Author's note: this chapter contains scenes of reluctant/non-consensual sex and genetically altered characters with unusual anatomy.
Chapter 4
Rape and Revelations
Oh fuck!
Her clitoris was
growing!
She maintained a firm grip on his head tightly pressing his nose into her hairy pelvis so he had no way of observing the transformation. But he didn't need to see it to realize what was happening; he knew it all too well from his earlier experienced with Felicia. But
how!?
She wasn't supposed to have that
thing!
She
certainly
didn't have it last time he was fucking her.
"Ahhhhh, here it comes, baby!" she moaned with pleasure and excitement. "Couldn't wait to try it out! That's one of my new
augmentations
, you see. It's not the only one... you've surely noticed improvements to my figure too. Much more muscle and much less fat! My body's gonna stay this was no matter how much I eat or whether I exercise or not! Isn't that that wonderful!" she laughed happily. "And you know what the best part is? I'm not gonna age!
Ever!"
Her bizarre organ was filling the inner space of his mouth at an alarming rate; Mark could feel its pointy tip hitting his pharynx as he started to gag, but Carla only tightened her grip on his head. "Oh yes, darling, choke on my big clit," she moaned, "let's see if I can force it down your throat! You know, you are my
first!
Oh, I was hoping so much I would get to deflower you, baby; such a shame Felicia's beaten me on it. I shouldn't complain about it though... after all, I owe this wonderful new body of mine to your soon to be
mother in law
, Dr. Milena Alto. She is a great woman and a great scientist; you should be
fucking proud
to be engaged to her daughter, not whine about it all the time!"
"Oh yes, this feels sooooo good!" she moaned as the head of her expending appendage forced its way past his pharynx into his esophagus. He started trashing his head as his gag reflex kicked in, but had no chance of breaking free from the dead grip of her strong hands. If anything, this only made his abuser more exited. "Yes, baby, keep doing
this!"
she cried out. "I just love the way it makes your tight warm throat wiggle around me!"
Mark wasn't sure for how long Carla kept him locked in this position. The enormous intruder inside his throat was blocking his airways and he was starting to feel the effects of oxygen deprivation quite acutely.
Fuck!
Was he destined to be suffocated to death after all? Well, at least that would ruin Felicia's sick plans.
"Oh shit, Carla, look at his face, it's all red!" Teresa's voice came to his rescue just as he though he was about to pass out. "You gonna choke him to death this way, pull it out a little! Just so that you are out of his pharynx." Carla's hands yanked his head backward and he grasped for air eagerly as his throat was free again. "Just like that, yes," the other woman continued her instruction. "Give him a few seconds of respire, then you can ram it back in. I know it feels good, but don't keep him locked for too long. Yeah, that should be enough oxygen for our patient, now you jam it back in all the way again," the flight attendant chuckled.
Forcefully, Carla's strong hands pushed Mark's head back toward his cruel destiny. He felt sharp burning pain as her huge shaft abruptly invaded his already sore throat again while his nose was buried once more into her bush. "Oh yes, that feel wonderful!" she moaned. "Teresa, dear, you seem to be quite an expert."
"Oh, I know a thing or two about anatomy," the other woman's voice chuckled. "I'm helping mom at the clinic when Licia doesn't need me, but you already know that, right?"
"Yeah, I remember seeing you there," Carla's voice replied. "You were assisting Dr. Alto during my treatment."
"Yep," Teresa's voice confirmed. "You might want to let our little slutboy breathe now, hun."
"Right," Carla chuckled, pulling Mark's head a little, just as she did before, only to impale his esophagus onto her think wet phallic appendage once more after a few seconds. Again, his abused throat exploded in pain and, again, she moaned in pleasure. "Oh yes, baby, this feels goooood! Am I hurting you?"
"You know, he cannot exactly answer you, dear," Teresa chuckled. "But as a medic, I'm pretty sure it hurts him like hell."
"Serves him right!" Carla giggled in response. She firmly held his head in place now, but pulled back her hips so that only the very tip of her monstrosity remained inside his mouth and then rammed it back in all the way. As she was now using the power of her much stronger thigh and buttock muscles, the penetration turned out to be even more brutal; Mark would've screamed in pain if his vocal cords weren't jammed. Then she repeated the movement again and again picking up her tempo. "Oh yes, I love so much raping that gringo throat of yours!" she moaned. "You've always felt so entitled just because you were a rich guy from a rich country! You've always thought it gave you the right to treat other people like dirt! You've always thought that every girl from a poor country should feel privileged to suck your disgusting tiny dick just because you had a fat wallet! Well, guess what,
bitch!?
The tables are
turning!
Look who's sucking whose dick now!" she giggled extatically. "Thanks to Doña Estella, Dr. Alto and the Sisterhood, things are
fucking changing!
Soon, the
girls like
me
will be running
this fucking world
and the
guys like
you
will be sucking
our fucking dicks!"
"Carla, dear, that was such an inspiring speech!" Teresa clapped her hands and chucked. "But since you've mentioned you wanted to have a go at his
other
fuckhole as well and, since you probably haven't had enough practice controlling your erection yet, you might want to pull out now."
"Oh yes, thank you, darling," Carla withdrew her hideous organ from Mark's mouth, breathing heavily and he also took this opportunity to catch his own breath. Finally, he could take a good look at the
augmentation
she was using to violate his throat. It had the same sleek pointed shape and the same smooth red skin covered with natural lube as Felicia's rape instrument. Even though Carla didn't seem to be quite as big as the blonde pilot lady, her length and girth still dwarfed Mark's own modest dimensions.
"How do you control it?" the Mexican asked as her finally breathing steadied. She was sitting atop of Mark's chest but didn't seem to pay much attention to him right now.
"You see, a
phalloclitoris
doesn't work quite like a man's penis, dear," Teresa, who has now made herself comfortable in one of the seats across the aisle, replied. "We actually have pretty much control over it. It tends to go erect when you are aroused, but you do have a
choice
whether you allow it to happen or not... I mean, imagine yourself at a party wearing a small cocktail dress and suddenly seeing some pretty boy or girl. Would be pretty inconvenient if your clit suddenly snapped to full attention, right?" she giggled. "Well, you would certainly feel a strong urge to get hard... but luckily, you can
either
allow it to happen or not."
"This is one of the things that makes us so superior to
males,"
she went on. "Mother-nature has left
them
no choice in the matter, but
my mom
has made sure that
we
do
have that choice! Similarly, when you cum or when you are no longer aroused, your
phalloclitoris
tends to go placid and retract. But again, you do have a
choice
whether to allow that to happen or if you want to keep it erect. Essentially, you cannot
make
it change state at will, but you can
prevent
it from changing state if you want to. As I said, it takes a bit of practice, but it's not really as difficult as it might sound."
"Will you help me practice?" Carla's voice sounded genuinely excited.
"But of course, hun," Teresa replied with a smile on her face. "We are all Sisters; we are supposed to help each other in any way we can. That's what the Sisterhood is about, isn't it? But anyway, you should make our little slutboy clean the mess you've made on the couch before your piss dries completely and ruins the leather... and before you lose your erection." The air hostess chuckled.
"Yeah, right!" Carla lifted her weight from Mark and stood in the aisle. "Ok, bitch, now I want you to get down on your knees in the aisle and start cleaning the mess
you've
made! Keep your pretty ass high in the air so that I can fuck it easily."
"Yes, Miss Sanchez," he grumbled, "it's not like I've got much choice anyway." Getting off the couch with his hands restrained turned out to be no trivial matter.
"Oh, you've got
plenty
of choice, darling," Carla chuckled. "Yeah, I won't deny that I've been dying to try my new
phalloclitoris
on your asshole, but I'm also pretty excited to test my
augmented
muscular strength. So, you've got the
fucking
choice
between being my
fuckslut
or my
punchbag!
Of course, you must realize that I
still
gonna rape your cute little ass after I beat you into submission, should you choose the latter option," she erupted in merry giggles kicking Mark in the midsection with her foot.
"No, please, don't hurt me, I'll do what you want," he pleaded.
"That's a good little fuckslut!" she chuckled approvingly giving him a playful slap on his ass. Then she grabbed the chain of his handcuffs roughly urging him into desired position: his face just above the end of the sofa where his had was previously resting and his butt high in the air in the aisle. With her free hand, she quickly undid his pants and pulled them down together with his briefs unceremoniously.
Soon enough, Mark felt the familiar sensation of the wet pointy tip forcing its way into his anus. "Ahhh, that feels good," his abuser moaned.
For a few seconds, she was probing his rear entrance with slow teasing gyration, but Mark already had a pretty good guess what would come next and his mind filled with horror. "Please, not all the way in right away!" he pleaded. "You gonna hurt me!"
"But that's the fucking point, baby," she laughed and tightened her grip on his cuffs. The next instant, his guts exploded with burning pain as her pelvis slammed into his buttocks. "Ohhhhh yessssss!" she emitted a loud intense moan. "I
love
this! My big clit is just
made
for raping tight male assess!"
