A Bimbo Plague Redux
Part 016
Tom looked about his despoiled living room now his present concerns were taken care of.
Pamela Hope--his GoddessSlave was forgiven and welcomed back into the fold where she belonged. His precious BabyGirl HollySlave and his wicked Valkyrie TaniaSlave were His without question, His and His alone forever. Tom's powerful feelings of possessiveness might have felt foreign or even alarming to his old self but the idea that he should not only
fuck
such beautiful women but transform and
own
them so completely as well seemed only
right
to him now.
It was just the details of how exactly he made that happen and how he could replicate it that needed straightening out...
Oh sure, Tom could walk out onto the street right now. His Herculean physique and endlessly insatiable monster cock would draw in the XXX-infected sluts like the same fashion that a black hole draws in all of creation. He could fuck his way through legions of the gorgeous wanton whores, each one passing out in delirious cum-addled bliss at just a whiff of his potent mancum but then what good were they?
They would be empty barren vessels that would soak up his godseed like rain onto a sun-baked desert landscape. Always desiring more but never giving anything back. Never bringing forth new life.
Tom wasn't so deluded as to think it was his seed alone that was changing them. He had basted his little princess--still so light in his strong Daddy arms--in his opulent output. Filled her with it but before his PamelGoddess had nourished her,
mothered
her with sacramental milk, HollySlave was just like the rest of them. Eye candy at best. Only good for a pump and dump if he was feeling idle or horny and only in the case that one of
His
owned women wasn't around to receive his magnanimity.
They were, after all, above all others in status purely on the single, simple merit that they were
His.
His women. His lovers. His possessions and when they walked through the streets glowing with radiant good health, supreme strength, impossible beauty and fat fertile bellies filled with Tom's heirs... other infected would bow before their inspired perfection. Knowing themselves inferior on a base animal level of instinct.
All because they were His and they loved him,
adored
him for it!
Tom could see it in his TaniaSlut's eyes, her bright emerald gaze fixated on his face wide with fanatical desire to please him. Desperately yearning for him in every possible way. The glimmer of wickedness in the periphery a silent promise that she would do
anything
he asked of her without question or moral qualm.
Stars above but Tom loved his wicked warrior woman as she held herself propped up against him, drawing in hard for air after their latest shared release. Her long full crimson locks falling down her svelte naked form like a soft, silken cloak of living hellfire, plastered in parts to her glowing shining sweat-slickened skin.
His hand returned to her smoothly muscled shelf of an ass and gave it a greedy squeeze making her moan huskily, biting her plush full bottom lip in a pout of desire. He could feel her hot tit-flesh plastered against his ribs. The moisture of her sweet lactate smeared and leaked down his side as she rubbed her bullet stiff nipples into his warm skin. It was this honeyed ambrosia Tom needed to confirm a few suspicions...
Tom was all but certain that his PamelaGoddess had the milk to change other common XXX-infected into her own new super-strain but did the same properties pass on to the new host? Would his TaniaSlut be able to convert regular XXX-infected girls with her breast milk? Would his BabyGirl Princess be able to?
If Pamela was the only one able to pass the strain then that would represent a bottleneck in the means of expanding his fertile harem and building his new kingdom but if not.... Well there was only one way to find out and his precious BabyDoll was preoccupied right now as he gave the SchoolSlut's leaking teat a thoughtful lick making her gasp and giggle.
"Tania, I need you-"
"Mmmm~
Yes Lord! Take me again, you needn't even ask. Just grab me whenever and fill my every hole..."
Tom held up his forefinger cutting off his over-eager SexWarrior and began over.
"Tania, bring me one of your unanointed sisters. We shall nourish them with your milk then see if they become worthy of receiving my royal seed."
"Please Tom, m-my Love. Allow me..." His Pamela Slave stuttered, rising shakily from the floor and straightening herself up.
Even in a freshly face-fucked state she was a heart-wrenching beauty. With her cum-stained lingerie and disheveled hair she was still hot enough to cause traffic accidents by simply walking down the sidewalk. Or to grace a runway in a Parisian High Fashion exhibition bringing world-class designers to tears with her unparalleled inner radiance.
With a few flicks of her hair and quick touch-ups to her face Pamela looked perfect again. No one would be able to guess she had recently been choking and swallowing her master's gargantuan GodCock. It throbbed anew just at the sight of her.
"Don't even bother, Sweetie." His TaniaSlut replied with a saccharine sweet smile, "Our Master has asked me to take this one. So why don't you just keep his glorious Cock warm for me until I get back?"
PamelaGoddess didn't need telling twice or any further encouragement. She just glided up to him with inhuman grace and pressed her incredibly luscious figure up against Tom's front. Wrapping her long slender arms around his chest she trapped his hot slick godcock up between the press of their bodies and let her fingertips gently trace the rocky musculature of his back.
Her fingers were feather soft, her manicured nails tracing lines of pleasure across his skin as she pushed herself firmly up against him. Looking up into his face with an expression of pure love, endless devotion and true worship.
"I love you my Master, my Tom," She murmured up at him, her lips were so moist, so plush, like perfect strawberry pillows glossed with his glistening cum. "You are more than I could have ever imagined. So perfect and powerful. I'm getting so wet by just smelling you, can you feel how hot you make me? All for you, Lord."
Her body was glowing with warmth and Tom could feel the heat of her pussy washing against his crotch like a bonfire. Her skin was softer than the most expensive silk stockings, rubber smooth and devoid of any flaw or imperfection. His tumescent manmeat was pressed up against her sculpted belly and sternum with its swollen head nestled in the soft valley of her mountainous under-boob.
It felt as though it were wrapped within a sheath of the richest satin. Pamela groaned in carnal need as it throbbed heavily against her, tingling like a live wire from the magical touch of her skin. The sexy goddess buried her face in his chest to lick and nibble at his flesh like some wanton sex-kitten.
She really was in a league of her own. Even in the presence of divine celestial bodies like HollySlave and TaniaSlut. If Tom was mighty Mars then Pamela was his perfect submissive Venus and the rest of their girls would be the many moons in their joint orbit. With a final lick at his BabyGirl's puckered nipple followed by a hungry claim of her pouting princess lips, Tom lowered his SchoolSlut back to her unsteady feet to wrap both of his powerful muscle-corded arms around his GoddessSlave and pull her tightly to him.
"Mine."
It was a single, simple word but delivered with such rumbling finality that it made his PamelaGoddess quiver and gasp in his embrace. Tom held her up as her knees went weak and a pulse of something warm and wet splattered against the base of his monster cock, dripping down his swelling balls. She had cum hard and urgently as he claimed her in a single command.
"Yeessss~ gasp
Yours m-my Love!" She stammered, the quivering and shifting of her golden body against his raging mandick sending a pleasant shudder through him. Coaxing out a thick burst of precum to paint the underside of her spectacular cleavage which just made her moan again.
"I love my pretty Mommy and my big strong Daddy," His HollyGirl declared happily in her girly sing-song voice as she hugged them both. Mashing her massive overblown SchoolSlut knockers against their linked arms. "Maybe I can suck my Mommy's hot boobies again while my Daddy fills my little girl womb with all his yummy scrummy Daddy cum?"
"That sounds nice Princess, Daddy just needs to check on a few things first."
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Tania looked down at the three remaining XXX-sluts in the room. Grabbing them by their wrists, ankles and even their hair she had manhandled them easily into place leaned up against the television cabinet. They felt nearly weightless in her grasp and she marveled at her new strength. Another gift from her perfect Lord,
ungh~
Tania loved him so much!
They moaned and groaned a bit at her rough handling but didn't come out of their cum-addled daze. There was so much of
Him
in the room now. The smell and taste of his ambient seed in the air made her shudder in bliss and knocked these
lesser
XXX-infected out like junkies getting second-hand high in a smoky Chinese opium den.
She had to avert her eyes from his powerful, magnificent body so she could get this done for him. Otherwise Tania would get nowhere, unable to do anything but stare adoringly at him and sink her nimble fingers into the molten heat between her sleek thighs. Obeying him was a thrilling pleasure in itself though and she felt her ever-gushing pussy thrum in sizzling hot ecstasy at the knowledge she was following
His
orders.
It was like her TomKing was gifting her with a sweet little cum for being an obedient extension of his worldly desires.
...And that was all Tania was, wasn't she? A good little FuckPet purpose built to ride his glorious GodCock all day long. To take in all his thick voluminous seed. To follow his loving commands and live her life in a pleasure filled pink fog where any thoughts other than those concerning him popped like so many silly soap bubbles.
Yes, that is all she was now and it was all
sooo~
much nicer than her life before.
Looking down at the three unworthy offerings at her feet she could feel the sneer creeping over her face. She had been like them only a short time ago. So base, so weak, so insignificant. Now she was one of
