Hank was up late; his eyes were heavy, and laid out before him were his laptop, the box, and the five cards that resided inside. He had spent the better part of the last few days, since he faced-fucked his little whore, trying to research the box and the cards. The only thing he had to go on was the strange symbol, and he was coming up empty trying to track down any sort of origin. But then, he really hadn't expected to find anything.
This was magic, or some sort of power that was over him and Madison. He opened the document he was making notes in; it wasn't much. He knew that he had 'activated' one card, but he obviously had not done so on purpose, so why had Madison become the target? He was mad and aroused by her at the time, but it felt wrong that it was only a first-time attraction at that moment that she had become a 'cheap whore'. Perhaps it was because he really did want her deep down... that it felt 'more right' to him. If not that, something very close to it.
He also knew the drawing, painting, or whatever you would call the image on the card was the key piece. It had changed twice; it was Madison both times, but not in style or clarity. Logically (if he was allowed to use logic), something between him and Madison was controlling this rendering. If pressed, he assumed that as she became more and more like a cheap whore for him, then maybe... maybe the picture would change? He had his role, and his gut, or power, told him that he just had to guide her.
He still had mixed feelings, but he wanted her badly now. Husband aside. Friendship aside. The part of him that wanted his whore grew each day, and he would have her. There was a big, outstanding question, though. Well, actually, two of them. Should he tell Madison about the card when this was done and she was his? He honestly couldn't put a finger on that one. The other question... the other 4 cards. Could he do this again? On purpose this time. Madison would have to be involved, surely. Yet if he let go and let himself think about Madison and the cards, there was a picture in his mind's eye. It was the same each and every time. The both of them were in a giant pile of sheets, soaked in sweat and cum... and four other figures intertwined with theirs.
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Madison paced furiously; she couldn't get Hank out of her head. It had been a week since she had left Hank's apartment covered in cum and well-fucked. If Madison had reservations about what was going on before, they were completely gone. What was frustrating her was that she 100% wanted to be a whore for Hank, but she was not doing it right. After her ill-fated attempt to 'take control' she was going to do all she could to ensure that she got it right this time. When she had been on her knees in front of Hank, the need and the drive to be a whore overtook her, and she loved every second. If she could tap into that feeling again, that drive to be a whore, she could be what he wanted.
Whatever this was with Hank, she had no clue where it was going. She was hornier than she had ever been in her life. It was not necessarily anything 'animal' but more like a nice dull ache to be fucked or to get herself off. Maybe it had been all her practicing for the last month, but after three nights in a row of wet dreams and almost being caught masterbating in the bathroom at work, she knew she needed an outlet. For the last 4 days, Madison has traded her morning yoga routine for a gym membership. Focusing on exhausting herself, she used the bike, stairmaster, and free weights to get all her muscles sore but usable. There had been a couple of guys at the gym who had been stealing glances her way, and it had sent a thrill up her spine.
"What do you mean you got a gym membership?" her husband questioned her that evening.
"I decided that yoga wasn't working for me, so I figured I would go somewhere for a workout," she explained.
"Yeah, but what for?" he continued the interrogation.
She smirked and responded, "Maybe I wanted to be in better shape for you." Her husband shifted back on his heels and took a small step back as he shook his head.
"Don't be silly," he said flatly with a slight chuckle, and then added, "Just tell me next time." With that, he walked out of the room.
Madison flared her nostrils as she let out a large huff. Her husband had actually backed away from her. In effect, he had not only rejected an advance for sex, but he had nearly been repulsed by her. What had happened? They had been in love once and even had a pretty decent sex life, but then, seemingly overnight, he didn't want her anymore. They had a house, a car, some money, and a piece of paper that implied they were married, but it was clear now that it no longer ran deep.
Now, a very different type of frustrated Madison went to bed early. As she lay under the sheets, Madison slowly worked her pussy, savoring the teasing for a change. She was picturing Hank, but with exaggerated features. He had larger muscles, a full six-pack, a big powerful chest, and a thick cock that was longer and even a bit thicker. He really was everything she dreamed she would go to bed with at night. Sure, it was superficial, but if he could look like that, why not?
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came to a nice, long orgasm.
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Hank woke up on his side and yawned as he stretched out. He felt his morning wood standing proudly in front of him, and figuring he would take care of it in the shower, he rolled out of bed. Glancing at the mirror in the bathroom, Hank froze and then slowly turned back to his reflection. His body was different from when he had gone to bed; his muscles looked bulkier and more defined than ever before. He wasn't flexing, but each of his muscles seemed sculpted into his frame. He might even have been a bit taller. What was going on? Then he noticed his cock, still standing proud. Hank was sure he had gained a bit more girth and length than he had before.
"The card!" he gasped. In the brain fog of the morning, he had not immediately identified the obvious cause.
But why did this happen now? He recalled thinking about Madison the night before. They were reliving their encounters and wondering what would happen next. But nothing came to mind right away that would explain this. He supposed that this was not really a bad thing, just unexplained. He wondered what Madison would think. Smirking, Hank realized that no matter her reaction, she would more than likely be very pleased.
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Madison was much calmer this time around, wandering the aisles of the local sex shop looking for inspiration for her next 'session'. Deciding to do an experiment, she focused on Hank, how it felt to be his whore, to do what he wanted, and to be rewarded for her efforts. As she was having these thoughts, she was distracted by a doorway in the back of the store that had a neon sign above it that read, Clothing.
Gliding through the doorway, she found several racks of lingerie, costumes, and fetish clothing. Her eyes fell on a black dress hanging on the edge of a rack. It had thick straps over the shoulder and a decent plunging neckline. But the defining element of the dress was several cutouts along each side that would expose more and more flesh. Checking the tag, it was just her size; this had to be fate. Searching around, she decided to find something decidedly slutty to go with the dress. Madison selected a garter belt with some thigh high fishnet stockings; no panties this time. Completing the outfit, she grabbed heels that were still 3 inches, but in a spike heel with many straps crossing over her feet and around her ankles.
Bringing her selections towards the register, she began playing out a scene in her head, seeing how Hank would get hard for her and plunge into her hot cunt.
She thought to herself, "Come on, baby, feed that pussy with your thick cock."
As she continued her daydream, she noticed something shiny out of the corner of her eye. Looking over, she noted a whole section of the shelving devoted to small boxes with bulb-shaped pictures on the front. A closer look showed her that these were butt plugs. Madison eyed the products and spotted one that appeared to be in the medium size range with a red jewel on the end. Yes, a good whore should be able to do anal, and she snatched up the box and a bottle of lube that was one shelf over.
Thankfully, the transaction was done by a different cashier, and she made her way home with her new purchases. The following day was a Saturday, and her husband had planned to go out of town for a hunting trip with coworkers. She would have the whole house to herself, and she figured it was perfect for a weekend of fun.
Madison woke the following morning with a plan in mind: she was going to spend the day as the whore she would play for Hank. She got in the shower to freshen up for the day and then got in front of the mirror to plan a hairstyle. After trying some more elaborate options, she settled on a 'messy' style bun that would surely 'loosen' as she was fucked. She forgoed most make-up but couldn't help but add a bit of black mascara to highlight her eyes. Going back into the bedroom, she pulled out her new outfit and made quick work of putting on the full ensemble. Standing in the mirror, Madison was well pleased with the outfit, and she made her way downstairs for breakfast.
It was weird, at first, to be decked out in slutty clothes at home with no real plans to leave. But a part of her found it exciting to be ready for action. She was ready to be fucked, and to fuck, she began to feel her pussy ache for a cock. Madison wouldn't be getting a real cock today, but something was compelling her to act. So she grabbed her keys and made her way to the mall. As the car parked, she had a sobering moment. She was well 'underdressed' for being in public, but the whore inside of her wanted to show off.
Making her way into the mall, she began a slow saunter around all the shops and kiosks throughout the building. To say she was getting stares now was an understatement, but something strange happened. After the first few minutes, she felt nothing but the heat between her legs. A few men had nearly stopped in their tracks, and she gave each of them a slight wink and a little pout. A couple of wives gave her a dirty look, and she only returned a smirk. The click of her short heels was deafening in her ears as she inspected a small jewelry stand near the middle of the mall.
Bending over, she heard a couple of sharp intakes, and a smile formed in her mouth. The dress she wore was not designed to cover an ass like hers, and she was not wearing underwear. With a look over her shoulder, she met the stares of a middle-aged guy on a bench, a woman with a short bob haircut, and a group of four boys. The man, seeing himself caught, got up and hurried into the shop behind him. Judging by the purse he was holding in front of his lap, he was about to tell his wife they needed to go home.
As Madison finally straightened, the woman gave her a disgusted look and spoke up, "Could you please be more careful and put on some decent clothes?"
The question was uttered with so much snark and 'karen-like' energy that Madison was momentarily taken aback, but a response came out of nowhere.
"I should make you pay for the privilege... maybe next time", she winked at the women and started to walk away, passing in front of the group of boys.
The women seemed frozen in place, and so did the boys. The reactions to what they had just witnessed had rendered them all speechless, and their eyes had been following her all the way to this point. A couple wore some clothing branded by the local college; figuring they were all here from campus, Madison decided to put a stamp on the encounter.
Turning towards them as she walked by, Madison chimed, "Don't worry about her boys; I hope you enjoyed it."
As she strode away, she was sure she heard the 'huff' of the women scurrying away and the boys all exchanging high fives. Oh, this felt so good! So liberating! Yes, causing trouble and showing herself off! All this day needed was Hank's cock, or, in lieu of that, she decided to make her way home to her trusty dildo and her new purchase.
She got in the car, and Madison realized how sore her ankles were; she was not used to these heels. Kicking them off, she drove home barefoot with the window down, just feeling the wind run through her hair. Back at home, Madison carried the heels up to the bedroom. She was going to lay down some blankets, but she could not wait, and she was too worked up to care. Pulling out her suction cup dildo, she planted it in the middle of the room and promptly impaled herself on the plastic cock.
"Oh fuuuuuck... that's good," she gasped out while making long grinding movements, trying to take as much of the dick as possible.
