in the door. Behind her were workmen with boxes.
"Gina Rossini?" the tall woman asked. She was wearing a white rubber raincoat.
"Yes. Can I help you?"
"Hank's mother?" The woman smiled sweetly. "I see the resemblance. Such a pretty boy."
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
"My name is Sugar Tits," she said with a smile. The raincoat fell open, revealing a curvaceous body in white bondage attire.
"What?"
The workmen pushed past them into the house.
The woman laid her warm palms on Gina's temples, and everything was fine. It was just fine.
***
The sun was setting when Stacie climbed down from the cab. Ben was asleep in a pool of his jizz and her lube.
She dropped down to the asphalt and almost broke a heel.
It was late.
Home! She needed to go home! The kids would be home from school and the house was empty!
Ben's cum was running down her leg.
She looked down at the slutty outfit she was wearing. She looked like a truck stop whore. Reaching into her bikini top, she realized that was exactly what she was.
Before he fell asleep, Ben had taken a sweaty twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and slid it into her cleavage. "You're a good fuck, bitch." Those were the last words he said before he started snoring.
She stared at the sweaty twenty in her palm.
Oh, my God
, she thought.
What the fuck was going on?
Why had she done all this?! She blinked and shook her head, trying to clear the cotton candy cloud that engulfed her brain.
She had fucked a man, a stranger, let him cum in her unprotected vagina! She felt drugged. Had they drugged her?
Something hummed and clicked.
The Satan Plug buzzed and doubled in size.
She fell to her knees on the asphalt, her sphincter stretching beyond any sane limit.
She struggled back to her feet as the pleasant sensations returned.
Stacie saw her van still sitting where she had parked it that morning.
Run!
The voice that had been screaming in her head returned, and this time she listened.
She ran as fast as she could to the van. Stacie had a spare key hidden in a magnetic box under the driver's side wheel well. She felt for it, found it!
She dropped the magnetic box as she grabbed the key.
She unlocked the door and climbed in. Her latex covered rump squeaked as she slid into the leather seat. A glob of cum leaked out.
"Oh, God! What did they do to me?"
She put the key in the ignition.
Something tapped on the driver's side glass.
Stacie shrieked as she turned and looked.
The pink haired robot girl was staring in at her.
The window rolled down! Stacie fought with the button, but the glass slid down on its own.
The girl reached in and took the key from Stacie's hand. She bent it in half between her thumb and fingers.
"Sorry. If it was up to me, I'd let you go," her tinny voice said. "Heck, I'd go with you. But, you can't escape these people. They're everywhere, and once they have you? Game over."
"Please, Rita. Please, let me go," Stacie whispered.
Rita blinked her eyes and tears ran down her rubber cheeks. "Come on, Stacie. It's fate. You can't fight it. I hate them, but it isn't that bad, not really. You'll see. Get out of the car."
