Tuesday, Again - Kidnapped!
It was time for my ten AM shutdown / 'nap'.
Daddy had to go out to attend to some errands, but Christie promised to nurse Adele along so my drunken little master could with luck still go to the mall with me when I came back on-line. My lusty aunt also told me she'd get in touch with Maria to see if our two sexy neighbors could join us for some evening entertainment.
Content, I settled my tired ass down onto the welcoming probe projecting from my chair, and relaxed as it slithered up to dock. A little buzz and then ...
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"Hey!" said Adele.
"Geez!" was my snappy comeback. It was Tuesday afternoon, and time to go to the mall ... assuming Adele had recovered from the Raggedy Anne. Apparently she had - she was wearing a mid-thigh sun dress from my growing 'nearly acceptable in public' collection, and a chipper expression.
"Aren't you used to that yet? Come on and get dressed. Carl's waiting. Oh, and wear another toy. I'd like to see the worm in action."
"Eww!" An order is an order, though, so I poked around until I found a drawer labeled 'Das Worm'. This turned out to be much like my T-Flex, except that the knob at one end was a long-snouted dragon head. "Hey," I said, "This is actually pretty cool!"
"Damn - it really is! No time for that now, though. Let's roll."
Reluctantly, I garaged the thing inside me - no point in scaring Carl. Once I'd thrown on a more-or-less legal skirt and tube top, and some flashy boots, I helped our driver get over the stress of waiting. This time I prepaid our fare standing up, with my back against the front door ... and my left heel on his right shoulder, for easier access.
Some of my later self-pleasuring activities on the trip to the mall (which included lifting my skirt to squish Carl's leaking cum all around my swollen pussy lips) got him tense again - or at least stiff. I intended to take care of that as soon as we arrived, but Adele told him that he could just wait until later when he'd picked us up again. Poor Carl. I reached over to his waiting dick and pumped him a few times with his own grease, but I'm not sure that helped.
When we got inside, we started out with a quick circuit of the place, scanning for cute boys just like the old days - as in, before Lacy. Although yesterday Adele had agreed we should give our new friend Ms. Mountshaft a day of rest, and see what other fun (read naughtiness) we could find, no likely candidates turned up during our first lap of the lower level. I could tell Adele was getting restless, 'cause she told me how she still wanted to try on a shiny green blouse we'd seen in Mariko's shop. And so back we went.
Mariko smiled when we appeared in her door, but she looked a little shop-worn, as it were. "Hiya!"
"Hiya," I answered. Without even discussing tactics, Adele veered left to check out the dress she fancied, while I chatted up Mariko. I remembered to play the bimbo the pretty shopkeeper was familiar with - and discovered I could turn up my pheromone output to match. "How are tricks?"
The girl giggled a little madly, and said, "Most excellent! Susan stayed the night - she only just slipped out a while ago to round up some food."
"Susan?"
"You know," said Mariko with a blush. "The woman we played with yesterday?"
Susan - Stella - whatever. I'd been close, anyway. "Susan. Right. So you guys fucked from when we left right through 'til this morning?"
"Well, mostly. We slept for a bit, and I sold a few hats just before lunch."
No wonder she looked like an unmade bed ... in a sexy sort of way. Her hair was tousled, and her white linen blouse was missing buttons from collar down to between her elegant little breasts. Without thought, she reached through the high side-slit of her wrinkled and slightly-stained grey skirt to scratch her bum - the red thong was long gone.
"Cool," I said. "So you wanna play with us for a bit, while you wait?"
The shop-girl's answer was to come out from behind the counter, popping her remaining few buttons as she removed her blouse, and clearing her skirt away for action.
It occurred to me that Mariko had already seen my T-Flex, and her eagerness now suggested she'd approved of it. And she seemed so sex-addled that the substitution for Das Worm shouldn't be an issue. Even as I though this through, my body was engaging the inside end of the still untried thing, which involved feeding it out of my vag about ten inches. All I needed to do then was hoist the thing up and let it lift my skirt hem clear.
"Holy FUCK!" Mariko was impressed.
So was I - as I lifted up its leathery head, it blinked its golden eyes in the light, and flickered its tongue at the owner of the cunt it was clearly coveting.
Right on cue, my redheaded Mistress hustled over with the coveted green dress in one hand and her recently shed sundress in the other. Like our host, her perky little titties had no need of a bra, nor was her derriere coddled with panties - which left her wearing only sandals and a short-lived grin. "OMYGOD!"
"Um. Adele - does it, like, breath fire?"
Apparently this possibility didn't trouble Mariko - she had a firm grip on its base and was dragging it, and me, to plug it into her drooling ...
"Jesus H Christ!" It was my turn to comment on my Worm, because I had suddenly tuned into the input from my 'little head': I now was looking into a vast fleshy pink cavern, which was flooding over with divinely scented juices as I watched. Eagerly I thrust forward, and felt all that hot spongy flesh wrap tightly around me. Even as her darkness closed in, I found that Mariko's contents tasted just as good as they smelled. Deeper, and deeper, with my snout forcing a path and the girl's juices lubricating more and more of my long neck ... well, it was all I could do to remember to keep the rest of me standing.
With two-thirds of my length snugly installed, I found myself stuck. And then, finally, I began to use my body to pull me out until Marko's clutching gates were just behind my ears, and then drive me fiercely back again - over and over, determined to fully penetrate her secret depths. She started to moan, a long, low note that resonated all around me. Holy fuck indeed.
When I bottomed out (insofar as I could feel her pussy lips kissing my own) I lost it, and felt the first rounds of my cum surge up my throat. I stopped pumping and clutched the now whimpering Mariko's hips to keep myself deep inside her. Luckily Adele saw that I literally needed some support - she dropped her stuff and wrapped her lovely body to my side to help brace me. That was well timed, because I nearly fell over when my spunk blasted out of my mouth.
The stuff was forced into the negligible space between my dragon head and all the engorged tissue that gripped me; and some improbable instinct (or programming) impelled me to start thrusting again, as if to propel my goo into Mariko's womb with my face. She shuddered and cried out in pleasure - and at last she began to come. I was, of course, crush resistant and far too focused on the amazing sensations from all around me to do anything but plunge on. I heard yet another voice grunting rhythmically as I toiled on, but it wasn't until I spat a final blast of tasty jizz into the slimy grotto clenching my length that I realized that the grunts were mine.
I stopped - both the thrusting and the grunting - when I felt another naked girl press herself against me, opposite Adele. This newest tactile experience might have pulled me back to myself, but I'd halted at the bottom of my stroke. I couldn't resist probing yet further, slipping my forked tongue past the tight entrance to Mariko's inner realm, tasting whether my admittedly artificial semen had found its way into her uterus.
This time, she screamed, and slumped limply against me.
My two spotters had to lower both Mariko and I to the floor. Even I was mildly addled, and when I came around, my dragon head was still buried inside the girl. Well, I thought. That was intense. Gradually I focused on my surroundings - the shop, that is, not the inside of my current lover's still trembling love tunnel - and took in the lovely view of Adele and Susan (of course) writhing together alongside us, in a nest of scattered clothing.
Gently I unplugged my Worm and stowed him away, not wanting the cold light of day to confuse the issue, and then got up to rather belatedly put up the 'out to lunch' sign. I was planning to stick around and get horizontal again with my friends, but then I spotted a PleasureDroid walk stiffly past. She wasn't one of the units I'd seen back on Sunday - this one was blonde, like Greta, but less athletic looking. That is to say, she was sluttishly fleshy - even more than me. Her curves had been squeezed into a skimpy but expensive-looking red dress.
I looked back, and realized Mariko was still out cold (with a gratifying smile on her face), and the other two most thoroughly occupied. It seemed like a good chance to find out a bit more about my condition, as it were, so I quickly dressed and slipped out the door to follow the droid.
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I didn't get far when a man's voice directly behind me said, "Tipperary," and I felt a hand grip my shoulder. Although lately I'd found that I - or more exactly Lacy - occasionally liked it rough, I was startled and reacted without thought (I know - no surprise there). I simply spun around and gave the guy a two-handed shove.
He looked as shocked as me as he soared away. I don't know how far he would have gone, 'cause a wall stopped him up real sudden. He slid to the floor in a way that reminded me of Adele's drug-induced limpness that same morning - except for the cartoonish man-shaped dent in the drywall above him, and all the plaster dust sifting down.
I didn't have time to see if he was dead or alive, because as it happened he had a partner who'd also watched him land. "It's 'topiary', you moron," said the second guy.
