Author's note: this chapter contains scenes of verbal/physical abuse and reluctant/non-consensual sex. No character was killed or suffered any permanent injuries during the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Onboard Emergency
"Oh yes, baby, kiss it, twirl your tongue around it!" Teresa moaned as Mark started playing with her bud. It looked and felt pretty much like a clitoris of any
normal
woman right now, but he already has a fairly good idea how it would 'flower' in a few minutes. "Don't be scared, I'm not planning to rape your throat with it like Carla just did... not right now at least," she giggled playfully. "I do not want you to see my
phalloclitoris
as an instrument of giving you sufferings. Feel how eagerly it responds to your caresses! I want you to watch it grow and try to appreciate it for what it really is: an integral part of
me.
My body is a masterpiece of art, literary: my genome was carefully crafted allele by allele; every little detail matters, every element adds to the beauty of the whole."
Right!
He was all too aware of a not-so-little detail of Carla's anatomy still stretching his anus. Well, at least, she wasn't actually humping him for now... merely gyrating her hips lazily, rubbing them against his, still sensitive from her earlier abuses, buttocks. Yet, there was
something
about Teresa which seemed to be pulling him like a powerful magnet. Was it her genetically-enhanced superhuman beauty? It probably played some part, but hardly it was merely
that
. She actually seemed to be kind of nice... well, when she wasn't letting her inner "evil bitch from Hell" out to play. Not
exactly
nice, maybe... but at least she wasn't being deliberately mean like this new Carla "version 2.0"; nor did she seem to be much of a cruel heartless "ice queen" that was her older sister. Was it just that she seemed to be
less mean
than others? A kind of "bad cop - good cop" effect?
In any case, doing his best to keep this woman happy was certainly the wisest course of action in his current circumstances, so his consciousness could dismiss the fact that something deep inside of him was actually yearning to do just that with relative ease. She was responding to his caresses by slow but eager movements of her hips and by soft moans of pleasure that sounded like heavenly music to him right now. And, sure enough, her serpent was now coming out of its hiding place. He paused to take a good look at it. What was the description she quoted earlier? 'Elegant and feminine'? Somehow, her organ actually seemed to be just that, especially with the unearthly beauty of the mountains her heaving breasts and the valley of her divine blissful face beyond looming in the background. "Oh, don't stop, baby," she moaned.
"You said you wanted me to admire it," he told her.
"Well, are you? I mean,
admiring
it?" she asked playfully.
"Totally, ma'am," he confessed. "It is as beautiful as the rest of you."
"Flatterer!" she laughed and buried her long fingers into his hair, ruffling it affectionately.
"Am not!" he protested. "Only the truth and nothing but the truth."
"Ok, let's suppose I believed you and you've earned your brown-noser point," she chuckled teasingly. "But if you want to keep me in a good mood, you should really get back to work." She applied a little pressure on his head to urge him. Not much... he knew by now how strong she was and how forceful she could be; but she was not being forceful at all this time, it was merely a display of her eagerness.
He wrapped his lips around her glittering red pillar and started moving his head up and down. She moaned softly.
"Fuck it, Marky, who's doing a blowjob like that?" he heard Carla's voice from behind. "Weren't you paying any fucking attention at all back in the old days when I was still willing to put your disgusting little prick into my mouth?"
No, he was not. He was just enjoying the sensation in blissful oblivion. He never considered that he might actually need to learn this particular skill until he climbed aboard this damn plane. He left her remark without an answer; his mouth was pretty much occupied anyway.
"Ok, I'll give you a little tip, slut: it's not called 'sucking a dick' for nothing! Well, 'sucking a
clit'
in this instance..." she chuckled. "But anyhow, the fucking keyword here is
'sucking'!
So, you should wrap your lips around her as tightly as you can and apply some goddamn
suction!
Fooling around with your tongue is highly encouraged too."
Despite Carla's insulting tone, Mark was actually grateful for her advice. After all, he
did
want to make Teresa feel good. So, he followed it as well as he could manage and was soon rewarded by intense moans of pleasure.
"Oh, yes, baby, that's very good!" Teresa's voice told him as he felt her other hand moving over his head. "Ohhhh, if you only knew how much I am tempted right now to lock your head in my grip and ram my clit all the way down your sweet little throat! How much I want to fuck your face mercilessly till I dump my delicious juice down your gullet! Well, I've promised you I wouldn't do that, so I won't," she said with a bit of dismay. "But you know, it would make me very, very happy if you managed to deep-throat me on your own."
Oh fuck, why was she doing
that?
She did not
have
to respect her promises. He was completely in her power, her toy; she'd made a pretty good point of demonstrating that earlier. She could do to him whatever the fuck she wanted; yet, for some reason, she seemed to be leaving him
free choice
in this matter! And the fact that she was actually asking him for a favor instead of simply forcing her desires upon him somehow was making it impossible for him to refuse. Yes, he
wanted
to make her happy, he wanted it more than anything! And he started to lower his head, forcing her glorious
phalloclitoris
deeper inside him.
"Oh yes, baby, I'm so proud of you!" she emitted another soft moan. Her fingers were stroking his hair, but he felt no pressure from her strong hands - she was letting him do this at his own pace. He felt a strong urge to gag as the head of her hungry serpent was passing his pharynx, but he suppressed it. And then he used the whole power of his upper torso to drive her pillar all the way in and buried his nose into the neat triangle of her beautiful pubic hair.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" she screamed with pleasure. "You just
did
it! You just did it for
me!
Ohhhh, this makes me so very happy!"
Her fingers were caressing his head and her sharp nails were scratching his skin... but she wasn't really digging them in deep; it actually felt rather good. And there was still no pressure. She wasn't holding his head down - he was doing it
himself;
and holding his breath for as long as he could. Finally, when felt he was close to fainting, he pulled his head up. Her elegant member popped out oh his mouth; she made no attempt to stop it. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I do not think I can do this again on my own," he looked up at her apologetically. "Not this time. But I do not mind if you have your way with me, if that would make you happy."
There was a
very
content smile on her beautiful face. "Oh silly! You cannot even imagine how happy you've just made me," she ruffled his hair again. "No
physical
pleasure can possibly compare to this. But I shall
certainly
take you up on your offer sometime very soon," she gave him a meaningful wink and one of her predatory feline grins. "Carla, darling, you
did
mean it when you've said you wanted me to knock you up with a baby earlier, didn't you?" she suddenly turned her attention to the other woman before Mark could say anything. "Cuz I'm pretty much ready for some baby-making now," she emitted a merry giggle.
"Oh, absolutely!" Carla replied excitedly "I totally want you inside me, Teresa, and I couldn't wish for a better father for my future child."
"Father' is not the word we normally use, darling," Teresa frowned. "It's traditionally a masculine word and we do not like using masculine words to describe ourselves. The preferred term is
genetrix:
literally, it's the Latin for 'parent' in feminine form; but it's not strictly synonymous to
mater
, the word for 'mother'. Oh, and since we are practically family now, please do call 'Terry'," she added with a big grin.
"Didn't know that, still learning... but makes perfect sense to distinguish ourselves from the
inferior
and
obsolete
sex that way," the other woman chuckled. "So, Terry, sweetheart, where do you want me?" she added in sultry voice.
"Ah, actually I've got a pretty fun idea about that," a wide mischievous grin was flashing on Teresa's face as she spoke. "This is why I wanted you to stay hard... we'll use our little slutboy here as a cushion," she erupted in giggles. "Just maneuver him to lay flat on his belly on the couch and lay on top of him... keep your clit inside him. I'll take care of the rest!"
Oh fuck, so much for Teresa's 'nice' side!
Mark thought to himself, yet he knew better than to protest. At some level, he already figured out what she was doing, but another part of him was stubbornly refusing to admit it... Yet, he didn't get too much time to ponder on this as Carla unceremoniously pushed him down on the couch. She managed to remain inside him and he felt her weight drop on top of him almost at once.
"Move your legs together, bitch, so that your ass stays tight for my big clit and so that I can spread mine wide for my new lover!" she chucked. "Remember, I'd never let you stick your junk in me without a condom? I never allowed
any man
to do that! You know why? Because I never wanted any of your fucking seed inside me! I never wanted to bear any of your fucking babies! Because you males are all
