“But I need cock ten times as much as I need pussy now. Won’t you come fuck me now? I need...I need cock. I need real cock, not just a dildo. I need a man, Pace. Please? I’m so desperate for your cock. I have been for the longest time.”
“The longest time? What?”
That made my heart race. Thinking that she maybe had just repressed feelings for me. That she had wanted me all along, just as I wanted her. To think, if only...
“Well...you know, I’m not sure. But I need it so bad now, it must have been my whole life.” She reached up on her toes, kissing my chin. I was taller than her now, much taller, Just a day before, we would have been the same height.
“Nora, I just...fuck. You’re so beautiful.”
My hands slid down to her perfectly sculpted ass, squeezing tight.
“I know, Pace. I know. And it’s just for you, how beautiful I am. It’s always only been just for you.”
I groaned.
“I need someone strong, Pace. Someone courageous. Someone hardy.” She was kissing at my neck. I offered no resistance, feeling up her ass roughly. “Someone who can stand up to what I can give out...isn’t that you? Vivian told me you were.”
“Vivian told you that? When did she do that?”
“She came and helped Willow and I while we were fucking. Gave us lots—” she hiccuped. “Lots n’ lots of that good fucking milk. And told us all about how we felt so bad, so unfulfilled, because we weren’t serving you. She used like...this chair...thing? It had pretty, pretty lights. Lights she put on our heads, filling us up with happy, good thoughts about serving you. I sat in it...and Willow sat in it...and we fucked our cunts and like, made out...”
She was babbling, and seemed to notice.
“Doesn’t matter.” She pressed her nose up against my neck, kissing gently. “Can’t I come suck your cock now? Please, baby? Or...” she gasped, as if realizing something important. “Oh god, can I fuck it? Will you fuck me with your cock, please?”
The morality of the situation was getting to me a bit. Sure, this is what I had wanted, but I thought it would be slower. This was sudden, though, like some sexified lightning bolt had struck Nora in the middle of the night. I could only imagine what had happened to frail, gentle Willow’s form.
“Please, Sir? Tell her to do it...please?”
Vivian had strutted into the kitchen. Quickly, she was pressed up against my backside, cooing in my ear.
“She needs a man, Sir,” said Vivian. “Isn’t that wonderful? You’ll be the first cock in her lesbian cunt, ever. Isn’t that perfect? Isn’t that so, so good?”
It was such a hard proposition to ignore. I had never been in the business of ignoring my desires.
“Yeah,” I grunted finally. “Fuck yeah. Get on the floor, Nora.”
She obeyed happily, spreading her booted legs wide. I knelt down between her, admiring the perfect tone of her thighs, her abs.
I was hard already. My massive cock floated over her willing, needy cunt only for a few moments before I plunged straight in, easily pushing into the wet, wet warm confines of her loving, pulsing canal. I could feel her cunt stretching outward from the size of my meat, tugging me in deeper and deeper.
She came, immediately, crying out with joy at my entrance. I could feel her cunt pulsating and grabbing all around my massiveness, encouraging me to fuck her harder. She only got wetter as I went on. Her beautiful face, cumming like that, was a sight to behold. I wanted to cum myself, just from seeing the sight of this woman I loved being overwhelmed with bliss from my cock.
Vivian pushed on my hips, my back, her hands gripping hard on the huge rope-like structures of my thickened, strong muscles there.
“Fuck her, oh my god!” Vivian cried. “Oh my god, Master, please! Fuck her and get her fucking pregnant!”
The proposition didn’t seem to have occurred to Nora before, but now that Vivian said it, her green eyes lit up.
“Oh fuck! Yes, baby, please! Do it for me! Get me pregnant! I need that. I need it! Oh fuck yes, give me your cum! Give me that babymaking fucking cum and put your litter inside of me, please.”
Her voice was rough, desperate. I couldn't stop jackhammering hard into Nora's beautiful pussy. My hands grasped hard at her tits, tugged at her thick hair, groped every part of her. I was going to cum.
“Oh god, yeah,” I grunted. “Gonna make you right. Give you what you need.”
“Please, Sir! Please, baby!”
I came, exploding into her cunt with gooey, hot seed. I spurted and spurted as I spasmed inside of her, my massive length capable of delivering so much white hot goodness. I fell down on top of her on the kitchen floor, pushing my face between her massive tits. She stroked my head and Vivian obediently wrapped around our feet, like a cat.
Maybe an hour after we fucked, Nora began to kiss me until I was awake.
“Hey,” she said.
Her voice was surprisingly lucid. Much more like the Nora I knew and fell in love with.
“Hey,” I said.
I gripped her between her ass cheeks, delighting as her green eyes lit up with lust. She still wanted me, then. That was good. That was so, so good. Relief flooded through me.
“I know that like, you’ve done something. You and Vivian.”
“Hey, listen...”
“Shush.” She pressed a finger to my lips. “Don't justify it. I don’t care. It feels good. I’m glad you did it. I love your cock.” She bit her lip, smiling wickedly. “I love it a lot, actually.”
That was a surprise. But a welcome one.
Although, I suppose it wasn’t that much of a surprise. After all, Vivian had said the same thing, more or less.
“Okay.”
“It’s just...you’re not going to fuck me, are you?” She laughed, realizing what she’d said. “I mean, of course you should fuck me. I want you too, all the time. I just...you’re not going to fucking abuse me, are you? Ignore me, toss me out, stuff like that? Like, me or Willow, either. She’s going to feel this way too. Because...I don’t know. Whatever you did? It’s made me really, really attached to you, Pace. I want to be yours. I feel stronger about you than I ever did about Willow, and I fucking love Willow. I want us...I want us both to be your girls, please? Can you tell me you won’t break...break...”
Emoting so strongly, she had started to tear up. She had to turn away. I understood now, of course. She wanted reassurances. She wanted to know that it was okay to submit the way that she couldn’t help but do. That, owning her like I did, I wouldn't treat her like trash.
I stroked her hair, pulling her in tight for a long, slow kiss. I loved this woman, I realized. I really did. I had wanted her all along.
She was changed now, sexier. But still Nora. Just a Nora who craved cock—my cock—and loved to hear the sound of my voice. A Nora who loved to obey.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby.”
She moaned softly, cooing warmly at my touch.
“Thank you, Sir. Pace.” She giggled. “I really, really want to call you Sir. Master. Like Vivian does. Is that all right?”
Of course it was.
* * * * *
The way I woke was certainly a way I could get used to. Vivian’s plush lips were wrapped around my cock, suckling dutifully, as Nora pushed her up and down with the thick tangle of her hair. Willow’s lips were on my balls, sucking and kissing.
All of their tits leaked hot, thick cream onto my body. It dissolved not long after it landed, absorbed quickly by my skin. Making me bigger, more dominant. These perfect servants making me even more into their perfect Master.
Nora seemed to enjoy directing the traffic. As she noticed me waking, she encouraged Vivian to slip up and to the side, letting her own hand take the place of Vivian’s mouth.
My redheaded love was incredible at giving handjobs. I never would have guessed.
She smiled at me. “I’ve come to the conclusion that, even though you’re in charge, you’re not going to be able to ke
ep track of everyone soon enough.”
“Wh...whazzat?”
I was still waking up, you see, and as it turns out, waking up is even harder when there’s a trio of beautiful women adoring your body. And doubly hard again when that very same body is more massive than it’s ever been before, and more able to deliver pleasure to the brain than ever.
“You’re going to just keep fucking and enslaving women, like you deserve,” Nora moaned. “It’s so hot. The more of Vivian's milk I swallow, the more of your cum that I guzzle down, the more I know how right it is what you've done to me and Willow...and right it is for you to do it to more women.”
“Oh...right?”
Would I do as she suggested, and take more women? I had to admit I was fairly sated with Nora and Vivian, both, and then to add Willow in the mix—a very busty, feisty Willow from the looks of it. She had changed much as Nora had—thicker hair, longer legs, brighter eyes, and of course, a much more substantial bust. She had been a ballerina before; now, she was a pin-up girl with a ballerina's grace.
“Yes, Sir,” said Nora. “Lots and lots. And there’ll be so many just aching for your cock, but not many will deserve it...and you need someone to help you find out who does and doesn’t.”
She lifted Willow’s head up then, taking it up from my balls. Slowly, she slapped her lover.
“Are you good enough, bitch? Are you good enough to suck Master’s cock?”
Willow's eyes quickly turned desperate. I couldn't believe what I was seeing—Nora's love for me had boiled so hard that she was willing to do that to Willow.
“Oh my god, yes!” Willow cried. “I am! I am, Nora, please! I want to so bad! My tits are leaking milk just for him! They’ve gotten so big because you’ve been feeding me his cum all night from your mouth! Won’t you please let me, Nora? Please, oh god please?”
She smiled smugly. “Very well.”
Nora lowered her down onto my cock, then, and Willow took to it like a fish to water, slurping me all the way down her throat in one go. I moaned hard, resisting the urge to cum immediately. It was difficult. Willow was incredible.
“You see, Sir?” said Nora. “You need someone strong to help you make all those...hard...decisions.”
Vivian started squeezing her tits on top of Willow's head, covering her face in milk while she slurped down my cock. So every lick, every swallow of my cock gave Willow more and more milk down her throat.
“Yeah,” I said, watching Willow’s beautiful, milk-splashed face impaled by my cock. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Won’t you fucking cum in Willow’s throat?” Nora begged. “She’s had some from me, like she said, but she hasn’t had any from the source.”
Unable to stop myself now—especially with Nora's pleading—I came, letting Willow taste my cum. I thought I was being generous. Magnanimous, to allow her to suck me down. Cumming had turned into, for me, a kind of decision I could make. Like maybe the way you decided to take a deep breath. Perfect orgasm control; the ability to deny or approve cum to whoever I decided.
Have I mentioned, lately, how I was feeling like a god to these women? Owning completely the ability to give them the substance that they were thoroughly addicted to.
After I had finished spurting down Willow’s throat, Vivian took her place, sort of. Nora stroked me, but Vivian kept licking my long, cum-covered shaft to clean me off.
“I’ve been thinking,” said Nora, slowly stroking my cock. “You’re like, the strongest guy I know.”
“So strong,” said Willow and Vivian, in unison.
“You survived three gunshots, and now you’re stronger than ever. Look at how fucking big you are, Pace. You’re a monster.”
“A monster of a man,” purred Willow.
“Like a marble god,” moaned Vivian.
“Wouldn’t you agree that you should be in charge?”
I didn't know what to say. “I mean...I just want to...fuck, that’s good.” Willow and Vivian had started criss-crossing their tongues around Nora’s hand. “I just want to take out Steel.”
Nora grinned. “You’ve turned me into your perfect little fuckpet and like, I don’t even mind.”
“None of us mind, Sir,” said Willow-Vivian. “Not at all.”
“You’re the only cock that’s ever been inside me or Willow, and it’s not because like, you’re lucky. I mean, you are lucky. Fucking look at us. We’re so fucking hot, and so fucking in love with you. But it’s because you’re hot. You're special. You fucked us, and took us, because you deserve us.”
They were right, I realized. I took Vivian and Willow by the thick strands of their epically vibrant hair, and pushed them together across the massive meat of my cock. Their tits pushed together, leaking milk down all over the lower half of my body. My hands melted in their soft, incredible mass of hair. Nora pushed herself forward, her own tits pressing against those of the other girls, gazing at me with love-filled emerald eyes.
And then they started to chant at me. I couldn’t even keep track of who was saying what.
“You deserve to be in charge.”
“You deserve it.”
“You’re such a stronger, hotter man than any of them.”
“So strong.”
“Won’t you call them? Call them and tell them?”
They waited, licking and kissing my cock.
“What do you mean?” I asked, realizing that they wanted an answer.
Nora smiled. “I mean you shouldn’t just take out Steel. You should replace him. Have the whole gang at your disposal.”
All of them. An army to do my bidding. To get me more fuckslaves, just like this. To let me rule whatever I wanted.
That was what I deserved. I was a god, after all. A marble god, made to be worshiped by goddesses like this.
“Yeah. God. Fuck yeah.”
At will, I came again, spurting all over their gorgeous faces.
That distracted them for a bit. They used their lascivious tongues to lick one another clean. It took a while. I could cum more than ever before.
As they worked, I picked up the phone. It was time for some major changes.
* * * * *
That evening, the gang began to arrive. I let only Vivian answer the door. Nora and Willow stayed hidden upstairs—though their bodies were transformed, their faces were not.
Well, not much. Willow’s lips had become more plush and perfect for sucking cock, and Nora’s eyes had become much greener, and the both of them had skin twice as smooth as before. But they still were identifiable as who they were. I couldn’t have any of the Scorpions raising alarms, not yet. If they saw the two completely transformed, as they were, I couldn't anticipate their reactions.
Of course, there was the trouble of my own body—taller, more muscular, harder than ever before. I covered it up as well as I could with heavy black clothing, while still wearing my vest with my colors and badges on it.
As the bikers entered, Vivian led them to the backyard, handing each a tall bottle of milk. She had put just a splash of whiskey in each, enough to convince them all it was alcoholic. They wouldn't drink anything else. These were big, burly men, hardened by years of crime and hard living. Scars covered their thick arms, their sun-burnt faces. Most of them had a gun or knife on them at the least; many had more than a couple of weapons.
After ten minutes of arrivals—and a lot of question-filled staring at me, without many greetings—a couple of men approached me—I recognized them. Mac and Pollux, old friends of mine. They had helped me out any number of times, and often voted with me when the gang came to order.
“What the hell is going on here, Pace?” asked Mac.
“Yeah,” said Pollux. “Steel said you were dead.”
I smiled. “Looks like I’m not.”
Pollux frowned. “He seemed sort of happy about it, to tell you the truth.”
“Oh yeah?”
Mac nodded. “Yeah. It didn’t sit right with us. Neither of us. Tell you what, anything
goes down, you count on us, all right?”
“Both of you?”
Pollux nodded. With his long, flat nose, he could look like a grim customer whenever he wanted. “That’s right.”
That actually felt good. I wasn’t expecting any support. Maybe Steel wasn’t all that well-liked. Maybe me, trying for so long to stay as his friend, had meant that I had blinded myself to the resentment of the other bikers.
There were plenty of resentments to go around. Their shares had dropped from twenty percent to twelve over the years Steel had been in charge. Fewer and fewer guys were getting promoted. Membership had dropped more than thirty percent. Steel had said he wanted to be exclusive, but I had always thought that expansion was a sign of strength, and that anything else was weakness.
Maybe all the other guys thought that too.
I had them gather in the backyard. Most were thoroughly surprised I was alive, but as gang second-in-command, they held their tongues against me. They knew Steel was coming, and they knew when he did, all questions would be answered.
I saw them taking little sips of the milk. As I knew already—a sip was all it took. They were under the influence of Vivian, and she was under my influence.
Finally, Duchess and Steel arrived. I saw them coming in—heard the tell-tale sign of Steel's obnoxiously loud chopper—and headed off to the backyard to meet him. The gang there was in a semi-circle already, floating around the grass. They sensed what was coming.
The gang leader and his best girl stepped out into the yard, Steel looking pissed off. Duchess, of course, looked subdued—above the situation. She was used to Steel being angry.
Duchess was a beautiful bird. Her hair was a deep brown, her eyes the same luminous shade, and her body was tanned, toned, and enormously busty. She showed this off regularly, taking full advantage of the leathers that biker babes were supposed to wear. But she also wore plenty of finery—diamonds, fur coats, that sort of thing. She loved the symbols of status. Teardrop diamond earrings sparkled beneath her thick hair now, and she had on a thick mink jacket over her leathers.
She had been a biker babe ever since Steel and I formed the Scorpions. I always got the feeling that she was in Steel’s ear, whispering ideas. His own personal Lady Macbeth, except he was already king when we started this tale. His ending would be just as tragic, anyway.
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