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Warning note: There is a scene of dubious consent involving a restrained woman unable to resist her partner.

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Fourteen

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Robin

Rhia's story about someone passing out for a whole day turned out to be wrong.

I'd managed to carry/drag Heather to her bed after my orgasm in the shower hit her. Then I spent the next hour cleaning up the mess we'd made of her dining room and bathroom. I'd been ready to leave at that point when I'd heard weird sounds coming from Heather's bedroom.

When I went to check on her, she practically jumped me and had my cock out and her mouth wrapped around it before I could think to react. She sucked on me like my cock would give her life-saving nectar, and the earlier confusion and hesitation she'd shown at touching my pussy was gone; she had three fingers up there pumping my cunt like she was drilling for oil as soon as my rod hit the back of her throat. I must have cum in five minutes flat.

She tried to swallow most of it but then eagerly took some on her face when she needed to breathe before swallowing me again. When I'd finally stopped cumming, she spun around and put her face down, reached back, and pulled her cheeks wide for me.

I'm embarrassed about it but I didn't even hesitate. That was the first time I fucked her pussy. I then learned two things about my lawyer I hadn't been able to figure out in the shower: First, she was a screamer. Second, she was a squirter. The shower water hid the latter, and I assumed she didn't scream out the first few times because she consciously tried not to. She didn't bother this time around.

After two orgasms from her and one more from me where I had filled her pussy to overflowing, I'd carried her back to bed. At that point I was wiped out and decided to take a little nap.

A little nap turned into three hours, and it only stopped there when I felt a hand rubbing my cock. A very wet hand gliding over a glistening, wet cock.

"I need this in my ass again," she'd said, with a wild look in her eyes, and then straddled me and sat on my cock.

We'd both cried out when she simply dropped onto my cock, taking the whole length into her in one go. It felt good for me even through the shock, but it had been literally orgasmic for Heather, and that was when I first noticed changes.

When she'd cum before, the squirting was a little extra splash of liquid from her pussy, enough so I wasn't even sure it had been that. The orgasm when she dropped onto my cock sent a stream of girl cum shooting out of her that got all the way to my cleavage. It was quick, but it was still more than the time before. She'd ridden my cock like that until she was a sweaty mess and shot two more streams of juice onto my chest before I came. When I had, she'd sat down and ground herself in, begging me to fill her ass deep with my cum, and she'd oddly rubbed her stomach while I was doing it. Then when I finished she'd scrambled over to her bed table. When she flopped back on the bed in a daze, she had a plug in her ass.

New thing number three; apparently Heather hadn't only suggested anal to try to avoid the coma.

At that point I'd called Kathleen and made up an excuse about friends and a late night. She sounded worried and asked if I could handle being around them that long, to which I'd snapped back that it really wouldn't be any better if I was home. She'd backed off and I'd felt bad, but my head was loudly pointing out my choice was between going home and being surrounded by women who wouldn't fuck me, or staying with one that literally begged me for it. It still felt kind of wrong because Heather didn't seem to be in her right mind, but it also wasn't like she hadn't been warned.

I'd ordered food for us, though I ended up eating half and putting the rest in her fridge; I couldn't get Heather to wake up, not even when I literally slapped her face with my cock.

The next time Heather stirred I'd had the TV on in her bedroom; the space in the apartment that should have been a living room appeared to be her home office. She'd grabbed the remote and pushed a few buttons until a porn side came on, then rummaged in her bedside drawer until she found a pair of egg vibrators.

"I want to stick these in our pussies," she'd said, "then fuck my ass again."

For the first time in maybe a week I'd thought something related to sex wasn't the best idea, but then I'd watched her insert the small device into her own sodden pussy and lost all my objections again.

That time when she came it was a jet of liquid that splashed against the bed and soaked the comforter as I plowed into her ass from behind. I'd winced at the time, but the bed had become more and more of a disaster as our escapades continued; Heather hadn't been bothering to clean herself after each session, so my cum and her juice simply oozed out of her.

I worried about her soaking orgasms dehydrating her, but that time she'd shocked me by, when I'd announced I would cum, quickly spinning around and inhaling my cock after it just pulled out of her ass. She'd greedily drank all my cum and licked up any leaks, drips, and drops that remained before she went comatose again.

Of course, she'd woken me up with a blowjob and a declaration that she had both vibrators in her pussy and she wanted to know how that felt in her ass.

One of the other changes seemed to be her (or her muscles') tolerance for that particular activity. The extreme tightness and jerky thrusts of the first time between us were gone; with the lube, sliding my shaft into her asshole was almost as easy as sliding into her pussy. I didn't know for certain, of course; it could have been because of the multiple rounds of anal we'd done last night, but I'd have thought the several hours between would have tightened her up.

She of course moaned through the whole insertion and begged me to go deeper and deeper. I slammed into her hard, and the tip of my cock kept hitting a spongy barrier of some kind that made Heather grunt. I felt the vibrators all along the bottom of my shaft and knew I wasn't going to last long; we'd actually slept for four hours that time and as far as my libido was concerned that was a full reset. I could cum at least twice.

I filled her rectum with cum again as Heather screamed into a pillow like she was being murdered and added another layer of girl cum to the wet spot that was most of her bed. At some point in the night I'd moved into a cycle of horny/tired where I stopped caring about the scent and feel of the bed. It definitely smelled like an old whorehouse, or possibly the aftermath of an orgy.

I was as close to sexually satisfied as I'd been in a week, so even though I was still fucking her ass I actually noticed as Heather's scream trailed off and I could hear my phone ringing. I pulled out of anal slut, esquire, and stretched over to reach it on the night table. It was Kathleen.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You didn't come home last night," Kathleen said.

"I said I was out with friends. I'm okay," I told her.

"Okay...um...did you go to see Heather yesterday?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, feeling my face flush as I looked over at the woman in question. She was facedown, ass-up on the bed, her rear entrance a gaping hole leaking cum, with one vibrator trying to work its way out of her sodden vagina.

"I haven't been able to reach her. Something happened with Rhia at her job yesterday, and the police interviewed her. Apparently some kids from your school were involved. The police aren't doing anything right now, but she seems worried. We all are."

"Fuck," I said, as a thousand different horror stories ran through my head, "It's Saturday, maybe she's busy?"

"Yeah. She said call anytime, and the first time I talked to her was a Sunday. She told me she doesn't do weekends because of her job, but everyone's got to take a break. We can hold off anything that's come up so far; they didn't arrest Rhia, but she did have to defend herself so some kid...hang on...Kyle Bass?"

"He's the varsity quarterback," I said immediately, "And Amber's boyfriend."

"Yeah, Jemma filled me in on that too," Kathleen replied, "We know they were after Rhia, but we're not sure how they found her."

"Maybe that PI she knocked out? Or another one?" I suggested.

"Maybe. I've emailed Heather with most of the info, hopefully she gets to it soon," Kathleen said. There was an awkward pause and then she asked, "Are you coming home soon?"

I wanted to say yes, but I looked over at Heather and my cock surged. I wanted more of this. She was up for anything, anytime, and all I had to do was feed her and keep her from hurting herself. I couldn't get that anywhere else, and I needed it. I was suddenly angry that Kathleen wanted me to abandon it.

"I thought you weren't going to try to be my mother anymore?" I asked, kind of harshly.

There was a pause and she said, "You're right, I'm sorry. Just...be safe. They went after Rhia but she was a...soldier of some kind. They might go after you."

"Yeah, I'll be careful," I said.

"Okay," Kathleen said, and she actually hung up first.

Guilt hit me like a truck. Kathleen was worried because Rhia got attacked. She didn't deserve to be snapped at like I had. And now there was a mess with Rhia that Heather couldn't help with because she was still a nymphomaniac with fluids drooling out of every hole she had except her ears.

Because of my new body, all the guilt and frustration funneled into horniness. I grabbed Heather's leg, dragged her over to me, and had what might have been my first hate-fuck as I slammed my cock into her ass so hard and fast that the impact of her cheeks against my hips actually stung. She just begged for more.

Jemma

I had a rough night, but not as bad as Rhia.

Apparently the first cops on the scene cuffed her and folded her in their squad car while practically the entire clientele of 9 Colors threatened to camp outside the police office and call the news to give interviews of how the cops arrested someone that was protecting them. Fortunately a cooler-headed detective showed up and let her out, though they did still make her stick around to give a statement and answer questions. She didn't end up getting home until almost 4:00am.

I'd fallen asleep well before that, of course. I usually did, but it was a restless sleep where I woke up every hour or so. Being held by Rhia usually fixed that. I still thought that was weird, but I hadn't delved into it with any of my therapists. I would have almost expected it if I got comfort from her, started doting on her, and then offered myself up to her in a classic "damsel in distress" fashion," but I didn't really want to associate much with her outside of her being a snuggle buddy. She was attractive enough, but I also had no burning desire to jump her bones.

It was sort of a relief when I woke up the next morning and she hadn't been there, although I'd still woken up almost every hour without her. But now that I knew I could make it through the night, I resolved to stop making her share my bed. It wasn't fair, especially because every morning I felt exactly what her body thought about the whole situation.

Mom and I spent most of the morning looking out the windows waiting for a police car to drive up or a plainclothes detective to knock on the door, but nobody official arrived. Finally at around 11:30 Mom said Heather was on her way over.

Both Heather's and Robin's cars arrived at the same time and I felt a flash of jealousy out of nowhere. What the hell right did I have to be jealous? Beyond that,

why

was I jealous? Robin might be attracted to me but I didn't think of her that way.

Maybe it was Rhia's pheromones.

Everyone met at the dining table again and there were a bunch of nervous glances between myself, Robin, and my mom. Robin was wearing the same clothes she'd worn the day before. Heather was dressed much more casually; she had on jeans that were tight in all the right places but not "skinny." Her shirt was a flowy blouse, but it had a deep V that exposed far more of her chest than we'd seen up to that point. She had huge tits, probably comparable to mine. That oddly made me look around and I realized that with all the changes going on with Mom and Robin I might have the smallest chest in the room, which was ridiculous as a 34DD.

"All right, I'm not into playing games," Heather said, "I had sex with Robin. I'll be honest, I sort of seduced her. It was unprofessional and borderline illegal, so if you want to fire me as a lawyer I get it, but let's get that over with now. I'll give you a few minutes to chat, come get me when you figure it out."

She walked back out the door before any of us could say anything. Mom looked over at Robin. "She really seduced you?" she said.

"It...I mean it wasn't like a movie with wine and roses and chocolate or anything, but when I showed up she was in a tight sweater dress and she didn't have anything under it. She did try to change her mind but...I didn't let her," Robin said.

Mom sighed, "Okay, well...are you okay if she's still our lawyer?"

"Of course I am!" Robin said.

"And you're not just saying that because you might get to have sex with her some more?" Mom pressed.

"No. I don't want to have to explain all this shit to someone else. And if the new lawyer's also a woman then we're going to have the same problem over again," Robin said.

"What if she's a fugly lawyer?" I suggested.

Robin snorted. "The way things are going Rhia or I'd just have to close our eyes the first time and then that problem would fix itself."

"Why...actually we should get her back in for this," my mother said, then went to the door and returned with Heather. She actually looked relieved and a lot less tense, though I suppose that made sense.

My mother took a breath and said, "So...um...if you and Robin got together yesterday afternoon, how..."

"I don't think 'a day' is all that exact," Heather said, then turned to Rhia and added, "And I think the women in charge of your virginity camps or whatever are keeping a lot to themselves. Maybe it's because I'm not a virgin, either."

"So...nothing happened to you?" I asked.

"Oh no," Heather said, "I was a completely out-of-her mind cock slut for most of yesterday and last night. I didn't want to do anything except sleep and fuck and I must have cum...I don't know maybe a few hundred times?"

While she talked I caught my mother out of the corner of my eye. She was nodding along very subtly.

"So something's going to change then?" I asked as Heather seemed to be lost in remembering her apparently epic sexcapades.

"It...um...already did, a bit," Heather said, and she looked nervous for what might have been the first time ever since I saw her.

"I think we got the idea," my mom said, but Heather held up her hand.

"No, we...I think we need to talk about this. If Rhia's right the two of us can't keep up with them. We might...other people might have to get involved. We should know everything we can," Heather said. Then she looked over at my mom and opened her mouth, then snapped it closed.

My mom got up immediately and walked into the kitchen. We all looked at each other confused until my mom came back with a glass and a thick bottle with amber liquid in it. Robin and I looked at her in shock. My mom blushed.

"It was a secret stash I never cleared out," she said, "It's not good booze."

Heather, meanwhile, had poured and downed a drink of the booze already, and then refilled her glass. "You've never had to drink the stuff soldiers scrounge on a base," she said.

She took another sip though didn't down the second glass and then looked at all of us. "So something else that's new; their stuff," Heather said, gesturing to Robin and Rhia, "has some sort of effect like a drug. I was into the idea of fucking Robin to begin with, but as soon as I got a taste of her cum it was like I was obsessed. Apparently she's had someone else give her a blowjob and it's had the same effect. Does that happen to you?"

My mother's face got white and she stammered, "Well I...I don't know. I haven't...used my mouth much since the first time."

"This known thing," Rhia said, "Futa...stuff...has..."

She broke off and growled. It sent a thrill of fear through me but Heather either didn't feel the same or ignored it. "Aprhodisiac? Makes people want to have sex?" she suggested.

"Yes! Yes, that," Rhia said.

"That's why I was so horny the week after that blowjob," I said aloud, then blushed.

"I thought you hadn't had sex with her?" Heather asked.

"I haven't!" I insisted, "But I...well."

"Whatever, you don't have to go into details," Heather said, "So why didn't you jump Rhia the next day or hour?"

"She not like me," Rhia said, "Is not...mind control. Just increases sex want. If you want have sex, less hesitation. If you don't, you can resist."

"All right, so either way, something to keep in mind; if a girl gets a taste of Rhia or Robin, they're going to want more. Or at least they're going to be horny. Hopefully it doesn't become a dangerous obsession."

I looked over at Robin and I must have had a curious expression. She just mouthed "later" at me. I tried not to think about the feelings that welled up when I heard about her apparently giving out favors to another girl besides Heather.

"Now, about the actual reason you wanted me here. I need to dig into the case more, obviously, but based on what I got from Kathleen over the phone, we're well in the clear here, especially because the 9 Colors people are backing you up. The idiot quarterback can kiss his career goodbye because of that gun; we're open carry here but you have to be 21. The sticking point will be the trial, if it gets that far, which all depends on how much mommy and daddy want to protect their little darling. If he doesn't plead out you'd be a witness, but given the charges they're probably going to offer him a sweetheart deal that won't even put him in jail."

"The other thing I want to bring up is that this may be a good sign overall. You said that he was specifically looking for you because of what you did to his friends, right?" she asked Rhia, who nodded. "That means there might not be anything coming down from the Jemma thing."

I felt my chest tighten as that night flashed through my mind at high-speed and also in vivid detail. I breathed heavier but I didn't feel like I lost time or couldn't cope either.

"How does this help that?' Kathleen asked.

"If they were going to bring legal action against Robin or Rhia, the lawyers would want everyone on their side under lock and key, and the parents would back them up. The kid assaulting Rhia would give me a lot of ammunition to use against their side in a trial. But if the lawyers backed off and said they weren't interested in charges, it would mean nobody's watching the kids too closely and it might have given the kid that extra push of outrage that made him try to confront her."

"You didn't show them the video, though, right?" Robin asked, and I felt a little more tightness in my chest. The mixture of feelings when you find out someone has a recording you didn't know about and you're naked in it are too much to describe well.

Meanwhile, Heather shook her head and said, "There was no legal action, so no discovery period. I don't even know what lawyers to get in touch with if I wanted to."

"So what made them back off?" Robin asked.

Heather shrugged. "It could be anything. Cooler heads after a few weeks removed from the incident, some kid letting it slip and a lawyer figuring out what kind of shit they got into before they got beat, people trying to lay low before college, I could come up with a few dozen more."