Milking Time

Chapter 1: A Change Of Fortune

Herk rose from the side of the stream and weighed his options. “No fuckin’ way am I goin’ in ta town like this, and let everybody see what’s happened ta me,” he thought.

“I know a back way inta Nerlim’s castle.

At least that way I can lay low, get some grub and wait until I start ta feel better.” As he neared the castle, Herk came upon a familiar sight.

Stretched out on his back over a rock with his hands and legs staked to the ground, was Nerlim.

Recalling his first meeting withRhiannon and Vantha, he couldn’t resist using the same opening line on Nerlim. “Looks like somebody had a little too much fun last night.” Nerlim slowly awakened, his addled brain trying to process the image of an upside-down badly beaten Herk, with pink ‘lettering’ spread across his chest. “Oh, my aching head,” he groaned.

“What in the world happened to you, Herk?” trying to suppress a giggle at his current state. “It’s a long freakin’ story, and I got no desire to repeat it,” grumbled Herk.

“How’d you wind up like this?” “Some of the local girls just aren’t into ‘experimentation’ when it comes to having sex.

But you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you Herk?”

He’d been one of the wizards who had ordered Herk staked out like this earlier. “Yeah, but it looks like you’re in worse shape than I am now, pal.”

Herk thought for a moment and saw possibilities.

“If I get you outta this, can you get rid of this ‘pink tattoo’ from the fairies and heal the rest of me?” “Easy as pie, Herk.”

To one who didn’t know magic, what the fairies had done might seem impossible to cure.

But to a veteran wizard, it was the equivalent of pulling a rabbit out of a hat.

Moments later, Nerlim was free and Herk looked and felt like his old self again.

As he adjusted his robe, Nerlim had a look that said he plainly had a score to settle with the other wizards in the castle.

“I’m going to show those cretins that it doesn’t pay to mess with me…” “Wait a minute, pal.

You may know magic, but you don’t know brawlin’.

Any time one guy tries ta take on so many other guys, bad things’re gonna happen.”

Nerlim had to admit that Herk had a point. “Let me go inta the hills and recruit some of my pals.

You stay here and chill and come up with somethin’ ta put in the water to the castle that’ll slow everybody down.”

A wicked smile began to spread over Nerlim’s features.

“Me and my pals will clean house and get rid of yer ‘buddies’...then you’ll have the whole place ta yerself.” “Sounds fine, Herk...but what do you get out of all this?” “That’s easy.

Me and the boys get ta stuff ourselves on the food stock, and we get ta do whatever we want with the women in the castle.” “I think we have a deal, Herk.

I’ll cast a spell that makes you and the other trolls look a little more human-like, so the girls don’t freak out.

But you’ve got to remember one thing: take it easy with the women and tell your friends to not ‘lose control’ like you did earlier.

If you do, we may both wind up staked out on this rock for good.” “Okay, Nerlim.

I’ll pass the word onta the boys to be real ‘genteel’ with the girls.”

By the end of the next day, the castle had been cleaned out of all the disloyal wizards, except for a handful that Nerlim trusted implicitly.

In exchange for stuffing their bellies, Herk’s troll clan had kept things under control when they pleasured the ladies, with no one screaming and running for the hills.

With their hunger sated and their balls finally drained, Herk’s friends began to head back to their homes in the mountains. With few other males for company, Nerlim and Herk were lounging in one of the rooms as the troll pondered what to do next.

“I been thinkin’, Nerlim.

I want ta do more and be more than just a troll…” “I can only do so much, Herk.

But for all that you and your friends did for me, I’ll try to help.

What did you have in mind?” “Well, I always liked it when me and the boys’d go to one of the whorehouses, or to the taverns and play dice and card games.” “Pleasures of the flesh and gambling...you’re not so different from humans after all.” Nerlim thought back to before he’d arrived in this time period.

He was from the future and he’d heard about the commotion on Cinnebar.

After everything that had happened, it was now supposed to be mostly deserted. “I tell you what, Herk.

How’d you like to be the owner/manager of a place that does both of your favorite things?” “Sounds like fun ta me.

But I don’t got the smarts or the money to run either of those kinds of places.”

“Okay, Herk.

You know I’m from the future, right?”

The troll nodded.

“If I put money in a bank account, it earns interest over time...are we clear so far?” “Ya mean like when I lend somebody ten silver pieces, and I tell ’em if they don’t pay up twelve of them in a week, I’ll break one of their fingers?” “The same principle applies, only we don’t have to fracture any body parts,” chuckled Nerlim.

“I’ll take a few bags of gold from the storehouse, and set it up in a time-lapse account in your name, from my time period, using a few spells.

When I send you forward in time to my era, that much money will be worth more than you can ever imagine after all those years.” “I’m beginnin’ ta like the sound of this…” “But wait.

There’s more, Herk.

There’s a space station called Cinnebar…”

A blank stare appeared on the troll’s face.

“It’s a whorehouse in a faraway land that’ll be all yours.

You’ll have enough money to own it and add on a gambling hall or whatever else you’d like to do with it.” “Sounds like my kinda place.

But like I said before, I don’t know enough to run an actual business…” “That’s easy, Herk.

You do what any rich bastard with more money than brains does…you hire people to run it for you.

All you have to do is stay on top of them, and let others do all the work and watch the profits roll in.”

Nerlim thought about the network of friends and contacts he still had in the future.

“And I think I know just the two boys to help you out with this.”

After casting the necessary spell to set up the time-lapse account for Herk, Nerlim dug through his mental Rolodex of contacts.

Even though he was no longer deeply in student loan debt, Xelex found the job market on his home world wasn’t too bright.

And after paying off a large portion of his tuition, Quas was more than willing to return to Cinnebar if it meant he could indulge himself with the ladies on a regular basis.

They both agreed to return to Cinnebar and were given handsome salaries.

They began getting things ready as they prepared to meet the new owner, Herk. The Intergalactic Bank wasn’t happy about Herk drawing most of his account out once he’d arrived at Cinnebar.

But a DNA scan and retinal image had left no doubt to his identity, and they had to comply.

Even after taxes and fees were taken out, Herk was easily worth many billions of credits. Just as in other time periods, money talks.

With a seemingly limitless fund of credits to draw on, Herk had Cinnebar expanded from a mere space station to a huge casino and hotel complex, with a large arena for popular entertainment acts. Herk hadn’t bothered to get competitive estimates, and offered bonuses if a contractor could finish a job ahead of schedule.

Within months, Cinnebar was a huge success, with thou-sands of customers spending their money at the casino, staying in the luxury suites, taking in the big concerts and performing artists, and many of them also partaking of the pleasures of the flesh in the ‘adults only’ section.

Herk had the contractors leave the original Cinnebar as it was and build onto and around it.

With technology making warp drives available to the average con-sumer, it didn’t matter if Cinnebar was in the middle of nowhere; it was just as accessible as any other place in the galaxy.

But after several months, Herk could begin to see the flaws in his plan.

Sure, Cinnebar was raking in the credits.

But Herk couldn’t hope to make sense of the spread sheets and finan-cial reports the department heads showed him.

He might be the owner of Cinnebar, but it was others who really ran the place, and were probably gouging him by skewing the numbers and taking other liberties. One evening, Herk was killing time in the lobby of the brothel section, and debating which starlet he’d bed for the night.

A male customer was getting ready to leave after spending an extremely happy several hours with two of the more popular ‘ladies of the evening’, Ruby and Luna.

This particular customer was a telepath, and while some race’s minds were difficult to read, he could tell that Herk’s would be an open book to him. “Why so glum, chum?” he asked Herk.

“I thought a guy who ran a place like this’d be happy as a clam.”

He read the badge and title on Herk’s tuxedo. “Ah, it’s a long story and you probably wouldn’t understand…” moaned Herk. “You’d be surprised, buddy.

I’m a telepath...let me take a quick look at your thoughts.” “At this point, what’ve I got ta lose?” muttered Herk. After a quick mental scan, Herk’s situation was surprisingly clear.

“Ah, I see it now.

You like running this place, but don’t have the savvy to stay on top of it all.

You didn’t earn all those credits, you just inherited them.” “Now tell me somethin’ I don’t know, bub.” “One good turn deserves another, Herk.

After the good time I had with Ruby and Luna, I’m going to do something that’ll really help you out.

I’m a telepath and I can implant a program inside your noggin called MARV.

It’ll be tied to your brain; what you see and feel, it sees and feels.

It can communicate with you mentally and vice versa.

Nobody will be able to pull the wool over your eyes with things like financial numbers that don’t add up, or negotiating fees for the acts that perform here.” Herk slowly began to realize the benefits of something like this to him. “But you’ve got to remember this, Herk.

If you get drunk, MARV gets drunk; you get hurt, MARV gets hurt, etc.

In time, it can also suggest different ways of saying things to the different types of clientele, so you can deal with them easier.

But if you really overdo things, you can also burn MARV out, just like a bad bulb.” “At this point, I’m willin’ ta try anything,” said Herk.

“And you’re just gonna give me this?” “Ordinarily, this would cost a significant number of credits in the real world.

As long as I can enjoy myself in the future with the lovely ladies you have working here for free, it’s my gift to you.” “Sounds like we got a deal, pal.”

He shook the stranger’s hand. “Let’s go find a private room, and we’ll get this done, Herk.”

Within a month, things changed on Cinnebar.

The ‘new’ Herk ran a much tighter ship.

A handful of managers and employees were read the riot act for trying to get away with things, and some of them had been canned outright, and the others quickly fell in line when they saw this.

Herk also began to become better at schmoozing and dealing with different customers and celebrities.

He was still a troll, but Herk was turning into a more suave and debonair troll, more befitting the owner/manager of a huge casino complex.

Chapter 2: Repercussions

In the rented mansion in the Hollywood hills, Gerta slammed the phone down in disgust.

Thanks to Kate and Kaz spilling beer into her potion, it had caused more problems than just bringing the unwanted troll Herk to the big party. 

More of Gerta’s guests were starting to recall details about the party, and just what had happened to them.

And since many of them were celebrities, they had the money and clout to hire private detectives, and contact lawyers and other people who were starting to demand answers and information from Gerta. The original plan had been to start marketing all of the choice video footage to the many adult streaming services, turn a nice profit and then plan their next move.

But thanks to Akima Mars helping herself to the hard drive that contained the videos, Gerta couldn’t even do that.Something had to happen, and happen fast.

She could only ignore e-mails and not answer the phone for so long.

Sooner or later, they might possibly start showing up in person with the necessary warrants to search the house, and Gerta doubted if she would be able to talk her way out of that situation.

* * * * *

On the 3WA home-world Yuri sat at an outdoor cafe and waited for Kei to meet her.

Since they returned home, things had gone from bad to worse.

Kei’s friend had repaired the damage to their cruiser, caused when it was gouged by Akima Mars’ ship at Cinnebar.

To the casual observer, it looked fine, but once the technical sensors at the 3WA spaceport examined it, it was obvious what had happened. Kei and Yuri were called on the carpet by upper management, and when the dust settled were on ‘Administrative Leave’ (another term for suspended without pay), until they decided what to do with them. Suddenly a bright red cruiser pulled up alongside where Yuri was sitting.

This was one of the newest models, and something she or Yuri could never hope to own at their current salary.

The darkly tinted window moved down to reveal the driver: Kei. “Hop in, Yuri.

Have I got some news for you.” “Where’d you get a cruiser like this, Kei?

And what’ve you been doing for the past few weeks?”

After the chewing out from management, the two had gone their separate ways.

She climbed into the cruiser, and the window closed again for privacy. “A picture is worth a thousand words.

Just watch, Yuri…”

A holographic screen appear-ed in the center of the cabin, and Yuri was shocked at what she saw. Kei was shown close up and in high definition doing hardcore acts with men and women as a shemale.

Obviously, she’d put the micro-flesh bond dildo from Akima Mars to good use.

But in another scene, she was sporting two humongous cocks, each shaft almost two feet long! “Oh my gosh, Kei!” Yuri blurted out as the shock finally wore off.

“What in the world were you thinking, doing things like this?” “I’m thinking it’s maybe time for a career change.

Our luck at the 3WA is bound to run out sooner or later.”

The ‘Lovely Angels’ did have a spotless record of solving every case they’d been assigned to; but they’d also racked up more collateral damage than all the other agents combined.

Kei had always been more rash and impulsive than Yuri, and she’d hinted at doing something like this as they left Cinnebar. “But how did you manage to get two dicks, Kei…?” “I had one of the Tech Weasels go over these micro-flesh bond dildos, and even modify ’em a bit for me...that’s how.

A little special action on the side for him, and he’d do anything I asked him to…” “Ugh!

Spare me the details, Kei.

I can see how you managed to afford a cruiser like this now.

What’re you gonna do if the 3WA finds out what you’ve been doing?” Just then, Kei’s communicator buzzed.

She stopped the hologram showing her in action and opened a video call from their supervisor at the 3WA. 

“I’m glad I caught the two of you together.

Despite my objections, upper management has decided to temporarily reinstate you two.

Since you’ve both been there before, you’re going to pay another visit to Cinnebar.” “But chief, we know now that Cinnebar isn’t in 3WA territory, it belongs to the Vectrans,” replied Yuri. “That’s true.

But big changes have been happening there.

Vectra is short-staffed, so they’re sending one of their ‘trouble consultants’ to take a closer look at it.

Since she’s new to the job, they’ve asked if you two will be on-site, strictly in an advisory capacity.

You’ll be work-ing with a lady named ‘Bootika’.” “Okay, so when do head off for Cinnebar, boss?” asked Kei. “First thing tomorrow morning,” he answered.

“And since we don’t know for certain what type of situation you’ll be walking into, we’ve asked for some outside help on our own.

Earth has been able to spare one of their meta-humans, just in case things get out of control, and she’s also extraditing two prisoners back to earth.

You’ll be meeting a girl named Kara at the spaceport tomorrow morning.” Kei and Yuri both recalled that name as one of the unique women they’d briefly met at Cinnebar. “And one other thing ladies…” he paused to make sure he had the Lovely Angels’ full attention.

“If the two of you manage to cause more damage like you’ve done in the past...don’t even bother coming back.”

The hologram disappeared from view.

“Geez!

Nothing like an ultimatum from our boss to start the day off,” moaned Yuri. “Are you kidding, Yuri?

This is perfect!

We both know what kind of place Cinnebar is now.

And I can really give my new toy a workout while we’re there.”

Yuri looked at her partner in astonishment.

“And don’t worry, I had the tech boys make a duplicate dildo for you.” “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me, Kei!

This is our last chance, and if we mess this job up…” “Be realistic, Yuri.

Couldn’t you tell from our boss’s attitude that they’re gonna nail us, no matter what we do!”

Kei was right.

They were both being thrust into what was probably a no-win situation in this scenario.

“And besides, if we’re lucky, we may run into Barocca again while we’re there…” Yuri silently nodded.

“It was fun to use these things on Rhiannon and get even with her for what she did to us...even though I think she wound up enjoying it in the end.”

If it tuned out that they might lose their jobs, at least they might also get some satisfaction by using their new toys in the process.

* * * * *

“Are you telling me I’m suspended?” Kara nearly shouted at Amanda Waller.

She’d been called in to answer for her erratic behavior since returning from Cinnebar.

In Amanda’s office a monitor behind her displayed the facial image of Guy Gardner of the Green Lantern corps as part of a video conference call, “I didn’t say that, Kara,” replied Amanda, trying to remain calm.

“Think of it as ‘paid time off’.

For the last few weeks, your actions have been causing alarm.

You’ve accosted or nearly attacked multiple women for no apparent reason.

What were you thinking?” The only thing Kara could remember was she had been with a woman with green skin and another with bright red hair at some space station, and knew they’d done some extremely nasty and erotic things to her.

Since no one had green skin tones on earth, she’d recently gone after numerous redheads, ending with embarrassing and disastrous results. “Look, when you’re stopping some super villain, we can excuse a little over-zealousness.But we’re facing possible lawsuits and who knows how much property damage, thanks to you.” “Nice goin’, honey,” snickered Gardner.

“Way to represent the JLA and JSA, cutie…” Until now, Kara had ignored Guy.

“Oh, hello ‘Moe’,” referring to his absurdly outdated haircut.

“How’re Larry and Curly doing?” she retorted. “That’s just what I’d expect from some bimbo who’s bustline is 30 points higher than her IQ,” he sneered.

Something snapped inside Kara, and she unleashed her heat vision at Guy’s monitor, destroying it. “That’s enough, Kara!” shouted Amanda.

She pressed a button on her desk and rays of kryptonite radiation bathed the room, weakening Kara immediately.

“I’m docking Gardner half the cost of a new monitor for egging you on, and you the other half for losing control in my office!”

She pressed the button again, stopping the emanations. Kara felt like she’d ran a marathon and just had a major fight with her cousin. “I could’ve sworn these women looked like some super-villain I’d tangled with before, and was trying to bring them in…” she panted.

Kara was desperately trying to come up with a some-what believable story. Amanda clearly didn’t believe a word of this.

“Since you’re such a ‘loose cannon’ lately, there’s only two things I can assign you to.

The first would’ve been to work with Guy Gardner and the Green Lanterns.

But after seeing how well you two get along…”

She picked through some papers on her desk.

“The other job is to work with the 3WA, with two of their ‘trouble con-sultants’, Kei and Yuri.

They’ve asked for backup as they check out a space station called Cinnebar.” Kara tried to keep her composure; those names were starting to pry open a mental door in her mind.

Somebody didn’t want her remembering Cinnebar and what had happened there.

But now that it was opened a fraction, she was certainly going to yank it wide open. “As long as I don’t have to work with that pig, Gardner, I’m in.” “There’s one other task for you, once you get to Cinnebar.

They’ll be handing over two prisoners to be brought back to earth.

I believe you’re familiar with them: Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.

They caused some disturbances in another space sector, were apprehended and are being extradited back here.” Kara was familiar with the two women.

For not having any powers, Harley could cause a surprising uproar when she tangled with other meta-humans.

Ivy did have the ability to control plants, but that shouldn’t present too many problems on a space station. “Okay.

I’ll make sure I get them back home, and them turn ’em over to whoever wants them the most.” Amanda handed her some papers.

“Here’s your travel info.

They’ll take you to the 3WA sector, where you’ll meet Kei and Yuri.”

* * * * *

The Enchantress and the entity slowly regained consciousness.

They had each strained themselves to their limits, and had somehow avoided being cast into the sun. The entity knew it had to bide its time and lick its wounds and heal.

It would find a dark corner of space and rest for millennia if necessary, before it reared its head again. The Enchantress found herself back in her own realm, and could tell that her powers had fully returned.

To her surprise, the all-father greeted her and congratulated her.

Her actions towards the entity had prevented a possible Ragnarok, and banishing it like she had done, had made her a hero to the realm. She graciously accepted the praise, and tried not to act too much like a conquering heroine.

“I only did what any of us would do for the good of the realm.” Once she was safely in her own chambers again, Lorelei resolved to have no more phy-sical contact with the earthlings or the Vectrans.

Each time she’d done so, the results had been worse than before.

Even a goddess knew when to stop tempting fate.

Chapter 3: You Can’t Go Home Again

The cruiser Dragonfly came out of hyperspace, and slowed to a halt near Cinnebar.

Akima Mars and her two friends, Kitten and Pandora, were hoping that enough time had passed and they could get back to doing what they did best on Cinnebar. “I finished doing the final edits on the scenes from Gerta’s mansion, Akima,” said Kitten. “We’ll have to use the systems on Cinnebar, to upload these,” added Pandora.

“Until our communications system is fully upgraded on Dragonfly, we can’t do it here.” “And then we just wait for the credits to start rolling in,” replied Akima.

She pressed some switches to activate the forward display viewer.

“What the hell..?”

All the joyful emotion had drained from her voice.

Pandora and Kitten crowded next to her for a better view. “Are you sure you punched in the right coordinates, Kitten?” Akima asked. “Of course I did!

See, there’s the docking port for Cinnebar when we came here last time.” “But they’ve added on big time to the rest of it,” said Pandora, Cinnebar was now a massive hotel and casino complex that would rival or surpass any-thing in the major cities.

As they came in for a closer look, a large electronic screen was dis-playing the names of artists and entertainers that would be there in the weeks to come. “This week only: ‘G.L.O.W.’...whatever that is…” read Kitten, before the display changed. “If I’m in a good mood, maybe we’ll buy a program and find out,” grumbled Akima Mars.

“Just park this thing, Kitten.” “Looks like some of those nice young men will take care of that for us.” The ship pulled into the valet parking line, and the three exotic dancers got out.

Akima Mars made sure she bent over, giving the valet drivers a good look at her world-class cleavage. “Take good care of her boys...and we’ll take good care of you.”

The valets reluctantly pried their eyes off Akima and her friends, as the vessels behind them began honking their horns.

Akima, Pandora and Kitten strode into the lobby of the brothel section of Cinnebar.

This much was still familiar to them; almost everything else was new.

To their surprise, they recog-nized two figures relaxing on the sofas: Xelex and Quas.

And then they noticed Herk. “I know you...you’re that loud-mouthed troll from Gerta’s party,” gasped Akima Mars. “That’s no way to talk to the owner of Cinnebar,” said Xelex. “We’ll give these three lovely ladies a pass, since it’s their first time here,” said Herk.

He vaguely remembered seeing them at Gerta’s party, but didn’t know about their previous history here on Cinnebar.

His voice and manner were much more sophisticated than they remembered him, back on Earth. “How could someone like you wind up owning a place like this?” blurted Pandora. “Long story, ladies.

Right place...right time, some smart investments…” “Look, just give us some rooms, so we can get to work,” retorted Kitten. “Excellent idea, girls!

We’ve been needing some new talent around this place.”

The tone in his voice was unmistakable.

The three starlets stared at him shock.

“Of course we can al-ways have ‘private auditions’ in my personal suite, if you three think you’re up to it.” “I’d sooner do it with a wookie, gruesome!” shouted Akima Mars. “Ooh, you’ve got a kinky streak...I like that.”

Herk turned to Xelex and Quas.

“Have we got anyone like that booked right now?” Xelex looked a palm pilot.

“Not for at least a week.

But if you ladies would like to stay…” “Never fucking mind!” Akima, Pandora and Kitten shouted as one. By now the volume of the argument had been noticed by security, and they were closing in.

Herk stood up and took charge.

“Look, if you ladies want to stay here and work as part of my ‘brothel staff’, that’s fine.

Or if you want to check in as paying customers, go ahead.

But there’s no freeloading here on Cinnebar.”

He turned and walked away. “You haven’t heard the last of this!” shouted Akima Mars. “What the fuck ever...I wasn’t listening to the first of it,” replied Herk. “Let’s get the hell out of here, girls.”

They stormed out of the lounge only to freeze in their tracks.

It was the Inspector from Arcturus and his two aides! Although he definitely recognized the three dancers, he kept his composure.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Xelex?” Remembering how nice the dancers had been to himself and Quas, Xelex decided to do them a favor.

“Everything’s all right, Jacques.

These ladies were just on their way out.”

The Inspector tipped his hat, and he and his aides left the lobby.

“What the heck is going on here, Xelex?” asked Pandora. “Don’t ask me how, but Herk came into enough money to buy and renovate this place.

And after two wild goose chases trying to find you three on Cinnebar, Arcturus finally gave the Inspector and his aides the boot.” “He was in enough trouble,” chuckled Quas.

“But his aides got busted for making porn videos on the side, while they were still on duty.

Even their uncle on the force couldn’t save their bacon when that happened.” “But how could that big lug manage to do this?” asked Akima. “He gave us jobs when we couldn’t find work, and he pays better too,” said Xelex.

“He hires other people to run this place; I’m in charge of health and medicine and Quas is the chief financial officer.” “The Inspector and his goons are head of security now,” added Quas.

“And Herk brought back a lot of the original gals who worked here, too.” “Herk basically wrote blank checks to contractors, and got this place built and renovated in record time,” said Xelex.

“He didn’t care if they cut corners, as long as they got it done fast.” Akima Mars quickly realized that to get even with Herk, it would require much more stra-tegy.

She wasn’t going to win a shouting match with the owner of a casino. “Thanks for smoothing things over, boys.

I didn’t know this place was under ‘new owner-ship’.

Maybe we’ll see you again sometime.” 

On the way out, after posing for some photos and signing autographs for the valet staff, the three starlets left in their cruiser.

Once the Dragonfly had left Cinnebar, Akima Mars let her emotions out.

“I’m gonna teach that big lummox a lesson he won’t forget.”

She brought up the communication system and contacted Earth. “Ella, it’s Akima Mars.

How’s everything, darling?”

She listened for few moments.

“You said that you and Hope were always up for new adventures?” “Yes, neither one of us is tied up with anything right now.” “Great!

The two of you meet us at these coordinates I’m sending to you.

It’s a mansion in the Hollywood hills.

Me and my girls will meet you there tomorrow.

See you then!” “Just who was that, Akima?” asked Kitten. “After all these years, I thought we knew most of your contacts,” added Pandora. “A girl’s gotta have some secrets,” Akima Mars admitted.

“Before I met you two, I had some kinky adventures with some ladies that have a definite wild side.

The first girl sometimes goes by ‘Ella Normandy’.

But you probably know her better as ‘Vampirella’.”

Kitten and Pan-dora’s eyes widened as they saw images of her on a view screen.

“As for the other girl, a long time ago she was named ‘Hope’.

But nowadays, she goes by simply ‘Lady Death’.”

Now some images of the nightmare queen appeared on the screen. “Wow,” exclaimed Pandora.

“Remind me to ask them how they keep their boobs in place in those outfits.” “And I thought we showed a lot of skin sometimes,” said Kitten. “These ladies have a well-deserved reputation for playing rough and kinky,” said Akima Mars.

“We’re gonna turn ’em loose on Herk once we get back.

That big son of a bitch is gonna find out that it doesn’t pay to screw around with us.” “Um, didn’t you always say that if they want to screw around with us, that they have to pay up front first, chief?” chuckled Pandora. A small smile formed on Akima’s face.

“Just set in a course for Earth and pilot the ship, smart ass!”

“It’s a good thing we paid the extra credits to have a transporter installed on Dragonfly,” said Akima Mars, as they cloaked their cruiser and settled into orbit around Earth. “Saves us the trouble of having to park this ship on the front lawn,” said Pandora. The three starlets transported into the mansion. “Wow...looks like a hurricane hit this place,” said Kitten as they strode through the rooms. Little had been done to repair the havoc caused by the party.

The window Giganta had thrown Herk through was covered with cardboard.

There were numerous holes and dents in the drywall, one door had been torn off its hinges and little effort had been made to clean up the interior.

They located Gerta and the sisters half asleep in chairs and on the sofa in one room. “Wake up sleepy heads.” Akima called out.

“It’s time to get the party started.” “Oh, it’s you three…” grumbled Kate and Kaz as one.

The southern sisters were still sporting swollen eyes and puffy lips, thanks to their encounter with Rhiannon. “I am in no mood for any more verdammt parties,” mumbled Gerta. “That’s no way to talk to the girls who’re going to be lining your pockets,” teased Akima.

She held up the hard drive from Gerta’s PC. “Here’s the video files of all the action that took place,” said Kitten. “We took the liberty of editing them for you...they’re ready to upload,” added Pandora. “Lemme see that,” said Kate grabbing the drive.

Kaz unfastened the PC cover and they hooked up the drive. “Amazing…” muttered Gerta.

“If it involves making or watching porn, those two are like ‘wunderkinds’.

But ask them to clean house or balance a checkbook…” The PC booted up and the sisters began examining the videos. “Holy shit, take a look at this one,” gasped Kate. “You didn’t tell us ya made a gang-bang film of yer own, Gerta,” teased Kaz. “Just scan the rest of the films...you can watch them later!” snapped Gerta.

“We’ve found that smut tastes aren’t too different, even on other worlds,” said Akima.

“Just give ’em lots of action with no dead time, close-ups of what they want to see and clear images.” As the sisters took stock of the film inventory, Gerta gave Akima a quick recap of what had happened since they left.

Once they were satisfied with the quality of the films, Gerta produced a list of streaming video services, and the files were uploaded to them. “Now we’ve just gotta copy these gems to the Galactic Interweb,” said Kitten. “But I don’t think this little box has the power to do that,” added Pandora. “I’ll get the jumper cables from the garage,” offered Kaz. “We just might have to do that as a last resort,” chuckled Kitten, “but let’s try a few other things first.” Even though Gerta had chastised them about it, Kate and Kaz couldn’t resist fingering their crotches as they scanned the videos.

Their shafts were soon bulging underneath their T-shirts like two baseball bats. “There…that ought to do it,” Pandora admired her handiwork.

She had hot-wired several computers together, in order to give them the power to access the Galactic Interweb.

She got up, turned around and bumped straight into Kaz, her huge erection mashing against her frame. “Looks like you two are always ready for a good time,” said Kitten, noticing the same result on Kate. “You better believe it, darlin’,” whispered Kate. “I don’t know how we missed out on doin’ it with you two earlier,” added Kaz, “but we’re gonna rectify that right now.”

“Mein gott, not again,” exclaimed Gerta, noticing what was happening.

She raised one hand and began to make a glyph.

The sisters reluctantly backed down. “Keep it in your pants until we get to Cinnebar, you two,” said Akima Mars.

“There’ll be enough action there to satisfy even you.” “The scenes have now been uploaded to your streaming services as we agreed,” Akima Mars explained to Gerta.

“Now we’ll upload them so the rest of the galaxy can enjoy them too.” “And vhy couldn’t you do this on your ship or on Cinnebar?” questioned Gerta. “Because our new cruiser hasn’t had the necessary computer hardware installed yet… and because that asshole Herk was running Cinnebar when we got there.”

Gerta nearly choked on her drink.

She thought she had seen the last of the troll.

“From what you’ve told us, you’ve got just as big a score to settle with that jerk as we do.”

Gerta and the southern sisters nodded in agreement.

“Just got a text message from Vampi and Hope,” said Kitten.

“They’ll be arriving any minute now.”

A soft ‘poofing’ sound was heard from across the room.

Vampi and Hope appear-ed, decked out in their stunning costumes, with Hope wearing dark sunglasses. Kate and Kaz noticed the two beautiful new arrivals, and the bulges in their crotches grew even larger at once. “Just what the doctor ordered…” leered Kaz. “You look good enough ta eat darlin’,” purred Kate as they walked over to them. “I don’t believe this,” grumbled Gerta.

There had been enough embarrassing incidents from the two sisters in the past, when they couldn’t control themselves. Akima Mars clasped Gerta’s shoulder, holding her in place.

“Just wait until they get a good close look at my two new friends, darling,” she whispered. Kate and Kaz stood in front of Vampi and Hope, nearly drooling as they took in their exquisite figures.

Hope took off her sunglasses, letting Kaz look deep into her eyes and see the supernatural fires that burned in her soul. “The feeling’s mutual, I assure you,” Hope replied.

“But be careful what you wish for, honey.

My given name is Hope...but these days, I go by ‘Lady Death’.” Vampi smiled widely, letting Kate see her fangs, and she gaped in terror.

“See some-thing you like?” she cooed at Kate.

The sisters backed away in shock.

It was the only time Gerta could recall Kaz and Kate losing their erections without having sex.

“Okay, even if it is just past Halloween, let’s turn it down a notch,” said Akima.

“I think we can all agree Vampi and Hope will give Herk a ride he won’t soon forget.” “After seeing some of those videos the three of you made with those micro-flesh bond dildos, I’ve been itching to try something like that,” said Vampi. “And Herk sounds like he’s tough enough that we won’t have to worry about holding back any,” added Hope. “He’s the type that always lets his ‘little head’ do the thinking instead of his ‘big head’ anyway,” said Pandora. “There’s just one problem: the big lug already knows who we are after we showed up at Cinnebar,” added Kitten. “Even though he kind of remembered seeing us at the party,” said Akima, “he doesn’t really have a problem with us.

But if he sees you three, there’s no telling what he’ll do, espec-ially after what you did to him.” “So a little bit of disguising is in order,” said Gerta.

She could sense the supernatural powers present within Vampi and Hope.

“Follow me to my store room, liebschens,” pointing to the two new arrivals.

“We must prepare a new ‘wardrobe’.”

An hour later, the eight women admired themselves in mirrors in one of the bedrooms.

The spell Gerta and Hope cast had transformed them all into attractive, well-built women, but their faces and hairstyles had changed so that they would not be instantly recognized.

And while each woman had a figure to be proud of, none of them sported the massive, gravity-defying melons of Gerta or Akima Mars. “This is the best we can do on short notice,” explained Hope.

“Herk hasn’t met me or Vampi, so we’ll wait until later to spring our surprises on him.”

She turned and pointed to Kate and Kaz.

“And we had just enough mystical power left over to help heal the sisters here, so they’re back to looking normal.” “Luckily for you, you’re what we’d call ‘out patients’, in terms of healing,” said Vampi. “We sure do appreciate the ‘first aid treatment’, darlin’,” said Kate. “Just remember we’re going to a space station that’s now a casino complex,” said Akima Mars.

“You’re gonna see a lot of alien, non-human beings.

Don’t mouth off to them, or do any-thing stupid.” 

A stern look from Gerta enforced the warning to Kate and Kaz.

“You two cannot count on someone like this to always be able to help you.”

“Now, we had to do something to hide those enormous gazongas of your four,” Vampi said pointing to Akima, Pandora, Gerta and Kitten.

“You’ve still got ’em, but be careful when you move around.

You can knock things over or…”

Gerta and Akima Mars turned to look at each other.

There was still several inches between them, even though they could feel their bodies touching. “Just because you can’t see ’em, doesn’t mean those knockers aren’t still there,” chuck-led Hope.

“All right, this takes care of fooling Herk, visually,” said Kitten.

“What’s the rest of your plan?” “We’ll pass ourselves off as porn producers, and tell him we’re shooting a line of celebrity sex films,” said Akima.

“Herk won’t be able to resist fresh women to do the nasty with, espec-ially if they’re eager and willing.” “And zese little bottles should provide ze finishing touch,” said Gerta.

She held up what looked like a normal six-pack of beer bottles.

Even though they were capped, the containers gave off a bizarre odor. “Back in my neighborhood, I know trolls,” said Hope.

“Thanks to Gerta’s well-stocked ‘spice rack’, we created these.

This ‘grog’ is something no self-respecting troll can resist.

And once he’s had some of this special brew, we’ll have Herk right where we want him.” “I hope it tastes better than it smells,” grumbled Kaz. “You could probably use it ta scrub toilets with…” added Kate. “Just make certain ze two of you do not cause trouble like you did ze last time, or that will be vhat the two of you wind up doing permanently,” Gerta warned them. “That’s another thing,” said Akima mars, focusing on Gerta, Kate and Kaz.

“Try not to talk too much, or use a different accent, if you do.

If Herk hears a ‘ya’ll’ from you two or just an ‘achtung’ from you Fraulein, it could ruin everything.” “Let me just check the PC, to make sure everything uploaded to the Interweb without a hitch,” said Pandora.

A moment later she, turned off the system.

“Cool.

They’re already posted and they’re getting hits even now as folks view ’em and download ’em...for the necessary credits of course.” “I’m certain the same thing is happening to those files on your Internet too, darling,” Akima Mars said to Gerta.

She could almost see the dollar signs flashing in her eyes.

“Let’s beam up and head out.”

Once they had transported to the Dragonfly, a course was plotted and they arrived at Cinnebar, and the group of women entered the complex.

They waited until the lobby of the brothel section was mostly unoccupied.

While Herk’s ‘mental helper’ MARV was useful in help-ing him stay in control of running the hotel and casino, he almost always shut it down, when it came time to have fun in the ‘adults only’ section. Everyone took in the stunning looks of the eight new women.

They would outclass most of the women already employed here in sheer attractiveness.

But after a moment, the special scent of the ‘grog’ Akima Mars was carrying began to be noticed. “Maybe I should call maintenance and have them disinfect the room,” muttered Xelex. Herk recognized the aroma immediately.

“I haven’t smelled good old-fashioned grog in ages,” he exclaimed.

“And I haven’t seen a prettier cast of fine ladies either,” as he turned on the charm.

“Welcome to Cinnebar.

I’m Herk, your host.

What can I do for you, girls?” “I’m Candida,” Akima Mars improvised.

“I run an adult film production company.

We’ve heard a lot about you and your little house of ill repute here, Herk.” “It was all good, I hope.” “We’re filming a new series featuring how the high and mighty get down and dirty, and once we heard about you and Cinnebar, we had to check it out.” “My brothel is your brothel, girls.”

Herk bent down to kiss Akima’s hand.

He was too obsessed with the grog, to notice his head mashing into her enormous breasts where there should have been empty space.

He took a deep whiff of the bottles.

“This smells just like the grog my ma would make, back in the day...are you ladies sure you haven’t been to the Black Mountains or Skull Creek?” “Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure,” replied Akima, trying to remain composed.

“But we did our homework and found out this was something you wouldn’t be able to resist.

Have a bottle on the house.” “Don’t mind if I do.”

Herk grabbed a bottle, bit the top off and swallowed it and the con- tents without stopping.

“Ah, that really hits the sp-o-o-o-t,” he belched out the last word and reached for another bottle.

Akima winced as a combination of troll breath and grog hit her in the face from point blank range. “There’s plenty more to go around ‘handsome’,” teased Akima as she held it just out of reach.

“But first, what do you say to us getting some action scenes of you and some of my friends together?

Ella and Hope have heard all about you, and have been dying to meet you.” By now the special grog had already affected Herk to the point that he was ready to do anything that was asked of him, regardless of the possible consequences. “At Cinne-herk...I mean Cinnebar, we always strive ta make the cushtomers happy…” he slurred.

“Lead the way ladies…”

Xelex and Quas were shocked at seeing how easily their boss was talked into something that might have calamitous results.

But Herk was still a troll after all.

After Ella and Hope led Herk off to one of the rooms, Gerta released the spell that had been altering their appearance. “Hello, boys,” Akima cooed to them.

“I told you we’d see you again.” 

They quickly realized what was happening.

“Just leave enough of Herk, so he can still sign our paychecks,” said Xelex. “The big lug’s so obsessed with making money, he overbooks the hotel, and sometimes we have to come up with places to put guests in different places than usual,” said Quas.

Now that Herk was gone, Kate and Kaz got up from the group. “The big galoot is off havin’ fun somewhere out of sight,” said Kate. “We wanna try our luck at some of the gamblin’ tables fer a bit,” said Kaz.

“Then maybe we’ll hook up with someone and spend some time back here.” “You two realize that you need money in a place like this, don’t you?” asked Gerta. “Allow me,” offered Quas.

He wrote out and signed two guest voucher slips.

“Show these to one of the cashiers and they’ll give you some chips.

Just don’t don’t blow it all at once.” The southern sisters headed off to the casino in search of prey.

Chapter 4: Herk’s Wild Ride

Vampirella and Lady Death led Herk to the first empty room they could find. “Lie down and take a load off your, feet, Herk,” said Hope.

“We’re gonna get things ready.”

She made a glyph with one hand, and Herk was flung onto the bed on his back.

“Now take a quick nap...the fun’ll start when you wake up.” Herk laid flat on the bed, his head spinning as the special grog he'd drank went straight to his head.

“Quit showing off,” Vampi scolded her.

“Let’s set the atmosphere for this scene.”

Hope concentrated and the room was changed to a dungeon setting.

“There...that’s more like it.” “And now to try out these toys from Akima Mars.”

Both women shed their costumes and donned the unique dildos, and then activated them.

In less than a moment, each of them

was sporting a spectacular two-foot long erection and nuts the size of two tennis balls hang-ing beneath them. Vampi had known what to expect from seeing some of Akima Mars’ videos before, but was still in awe of her new tool, as she felt its size and power. Herk was awakened from his pleasure and alcohol induced trance, by a soft body suddenly flopping on the bed beside of him.

Herk’s eyes opened, as he felt velvety smooth lips touch against his own.

Looking over, Herk saw Vampi's naked body snuggled up against his side, her fingers smoothly unbuttoning his shirt.

At the other end between his legs, Hope settled down and pulled his prick out of his trousers. Herk moaned softly closing his eyes and just enjoyed the stroking as he felt Hope’s soft lips push against his cockhead.

Hope rubbed teasingly against the rim of his prick as her warm hands stroked up and down the length of his thick shaft.

"I love the way your lips feel," Herk moaned.

"Even the gals back home don’t do it as good as you do," Herk rambled on drunkenly, his big hands stroking Vampi gently.

  

"See I told you he’d like having you join in," Vampi snickered reaching down to join her hands with Hope’s to squeeze Herk’s limp cock, making him gasp, as her tongue slid around within his mouth.

Herk became more aroused as Vampi’s kiss was very nice and intensely arousing. 

Herk tried to lustfully make out with the vampiress, kissing her back eagerly while letting Vampi's tongue have its way with his mouth.

Hope stood up spoke a small chant and snapped her fingers.

Herk suddenly found himself completely naked, as Vampi straddled his naked torso, taking his face in her hands and kissing his lips more powerfully.

Vampi slowly lowered his head back down to nibble on Herk's bottom lip, then kissed the troll’s chin before moving down to nibble and suckle on his neck. 

Herk was intensely aroused by the sensations going on in his crotch from Hope, and the feeling of Vampi reaching wrapping her arms around him, enjoying the silky sweet aroma of the female vampire.

What Vampi and Hope were doing to him was enough to arouse any male, but for some reason, Herk couldn’t feel himself starting to become erect.

Down below Hope releas-ed her grip on his cock, letting it bounce and slap up against Herk’s stomach, splattering watery pre-cum and saliva on him, as her mouth moved down lower.

Hope dove right for Herk’s balls, her soft mouth licking and nuzzling those potent musky orbs.

Hope pulled Herk's legs apart, giving her full access to his rump.

Hope took full advantage, eagerly thrusting her tongue between Herk's rump cheeks.

Her hot wet tongue tip licked around the rim of that puffy doughnut, before pushing against the center insistently. 

"What the fuck!" Herk squealed like a school girl, nearly coming off the bed as Hope’s tongue tip wiggled inside him.

Hope giggled softly, as she worked her tongue up inside of Herk’s tail hole. "Do you like how that feels?" Vampi asked as she broke their lustful kiss, standing up over Herk’s body.

Herk suddenly found Vampi’s musky crotch rubbing against his chin, her throbbing cock now laying across his neck and collarbone. Herk moaned breathlessly, with his nose and mouth buried in grinning Vampi’s sweet smelling crotch.

Herk heard Hope giggle a little, as the silvery white goddess worked her tongue deeper into his butt hole.

Herk moaned, trying to reach for his aching hard cock to give it a stroke or two, until Vampi pushed his hand away.  

Hope stood up and made a glyph.

Suddenly, Herk’s arms and legs were secured by chains.

“You gals really do like to play rough, don’t ya?” “You haven’t seen anything yet, big boy,” replied Hope. Herk was completely at their mercy, as Vampi pursed her lips while stroking her huge cock slowly.

Hope's long, hot tongue thrust and wiggled within Herk’s rump hole, making his mouth gape open as he panted for breath, barely paying attention to what was going on right in front of his eyes. 

Herk’s mind focused on the sensations coming from his crotch, from Hope’s hot tongue up his tail hole to Vampi’s hand rubbing her own erect organ.

"Oh..." the big troll moaned louder and more enthusiastically, as Vampi gripped the underside of his chin.

Lifting Herk's mouth up, guiding his open moaning mouth to her own long throbbing cock.

Herk didn’t flinch at all when he saw Vampi’s cockhead.

He’d done it with huge tools like this, and others even more unique in his time growing up in the wild. "Oh yeah," Herk moaned, as he first felt Vampi’s pulsing cock head lay against his lips.

Tasting a salty squirt of pre-cum splash over his tongue, Herk locked eyes with the smiling vampiress, even as she rocked her hips pushing the first three inches of her cock in and out of Herk’s mouth.

"Come on big boy, wrap your lips around that," Vampi ordered with a giggle, watching as Herk’s eyes slowly came to focus on what was pushing between his lips.

To her surprise a vague look of pleasure crawled across Herk's face; plainly he was having no trouble with having a dick in his mouth.

Vampi then smirked and pounded her shaft in and out of Herk’s mouth. 

Herk moaned weakly, as Hope’s hot tongue slithered in and out of his quivering tail hole.

His eyes drifted up to see Hope’s grinning face, as Vampi pushed her cock back be-tween Herk's lips, the drunken troll lay back with eyes half closed.

Hope forced her tongue out of his tail hole, sliding her tongue up his crack. 

Vampi let Herk run his hands over her hefty balls as he slowly lapped his way up her big throbbing shaft, until he reached her wide cockhead.

Without using his hands, Herk took Vampi’s huge cock into his own eager mouth.

The sexy young vampiress slowly slid over a foot of her shaft into his hot, wet throat, holding it there for a long moment.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Vampi moaned out loudly, hands reaching out to grip Herk’s firm shoulders.

His warm mouth felt great on her aching cock, making her pant and moan softly.

Down below, Hope reached up and grabbed Herk by the balls as his cock swelled and stiffened. 

“This thing is bigger limp than most erections that I ever saw on men,” thought Hope. Herk was lost in pleasure and went back to work, taking Vampi’s cock down his hot throat eagerly. 

"Oh, you girls’re so good at that," Herk panted, as he slowly slid his lips up and down on her thick cock.

Vampi’s hands grabbed the sides of Herk’s head, as she started to push her cock in and out of that suckling mouth, trying to push every inch of her thick fucker down down Herk’s throat. 

Herk held Vampi’s fat balls tight in one hand, while he used the other to massage her pulsing cock as it slid in and out of his hot, wet mouth. 

"Oh fuck....you do that so good," Herk moaned weakly, as Vampi and Hope made him tremble wildly in pleasure.

Even though he wasn’t hard, Hope was expertly teasing Herk to the edge of an anal orgasm, and then backing off for a minute before starting to work him back up to the edge again.

"Damn, don't be like that...I need to cum so bad," Herk moaned and begged drunkenly, as he felt his body respond to Hope’s stimulations.

Only to have Hope back off until he had calmed down once again, before starting to work the horny troll again. 

It was driving Herk insane, and to top it off every now and then Hope would gently push her thick cockhead against Herk's tingling asshole.

Not penetrating it but just caressing around the outer rim, before shoving against the center of that star.

That made Herk’s body jerk wildly every time she did it, until that puckered hole began to open up slightly. 

"Ah fuck...let me cum...please let me cum!

I can't fuckin' take it anymore," Herk begged breathlessly as Vampi sat back, pulling his mouth off her quivering cock. "Do you really want to cum?" Vampi asked, her expressive lips rolling up into a wide leering smile. "Yes...please," Herk moaned, as the grinning Hope suddenly crammed another finger up his gaping tailhole.

“C’mon, girls, have a heart...I’ll do anything you want...”

When Herk looked towards his crotch, Hope was now getting up from between his wide spread legs.

Herk was still breathing heavily as he began to come back to his senses, when he suddenly heard wild laughter. "You’re damn right you will," Vampi answered with a naughty smirk, as she stood over the still tipsy troll.

Herk glanced over at Hope, still completely naked, slowly stroking her own long cock.

The troll didn't say anything as Vampi gripped Herk's shoulder and pushed him back down.

Herk looked up at the two women, plainly confused by what was going on. 

"I don't understand," Herk admitted meekly, as the smirking women stared down into his eyes. "Oh, I think you do." Vampi snorted as she pushed up closer, burying Herk’s nose in her silky crotch again.

"You’re going to do whatever the fuck we tell you.

So wipe that stupid look off your face and open your mouth."

"This time Herk, you’re going to suck my cock again...and Hope is going to put hers up your tail hole and maybe then we’ll let you cream yourself."  

Slowly Herk’s lips parted again, even while Vampi was rubbing her cockhead on his warm lips. 

"Suck it good..." Vampi ordered.

Herk half choked, as he felt that hot smooth rut muscle placed in his mouth.

Herk moved his head forward, slowly drawing that throbbing organ inside. 

Slowly the big troll slid his lips up and down that pulsing shaft, even as it was beginning to stretch his mouth and poke against the back of his throat.

Vampi still had her hand wrap-ped around the base, as Herk’s lips moved up and down her stiff cock. "Ah yeah...I love the way those big thick lips feel," Vampi panted teasingly.

“Suck on that dick like you mean it," Vampi laughed wildly and started to fuck Herk as hard as she could. Herk could feel her thick cock hitting the back of his throat, and hoped it wouldn't be sore in the morning.

And then suddenly Vampi’s fat cock was yanked out of his suckling mouth with a loud 'slurp'.

Vampi took a step back and turned to look at Hope. 

"Look here, Herk..." Vampi snickered gesturing to the massive erection jutting out from Hope’s crotch.

"See, she's hard as a rock.”

Herk stared at Hope with lust.

“I told you Hope… trolls are so horny, anything turns ’em on."

“Now we’re gonna give this scene some ‘wow factor’, so we’ll have to do a little better.”

Hope paused and thought for a moment, and then made a glyph in the air.

“Let’s try these on for size…” “Holy shit…” exclaimed Herk as she saw what Hope had done.

Both women’s cocks and balls were still the same size.

Vampi now had an erection that was a dark gray color, and a large flanged cockhead that looked like it came directly off a Clydesdale stallion. Hope’s cock was now bright red, and had a normal-looking cockhead.

The shaft of her

prick had numerous bumps and ridges on it that would give anyone a ride to remember when it went in and out of them.

"Show me just how much you love the taste of my cock, now Herk," Vampi ordered.

Herk nuzzled her throbbing shaft, Vampi reaching out to grab the back of his head.

Then she shoved her thick cock back into Herk’s mouth, not at all gently. 

This time Vampi slammed in as deep as she could go...trying to push her cock down Herk's throat.

The big troll started gagging and choking, but refused to give up. "Stop being such a tease...we both know you want it, Herk," Hope taunted, as Vampi reached out to grip the troll’s pointed ears, roughly pulling his mouth back down onto her pole.

Vampi forced her cock deeper into Herk’s mouth, this time reaching it into his throat.

Herk gagged and struggled to breath, getting more and more lightheaded until Vampi let his head lift up.

The wickedly grinning vampiress didn't let the big troll pull his mouth off her fat cock this time though. 

"Fucking impressive...that's a hungry throat you got there, Herk," he heard Hope say to him, as Vampi held his head tightly as she fucked his mouth.

Herk just tried to hold on, and let these vixens do what they wanted, since there wasn't much he could do about it.

Vampi was grunting and moaning while she fucked Herk’s suckling mouth and oozing pre-cum like crazy.

Now Herk felt Hope between his legs and could feel her spread his ass cheeks.

Herk started to pull away from Hope’s thick dick, but he wasn’t moving.

Then he felt something on his asshole that caused him to freeze in place. 

"Oh my fuckin' gods!" squealed Herk.

It had to be Hope's prick.

The troll’s ass was up in the air giving Hope easy access to his taboo hole.

Using her supernatural strength, Hope held his big round ass in place as she rubbed her cockhead against it and Herk went back to sucking Vampi vigorously. 

“He’s starting to really enjoy it,” Vampi giggled as she felt his mouth grow even more excited on her cock.

"Ah yeah, he’s really getting into it."

Suddenly Herk felt something much bigger pressing against his loose quivering ass lips, flicking a quick glance back he saw Hope move into position between his legs.

Herk cringed, when he felt Hope run her cock up and down the crack of his ass.

Herk moaned in protest around Vampi’s thick cock in his mouth, eyes rolling wildly as Vampi buck-ed her hips, fucking in and out of his submissive throat as the big troll struggled weakly. "Don't even think about letting my cock slip out of your mouth," Vampi ordered, as she held Herk in place.

Herk swirled his tongue around the fat head of her throbbing cock and slowly slid his lips down Vampi’s length.

Herk pushed himself to try and take it deep in his throat, feeling a bit of pride when his big round nose nestled into Vampi’s crotch. 

"Oh, fuck yeah...rub my balls," panted Vampi.

The pressure on Herk's asshole was growing more and more intense.

The big troll clenched his fists as Hope’s bulbous cock flare pushed against his tail hole.

Herk squealed through his nostrils, shaking his head back and forth as his pucker hole was stretched open around Hope’s wide flaring cockhead. “Just relax, go limp and push back onto my cock.

It'll be over quicker," panted Hope. “Doesn’t mean it won’t hurt,” teased Vampi.

“It’ll just be quicker.” “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding,” Herk thought hotly, moaning and grunting, as Hope pushed more of her strong demon cock inside of him.

Herk tried to push back, but this was only making the goddess that much more eager to get inside him.

Herk flinched as he felt that broad cockhead pound against his quivering anus.

Hope’s cock pushed into him a few inches, now battering its way past those inner gates as the troll gulped in air through his nostrils.

"It's splittin’ me in half!" Herk moaned around Vampi's thick erection, even as he felt Hope’s hand grip his hip.

While Hope's other gripped her long shaft, keeping it from flexing and bowing as she pushed deeper inside that resisting asshole.

Herk felt his muscles fatigue and slowly gave way before the goddess’ relentless stud muscle. 

"Fuck!" Herk screamed around Vampi's throbbing fucker, as Hope’s wide cockhead smashed past his sphincter muscles.

Herk’s eyes flew open wide in shock and pain, as Hope’s long prick suddenly slid smoothly and deeper into his tail hole. 

"Oh, fuckin’ gods!" Herk squealed out loudly making Vampi roar with laughter, as she gripped his ears again.

Vampi bucked her hips to fuck his long throat, even as Herk’s eyes half closed as the pain slowly melted into pleasure.

Soon he was panting and grunting softly, as Hope gripped his body by his hips and began thrusting lustfully. "We’ve got you right where we want you," Vampi congratulated him with a lewd sneer, one hand stroking Herk’s cheek.

"Got a cock up yer ass and a dick in the jaw.

What would your employees say if they saw you like this?"

Herk glanced back over his head, at the cameras mounted on the ceiling corners, recording all the action.

Herk felt the head of Vampi’s fat cock swell up, just before it shot her hot squirt of splooge against the back of his throat.

The troll didn't know what to do with the sticky, salty load in his mouth.

He wanted to spit it out, but Vampi was still grinding deep inside his mouth and holding his head in place.

The stunning vampiress looked down at Herk, snickering at the stunned and oddly quizzical look on his face. "Open up.

I wanna see my load in your mouth, Herk," Vampi ordered, watching with a nasty grin as the troll did just as he was told.

As Herk slowly lifted his mouth off her hard cock, leaning forwards with his mouth gaping open to display the puddle of batter in his mouth. 

"Alright...now swallow that creamy seed down." Herk greedily swallowed Vampi’s thick wad.

"Wow you really did it...I'm kinda surprised." Vampi giggled wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling Herk close she shared a long passionate kiss.

Herk felt shocked to feel Vampi sucking his tongue into her sweet tasting mouth. 

Even more shockingly, the more they made out, the more excited he became and Herk found his own cock began growing.

Maybe it was the delightful sensations Hope’s massive prick was giving him every time it stroked in and out of his hole.

Despite everything that had happened, his own cock was only semi hard.

Herk was filled with the most delightful sensa-tions of pleasure, and his body seemingly on its own had began pushing back onto Hope’s thick demon cock. 

Herk was moaning and panting around Vampi's kissing lips, unable to deny it to himself any longer.

He was loving this...it was like Hope's hard throbbing cock had flipped a switch somewhere within him.

The beautiful goddess pulled back until her flared cockhead was tugging out on the clenched muscles of Herk’s tight butthole.

"Ah..." Herk moaned out as that long meatstick of Hope’s was lustfully slammed back into him, surprising the troll and taking his breath away.

Herk heard Hope chuckle lewdly, even as she pulled back and slammed home again savagely. 

Quickly building into a rough, agonizing rhythm, Hope leaned over and down to his belly, to grasp that long semi-hard cock playfully stroking it as spurts of pre-cum trickled out of it. 

"Oh, fuck," Herk grunted, as his ass was pounded roughly over and over again by the horny young goddess on top of him.

Herk couldn't help whimpering and moaning, kissing Vampi’s mouth more and more lustfully. 

"Hey Vampi, look what I got down here," Hope laughed as she teasingly jacked Herk thick cock.

Vampi smirked as she heard Hope chuckling lewdly.

While watching the slender young goddess rubbing and stroking Herk’s cock, even as she bucked and slammed roughly into the troll’s clenching anus. "Damn that looks good...Herk has got it going on," Vampi laughed as she looked down at that huge cock, noticing that it was now growing thicker and fatter. 

"Oh, fuck!" Herk moaned out loudly, and he was now sporting a raising erection.

And Hope now found herself looking at that throbbing fucker up close. 

Hope slammed her long cock lustfully in and out of Herk's sexy anus.

Herk was moan-ing and panting breathlessly, as the sleek young goddess slid into him on a slight downward angle.

As the assault on his ass continued nonstop, Hope held that big round rump pounding into it savagely as she neared her own peak. "Oh...fuck yeah!

You feel so fuckin' good inside of me..." Herk moaned, making Vampi and Hope snort with amused laughter. 

Hope moaned breathlessly as her strong young body drove her rock hard cock balls deep into Herk.

She was certainly enjoying the sex, and couldn't help noticing that Herk really seemed to be getting into it as he moaned and panted for breath. 

"Big, strong stud riding my dick," gasped Hope.

"I'm getting close...going to fill your rut hole full."

"Ah, fuck!" Without a cock in his mouth Herk screamed out loudly, as Hope repeatedly slammed into that sensitive gland inside of his butt.

Hope's firm hand smacked Herk’s ass, as her fat young balls slapped up against his butt cheeks.

A wild wave of pleasure seemed to emanate from his anus, every muscle feeling like they were contracting.

Herk couldn't seem to draw a breath in, as that pleasure built sharply within his anus, testicles and lastly his long troll cock.

Herk's body was bucking and jerking, pushing back as Hope pounded lustfully into his clinched ass.

Herk was squealing louder as a strange tingling sensation ran down the underside of his thick cock.

It was really very similar to a regular orgasm in that his whole body felt a rush of orgasm cascade through it. 

"Yes!" Hope cried out as her own powerful orgasm erupted, spurting scalding hot splooge deep inside Herk's throbbing hole.

As Herk laid there moaning and panting for breath, feeling every squirt of that hot seed splash inside of him. “That was awesome girls,” Herk panted.

“It feels like I’m charged full of energy now.

In fact, I feel strong enough to do this…”

He gritted his teeth and concentrated as hard as he could.

There was a soft ‘poof’ sound. Now, Herk’s hand and legs were free from the chains, “How the hell did you do that?” exclaimed Hope. “I’m just full of surprises, honey.”

His troll cock began to grow at a phenomenal rate, reaching over three feet in length.

Without using his hands, Herk flexed his prick back and forth, the huge cockhead slamming between Hope’s breasts and coming to rest against her neck and chin. Hope tried to back away in shock, but couldn’t.

Herk had his ass cheeks clamped tight on her.

“You ain’t goin’ anywhere, sister.

All those ‘speed bumps’ on yer rod make it kind of hard ta pull out, don’t they?” Vampi tried to move away from him at her end, but with his hands free, Herk gripped her balls tightly.

“Don’t even think about it, honey,” he warned her.

“You two had yer fun with me.

Now it’s my turn.”

Now Herk extended his troll tongue fully outwards.

It was over a foot long, and wrapped around Vampi’s shaft like a miniature python. Vampi’s eyes widened in surprise as she saw what Herk had done.

Now the skin on Herk’s huge shaft began to move up and down on its own, as though he were jerking off.

Hope and Vampi stared at him in amazement. Herk grinned at Hope.

“Use those big knockers, girl.

The quicker you two get me off, the sooner this’ll be over.” “So you want to get off, big stuff?

Okay, here it comes…”

Hope brought one fist to her mouth and muttered an incantation over the large ring she wore, and it began to glow as though it were alive.

With a grunt of supernatural strength, Hope managed to spread Herk’s legs even wider.

Without warning, Hope brought her fist down and shoved it in almost to her elbow in Herk’s butt.

The effect of the ring next to her own cock lodged inside Herk made her shoot off even harder inside of him. "Damn, what..." Herk exclaimed in shock, as Hope’s fist and cock within his ass shot him over the edge towards a climax.

An ear splitting whine of pleasure escaped the big troll, as his mighty erection continued to jerk up and down on its own.

Spraying a milky fountain of stud milk out all over Hope’s face and cleavage, a good amount splashing over her tongue as he squealed and moaned, the bed began to creak under the load. “Don’t worry, I made sure to save some fer you, sweetie,” Herk grinned at Vampi.

With a hard flex of his cock muscles, Herk pulled his still hard prick out of Hope’s cleavage so it was now pointing at himself and Vampi at point blank range. Herk’s monster cock was still going strong, shooting long ropes of thick, gooey sperm that landed on his and Vampi’s faces.

The intense pleasure orgasm lingered for perhaps twenty five or thirty seconds as Herk seemed to cum in slow motion over that time, spewing out his thick potent cum.

Hope milked more cum out of Herk's tensing shaft by squeezing his nuts, and aided by her hard young cock smashing against Herk’s butt cheeks, draining his balls at last. Finally, Hope had finished and slowly pulled out of Herk.

Hope and Vampi stared at Herk, and didn’t know what to say.

They’d had their fun with him, and thought they’d teach him a lesson.

After what just happened, they weren’t sure of anything.

After what he’d just done, Herk was exhausted. “Yeah, I’m just a troll… just not the kind yer used to dealin’ with ‘blondie’,” he panted, pointing at Hope.

“And this place services customers from all over the galaxy.

The ones we make really happy...they’ve been showin’ me some new tricks.

You just got a free sample…” Vampi and Hope stared at each other in shock.

They would have to have words with Akima Mars regarding this later.

Each of them began wiping off the excess sperm on their faces. “You really are smarter than the average troll, Herk,” said Hope. “But for now, here’s a ‘free sample’ from me,” said Vampi.

She bent down and sank her fangs into Herk’s neck.

There was a small grunt of pain, but it was from Vampi and not Herk.

The big troll collapsed like a balloon being deflated. “You aren’t gonna turn him into one of you, are you?” asked Hope. “No. This’ll just knock him out.

I’m not that kind of vampire.”

Vampi raised her head and wiped her lips, spitting out what little troll blood she’d taken into her mouth.

“Yuck!

This stuff is definitely off my diet list.” “It’s a good thing we didn’t swallow any of his spunk either.”

She looked closer at Vampi.

“Are you all right?”

One of her fangs was actually chipped. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with skin as tough as this brute.”

Vampi closed her eyes and concentrated.

Her tooth reformed perfectly in seconds.

“Lucky for him, I’m a fast healer.”

“Let’s clean up, go find Akima Mars and make arrangements to go home.” “He’s a fast healer too,” said Vampi.

“He’ll come to in a little while, and then Akima and the girls can set him up with whoever else they’ve got in store for him.”

Shortly afterward, Herk awoke to find himself alone in the room.

Thinking back to his earlier days in the wild, Herk could remember when he’d spent the night drinking, gambling and carousing, and then bedding the first female of any type that he could find.

He would rise the next morning after little sleep, get up and do it all over again.

Of course, such a lifestyle exacted a heavy price; but in his younger days, Herk could survive it. “I wish I felt half as good now, as I did back then,” he thought.

Chapter 5: Crossing Paths

Several of the high-ranking officers of the Vectran military sat in a conference room with Bootika.

Bootika was similar in appearance to Rhiannon, only with paler skin, and features that while they weren’t unpleasant to look at, were a little harder and more chiseled.

She had a long record in the military for carrying out successful missions, but had an equally long record of incidents ranging from insubordination, public brawls and other indiscretions. The top brass had considered ousting Bootika from the service and letting her become someone else’s problem, until a position had opened in what was the equivalent of the 3WA as ‘trouble consultant’.

Essentially, Bootika could be sent on missions where it didn’t matter if she caused trouble or property damage. “You’re being sent to a space station called Cinnebar,” the general explained.

“It used to be on the fringes of Vectran space, and we didn’t care too much about it.

In less than a year it’s suddenly grown into what is now the third largest casino complex in the system.

We want to know more about it, and have them start paying fees and taxes like everyone else.” “Since it’s the first time we’ve had anyone report on Cinnebar, you’ll be working with two agents from the 3WA,” said another officer.

“They’ll help you spot what to look for, and how to fill out the various reports.” “Sounds like a piece of cake to me,” replied Bootika. “That’s the first part of your mission,” said the general.

“The other is you’ll be helping to transfer two prisoners to Cinnebar.

From there, an agent from the Terran system named ‘Kara’ will take them back to a planet called earth.” 

“You’ll be interfacing with a number of people from different agencies,” said another officer.

“Are you certain you can deal with this?” “I can give orders with the best of ’em, and follow any order there is...as long as it’s a good one, chief.”

The Vectran official sighed, rolled his eyes and pressed a button on the desk, and a wall panel slid open, revealing three figures.

The first was Angela, a beautiful redheaded bounty hunter, in a stunning costume that revealed more than it hid.

Her costume had several ‘ribbons’ or parts of her outfit that flowed in the air as though they had a life of their own, even while indoors. 

“Aren’t you freezing in that crazy outfit?” asked Bootika. “My ribbons generate heat to keep me warm...and do other things too.”

Angela’s equipment included a large ‘lance’ which looked like it could inflict serious damage.

Since breaking away from the angel guild and going freelance, Angela had needed to take on odd jobs like this.

They were offering an absurd amount of credits and she couldn’t afford to turn it down.

The two women in Angela’s charge were from earth, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy; both were bound to the chairs they were sitting in and handcuffed. “Somehow these two stowed away on a ship that left the JLA satellite after their annual Holiday party,” said Angela.

“From there, they hijacked it and caused havoc at a spaceport, committed four acts of piracy on the spaceways, three counts of reckless endangerment,” she looked at a notepad.

“...and one moving violation.” “Sheesh,” muttered Harley.

“Ya make one wrong turn and they wanna throw the book at you.” “Only you would stop to ask for travel directions from an alien being,” grumbled Ivy. “I asked him how ta get back ta earth...he said turn right, so I did.” “He was an alien, Harley!

He had three right hands...each one was pointing in a different direction!”

Angela rapped the two of them on the back of their heads with her lance for quiet. “Anyway, the owner reported his ship stolen,” she continued.

“These two caused enough disruption that it was easily spotted, and they were apprehended.

I took the job of making sure they get to Cinnebar.

From there, someone else takes over, and then they’re earth’s problem.” “Doesn’t sound like it should be too tough,” said Bootika.

“They’re both already bound and handcuffed.” “Ya mean these little things?” asked Harley, holding up the now empty cuffs.

Angela and Bootika looked at her in shock.

“Gettin’ out of a pair of cuffs and ropes like this is just foreplay, when ‘Mister J’ and I were still together.” “Yes, those little things,” muttered an irritated Angela.

She pressed a button on her lance, sending a current through the cuffs.

Harley shook violently and was rendered semi-conscious.

As she bent down to redo the bindings on Harley, the blonde troublemaker whisp-ered to her. “Could ya do that again...only just a little bit harder?

It was almost like how ‘Mr J’ used to do it to me sometimes...” Angela began to realize why the pay to transport these two was so high, and why there were no other competitors for this job. “Are you sure you don’t need a Boy Scout to double-check those knots on these two?” teased Bootika. “Be quiet, or I’ll show you some other things my lance can do.”

* * * * * *

Kei and Yuri picked up Kara at the spaceport, and headed off to Cinnebar.

Kara could remember seeing them briefly in the lounge.

Kara was staring at Kei and Yuri so intently, it began to make them feel uncomfortable.

Once they had left orbit, and set in a course, Kei broke the silence. “We remember you too, Kara.

A lot of stuff happened at Cinnebar involving the three of us, and not all of it was good.

I pulled a few strings at the 3WA and had them download a lot of their video files.

A lot of what you’ll see may not be fun to remember, but it’ll answer the questions you’ve got.” “But aren’t things like that encrypted or password-protected?” “Please,” laughed Yuri.

“That might stop the average hacker, but not the 3WA.” Kei selected a video file and handed Kara a tablet.

A video of herself, Giganta, Jen and Knockout entering the lounge on Cinnebar appeared on it.

She was shocked at her drunken behavior and how she watched herself ogle the other women. “It’s pretty obvious one of your three ‘friends’ gave you something that made you act like this,” said Kei.

After that, Rhiannon colliding with Jen and Giganta, and then Kei and Yuri accompanying the three of them to a room to have their way with her was shown.

Kara could be seen as embarrassed at first, and then grew angrier as more events unfolded. “First you and the other girls did some type of major tittyfuck display,” Kei continued.

Kara watched in shock as she wrapped her boobs around Vantha’s dick, while the other girls around her did the same thing to other shemales.

Kara began to lose control and the tendons on her arms flexed and stood out. “Hey!

What do you think you’re doing?” cried Yuri.

Her cry startled Kara for a moment, so that Yuri could yank the tablet away from her.

“You’re as bad as Rhiannon, when it comes to holding tablets.

These things don’t grow on trees, you know.” Kara was nearly livid, with small streams of power forming in the air in front of her eyes. 

“And cut it out with the heat vision or whatever it is your eyes can do!” shouted Kei.

“If you lose control in here, none of us may make it to Cinnebar.”

Kara forced herself to remain calm for the time being.

“After that, you got to see how the other half lives when you cleaned up,” said Yuri.

She changed the setting so the videos were projected as a hologram in front of them.

Kara gaped in shock as she saw herself as a horse-hung shemale doing it first to Knockout, then Jen and finally Giganta. 

“But how did I get..?” “Akima Mars gave us micro-flesh bond dildos to use,” said Kei.

“They look and feel just like the real thing, and you’re back to normal when you take them off.”

A smug smile appear-ed on Kara’s face as she saw herself getting some revenge on the three who brought her to Cinnebar.

“Like I said earlier, you’re not the only one who had a bad experience on Cinnebar,” said Kei.

She showed a few scenes of Rhiannon, Vantha and Rayleena raping them, and then the gang-bang later on, when they had tried to overwhelm the Vectran commander. Yuri looked at her in astonishment.

“The last thing we need is for you to broadcast scenes of what happened to us to everyone, Kei!” “Newsflash Yuri: those scenes are already on the Interweb on pay sites and have been viewed countless times already.

I got in touch with Xelex and Quas, and told them we’d bet-ter be paid for those, or I’d report them to the Vectrans for tax evasion.” “So that’s how you could afford that new cruiser…” Yuri realized. “That and a few videos I made on the side, once we got home.

Check your bank account, Yuri.

I made sure they paid you for your scenes on Cinnebar too.”

Yuri pulled out her phone and looked at her bank balance...it was significantly larger than she recalled.

She couldn’t decide whether to be thankful or angry at Kei for the time being. “I really don’t care if I get paid for my scenes or not,” growled Kara.

“Once I get back to earth, I’m really gonna teach my ‘three friends’ another lesson for messing with my head.”

By now the time she had spent on Cinnebar was much clearer to Kara, and she recalled in detail what had happened there. 

“And we’ve still got the micro-flesh bond dildos,” said Kei.

“If we’re lucky the three of us can put ‘em to good use while we’re on Cinnebar.

The last time we were there it was just a whorehouse; now it’s suddenly blossomed into an enormous hotel/casino complex.

Along with helping the Vectran agents evaluate it, there ought to be plenty of time to have some fun on the side while we’re there.” Kara thought about her plans for revenge; it was too much to hope that Jen, Giganta or Knockout might be there again so soon.

But now that she knew what to expect, she was cer-tain she could find a few free hours to have fun with someone.

And if there were more of the micro-flesh bond dildos to be found, then things could get very interesting indeed.

* * * * * *

As the Delphi IV left earth orbit, Rhiannon checked her e-mail.

To her relief, the IT girls had cleaned out the spam and viruses in the system so she was no longer getting adds offer-ing Viagra or other porn solicitations.

To her surprise, one e-mail was from the top brass, with the subject: Cinnebar.

Fortunately, they weren’t asking for details about her latest furlough. “Looks like we’ll be stopping at Cinnebar, again,” she told Vantha. “But that place was almost a ghost town, the last time we were there.” “That ‘ghost town’ has suddenly grown into the third largest hotel/casino complex.”

Due to the time differences in the various dimensions and their trip back to Sonja’s time era, a number of months had passed.

“Since we’ve been there before, they want us to help check it out and report on things on our way back home.” “It says here we’ll see another Vectran team, as well as a few folks from the 3WA,” said Vantha as she read the dispatch.

“And that one of them is named ‘Bootika’.

Now where have I heard that name before..?” “She and I were in basic training together.

If you thought I was rough around the edges, you should’ve seen her.

I’m surprised she’s lasted this long in the military without being kicked out.

I heard that she’d transferred into the Special Ops division, but I stayed away from that one, even though they asked about me...there were rumors that their kind of training can mess with your head, giving you really crazy mood swings.”

She paused after thinking back on her early days in the military.

“They want as much data as they can on Cinnebar from different sources, and they they’ll decide what to do about it.” “We could always bring Barocca along too, since she worked there several months.”

Once the starship came to a stop in space outside of Cinnebar, Rhiannon tapped her communicator.

“Barocca, meet me and Vantha at the transporter room.

We’re going to pay one last visit to your former home, Cinnebar, before we head back to Vectra.”

* * * * * *

Bootika’s cruiser moved into the valet parking section of Cinnebar.

She, Angela and her two charges Harley and Ivy left the vessel, and after asking where they could find Herk, headed towards the brothel section. “You’d think the owner of a place like this would be smart enough not to hang around his own whorehouse,” said Bootika.

“That’s playin’ with fire and askin’ for trouble.”

None of them really had any background details on Herk just yet.

“”Since the group from the 3WA isn’t here yet, I’m gonna get something to eat.

You three can hang around or do whatever you want in the meantime.”

She strode off in the direction of the buffet tables. “All right, you two, you heard her,” Angela instructed Harley and Ivy.

“You can try your luck at the gaming tables, hang out with me or maybe even find someone to hook up with here.” “Ain’t you worried we’ll make a break for it?” asked Harley. “I don’t think so,” said Angela with a wicked smile.

“While you two were asleep, I put a special ‘collar’ around your ankles.”

It looked like a simple piece of decorative gold jewelry, but wouldn’t move or come off, regardless of how hard they rubbed.

“They’re programmed to let you go anywhere on Cinnebar.

But if you try to leave without permission...I trust you ladies have seen those ‘nature videos’ where a wild animal will chew off its own foot to escape from a trap?”

Ivy and Harley stared at her in shock and fascination.

“That’s what it’ll do to you two if you try and bolt from here.”

* * * * * *

Kei maneuvered the cruiser Lovely Angel into the valet parking section, and she, Yuri and Kara strode into Cinnebar.

“Holy cow,” Yuri muttered.

“If we hadn’t already been to the ‘you know what’ area, you wouldn’t recognize this place.”

As they neared the lounge section, the trio passed the Inspector and his two aides.

Yuri thought she recognized the two of them from somewhere.

“Hello, Maurice…Bruno,” Kei smiled widely at them. “Nice to see you again, miss Kei,” said Bruno. “A pleasure as always,” added Maurice. “We had a wild time when we made that video together, a few weeks ago,” said Kei. Yuri’s eyes bulged in shock.

These two were some of the men she had seen Kei doing hardcore scenes with as a shemale, after she had picked her up at the cafe. “If you’re ever free again, just call us,” said Bruno, as he and Maurice left. 

“I’ll keep my calendar open, boys.

You never know what’ll happen.” The Inspector scowled at them and shook his head in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you two imbeciles thought you could get away with making porn videos with her on company time and thought you wouldn’t get caught,” as the trio walked away. Yuri stepped in front of Kei and confronted her.

“Kei!

Do you actually mean that you and them...really did the..?” “Yep.

It’s not my fault if their bosses found out that they were screwing around on com-pany time...literally.

I guess they had to take whatever work they could find after that.” “And me without a barf bag or a full-body condom,” moaned Yuri.

“Easy, stomach.

Don’t turn over...please.”

She rubbed her abdomen. “Keep moving,” said Kara.

“If this place has a nurse’s station, we’ll order a bottle of Maalox and a straw for you.”

Kara’s group entered the lounge of the brothel section, met the two Vectran women and Akima Mars and her two friends and Gerta’s group.

With her memory finally clear, Kara recognized some of the familiar faces.

After they conversed about the events that had hap-pened to them earlier, and what their plans were for Herk, Ivy came up with a wicked idea for the next ‘partner’ for him. Using her ability to affect and grow almost any type of plant, and combined with some spell work from Hope and Gerta, Ivy used some of the local floral decorations and quickly grew them into a life-sized female.

She had done this numerous times to create plants that looked human to confuse and confound the caped crusader and his partners back on earth.

Under normal circumstances, those could take weeks to develop; thanks to help from Gerta and Hope, it took no time at all.

The new creation was dubbed ‘Lily’.

She had light green skin

with a figure that was stunning, with a unique set of emerald green eyes. “Not bad, honey,” said Rhiannon as she took in Ivy’s work. “It is a good thing Kate and Kaz have left, or they might lose control,” said Gerta. “She can’t speak very much,” said Ivy, “but from what you’ve told me, Herk’s not much for conversation anyway.” “All right, now that you’ve got things set up for Herk,” said Angela, “there’s something I need to take care of.”

She walked over to Kara and shook her hand.

“These two little munch-kins are now in your care…they may not look like much, but don’t let that fool you.”

She gave her the mini-controller and explained how it could remove or alter the ‘ankle bracelets’ on Harley and Ivy. “I’ve read all about these two,” said Kara, pocketing the device.

“I’ll take them off your hands now.”

By now, Herk had managed to stagger back to the lounge section.

His shirt looked likeit was inside-out, and he’d fastened the button to the wrong hole on his evening jacket, mak-ing it appear uneven and mismatched.

His skin was paler, and he looked like he’d literally been put through the wringer, after a session with Hope and Vampi.

Herk was so worn out that even though the lounge doors opened automatically for him, he walked straight into the door frame, face first. “Pardon me, bub,” Herk mumbled out of reflex.

Hope and Gerta activated the spell again, so that they wouldn’t be recognized by him.

Herk was greeted with cheers and applause by the women, and in his current state couldn’t tell if it was sincere or not. “There’s the star of our little show,” said Akima Mars, going back into her role of ‘Candida’ and rising from her seat.

“You were everything we’d heard about you and then some, ‘Herk-u-lees’,” she teased him.

Herk couldn’t help but smile nervously.

“Are you all set for round two, big stuff?” “Well, I do kind of need to catch my ‘second wind’, if ya know what I mean.” “Here, have a little ‘pick me up’,” said Pandora, handing Herk a fresh bottle of grog, this time with the cap off. Herk’s eyes lit up like a child on Xmas morning and downed it without stopping.

In moments the color returned to his skin, and he began eyeing the women with desire. “Your next partner is named ‘Lily’,” said Akima, pulling her close to the two of them.

“She doesn’t talk too much, but trust me, she’s a real ‘man eater’ when it’s time to have fun.” Herk had to shift his trousers to try and conceal his growing erection.

He was acting like a teen troll on his first trip to a place like this. “Follow me to my parlor, dear.”

Herk led the way out of the lounge with Lily, his mind on nothing else besides a fresh female to have sex with.

“Trolls really will fuck anything, no questions asked,” muttered Rhiannon. “This special ‘grog’ we cooked up did help some, darling,” explained Akima Mars. “So that’s what I’ve been smelling,” said Vantha.

“I thought maybe somebody had an accident in their pants.”

“Just wait until Herk and Lily get together,” said Ivy.

“Thanks to some help from Hope and Gerta, I included some choice features of ‘carnivora plantae’ in Lily.”

The other women looked at her with blank stares.

“For you non-botanists, that’s carnivorous plants.

When Akima told Herk that Lily was a ‘man eater’, she wasn’t kidding.”

“Okay, now that the ‘missing link’ will be occupied for a little while,” said Rhiannon, “I think we can skip the disguises.”

Hope and Gerta canceled the illusion spell that made some of the women appear different, in order to fool Herk. The smell of the grog in the air was acting like an aphrodisiac on the women.

While none of them wanted to drink any of it, almost all of them were ready for any kind of sugges-tion that would lead to erotic fun and games. Rhiannon broke the ice first.

“You know, Fraulein,” looking at Gerta, “we never did have the chance to get better acquainted at that party of yours.” “And Kate and Kaz told me that you were the type of girl who likes to play rough some-times, liebschen,” she responded.

The two women walked off together, admiring each other’s charms, mentally undressing their bodies with their minds. “See ya later, girls,” Rhiannon called out.

“Don’t wait up for us.” “Hey!

I’m still listed as the sole beneficiary on your military insurance, right chief?” Vantha shouted.

“Hey, Barocca,” said Kei.

“How about one last fling with us, before you’re inducted into the Vectran army?”

She and Yuri had gathered bits and pieces of what had happened to her after they last met. The aroma from the grog had caused Barocca to lower her guard.

“Why not?”

The two 3WA agents were cute and feisty, and she found herself wanting some type of release.

“Do you two still have those ‘toys’ from Akima Mars?” referring to the micro-flesh bond dildos. “You bet we do,” said Yuri.

The three of them walked off to find an empty room.

She and Kei would wait until later to show Barocca what ‘double trouble’ really meant.

“Hello, Kara,” said Vantha.

“No hard feelings after what happened here last time?” Kara didn’t really have a grudge with her, but was horny as hell.

She knew that most of the other women could perform as shemales, and wanted to return the favor by having sex with Vantha in that style.

She turned to Akima Mars.

“I don’t suppose you have any more of those..?” “But of course, darling.

In my line of work there’s a saying: don’t leave home without it.”

She reached into her purse and produced one of the micro-flesh bond dildos and handed it to Kara. “Now we’re gonna be on a level playing field this time, honey,” she told Vantha.

Even though Vantha was a foot taller and considerably heavier, Kara used her strength to easily pick Vantha up without effort into her arms, and walked away with her. “It’s so romantic to see someone carry the new bride over the threshold,” laughed Akima.

Vampi and Hope got up and stretched.

“It’s been fun, Akima,” said Vampi, “but we really need to get going.

After today, I can cross troll sex off my bucket list.” “And I need to get back in charge of the underworld, or Hell really will freeze over while I’m gone,” added Lady Death. “Whatever you do next with Herk is up to you,” said Vampi.

“But be careful.

He’s still a troll, but he’s become smarter than you think, and he pulled off some surprises on us.” “He’s learned tricks from all the different species that come here, and soaked it up like a sponge,” finished Hope. “Thanks for the warnings, and I understand completely, darlings,” replied Akima.

“The two of you did a fantastic job on short notice, and I can’t thank you enough.

We’ll have to plan our next get-together better and then we can really have some fun.”

Lady Death cast the necessary transportation spell and she and Vampi disappeared.

“Looks like it’s just the six of us now,” observed Angela.

“Got any suggestions?” she offered, the lust plainly obvious in her tone. “I’ve been admiring your looks since you came in dear,” said Akima Mars.

“What did you say you do for a living, again?” “I used to be an angel…” she started. “In that outfit?

Please...you can do better than that.” “Believe what you want,” Angela snapped.

It wasn’t the first time someone had gawk-ed at her figure and lack of costume, and then found out just how good she was at her job of bounty hunter.

“But there’s also a ‘devil streak’ in me that I’d be happy to show you...in pri-vate.” “Well if that’s not an offer I can’t refuse, I don’t know what is,” said Akima.

“I know what I’ll be doing for a while...how about you girls?” she addressed Kitten and Pandora. Kitten looked at Harley, who at this stage of her career had a more normal complexion and blonde hair with streaks of pink and blue at the tips, instead of the white pancake makeup from when she started. “How about it, kiddo?” she pointed at Harley.

“Ready to take a walk on the wild side?” Harley gave her a lustful look that even the veteran porn starlet found unnerving. “Don’t let that sweet face fool you,” said Angela.

“These two can be a handful.” “Too late...let her find out the hard way,” said Harley, taking Kitten’s hand.

“Let’s go, pussycat.”

“And I’m no stranger to going both ways either,” said Ivy as she eyed Pandora’s figure.

“You saw what I could do with my plant abilities earlier to fool Herk.

What do you say I use my ‘green thumb’ and we’ll find something to plant in ‘Pandora’s box’?” “Challenge accepted ‘green jeans’,” Pandora replied, referring to Ivy’s skin tone.

“Let’s find an empty room together.

You two may have done it with super-jocks, but we’ve been back and forth across the galaxy, and done it with beings you wouldn’t believe.”

After some time at the gaming tables, Kate and Kaz wandered to a bar and ordered drinks.

Even in outer space, their punk-style haircuts and southern drawls were unique and drawing lots of attention.

The only problem was that at an interstellar casino, there were few humans and they found themselves having to turn down propositions from alien suitors. “I thought nearly havin’ ta do it with that ugly bastard, Herk, was bad enough,” said Kate. “But this freak show is even worse,” replied Kaz.

“That last ‘guy’ that tried ta pick us up, I couldn’t tell if it was his prick or a tentacle that was gettin’ hard...and I don’t wanna know.” Once she had stuffed herself at the food tables, Bootika took notice of the sisters and followed them to the bar.

Being a Vectran, she had a limited degree of telepathy.

But Kate and Kaz were sending out signals like a neon sign.

They could both sense the presence of another person behind them and suddenly, they felt her hands on their backsides. “Keep yer hands to yerself...or else you’ll find them up yer arse,” growled Kate. “Kinky, aren’t we?” replied Bootika.

“I like girls who’re ready to party.” Once they turned and got a good look at her, the sisters found themselves becoming attracted to Bootika the longer they looked at her.

A combination of the drinks and the strong pheromones Bootika gave off, and they could feel the bulges in their crotches begin to grow larger. “Ooh, you’ve got a few tricks I’m sure I’ll enjoy.”

She could see their cockheads lined beneath their tops and beginning to ooze pre-cum.

“Let’s see how big those ‘magic wands’ of yours really are.” “You depraved motherfucker…” Kaz panted.

She and Kate were trying not to cause trouble, but found themselves losing control as their erections swelled. “Your mother?” teased Bootika.

“Haven’t had her yet.

But you know...give her my number…” “You keep our ma’s name out of your filthy mouth!” grumbled Kate. “Sure thing, girl scout.

That’s not what women like me to do with my mouth anyway…” Bootika was as tall as Rhiannon and every bit as strong.

She wrapped her arms around the sisters and ogled them, lifting them both off their seats completely.

She had also undergone the necessary procedures so that she was a Vectran shemale too. Bootika embraced Kate and Kaz as though they were long lost relatives.

The mixture of her sweat and perfume was so strong, the two sisters weren’t sure if Bootika was scent-marking them, to claim them as her own property. “A round fer the three of us, barkeep,” said Bootika.

She spotted a familiar bottle be-hind him and pointed at it: ‘Old Homicide – Distilled Yesterday’.

She handed him some casino chips to pay for the drinks.

“Where’re my manners?”

She found another chip, bit it in half and

tossed it to the bartender as a tip.

“Don’t say I never gave ya nothin, pal.” Against their better judgement, the sisters downed their drinks, after feeling Bootika’s brute strength.

To their surprise, the liquor made them even hornier than they already were. Bootika could see the lust in their eyes and knew she had a captive audience.

“Let’s go find some place private, gals.

I’ve got a one-eyed snake of my own between my legs, that’s just dyin’ to come out and play with ya!”

Chapter 6: Rhiannon and Gerta

Rhiannon and Gerta quickly found an empty room.

Rhiannon had wasted no time and mentally willed her cock and balls into being as they walked to the room. "Ah, nice and cozy," Rhiannon smirked, as she looked down at Gerta...who was eager-ly noticing the tent-like bulge at her crotch.

"Looks like these are getting a little tight here…" and started to remove her clothes as Gerta sprawled onto the bed.

She leaned over Gerta in a sixty-nine position to nuzzle the front of Gerta’s white undies, sniffing out the growing wet spot on them.

Her brows raised in a questioning manner. 

“Where’s your ‘extra equipment’?

After seeing you in action at the party, I thought you could make yourself like me and Vantha whenever you wanted to..?” “Zat is true.

But unlike you, who have had procedures done to yourself, so zat chang-ing yourself is second nature to you, I have to exert myself und cast a spell to do zat.

I vill change in a little while, so zat I can make you happy, never fear.” Rhiannon nodded and closed her soft lips over that spot, blowing hot breath back through that damp fabric.

Even as she suckled on it, tongue tip playful rubbing against the aroused organ inside for a long moment, Gerta's lips turned slightly pink, in a blush as she lowered her head, and let out a soft moan, as she observed Rhiannon’s cock grow larger and larger before she eyes. 

Rhiannon let out a light yelp of pleasure, as she suddenly felt Gerta sucking on her huge balls at the base of her engorged cock.

Rhiannon’s cock was starting to wag as she let out that soft little moan.

Gerta relaxed as Rhiannon's hot fat lips suckled her clit to pure bliss, even with her musky underwear on.

Rhiannon briefly broke away from Gerta so that she could remove the rest of her clothes and Gerta did the same.

Lying on her back, Gerta’s enormous breasts produced a valley of cleavage reaching almost to her navel. The Vectran woman gazed down at Gerta, as Rhiannon’s huge rod hovered over her boobs and dribbled pre-cum over her massive tits and onto her chin.

“Damn, I’m starting to feel a little inadequate around here…” as she gawked at her tremendous cleavage. “You, inadequate, liebschen?

I find zat very hard to believe.” “First I met Akima Mars and her friends, the last time I was here...then I did it with that blonde dancer Lulu, who was at your party...and now one on one with you.

I’ve never seen so many women with breasts this big.” “And I have never seen anyone with such a ‘großer schwanz’ like yours.

Even Kate and Kaz cannot begin to compare with what you have.”

Gerta pulled off her damp musky panties. tossing them behind her, as she looked at Rhiannon’s big thick cock, jutting out taller and prouder then any trophy.

A wide smile split Gerta's lips, as she looked up at the Vectran woman.

“We vill put this uber schwanz of yours to good use, Rhiannon I am ready.”

She gripped the sides of her tits, the motion making them rise even taller like mountains.

“Use those big hands and that huge cock of yours and fuck my tits.” For a moment, Rhiannon was skeptical; if she buried her dick level at Gerta’s sternum, she’d never see it again, thanks to all her titflesh.

But if she aimed a bit higher, possibilities began to form in her mind.

Gerta’s breasts formed around her rod like a hot velvet blanket as she inserted it, Rhiannon the head emerged like a train coming out of a tunnel. “I’m gonna hump your boobs and get a blowjob at the same time, honey.” Rhiannon slowly leaned in, letting Gerta grab that exposed portion of her fat rod with both of her hands.

Gerta squeezed it hard, eagerly looking up to see Rhiannon’s reaction, giving it a slow sensuous pumping. 

"Yes..." Rhiannon moaned softly, her long organ flexing as hard as iron in Gerta’s hands, and she smiled down at her.

"So Gerta likes to play rough huh?

Guess it's good, because I like it on the rough side myself."

Rhiannon pulled her hands away from Gerta’s gorgeous knockers down to her big balls.

 Gerta worked on her pulsing shaft, as a long string of stud milk drooled from that distended urethra, and she thrusted her powerful hips forward.

Gerta smeared her pre-cum over her mouth and nose, as Rhiannon’s hands continued to squeeze and tug on her heavy nuts. 

"You do not have to be gentle with me...but do not lose control, liebschen."

“Okay, it’s time to shift into second gear...”

Gerta blushed brightly as the huge rod of Rhiannon thrust forward even more, brushing against her nose and cheeks with that salty pre-cum.

Gerta licked it up, before leaning in and wrapping her lips around that fat cock head.

Gerta looked up at Rhiannon and squeezed the shaft of her cock harder, while the Vectran woman tugged on her big, low dangling balls.

Gerta loved the raunchiness, and loved it even more knowing that Rhiannon was difficult to hurt without her liking it.  

"You are a ‘good little Rhiannon’, aren’t you?

Well okay...maybe not zo little."

Gerta chuckled, even as she wrapped her lips around the fat cock tip again, loving the strong sexual taste of it.

While Rhiannon increased the tempo of her thrusting prick, Gerta suckled passion-ately on her big hard cock.

"It's has been years since I was called a little anything..." Rhiannon giggled, as she watched Gerta lick and lap up her gooey pre-cum.

Thrusting her groin forwards, hands on her hip's, eyes half closing as Gerta’s head leaned backwards. “Yeah, I like that soft mouth, just as much as I like these gorgeous boobs of yours.” 

“Ze difference between rough and gentle makes it even more exciting," panted Gerta. Rhiannon moaned slowly, swaying back and forth from side to side, to tease Gerta.

Rhiannon’s long thick stud stick stiffened up even more, clearly liking the treatment Gerta was giving it.

Gerta looked up at Rhiannon's strong, muscular form and smiled around that thick cock.

Even as Gerta slowly squeezed the length, and bobbed her head lower on the tip, Rhiannon’s hands gently caressed her plump, full nut sac tightly, relaxing only to tighten again, offering a gentle tug on those plump nuts.

Gerta slowly pulled away from the tip, get-ting Rhiannon to move forward.

As Gerta pulled back slowly, her wide open mouth stared at Rhiannon’s mighty cock invitingly. 

Rhiannon groaned in pleasure thrusting her big strong hips forward enjoying the treatment.

“Yeah, that's fuckin' awesome," she moaned, as Gerta’s hot lips slowly pulled away from her big prick.

Rhiannon’s hips slowly thrusting farther and farther forward as she looked down at Gerta. 

"Oh, yes...Gerta likes that big sausage," Rhiannon teased her.

Gerta licked her lips softly, as she just admired that thick slab of meat Rhiannon called a cock.

Smiling softly, she slowly leaned forward, before plunging almost a foot of that thick cock straight down into her tight throat.

Gerta’s hands gripped and slowly jerked off one half of that mighty fuck stick, while Rhiannon gave another rough tug on her plump, full balls.

Rhiannon leaned over Gerta, bracing one big hand on the wall.

"Oh, fuck yeah..." Rhiannon moaned in delight, as Gerta swallowed more of her hefty length.

Her strong hands began tugging on her big fat orbs harder and harder.

Rhiannon's hips began to hump and thrust more of her length down Gerta’s tight throat, as Gerta’s hands yanked and stroked on her mighty cock.

"Damn...that's right.

Suck me good, to help get me off."

Rhiannon moaned lustfully, as Gerta’s strong hands yanked and twisted harder on her rod.

Gerta grinned wickedly, even as she used her hands to wrap her boobs tighter around Rhiannon’s cock.

Even as she pushed against that velvety sheath, Gerta smiled as best she could with that thick cock buried be-tween her tits and in her throat.

With Rhiannon straddling her chest, and her big heavenly cock still buried in her suckling maw, Gerta rested her head on the pillow,

her hot hands teasing at that big sheath, while Rhiannon squeezed her tits from the sides as she neared her climax. 

"Oh fuck yes," Rhiannon moaned in submissive pleasure, as Gerta manhandled her hefty cock.

"Little Gerta wants me to fuck her tits and her throat at the same time...she likes slutty sex."

Rhiannon laughed and drew back, thrusting in and out of that soft suckling mouth roughly and powerfully.

Gerta blushed as she gave a soft nod, just as Rhiannon thrust that fat shaft back into her throat.

Gerta's eyes rolled wildly as she fought not to gag, closing her eyes to focus on sucking and breathing for a moment, doing her best to get used to that fat cock pounding down her throat, continuing to squeeze those fat orbs as hard as she could with her hands. 

"Hurry..."

Rhiannon whispered in lustful delight, riding in and out of her mouth lustily, as Gerta’s hands slid sensuously back to her butt cheeks. making her big cock tense even harder.

Gerta smirked up at Rhiannon, as she pulled her mouth off a bit and chuckled. 

"Do you think you can fill my tail hole up for me, liebschen?

Are you up to the task?"

Gerta taunted Rhiannon by just licking her fat dribbling cockhead, letting go of the thick, shiny shaft.

"Oh I can fill your box all right...you'll be screaming for mercy by the time I'm finished filling it," Rhiannon boasted, as she shook her body while Gerta squeezed her big tits, letting her feel as if she was in control. 

Gerta let out a light, playful growl, as she looked up at Rhiannon.

"Be gentle at first though, studmuffin...I am still somewhat ‘tight’.” "Gently she asks...horny Vectrans are rarely gentle," Rhiannon retorted, as she stroked her long thick stud-stick playfully.

"I like 'em tight... but you’re not going to stay that way for long, once I get this into ya." As Rhiannon pulled away, Gerta’s nails slowly tracing over her shaft, down to her precious orbs.

A shiver ran down her strong spine, as she felt those sharp little claws on her smooth soft nut sac, as Gerta fondled and explored her hefty balls. 

Rhiannon smirked lustily, as she favored Gerta with a knowing look.

Gerta grinned as she looked up at the woman, hands on those fat jewels, as she gave them a gentle tug.

"Zese almost look good enough to eat.

But for now, vhy don't I just get my pony ride?

Why don't you lay down on the bed..so that we can break it in."

 

"This bed has seen more action than either of us," Rhiannon assured Gerta knowing full well just how busy Cinnebar could get.

"Oh...does little Gerta think she's going to be on top?" 

But even as Rhiannon smilingly said that...Gerta’s surprisingly strong hands wrapped about her fat orbs and jerked down hard on them, forcing Rhiannon to flop down onto the bed beside her. 

"Ah, Gerta does like to play rough," Rhiannon grunted, as she laid there more passive now.

"Okay, ride me then."

Gerta grinned, as she quickly climbed atop Rhiannon, looking over her big, strong body.

Smiling lustfully, she hovered into position to straddle Rhiannon's enormous cock.

"Ah...I do love it rough...zo don't be too gentle with me, all right?”

Smiling, Gerta grunted, as she pointed Rhiannon’s prick slightly downward and lifted her rear up in the air,

while reaching back to grab that massive fuck stick, and guiding it straight to the tiny little entrance of her ass.

"Oh," Rhiannon whispered in pleasure, as Gerta’s hands rubbed slick lube all over her huge, hot pulsing erection.

"Yeah take a firm seat...cause I just might buck you off Gerta..." 

Gerta snickered as she lifted up, aligning Rhiannon’s thick throbbing stud flesh with her tight pucker.

Swallowing deeply as she looked down at Rhiannon, taking a deep ragged breath and then pushing back, whimpering softly as she took in that huge blunt cockhead at once, before whining in pain.

"Mein gott, you’re so big..."

Gerta moaned slowly, pushing down the rest of the way, Rhiannon she was impaled on that massive stud muscle.

Panting for a long moment as her quivering anus slowly adjusted, and then finally Gerta nodded for Rhiannon to start.

Gerta began flexing her legs lifting herself up and then dropping down so that she slid back down Rhiannon’s long thick stud stick slowly.

As Rhiannon lay back and enjoyed the show, one of Gerta’s hands would reach down and play with her dangling nuts teasingly as her hips bucked up.

Rhiannon’s long and surprisingly thick cock quickly made Gerta start to lose control.

Gerta was moaning like never before, in both pain and pleasure as that mighty stick pene-trated her, that tight hole squeezing tightly on the first cock this huge it had ever ridden.

"Ah...someone likes my big shemale cock." Rhiannon teased softly, bucking her strong hips up a bit more vigorously, giving Gerta an even more bumpy ride, and she blushed bright-ly as she moaned out loudly in pleasure, trying to stifle it a bit as Rhiannon’s huge cock push-ed her to her limits. 

"Oh yes I do...give me all you have liebschen, don't hold back."

"Ah, you got it slut..." Rhiannon moaned in delight, her two hands reaching out to clasp Gerta’s.

After a few moments of riding up and down on Rhiannon’s dick, Gerta’s body began to tense.

“This is it...mein gott...this is it!” “You’re gonna cum already?’ Rhiannon teased her. “Far from it, liebschen,” she panted.

“Remember vhen I said I would change..?

Thanks to you ze time is now…”

Gerta’s face contorted and she began chanting in a lang-uage Rhiannon couldn’t understand. Suddenly, Gerta’s sentence was cut short by one and a half feet of thick, shemale cock abruptly appearing from out of nowhere between her legs, reaching down to Rhiannon’s abdomen like a third leg.

Rhiannon’s eyes went wide as she witnessed the massive baton of breeding meat swing into her view from Gerta’s crotch, now complemented with two fat test-icles hanging below it with their incredibly girthy presence.

Gerta’s cock was absolutely huge, already longer and heftier than Rhiannon’s forearm, and it wasn't even erect yet.

Just the view of it was enough to make Rhiannon shiver from the desires it elicited in her.

Looking at it made her whole lower body feel weak. "This wouldn't happen to be my fault, would it?" Rhiannon snickered, having to go against every instinct in her body and tear her gaze away from Gerta’s glorious prick and look her in the eyes. Her ass still impaled on Rhiannon’s cock, Gerta caught her breath.

“Vhen zere is enough sexual power und energy present...I can siphon it and use it to change myself.

Drawing energy from you, liebschen is like holding a lightning rod.” Briefly glancing down, Rhiannon could see Gerta’s huge cock twitching as it slowly grew erect.

The previously half-flaccid, malleable tube of stud sex gradually gained its rigidity, breezing past two feet in length as it slowly rose up towards her enormous breasts, one vigor-ous jump at a time.

Its imposing presence was almost drawing Rhiannon in, her own genitals reacting naturally to such an overwhelming display of shemale desire. 

Gerta inhaled Rhiannon’s scent, and shook her head. "Like it, huh?

Feel free to smell me as much as you want," Rhiannon whispered. 

Rhiannon gasped with delight as she was able to witness Gerta’s thick, meaty dick in its full, erect glory.

The entire thing, all three, thick feet of it, appeared to be alive as the shaft throbbed, Gerta’s rapid heartbeat given away by the brisk pulsing of her prick.

There were no words to describe how seeing a cock as big and powerful as her own made Rhiannon feel.

It was so big, so imposing; she was completely enchanted simply watching Gerta’s gargantuan cock throb in front of her. Rhiannon flinched as the three-foot pole of shemale breeding excellence abruptly slapped against her tummy, the head reaching out to nestle against the bottom of her tits. "I had no idea my scent was so enticing..." Rhiannon giggled, staring deep into the eyes of Gerta.

"Are you sure you don’t want to fuck me?

Your ‘new addition’ seems to disagree with you."

Rhiannon gaped at Gerta’s long, hard cock jerking hotly in her clutching hand.

She drew in her breath and flicked out her tongue, bringing it into seething contact with the smooth, rubbery tip.

She swirled it around slowly, moistly, experimentally, while Gerta twisted and groaned; then she ventured toward the tiny split and wiggled her tongue-tip into it. Wild thrills rippled through her trembling, naked body as she tasted the pungent sweet-ness the droplets of Gerta’s fluid contained, causing her nostrils to flare wide.

She smoothed her hand along the rock-hard length to the velvety flesh at its thick base, then downward to lovingly cup Gerta’s heavy, swollen sperm-bloated balls.

Excitedly, she slipped her warm, tongue-moistened lips down over the damp, spongily throbbing head, then, letting it glide along the full length of her tongue, her hotly clasping mouth locked around it in a soft liquid pressure.Gerta groaned above Rhiannon’s lovely body, watching with lust-filled eyes, her tightly locked lips ovalling hotly around her burning cock.

She could hardly believe the electrifying sight of Rhiannon’s face and mouth distorted by her penis as she began to suck her with obvious desire.Gerta began a slow upward and downward undulation with her hips, sliding the thick, swollen hardness of Rhiannon’s cock in and out of her ass with a slick, wet suction sound.

Gerta stared with intense captivation at the puffing and hollowing of Rhiannon’s smooth white cheeks as her thick cock fucked in and out, the Vectran girl's head beginning to work back and forth on it with demanding fervency.

Gerta’s whole curvaceous satin-fleshed body quiver-ed in naked ripples from the fierce jolts of Rhiannon’s plunging cock hammering rapidly into her butt from below, driving her frantically on.Gerta wildly groaned, as Rhiannon’s hard cock prepared to spill its hot, liquid fire into her naked body.

In lust-filled joy, she ground her widespread buttocks back hard against Rhiannon’s battering pole, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture dripping down her back, while the mounting pressure in her desire-inflamed loins warned of the climatic moment near at hand for her, too.

Rhiannon couldn’t cope with the roaring inferno of lust bubbling in her balls!

Gerta’s violently fucking cock pounding into her luscious mouth until she wondered why she didn’t choke on it.

Rhiannon was like an animal with her lips locked tightly around Gerta’s raging cock, increasing her unbelievably eager sucking motions until she thought her balls would turn inside out.

Great swirls of heat were massing in their secret depths as Gerta watched Rhiannon’s passion-contorted face sucking hungrily on it.

Gerta sensed the muscles of her stomach tighten and she arched forward, pushing her throbbing hardness further between the searing heat of Rhiannon’s greedily sucking lips. She gaped at the pink ridges pulling out from the Vectran girl's mouth, clinging voraciously to it as she pumped her head rhythmically on it in a wild, uncontrollable sexual frenzy.Then strangled noises gurgled up into Gerta’s throat.

“Now, liebschen!

Suck it, hard, harder!

I’m cumming!”Rhiannon heard her cry at the very moment it burst, Gerta’s jerking cock gushing forth hot, stream-like jets of her pungent cum.

It flooded her mouth and throat with its delicious liquid heat, and she sensed her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed in greedy, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around her spasming cock so as not to lose a single drop.

On and on, Gerta’s wonderful balls continued to pump out her milk-white sperm deep up into her mouth, while she her hips harder down onto Rhiannon’s convulsively spewing penis.The ecstasy of it was greater than Rhiannon had even anticipated, and at the first hot, piquant taste of Gerta's cum, her own climax was triggered.

She thrust her nakedly grinding hips up harder at her panting lover, wanting the full benefit of the tremendously expanding cock fucking into her wildly flaming ass.

Every muscle of Gerta’s body contracted and jerked as she felt the erotic release of spasming rapture exploding deep down in her screaming loins and belly.

Rhiannon continued to gulp and suck at her Gerta’s wonderfully erupting cock.

Gerta’s insanely jerking buttocks quivered momentarily out of control, and then froze into firmness and she gurgled out a whimpering wail as her wildly quaking body unleashed and exploded too in the moment she had been straining toward!

There was nothing but the unbelievable bliss of her orgasm no time, no space, no motion nothing but mindless rapture. Again and again, she was struck by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her pleasure-filled anus, then Rhiannon began to hump forward faster to spew her load of hot, sperm deep up into the hidden sanctuary of her eagerly trembling body.

Once more, she climaxed, half-screaming as Gerta slammed her soft yielding buttocks back down hard onto Rhiannon’s magnificently squirting cock that was pumping thunderous gushes of semen into her searing depths.

As Rhiannon pulled Gerta towards her, her long slick tongue kept exploring up and down Gerta's hard boner, as her silky lip's sealed around it.  

"Oh, gods..." Gerta pushed into those suckling lips, moaning as Rhiannon’s strong tongue wrapped around her prick, throbbing as she sucked powerfully.

Making Gerta moan even louder, as she rolled her slender hips. Thrusting even deeper and faster as her passion grew. 

Gerta groaned, closing her eyes, her hands quickly gripping Rhiannon's hips, making sure that her mouth stayed put on her cock.

Rhiannon lay back, just using her velvety soft lips to let Gerta thrust deep down into her throat. "Um"

Rhiannon moaned, bucking up and down harder and faster as her long cock surged.

The erotic pleasure of Gerta’s cock pounding into her mouth, and her own mighty stud stick pumping up her clenching butthole.

Gerta gripped her hips even tighter and yanked on them, all the while whimpering and moaning louder. 

"I'm going to..." Gerta moaned softly, pressing hard against Rhiannon’s jaws.

As her rock hard cock throbbed harder, her balls drew up.

That long prick tensing and releasing, feeding Rhiannon more scalding hot bolts of streaming splooge. 

"Oh, yes... rut me hard," Gerta begged, as the pleasure of that huge blunt cock head pounding into her ass, blended with the pleasure of having her cock suckled.

For her part Rhiannon was delighted with the joy of sucking a nice hard cock, and swallowing that slick slimy splooge.

Bucking her hips up harder and faster as her own peak was very near, Gerta was bouncing limp like a rag doll on that big fuck stick now. "Here I cum..."

Rhiannon moaned wildly, as she pounded Gerta’s rapidly loosening anal hole.

Her huge cockhead flared deep within Gerta's spasming hole, as her fat balls drew up.

Rhiannon’s mighty cock tensed harder and harder, jerking and spurting, as it released its gooey goodness deep within Gerta.

Gerta's half closed eyes flew open wide as that rush of scalding hot spunk flooded her bowels. "Oh damn..." Gerta screamed as her eyes rolled back, just as Rhiannon’s mighty

thrusts reached a savage crescendo.

She couldn’t control herself any more, and pulled her cock out of Rhiannon’s mouth.

Gerta shoved herself as far down onto the Vectran woman’s meat-pole as far as she could in one savage lunge.

Then using her legs to thrust herself up, she repeated this, going deeper every time. Gerta’s prick continued to shoot off wildly as she did this, splattering Rhiannon’s face and breasts, as well the surroundings in the room.

After a moment of such intense pene-tration, Gerta could take no more, and she seemed to collapse, semi-conscious, her body held up only by Rhiannon’s incredible cock. Rhiannon could sense her partner may have gone too far, and gripped her hands to steady her.

Using her brute strength, Rhiannon was able to sit up and then gently lay Gerta on her on her back on the bed.

Now, Rhiannon was able to gently remove her cock from Gerta’s clenching anus. “Ach du lieber,” she gasped.

“Even vhen Kate und Kaz would be careless, I haff never felt anything close to that…” “That one was special all right,” Rhiannon admitted as she caught her breath.

“I usu-ally have to work up to something that intense...it’s rarely that good so soon.”

She turned her gaze to their cocks which were both still rock hard and demanding attention.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to work a little more to satisfy our desires…” “Zat is fine with me, darling.

But give me a moment to rest.

After vhat you haff done to me, I may need new plumbing...” Rhiannon smiled softly, as she looked down at Gerta laying limply on the bed.

The Fraulein's butthole might never be the same.

Chapter 7: Kara & Vantha

Vantha and Kara quickly found a vacant room and wasted no time.

Once Kara was nude, Vantha found herself staring at her incredible figure. “It’s not too often I meet someone who can outclass Rhiannon in terms of tit size, but you are put together, honey.” “Glad you like ’em.

Sometimes it’s all people see when they look at me.

I get enough attention even when I’m dressed normally...and you wouldn’t believe how many villains have been distracted by them, so that I can take ’em out fast in a battle.”

Now Kara donned the micro-flesh bond dildo and activated it.

“I’ve learned to use these things since we last met.

I got lots of practice doing it to Knockout, Jen and Giganta," as she straddled Vantha's crotch, her hands pulling roughly on Vantha's large balls as her cock begin to stir. 

“I should know, honey...I was there.

I just wasn’t on the receiving end that day.” Vantha's own immense column of flesh, began to stir, flex, and move.

Kara’s prick grew in length and pressed it's blunt head to Vantha's belly, and began to climb upwards.

Their shafts became fully erect faster than either girl could imagine.

Kara reached her peak of two feet long, with Vantha attaining just under three feet of hard cock, due to her larger frame. “Damn…” Vantha muttered with an amazed look.

“Must be something about that ‘grog’ after all...I’ve never gotten this hard, this quick before.” "Think of all the fun we’re gonna have.

It’s a shame I only have a short time with you." Kara leaned forward, taking Vantha's nipple into her mouth.

She bit down gently as her huge snake-like cock begin to slither against Vantha’s body, leaving a small trails of pre-cum as it went.

Vantha bit her lips, trying to remain calm as her prick extended upward, until the fat head met the bottom of Kara’s huge knockers.

With a gentle thrust it continued up, van-ishing from sight between the fleshy mounds.

Kara continued to knead Vantha’s her fleshy tits,

 chewing them, moving from one to the other, back and forth.  

Their shafts were now fully erect, sweat and pre-cum making them slide fluidly be-tween each other’s breasts, hiding their stone-hard firmness.

Vantha found the scent intox-icating, alluring, as Kara’s cockhead pushed through her cleavage and against her lips, she felt her broad tongue taste some of Kara’s juice.

 A second latter Kara tensed, as Vantha’s prick-head emerged between her juggs, and thick, slimy cock oil was pumped out onto her tits.

She shuddered, and needed more.

Kara suckled on the juice, felt thick globes slip into her mouth, melt, and drift down into her gut. “Yes, I knew you would like it, suck it, suck it all down!" Vantha teased her.

“I’m gonna let you be the ‘top’ for a little while, honey.

That grog is really doing a number on you, I can tell.” “And this is a bad thing..?” Kara panted. “Having a boner between your legs is still new to you.

You need to get off and get some release.

Luckily for you, I’ve done it with Rhiannon and can handle anything you can dish out...within reason.” “Be careful what you wish for, honey.” “Go ahead and get your rocks off, sister.

Then I’ll show you a few tricks you haven’t seen before.” Kara pulled Vantha’s dick out from between her breasts and pressed it back towards her body as she began to shove her massive dick down Vantha's throat.

The blunt head made its descent into Vantha's throat as her eyes began to roll, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the odors from it, Kara’s thick, vein-covered shaft plundering her face and throat.

As it went down, Vantha smothered and sucked on Kara’s dick.

Kara’s huge phallus forced its way down further, going deeper with each passing moment.

Vantha fought her urge to panic, wanting to suckle all night on Kara’s hard cock.

Steeling her will, Vantha grunted and felt the satisfying slap of Kara’s balls against her chin and neck. 

"Oh, fuck!" Kara bellowed, her cockhead throbbing, as she realized what Vantha had been able to do to her.

It was true she’d had her ‘revenge’ on Giganta, Knockout and Jen in the past, but they had all been reluctant and somewhat unwilling.

Vantha had taken every-thing she had, and was giving her a look that said she wanted more.

“I knew I was going to enjoy doing it with you…” Kara gasped.

“But now, I'm gonna make sure you cum too!" she shouted as she reached down and gripped Vantha's balls. After several minutes of throat-fucking, Vantha bellowed as she felt Kara’s nuts begin to empty their load.

Kara began thrusting in and out of Vantha’s throat, her strong hands reaching down and grabbing the Vectran girl’s hard cock. Vantha’s eyes popped open in surprise as she felt Kara begin to cum, and then her own dick began to respond in kind.

She’d told Kara that she could have her way with her, but she was going to have some fun too.

Without warning, Vantha gripped her dick and pressed it up and back towards Kara.

Her hard pole was already slick with sweat and slid between Kara’s enormous boobs easily.

Thanks to her larger Vectran frame, Kara suddenly found herself staring at Vantha’s cockhead at point blank range in front of her face. Unable to move away from Vantha, Kara could only scrunch her eyes closed as Vantha shot off like a fire hydrant at her.

Kara’s face was drenched as she continued to empty her balls into Vantha.

Once the two women had spent their loads, Vantha relaxed and let Kara pull out of her.

Kara wiped her face and waited for her vision to clear. “You know, if my heat vision or x-ray vision doesn’t work because of this, you’re in big trouble, honey.” “And remember I said ‘within reason’ to you, girl.

Everybody knows you’re supposed to close your eyes when someone shoots off at close range.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, then both of them laughed softly at each other.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna let a little setback like that put a halt to things?”

"I'll show you I know how to use my prick, Vantha," Kara warned her as she yanked the Vectran girl’s legs apart.

Vantha knew what was coming, and steeled herself.  

With an echoing roar, Kara slammed her hips forward, battering Vantha's ass with her cock.

The meaty blunt head impacted hard against Vantha's ass.

Her puckered gate of anal flesh held fast against Kara as her cockhead battered it once more.

Kara snorted, growing impatient as she stuffed two of her thick fat digits forcefully up into Vantha's ass.

She grunted as she used her meta-human strength, easily prying it open.

Her worming cock seemed to sense the slowly opening hole as it pushed up.

Heavy gouts of slimy pre-cum gushed from the piss slit as Kara’s writhing phallus began to try and enter Vantha's ass. Vantha began to grunt as she felt the invasion.

Although Kara’s prick was a shaft she could milk and drain, the raw power in her body made her seem like she was greater in body and size compared to Vantha. 

Now as Kara’s pre-cum dripped from Vantha’s ass, her pulsing cock slammed forward once more, its thickened trumpet-like head battering against her ass flesh.

Kara’s fingers pulling on her ass hard as the tip of her cock begin to worm inside.

Vantha clenched her teeth at the sensations coursing through her.

Kara gripper her thick legs with her hands as she pushed forward with all her weight.

Kara revealed in the feel of her cock, almost with a will of its own, boring slowly up into Vantha’s anus.

Kara groaned, drunk on the feel of power and lust coursing through her.

She leaned forward, grinding her flat teeth as she felt entry at last.

A plop echoed from Vantha's ass as her cockhead entered inside, at last breaking the gates of her puckered ass.

The wide flat head kept it from falling back out, letting the shaft more easily snake inside as she felt Vantha's butt begin to writhe bellow her. Vantha relaxed her butt muscles, letting Kara’s cock push further inside, letting her enjoy her first anal fuck.

Kara leaned forward, beginning to take her leisure with Vantha as she let her cock have it's fun, worming ever deeper inside. Kara leaned against Vantha, her tongue lapping out to sample the taste of her still hard cock, and tasting the bottom of her full breasts.

Inhaling the musk of Vantha’s sex, she slid one of her hands to pull at Vantha's fleshy tits.

She would get the proud Vectran to beg for her pleasures before the end, as she ground her hips in deeper, her cock beginning to make the wet, juicy fuck sounds that only a true she-stud could make.

More and more pre-cum leaked out as Kara’s hard, writhing phallus punched into Vantha’s anus.

Wet, gurgling sounds emanating from the hole with each inward push as Kara’s continued her pleasuring of Vantha.

Vantha wriggled and writhed in pleasure as she was ravished inside and out by Kara.

The incredible sensations from Kara’s invading cock melted together with the pleasure from Kara sucking and groping on her boobs.

Vantha’s nipples throbbed under the ruthless, brutal pulling and pinching Kara’s fingers gave.

Vantha's own massive prick had remained fully erect throughout, and she smacked it upwards against her Kara’s body each time her hips thrusted forward.

Kara’s wide round cockhead shivered with ever higher states of arousal as it wormed deeper and deeper inside of Vantha. Kara’s shaft was now purposely twisting and slamming upwards against Vantha's engorged prostate.

Each impact from her flared cockhead sending a shockwave of intense

lust through Vantha's body.

Kara kept slamming her prick forward, knowing that the moment of her climax was close.  

"Oh fuck, yes!

I dreamed of this moment so long!" Kara whined as she buried her cock deeply inside the now raw and red ass of Vantha.

Vantha’s own erection now stiffened as its orgasm approached.

Kara’s pillar of sex flesh began to ripple as Kara felt Vantha begin to writhe.

Vantha threw back her head as she realized there would be no turning back now.

 

"Take my seed!” Kara grunted, punctuating each word with a painful slamming of her hips. 

Kara threw back her head and bellowed, her hands digging into Vantha's ass.

Vantha cried openly, feeling the amount of seed entering her from Kara was greater than anything she could remember.

The waves of pleasure hit Vantha as hard as the eruption of cum, the force of it impacting hard deep inside her as Kara’s phallus visibly contracted, the swollen cum vein throbbing with each eruption of slimy shemale seed. Sensing what was about to happen, Kara released her hands from Vantha’s butt cheeks and gripped her throbbing cock.

“Oh, no you don’t...not again!”

She aimed the mas-sive pole so it would shoot off over Vantha’s head and onto the wall.

The orgasm continued on and on as Vantha's rectum and guts filled with Kara’s thick cum.

Slowly backing up and beginning to ooze of her anus, the seed dripping down her ass, while her cock plastered the wall multiple times as it ejaculated.

It continued for what seemed like an eternity as the flow of cum never seemed to end.

At the same time, Kara suddenly began to feel light-headed.

She looked down through blurred eyes at Vantha, who had a devilish grin on her face.

By the time Kara collapsed, Vantha's mind became fully aware of her situation and she knew what she wanted to do next.

Kara woke to find herself on her back, her upper body supported by cushions.

She tried to move her arms, but couldn’t…they were fastened with chains to the bedpost.

As she looked further down her body, her crotch was bare. “It’s about time you woke up sleepy head,” teased Vantha.

“I was just about to give you some Vectran hangover cure liquid.” “How long have I been out..?” “Not too long.

Your meta-human metabolism is really something.” “And what happened to my cock and balls?” “I had to take that special dildo from Akima off you.

Apparently you overtaxed the poor thing, when you did it with me.” “But I did it with three different girls, the last time I was here...and no problems.” “That’s because none of them were Vectrans, honey.

I’m partially to blame because we transmit and receive sexual energy when we do it, and I didn’t warn you.

The way that you banged my back door must’ve been too much for your little toy.” “So what’s next on the agenda?”

Kara looked at her surroundings.

“You do realize that these chains won’t hold me very long, don’t you?” “I couldn’t resist using some of the sex toys...just about every room’s got an assortment of them stashed somewhere.”

Vantha stepped back and let Kara see her fully erect, and she gently stroked her cock.

“As a Vectran, I have a limited degree of telepathy, and I was getting some very interesting signals from your mind.

Don’t worry, I didn’t pry deeply and try to find out your secret identity or stuff like that.”

She leaned closer to Kara.

“You’ve only used your toy from Akima Mars on other women...I don’t think you’ve let anyone fuck you.” Kara glared at Vantha.

“Big fucking deal!

Are you keeping score around here?” “Relax, Kara...relax.

Rhiannon and I knew what it was like trying to get decent sex, even before we joined the military and got our ‘treatments’.

Guys were either intimidated by our looks, or it was over and done with so fast it wasn’t worth remembering.

I’m not a psychic but I’ll bet it’s been a while since you really got off doing it with a guy.” The effects of the grog were still in Kara’s system, making her say things that she’d never say to anyone else.

“Okay.

Contrary to popular belief, a super-heroine’s sex life isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be.

Even if I let you do it to me, I still see a very ‘big problem’.

You’re a ‘size 12’, and I wasn’t even that big when my toy was still working.” “Don’t worry, Kara.

I wouldn’t expect you to take all of me between your legs.

But I can transfer some of my sexual energy into you.

You’ll be able to absorb a lot more of me than you thought.

Whenever you want, tell me and I’ll hold off and won’t go any further or lose control with you.

What do you say?” “Okay.

Contact the JSA and my cousin Clark, if I don’t survive this.” “Oh, I don’t think it’ll come to that, honey,” laughed Vantha.

“You’re in good hands.”

Vantha leaned forward and kissed Kara, their tongues dancing together.

Kara could feel as though a warm, soothing liquid was flowing through her body as they did this.

Next Kara moved closer moving her breasts close to Kara’s mouth.

Her nipples thickened and grew longer before Kara’s eyes.

She greedily sucked on one and then the other teat, the warm feeling intensifying through out her body. “I can’t do all the tricks that Rhiannon can...but I know how to make a girl happy.” Vantha moaned in anticipation as she positioned herself over Kara.

She had done this many times before, and readied herself to give Kara the fucking she deserved.

Kara grunted as Vantha’s large dick penetrated her vagina, and Vantha began to thrust in and out.

She was a magnificent Vectran shemale, hung like a horse, strong and fast. 

Kara was a beautiful woman, with short blonde hair that curled around her pretty face, and brilliant blue eyes.

Her body was trim and strong and massive breasts that were topped with pert pink nipples.

The sight of Vantha’s large cock pumping into her heated pussy made her twitch and her nipples swell.

Kara felt her skin grow hot and tight. “Yes,” Kara moaned.

Her muscles stiffened, her hips seemed to widen, and she gasped in ecstasy through tautly held neck muscles.

Kara felt Vantha’s cock hit a particularly erotic combination of nerve endings in her cunt and gasped in pleasure, her knees buckling slightly.

Her trembling box had never felt so incredibly empty, and she could think of only one thing that might fill it.

Kara knew that the only way she could get any relief was to take as much of Vantha’s mammoth penis inside of her. 

Kara’s knees and lower thighs pressed against Vantha’s stomach, and her breasts and arms did as well.

Kara could also press her face into her chest by lifting off of the bed as far as she could, and Kara did that after shaking her hair out of the way so it could hang down freely. Vantha’s cock lay heavily on her stomach, drooling pre-cum.

Kara was drooling too, the fluids from her pussy dripping down the crack of her tight ass.

The blood pounded in her tem-ples and she licked her lips, knowing it was now or never.

Adjusting the angle of her body, Vantha reached down with one hand and took hold of her giant prick just below the head, and placed it at the opening of Kara’s moist and open sex.

Slowly, very slowly, she began to insert herself upward and into Kara’s body.

Kara gasped as the head slipped suddenly into her lithe and trembling body. Kara swallowed hard, and beads of sweat began to break out over her skin.

 Vantha waited, letting her slick pussy adjust to the unaccustomed size of the fleshy invader.

After a time, Vantha began to press upwards again, forcing her big prick deeper and deeper inside her.

The pleasure was excruciating, but eventually Kara came to a halt with a gasp, knowing she could take no more of Vantha’s cock without pain to herself.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she began to rock herself back and forth, up and down the mighty prick.

Kara had never felt so incredibly full, so amazingly satisfied.

Kara was drowning in sensations; Vantha’s hairs tickled her nipples when she leaned closer, her sexual smell invaded her nostrils, and of course, her monstrous cock moved deeper into her pussy.

Vantha began to pump faster as Kara’s vagina grew more and more able to handle her shaft.

The powerful Vectran girl began to tremble and jerk her hips slightly as Kara’s tight pussy massaged her dick. Kara rotated her hips and suddenly had a small orgasm as her clit scraped against Vantha’s belly.

She cried out in surprise at the sharp jolt of pleasure.

Kara continued on, sweat beginning to pour off her body, biting her lips as another orgasm took her, and then another. Her blue eyes teared from the wonderful feelings coursing through her, and she pressed her face strongly into Vantha’s chest, hips moving madly despite the strain beginning to grow in her arms and thighs.

Vantha’s and her own lubricating juices poured out onto her thighs and between her ass-cheeks, before dripping off onto the bed below.

Kara’s nipples felt raw and swollen from rubbing below Vantha’s body, contributing to the sweet sensations pounding out from her hot cunt.  

Kara felt another orgasm building, and she instinctively knew that this would be the big one, the explosion she had been so desperately seeking for all these weeks, that one that would finally burn out her unspeakable cravings and satisfy her needs. Grunting and straining with effort and pleasure, Kara drove herself even deeper onto Vantha’s cock, and tilted her pubis upwards to maintain constant contact between her clit and Vantha’s stomach and she knew it was time.

From somewhere deep inside her womb, a feeling of pleasure shot through her clit like never before.

Without warning a huge fountain of juice sprayed out from Kara’s clit, splattering the underside of Vantha’s boobs and some of it landing on her face. Vantha hadn’t expected this type of reaction from Kara, but wasn’t about to stop now. “I told you this’d be a night to remember, didn’t I, honey?” “Just...don’t...stop…” Kara panted.

Despite her expecting it, Kara was caught unprepared for the intensity of the climax that overtook her.

Her entire lower body tensed up, and her pussy gushed forth more tasty cream.

Kara shivered, shook, and screamed from the force of her release as it burned through her trim form, rattling her teeth and temporarily overwhelming all conscious thought.

The roar of Vantha starting to climax obliterated every other part of her universe except her spasming vagina.

Finally, Kara shuddered to a halt, her clit too sensitive to take anymore. Kara felt herself begin to lose control and started flexing and straining her arms.

The bed frame was the first to give way with some loud cracks.

They started to pull away, forming cracks on the dry wall behind with them.

Vantha noticed the noise, and was about to reach a climax and was starting to pull out so she could shoot off onto Kara.

Vantha tensed and whined at the unusual strength of the pleasure she felt, and with a jolt began to come.

The sperm raced up the length of her cock and all over Kara’s body.

She saw the damage Kara’s strength was inflicting with a surprised look, but continued stroking her dick in front of her.

The next jolt caught Kara in the cheek, spattering her face and hair.

As she shook her head two more spurts blasted out and caught her full in the face, covering her from eye brows to chin, and dripping down towards her mammoth breasts, leaving streaks of white in Kara’s blonde hair. Kara strained her arms, intending to reach out and embrace Vantha.

Thanks to her meta-human strength, portions of the headboard broke off along with pieces of the sheet rock.When Kara raised her arms, they met over the two women’s head with a loud crack against the ceiling, causing bits of wood and plaster to fall everywhere. Kara’s popped open in shock when she saw what she had done. “Holy shit!” exclaimed Vantha.

She covered her head with her arms, and fell forward onto Kara, her cock delivering several more spurts, beginning to weaken in intensity.

For a moment, all the two women could do was embrace one another and then begin to laugh nervously about what they had just done.

Vantha rose up slowly and surveyed the damage.

Sperm and plaster dust covered their breasts, soaking the nipples and dripping down the sweaty torsos towards her still-sensitive pussy.

Strings of sperm dripped from Kara’s nose and chin, and her mouth and lips were swimming in the juice.

There was even cum on her hands and running down her arms.

Vantha moaned in pleasure, her orgasm finally coming to a shuddering halt.

Kara collapsed, covered and dripping with milky splooge.

A quick stroking of jism-slicked fingers across her swollen clit brought on another small orgasm, and her legs jerked on the bed.

In its final death throes, the bed could take no more and one of the support legs collapsed leaving the mattress tilted downward on one side. “And it’s dead.

Congrats, Kara...you just killed a perfectly good bed.” After some time, her heartbeat slowed to something approaching normalcy, and Kara rolled to the side and sat up against the walls behind the bed.

Kara gazed down at herself, taking in her sweat and cum-soaked body, with bits of hair sticking to her flushed skin.

Rest-ing in a sexual languor, her mind came to grips with what she had done.

She had fucked a Vectran shemale, and then been fucked by her cock until it had exploded its come in her face and mouth.

And she had experienced the most powerful orgasms of her young life.

Certainly Vantha had enjoyed it. Kara focused her heat vision and used it to melt the chains shackled to her wrists. “There...that’s better.” “There are keys to those things, you know,” chuckled Vantha.

“You didn’t trash that part of the room...yet.” “I guess I should come with a ‘warning label’ whenever anyone has sex with me.” “You can say that again, Kara.

Let’s clean ourselves up and then head back to the lounge and meet the others.”

Chapter 8:

Akima Mars & Angela

Once they found an empty room, Akima and Angela wasted no time, kissing each other passionately.

Gerta was wearing normal clothes, filled out abundantly by her tits.

Angela had some boots or leg wrappings made of a golden material; her arms were covered in a similar style of sheath or glove, and a golden breastplate or bra covered her breasts.

A mask cover-ed her eyes and forehead, with two angel wings protruding from her reddish-brown hair “Let’s get out of these clothes and then get down to business, darling.” “I couldn’t agree more, Akima.

But instead of the strap-ons, I’ll provide the extra equipment today.” "You’ve got something special in store for me, don’t you?" Akima asked breathily, breaking the kiss and releasing Angela.

“I just love surprises…” Angela moved a few steps away and began flipping switches and making numerous adjustments to her lance.

“There...that ought to do it.” “What are you trying to do with that lance, dear...phone home?” 

“Not exactly...although it can do that too.

I’ll just say that you’ll like the results.

We’ll do you first.”

She pointed the lance at Akima and flicked a switch. A strange feeling came over Akima Mars, as though she were being dipped in liquid, and then passed.

But now Akima could feel a definite bulge in her crotch; it felt like multiple pairs of socks had been stuffed down there.

Having used her unique dildos before; she knew instantly it was the proud bulge of a cock between her legs. Overcome with desire, Akima advanced on Angela.

“Thanks for the ‘new addition’, darling.

Now let’s get you ready and out of those ‘clothes’ you’re wearing.”

She began fond-ling Angela, searching for a button or clasp to undo, but could find none.

“What the heck..?” “Allow me.”

Angela pressed a different button on the lance and her costume dis-appeared, revealing her splendid figure nude, except for a pair of panties and her mask. “Ooh, the possibilities with that toy of yours are just endless!

Where can I get one of those?” “I wouldn’t advise it.

You’d have to sign a pact with the netherworld and ransom your soul to a demon, hoping you’ll be able to get it back.” “Darling, I deal with film producers, lawyers and modeling agents on a regular basis… they wouldn’t stand a chance against me.” “Well, that’s up to you.

As for me, I’ve been itching for some action since before we arrived here...Bootika even tried hitting on me, while we were traveling here.

I said ‘no’ since I was still in charge of Harley and Ivy at the time.

But now that they’re Kara’s problem...” Angela struggled with the button on Akima’s pants for a second before it popped open and she yanked the zipper down.

As Angela had suspected, Akima was packing big time; her tight panties clung to a bulge of quite massive proportions.

The swell of two tangerine-sized balls, coupled with an impressively thick hose showed clearly through the fabric.

Angela grabbed her mask and pulled it off over her head.

The now mostly-naked, angel’s torso was slim and tight, the muscles on her abdomen standing out.

She had a beautiful set of full, proud breasts, but was nowhere near as large as Akima Mars. "God you are so hot," Akima breathed, hands feeling up her partner's body, pinching Angela's pert nipples. "Thanks, babe.

Now let me see you."

Angela grabbed Akima Mars’ shirt, lifting the fabric up.

Akima helped her pull it the rest of the way off.

She was as every bit as huge as she had appeared through her shirt; her mammoth breasts rippled with every movement. "Fuck," Angela said appreciatively.

Usually, other women gawked at her figure; now she was the one staring in disbelief at Akima Mars.

"You're not too shabby yourself.

Maybe we should actually move to the bedroom?" Angela pushed Akima to a sitting position on the bed, then dropped to her knees; she wanted cock already.

She helped Akima shed her pants as she placed a hand on the back of her head.

Angela pulled the pants down slowly, Akima lifting her hips to help.

The impressive bulge in Akima's panties came into view inch by glorious inch.

Angela could plainly see her prick was still sheathed, and as the waistband of the jeans cleared the melon-sized bulge, Angela yanked them the rest of the way down to Akima's ankles. Angela rubbed the bulge lovingly with a hand, feeling the hot flesh just beneath the fabric.

Akima gave an approving moan and stroked the back of Angela's head.

Angela grasp-ed the apple sized sack through the undies, feeling the fat, heavy balls, roiling with cum.

Without wasting another moment, Angela hooked her digits on her waistband and yanked the underwear down.

Akima Mars’ dick flopped out, her balls dangling loosely in her leathery sack, her huge, fist-thick flare just beginning to poke out of the sheath. "Now you, honey," Akima breathed huskily.

Angela pulled off her own panties, her impressive dong flopping down eight inches between her thighs. 

"Mmm..." Akima moaned softly, and a bit more of her shaft emerged from the sheath, "that's some piece you got there."

Angela wrapped her hands around Akima’s huge sheath and squeezed.

With that little bit of encouragement, the thick cock spilled the rest of the way out, inches at a time, until over sixteen inches of Akima's pole were visible, the head smacking against Angela’s thigh. "Fuck...your cock is amazing!" Angela was enamored. "I need to take it."

Akima hefted her massive cock in one hand, and with two hands, Angela began to slowly stroke her still-growing cock.

Slowly, Akima's cock inflated even more in Angela's hands as they jerked it gently off.

Past eighteen and then twenty inches, well over a foot and a half of shemale dick.

Angela opened her mouth, tongue sticking out and reaching forward to give the first-thick flare a long, slow lick along the gaping piss-slit.

She tasted the salty warmth of fresh pre-cum just starting to well up from the depths of Akima's dick. Angela's own cock was becoming rock-hard, already over twelve inches long.

She knew it wouldn’t be long until her own shaft was almost equal to Akima Mars.

Angela opened her mouth wide, and took in the blunt head of Akima’s cock. "Oh yes..." Akima murmured as Angela struggled to engulf the end of the monster cockhead for the first time.

This one was briefly giving Angela trouble; but she knew that her lance’s spell would quickly let her handle it successfully. Angela wasted no time and relaxed her throat.

Akima dove forward, pushing over seven inches down her throat instantly.

Akima pulled back, leaving just an inch in.

Angela tongued the wide cum-slit, eliciting another moan from Akima and a small jet of pre-cum splashing into Angela's mouth.

Angela dove onto Akima’s cock again, taking over twelve inches down her throat.

She began to piston back and forth, each time taking a little more of the massive shaft.

Akima was now fully hard at just over two feet of throbbing flesh, and Angela had already swallowed half of it.

Supporting herself on her left hand, Angela grasped the base of the monster with her right, only able to encircle about three quarters of the girth.

She began to jerk Akima off in time with her head's movement. Angela swallowed around the fat shaft in her throat, the soft muscles massaging the hot dick-flesh.

Akima grabbed the sides of Angela’s head.

she began to gently thrust into Angela's mouth, shoving her thick prick deeper into her throat. "Damn, your mouth is so fucking good," Akima moaned, her breasts rippling as she continued to face-fuck Angela, slowly increasing the depths of her thrusts and her ferocity, "I've never had anyone treat my cock this good." As Akima continued to thrust into Angela's mouth, she did all she could to pleasure her ever more.

Angela’s throat muscles contracted and squeezed expertly, even as Akima’s thick cock thrust in and out, forcing its way deeper into her throat.

Each time Akima withdrew her cock until just the fat flare remained in Angela's mouth, she lashed the fat cockhead with her tongue.

The blowjob was fucking fantastic.

Akima had fireworks going off in her head; she was used to partners going crazy over her body one she was naked, but this was the first time anyone could actually satisfy her with her cocksucking prowess. "I...I don't know if I can last..!" Akima was shaking, the pleasure was so intense.

She normally had incredible staying potential, but Angela was driving her totally insane.

She ceased her humping, but instantly Angela picked up the slack, diving down to take sixteen inches of her shaft.

Angela wanted Akima's jism, and now.

 Akima moaned again.

Internally, Angela was ecstatic. 

“Cum for me!” Angela thought.

“I want your load!” Now nineteen inches of Akima’s fat cock were buried in Angela’s throat, the monster shaft filling her deeply.

Relaxing as much she could, Angela plunged her head down further, taking even more inches, swallowing the whole shaft smoothly and burying her face in Akima's pubic bush.

The monstrous flare of Akima’s dick felt like it was almost penetrating her stomach. Akima gasped, and called out, "I'm cumming!"

The throbbing shaft spasmed in Angela’s mouth, and the first heavy blast of hot cum shot out, coating her insides.

Akima was in heaven; no one had ever swallowed the entirety of her dick, yet Angela was taking it like a pro.

But even as Akima thrusted her cock into Angela's mouth, she could feel her own cock coming to vibrant life. Angela was incredibly turned on as Akima’s cock hosed down her throat.

Instantly, she felt her ability go to work, as she absorbed Akima’s sexual energy and used it to empower her prick.

Angela's large dick throbbed once, twice, growing hotter and warmer.

Then it started to grow, her already hefty cock stretching outward, thickening as it went.

Akima was lost in the throes of orgasm, as she felt her dick continue to slide out of Angela's throat, and her mouth coming flush with her groin when she brought her head forward.

She looked down at the angel, and gasped when she noticed Angela's cock.

It was bigger, almost certainly past fourteen inches now, and visibly growing, the grapefruit-sized ball sac swinging gently between her thighs. That was when she also noticed Angela’s nuts were growing.

Usually the size of two tennis balls, they were noticeably bigger than that now, and as she watched, they were clearly growing.

Angela's prick swelled past eighteen inches, and was already much thicker than Akima's had been, nearly four inches wide at its thickest and wide enough that both hands would not be able to reach around it. Angela pulled her mouth off of Akima’s dick, now that it had shot its load into her.

She gently pushed Akima onto her back onto the bed.

Angela's cock grew in kind, thickening wider and wider, growing ever so slightly longer with every inch.

Angela stood next to Akima,her huge pole stretching out over her massive cleavage.

One hand still wrapped around the middle of her cock, fingertips not even close to touching. “I’m glad you like what you see, honey.

Now I’m going to fuck your tits and your butt at the same time.” Akima lay there, dazed and gaping; she moved her mouth as if to say something, but for a moment, no sound came out.

Finally she found her voice. “As much fun as I know that would be, darling, unless you've found a way to clone yourself, I think you’ll find that rather difficult.”

“You haven’t seen all the things my lance and I can do, Akima.

Remember when I said that I have a ‘devil streak’?”

She snapped her fingers, and her lance transformed into a mas-sive five-foot long dildo.

For one of the few times in her career, Akima Mars became genuine-ly worried.

“Don’t worry, honey.

I don’t expect you to take it all.

Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

The dildo-lance hovered in the air and then moved to a horizontal pose as it prepared itself for action. Suddenly, it felt like multiple hands yanked off Akima’s trousers and underwear.

Akima briefly tried to resist at first, but was quickly overpowered.

Big smooth hands seemed to be everywhere, cupping and squeezing, lifting and weighing.

Thick, hot fingers began sliding and playing across Akima's taunt anus. 

Next Angela spoke a few words in a strange language.

Three shiny metal bands ap-peared and hovered in the air.

Angela pulled Akima's long penis, holding it out and away from her body.

One ring opened and then fastened itself at the base of her cock where it joined her crotch.

Another wrapped around her pole just above the balls.

The third secured itself at the top of her nutsac where they joined the shaft.

Angela turned her hand like she was tightening a dial.

The rings began cinching themselves more snugly and Akima could feel herself getting hard already. “These babies’ll have you hard again in no time, Akima.”

Angela admired her own thick, powerful erection which had already grown several inches longer.

Now Angela began to slowly force her cock through Akima Mars’ immense valley of cleavage.

"This isn't my first time doing this," Angela panted.

She growled deeply as she climbed onto Akima’s torso.

"You know you want it...and I’m gonna give it to you!"

Akima felt one invisible hand dipping around and under her, fondling and rolling those mighty orbs around in their soft nutsac.

They teased as her hot dripping dildo-lance rubbed against Akima's inner thigh's.

Angela concentrated and ghost-hands cupped Akima’s round perfect buns.

"See how much you like this!" she gloated, her ghost-hands grasping Akima's cock and roughly pulling it up farther.

"Perhaps you were a closet submissive all along!"

Akima whimpered louder as Angela whispered to her, shaking her head. Akima panted as she felt the sensation of thousands of needles pricking her banded balls, her body was ready to be mounted.

Invisible hands pinning her in place, the thick hard dildo-cock pressed firmly against her shiny tail hole, greasy pre-cum oozing all over it.

The blunt tip rubbed through Akima's ass crack, and teased over her hole.

Akima’s round donut-hole winking open and closed as Angela breathed into Akima's ears. "Relax your back door and get ready!" Angela growled powerfully, as the lance speared into Akima’s wet hole!

It pressed forward hard, pushing the broad tip into Akima’s quivering anus.

A searing pain made Akima briefly whine loudly as the big shaft was brutally forced through her tight ring. "Damn you’re a tight little bitch!" Angela moaned as her dildo-lance sank deep into Akima’s asshole. “And it’s not my first time either, honey,” Akima panted as she regained her composure.

“I wouldn’t have lasted as long as I have in this business, if I balked at a little anal sex.” “Okay, you asked for it...” "Ah, yes!" squealed Akima as the big blunt organ was forcefully planted in her anus.

The mattress caught her and Angela's weight held her in place.

"Fuck...oh fuck..." she swore in pain and pleasure, the muscles of her violated orifice clamping down on the big invader tightly. "You’re a good little fuck toy!" Angela growled grinning, as now the real fun could begin.

"Yeah...yeah, squeal...tell me how much you’re loving that!" Angela snickered in total control now. "Oh, fuck yes," Akima chanted as if trying to drive the words from her head.

Even as her powerful body trembled in pleasure and pain.

"Tell me you want more, little girl!" Angela growled, her dildo-lance grinding and thrust-ing into Akima’s resisting hole.

Her girth quickly widened to full size as Akima received even more of it, thrusting deeply inside Akima's rump.

Hot and sultry groan's escaping Angela’s mouth, at the feel of Akima's ass flesh clinging to that massive dick!

Akima could feel every vein and ridge on it. 

Now Angela exerted her strength and tried hold Akima Mars’ mammoth breasts in place for a tittyfuck.

They were so huge it was like trying to control two watermelons with only her hands on a slick surface.

"Oh, you’re so big...so hard..." Akima moaned pressing back, impaling herself on the massive member.

Angela huffed, straining for breath; her arm's circling around Akima’s tremendous chest.

Panting, Angela slipped a hand behind her down to Akima's crotch.

She stroked her firm round balls, as Akima’s cock had risen to become rigidly erect and was now slapping against her tight butt. "Keep doing that," Akima groaned as the soft slender hands rubbed over her big hard jewels. Steadily, the dildo-lance thrusted into Akima’s clenching rump, the thick cock stretching her debauched anus painfully wide, as it forced her to take more of the huge hard cock. 

"No...oh gods..." Akima Mars mumbled incoherently, as the pleasure of it throbbing against her prostate tamed all protests.

Grinning to herself in sadistic glee, Angela forced it to slow down its thrusting. Now she focused on using more of her arcane powers, calling on forces to hold Akima Mars’ giant breasts in position as she pistoned her cock between them, while she reached behind her back with her hands, squeezing and teasing Akima's throbbing prick to its full, raging arousal, as her ghost-lance banged hard into her tight rump hole.

Spectral hands spread down between Akima's thighs to engulf her banded ball sack, squeezing those en-snared orbs roughly, and teasing the delicate flesh.

"Soon you'll be even more of a bottom bitch, Akima," Angela jeered, as her powerful hips continued to move her cock in and out of her cleavage.”

Angela's words obviously aroused Akima as well as herself, as she looked back into Angela's dark eyes and shivered in fear and lust.

With ghost hands still gripping Akima's nut's, Angela’s hand reached out to her chest caressing her hard nipples.

So much stimulation was making Akima's nipples bigger, and longer than they had ever been before. Even as Angela's long lance-organ worked in and out of her, Angela snickered, as she felt Akima beginning to push back, knowing Akima's natural urge to orgasm was overriding her logical mind. 

“That's it little girl, fuck yourself on my cock!” Angela shouted as it drove more of her length deep in Akima’s hot depths.

Akima's lithe body trembled with lust and embarrassment. 

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Akima whispered to herself under her breath, feeling it slide ever deeper into her hot tight ass, rubbing her big sensitive prostrate relentlessly.

She could only groan, unable to escape, unable to move in any direction without getting more of Angela inside her.

"What’s that, little girl...you’re liking my big lance-cock huh!" Angela teased as she nibbled on Akima’s nipples, making the erotic dancer shiver.

"What a cock slut!" Angela laughed as she thrusted harder.

She gripped Akima's hard-on almost painfully tight, her hands stroking and fondling her ball sac, feeling the heat and growing tension within her loins. 

"I think little Akima is getting ready to squirt!" Angela taunted.

Akima gave in to her desire, as her body neared orgasm.

Angela slowly, and powerfully directed her dildo-organ in and out of Akima's anus, battering Akima's prostrate mercilessly, as hot thick spurts of pre-cum lubed her rectum. 

Even as Angela’s hands squeezed and teased Akima’s aching balls, and new her cock was getting close to release, suddenly Angela felt her own mighty orbs draw up and felt her cock tense and jerk.

As it began its release, Akima’s cock spouted off numerous streams, be-coming a thick gooey river that splattered on to the sheets as Akima squealed and moaned in pleasure. Growling and panting in lust, Angela’s willed her dildo-lance to pound Akima’s hot hole savagely now, her spectral hands on Akima's big round nuts, squeezing tighter and tighter with each thrust.

Akima squealed, her tight tail hole spasming and clinching, making Angela moan in delight, as she grasped her copiously aroused cock. Angela willed the ghost hands to pull Akima’s boobs slightly apart do she could drench the dancer’s face as her own cock shot off.

Akima surprised her by opening her mouth and taking many gulps of her hot shemale sperm down her throat. Finally Angela had spent herself and the dildo-lance removed itself and vanished.

Angela climbed off of Akima Mars and laid down next to her on the bed as they caught their breath.

“After being in the business for so long, I thought I knew every erotic trick in the book, darling.

But you’ve shown me there at least several chapters that I don’t know about...maybe even a whole new volume.” “Just remember, not everyone’s going to to able to do the things that I can,” laughed Angela. “Once I’ve recovered, I feel as though I have to make it up to you.

I’ve shot off twice already, and you’ve only done it once.” “Not to worry...I’m linked very closely with my lance.

I felt everything when it fucked you in the back door, as well as between those mountains you call boobs.”

She spoke some words in a strange tongue and the bands around Akima’s cock vanished.

“And don’t think you’re getting a ‘time out’ when you do it with me.”

Both of their cocks were already starting to thicken and grow erect.

“There’s no ‘time limit’ like there is with your strap-ons.

You just have to be able to keep up with me.” “And me without my crash helmet,” sighed Akima, as she realized just what she was in for.

Chapter 9: Pandora and Poison Ivy

Ivy and Pandora found an empty room quickly, and to Ivy’s pleasant surprise, this room contained some plants. Instantly imagining the possibilities, Ivy embraced Pandora and kiss-ed her on the lips.

Due to Pandora being taller and having a huge set of breasts, Ivy had to strain to wrap her arms around her neck. “You don’t waste any time, that’s for certain,” chuckled Pandora, as her eyelids began to feel heavy. “Just put on that special dildo of yours, and when you wake up, the fun will really start.” “Okay, but what about yours?” Pandora replied with a yawn. “Oh, I’ve got everything I need right here, sweetheart.”

Thanks to the influx of mystical energy from Angela and Gerta earlier, Ivy had more than enough power left over to temporar-ily restrain Pandora and transform the plants in the room and make them do her bidding.

Pandora awoke a few minutes later to find herself kneeling on the bed against the wall.

Her arms were stretched out like she was on a cross.

When she tried to move, Pandora found her arms her bound by what looked like vines, as well as around her ankles.

While she felt like she could break free if she needed to, Pandora could sense only the promise of great sex to come from Ivy, and didn’t strain too hard at her bonds. “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” asked Ivy.

“My ability to control plants gave me some ideas and this seemed like the perfect time.” Pandora could feel her cock beginning to become stiff beneath her panties, as Ivy’s fingers wiggled in quickly, reaching for that fat shaft and giving it a firm squeeze as her digits dug hard into the spongy flesh.

Ivy slowly slid closer to Pandora, acting as casual as she could with her own erection throbbing. Pandora noticed Ivy’s impressive hard-on, well over two foot long with balls the size of grapefruits hanging below it.

Aside from being a dark green in color, it was similar to how she, Akima and Kitten were like when they used the micro flesh bond dildos. “Are you hung like this naturally girl?” Pandora asked.

“I’m impressed.” “Thanks to the energy from Gerta and Angela, I could grow my body even bigger than yours and make my dick as big as a redwood if I wanted.

But we’ll start relatively equal-sized and see where things lead.”

Ivy knew Pandora would quickly have a stallion-sized cock within a few moments.

Pandora’s shaft was smaller than Ivy’s for the moment, but it still got Ivy's insides ready for what she knew they were going to be feeling during her time with Pandora. Pandora’s cock was quick to harden at the sensation, and it was left craving more and more attention with each bounce.

The glans broke free of the hem of her panties, soon pass-ing her navel and heading up towards the bottom of her breasts. Ivy didn't even need to know that they were in a whorehouse bedroom, to know what was in store for her, as Pandora’s prick continued to grow and she gently strained at the vines binding her. 

Ivy concentrated and some of the vines formed into a makeshift riding crop.

A soft smack of that riding crop against Pandora’s thigh made her jump just a bit as Ivy grinned at her reaction, slowly staring back down at Pandora's ever bulging groin and then back up towards Pandora's face. 

"Down," Ivy instructed, pointing her crop towards the bed.

Pandora was quick to obey, the vines loosening enough to let change position, but still holding her in place.

Ivy grinned at her control over Pandora.

But to have such a beautiful stacked and well-hung shemale, bowing and shivering in her presence, under her total and ultimate command...this was a rush she simply couldn't get in Gotham City or anywhere else.

Ivy loosened her control over the binding vines so that Pandora could change to the proper position for fun and games.

With Pandora now down on her knees. Ivy could look directly into her eyes now, especially when she relaxed her posture.

Ivy smirked a little, sending the riding crop's tip down to slide gently over one of Pandora's thighs, only for it to end up right on the lacing of her now painfully straining underwear.

Ivy softly sighed, taking a gentle tone as the crop gently continued to slid up and down the lacing, bouncing gently from strained strand to bulging vein as Pandora’s throbbing cock underneath kept everything nice and tight.

Pandora gave a small whimper as she felt the treatment continue, balling her fists as the strain of her straining cock was craving release of some sort.

But Ivy loved seeing it like this, keeping the treatment up for a moment. 

"This new underwear of yours… they’re one of the sexier things I've ever seen in my life." "Thank you..." Pandora added with a squirm and gasp as the crop tip ground firmly at the displayed flesh of her cock exposed above her panties.

"But as nice as they are, I find them to be rather... distracting..." Ivy added, now really driving the crop in between the laces and pushing firmly right against that bare cock, leaving Pandora wincing just a bit at the extra added pressure.

But Ivy wasn't letting up, leaning her body forward with her prick mashing against Pandora’s and adding even more weight to that crop as she softly whispered into Pandora's ears, "and I don't like losing control of my carnal thoughts...." "Sorry..." Pandora let out a soft little whine at the sensation.

But otherwise she kept herself quiet as Ivy's frame leaned into her again.

"I’m gonna make you cum so hard, Pandora..." Ivy added with a heavy grin, twisting the crop a bit against that hard cock flesh to watch Pandora squirm and let out a strong gasp again.

It didn't stop both of them from breathing hard, almost close enough to feel the heat from one another now as Ivy finally pulled her crop from that groin, giving Pandora a momentary reprise with a gasp of pleasure from her mouth at the release of the pressure. Ivy relaxed the control over the vines so Pandora could assume a sitting position and was looking directly at her. "So you get the full treatment today..." Ivy said, using her riding crop to slide up from Pandora's groin and over her chiseled belly, all the way to under her chin to lift it up a bit.

First she centered Pandora's gaze on her own grinning face, her eyes staring firmly into her own all the while.

But slowly she slid the crop tip up and to Pandora's cheek, gently pushing her head over towards the direction of her own mammoth cock. "Yes, Ivy..." Pandora added with a little gulp, looking back at the green monster. 

Ivy did smile a bit at that admission though, loving to hear Pandora say it as she gently pulled the crop away from her body for one small moment.

Ivy let the crop dangle free from her hand, held only by that wrist strap against her frame.

"Good girl..." Ivy cooed, giving Pandora a small pat to the head as she let out a little whine in return.

Pandora was still breathing heavily for sure, and her erection was still raging hot and heavy despite the continued and near painful pressure of her cock against her pant-ies holding it back.

But Ivy wouldn't let her suffer for much longer.

With a grin she grabbed her riding crop again and gave a few firm swats to Pandora's outer thigh and rump.

"Turn towards the headboard..." Ivy added in a firm tone, mentally commanding the vines to release the girl, and slowly leading Pandora into position with a few firm taps of that riding crop onto her hips, sides, and wherever else Ivy thought needed a good smack.

She watched as Pandora slowly and carefully assumed the position. 

Ivy took a doggy-style pose over Pandora, first letting her huge shaft and balls rub against her butt and backside.

Pandora’s excited breathing increased even more when Ivy stuck her cock between her legs, letting the two mammoth shafts rub together and feeling the throbbing veins brush against each other as Ivy simulated the humping motions. Now Ivy let Pandora return to the sitting pose so she could kneel directly in front of her and look her in the eyes as their erect pricks mashed against one another again. Ivy slowly moved in front of Pandora, and held her shiny, large green prick in front of her face.

"As much as I love watching you squirm..." Ivy added with a grin, "I'm sure I could do even better.

Are you finally ready to be unlaced?" Pandora squirmed in place as her hot cock pressed against her underwear as hard as ever, throbbing out heavily and threatening to simply tear the fabric at any moment now.

But she did give a slow and straining nod at Ivy's words.

Pandora gave her hips a needy bump and squirm as her cock throbbed hotly once again, far too sensitive from being constrained by her underwear for so long to handle much more. With that, Ivy gave a firm grin and slowly slid down to her own knees in front of Pandora, using her hands to slide on in and get a good grope of that full package.

Pandora whined as Ivy was a fiendish little devil, prolonging Pandora's suffering just a bit more as her hands worked over her now rock hard groin and bulge.

Pandora’s underwear was indeed in danger of ripping in two, the seams stretched taught and the laces in front popping straight through the grommets holding them in place.

Yet Ivy continued on squeezing, rubbing, tortur-ing Pandora more and more, feeling her hot cock crying out to her for release and unable to get it.

Just as Ivy’s hand finally landed on that large bow towards the top of Pandora’s under-wear, she slowly started to tug, watching the loops start to shrink as more and more of the lace was tugged through the knot.

And then, with one loud fabric stretching pop, the lace finally went slack... or at least as slack as Pandora’s massive cock would allow it to go in the blink of an eye. With that final release came a heavy shivering gasp from Pandora, her whole body tensing up as the pressure around her groin was suddenly released in one quick pulse.

Her cock was throbbing hard and continuing to grow quickly in a heavy rush.

Ivy was able to loosen the lacing just enough to have that huge cock flop on out, busting free. That final release of tension left Pandora gasping, her body shivering as her cock was finally free.

Ivy used her control over plants to form a ring, grabbed it with her hand and quickly started to slide it right over Pandora’s throbbing cock tip, forcing it over that expanding head and quickly down the rest of that shaft.

Down towards the base Ivy had to work for a moment, reaching into the now loose underwear to dig Pandora's heavy nuts out with a few firm scoops.

And once they were out, Ivy had to squeeze and press them slowly, but still rather firmly through vine ring as well, finishing the job before Pandora’s cock got too thick to fit. Ivy enjoyed the view as she sat back to watch Pandora’s cock fill up with blood right before her eyes, her already giant shaft throbbing and bulging all the more, making Pandora gasp and arch her back.

Pandora had gotten her initial release of pressure once her cock had finally busted free of her underwear, but now that pressure was building again, her cock flesh hardening as the heavy throbbing of her heartbeat made that cock bounce softly each time she moved.

Ivy was almost mesmerized by Pandora’s shaft at this point, taking a good moment just to let her eyes dance over every impressive vein and each hot pulsing bit of flesh, drooling in appreciation all the while.

But after getting a good eyeful, Ivy's hands slowly started to slide down and make contact with Pandora’s hot flesh.

She was gentle at first, not wanting to push Pandora too far, as her hands gently cupped that sensitive shaft, cradling it and stroking over its very hot and rigid length with a few slow passes.

Ivy added a heavy wad of spit down onto it as well before too long, rubbing her hand through the saliva to help slide her hands up and down, soon leading her motions towards Pandora’s slowly flaring tip.

And once there she gently teased her fingers up and around that large head, tracing every little ridge and valley as she watched Pandora squirm more and more at her tantalizing touches.

Pandora was teased into submission as Ivy worked her magic.

Each touch to her cock left her back arching and her breathing slowly growing heavier and heavier, Pandora totally under Ivy's control.

Her hands were clenched in tight fists at her sides as her hips reflexively gave a few thrusts into Ivy's hands all the while, craving more and more of that heavy atten-tion. 

On and on Ivy played and teased, worshiping Pandora’s large pillar of meat in front of her, until she could barely stand the gentle teasing herself.

It was a beautiful cock, especially when it was caught in that cockring, making it throb and grow to sizes most women would simply have nightmares about.

Ivy happily started to squeeze and play a bit rougher with Pandora’s cock now that the sensation had died down just a little bit for her.

But those hands didn't stay alone for long, Ivy's mouth watering at the sight as she finally couldn't hold herself back any longer. 

Ivy pressed her chest against her prick, before she brought herself to stare right down the barrel of Pandora’s amazing cock throbbing hotly and needfully right in front of her.

Her mouth and jaw quickly opened up as far as they could go, but even then she needed a little help as she pushed down against Pandora’s firm flesh with her tongue and lips.

With a heavy wet pop that flared head soon found itself wrapped up in Ivy's wet mouth for the first time.

Securing a tight seal around that head with her lips, Ivy slowly let them push apart wider as she drove in, sliding an inch or two deeper with a little work.

Ivy's jaw size prohibited her from doing too much more with that cock up front, but she did her best to let her tongue rub all over the glans, getting a good and heavy taste of Pandora with each little pass.

Of course that made Pandora moan as that hot attention fell right over her sensitive cock tip, that shaft bobbing up to life as it throbbed and pressed against the roof of Ivy's mouth rather firmly.

But Ivy kept her under control, holding that shaft down with her hands while she slowly kept up the gentle strokes all over that length.

Ivy did her best to bob softly up and down that shaft, making sure to get a good seal and suck deeply on that head, leaving Pandora to squirm and wiggle all the while in her bindings.

She loved the feel of so much 0f Pandora’s cock filling her mouth up, taking her time to enjoy it with a few happy slobbers and drooling slurps over that tip.

Her hands worked up a frenzy over every ridge, every vein om Pandora, worshiping that gigantic cock, in awe of its prowess.

Ivy's tongue wormed its way gently around and even into that large hole right at the tip of Pandora’s cock. But before Ivy's jaw began to hurt too much from the strain she slowly pulled back, popping herself off that member and gathering her breath.

Ivy quickly stuck out her tongue and dived down the length of Pandora’s shaft once more as it pressed firmly against the flesh.

She rubbed her tongue and her cheek against Pandora’s entire shaft all the way down to the base and towards those balls with one slow, careful movement.

Ivy slid up and back a few times as well, enjoying every inch of that massive shaft and coating it with a fresh little dribble of spit each time.

But soon enough she ended up down by that sheath, giving it a few little passes and even a nibble or two, sliding down to Pandora’s heavy balls underneath. Ivy was quick to coat them with her spit as well, as if marking them as her property with a few heavy and heated passes of her tongue against Pandora’s large bulges.

Ivy brought her hands down as well, heaving up her hefty and balls tightly in her hand, feeling their weight and heat as it sent a heavy shiver through her own body.

What was brewing in there would be hers before too long, and from the way Pandora was gritting her teeth she knew she was already struggling to hold back from all the teasing.

So Ivy didn't push her too much harder, adding a few licks and even nibbles to that leathery scrotal flesh before slowly making her way back up that cock towards the tip, lavishing it with praise and admiration on every inch along the route.

But as soon as Ivy's tongue flicked off Pandora’s cock tip one final time she knew that she had to bring both of them off, and had to do it quickly.

Using her mental abilities, Ivy had the vines release Pandora’s prick, shredding her panties as they did so. Now Ivy scooted close to Pandora, her balls resting on top of hers, their shafts pressed close together.

Ivy commanded the vines to wrap around both of their pricks at once, and they began moving up and down like a giant sheath.

Within moments, both women shot past the point of no return and two huge fountains of cum erupted from their cockheads and splat-tered off of the ceiling, raining back down on them and the bedcovers.

Both women collapsed and fell on their backs, their shafts still joined together and pointing up like a phallic flagpole.

Ivy grinned and caught her breath just a bit, taking a momentary break.

She gave the mental command for the vines to leave their pricks.

Ivy’s own cock was still rather hard, and she gave it a few fast squeezes, directing it towards Pandora's direction making sure that she could see it.

Ivy cradled her bare cock throbbing in the air as her hand went down to stroke Pandora’s prick lovingly.

Ivy made sure to push her erection into Pandora's line of sight, leav-ing it there as she watched her try to compose herself.

Ivy gave her a moment to do slow, gentle breathing and Pandora had returned to a normal state.

"How do you feel Pandora?" Ivy asked with a heavy grin, not expecting much of an answer as Pandora let out a garbled and strained set of syllables in return.

 "Good..." she finally added with a smirk as she gently turned to face Pandora.

Suddenly, Pandora recover-ed quicker than Ivy thought possible.

She sat up and pushed Ivy onto her back on the bed. “All right, honey, now it’s my turn.

I’ll admit that you surprised me with the ‘botany lesson’ just now.

But Kitten, Akima and I have been doing stuff like this for years.

You don’t last long if you’re just a ‘one trick pony’ or the first time is the last time when you do it with someone, because you’re too tired.” With her cock still in her hand Pandora slid up from her knees positioning her cock,in front of Harley’s butt, sliding her hand up the length of her prick as she did so.

With one step, Ivy straddled Pandora softly as her hand gently aimed her cock at her soft buttocks.

Ivy slowly began to sink down, squatting gently on top of her until she felt her cock press up against Pandora’s warm pucker, gently applying more and more pressure to her butt as she held her cock in place tightly with one free hand. Pandora’s cock was big, there was no getting around that.

And Ivy’s body was pushed to the limit almost right away as her massive cockhead pressed firmly up against her warm and slowly yielding ass.

It was slow going at first as Ivy grunted and pushed, wiggling in to try and force that cock head to finally slurp inside of her, but Ivy's hard work soon paid off, leav-ing her grunting and gasping suddenly as Pandora’s cockhead finally popped inside of her box and dove right on in.

That left Ivy arching her back and squirming, but gently finding herself sinking down a good few inches deeper in the process onto Pandora. Pandora let out her own little gasp as she felt her cock drive up and into Ivy’s tight warmth.

The heat around her cock tip and shaft felt absolutely wonderful as she gave back a few heavy huffs and squirms, having to resist just ramming forwards into those warm guts of Ivy, as she carefully and slowly slid down little by little.

Ivy kept her cool as she inched along further and further.

But before too long Ivy found herself halfway down onto that shaft as she placed her hands on Pandora's shoulders for support.

Pandora just groaned as her strained body was now shivering in pleasure as well.

That hot and wet tightness around her shaft was amazing, and Pandora gave a few gentle thrusts on up and into Ivy, shaking that slender body around a bit.

Ivy was quick to squeeze her hands down onto Pandora's shoulders rather firmly. 

"Steady girl..." Ivy said as if she was breaking in a feral horse, waiting until Pandora had stopped moving before she continued on with her own gentle pumps up and down. “Oh, that’s not all you’re getting from me today, Ivy.”

Pandora used her hands to grip Ivy’s shaft and began stroking it up and down.

Ivy quickly copied her and their four hands gripped Ivy’s prick like it was in a vise. Although Pandora’s shaft was huge, it didn't take Ivy long to get up to a good pace, slowly starting to slide farther up and down that shaft as her pussy took it in deeper and deeper on occasion.

She held onto Pandora firmly for support as her well toned legs kept up their heavy work, squatting down onto that cock before kicking up and sliding a good bit of that shaft out and through her box once again.

Ivy wasn't really one to make too much noise during sex, enjoying the sensations internally as she just closed her eyes and did her best to keep her pumps steady.

But Pandora made up for it, squirming and gasping heavily as well as letting out a few more heavy moans and noises as Ivy continued to ride her up and down. Ivy gritted her teeth and pushed on deeper, taking a firm seat on Pandora’s cock, shivering to see just how deep it could go.

More and more Ivy bounced on Pandora’s cock, her own tight groans squeezed through her mouth as her insides were tested over and over again.

Pandora was in bliss at the heavy sensation as well.

Ivy briefly released her hands from her cock and pushed down hard on Pandora's shoulders, sliding her up and off that cock, only to let gravity slurp her back down again with a nice firm splurt each time.

Ivy groaned and leaned back just a bit, feeling a little sweat trickling down her body as her pussy burned and tingled in all the right areas.

Ivy’s own cock was busy flopping back and forth between their breasts with each bounce she made, slapping her across their belly and thighs while dripping pre-cum all over Pandora's body in the process.

And as much as she loved the feeling of a shaft inside her like that, Ivy also loved getting off.

She groaned a bit and finally slipped one hand off Pandora's shoulder, sliding it down to grip her cock with a heavy huff. 

She slowly steadied her position and gave her legs a firm squat before saying, "Thrust harder, Pandora..." in a strained but still heavy and controlling voice.

Pandora didn't even have to think twice as her hips kicked into gear.

And as Ivy slid into a good position to take the pounding Pandora made sure to give it to her as best as she could.

Pandora’s cock traveled up and down, quickly slurping through Ivy's distended insides, Ivy arching her back to moan out firmly as the power of Pandora came through her insides, rippling them with wave after wave of heavy thrusts, leaving her groaning and tingling.

Ivy held onto Pandora's shoulder with one hand and used her other one to wrap tightly around her own cock, stroking it slowly.

Ivy knew Pandora would be getting close...she could tell by her body language.

Even with that cock ring on Pandora she could only handle so much, leaving her panting hard and biting her teeth down hard with each heavy pump she gave.

Ivy was close too, panting up a storm now as she felt that cock drive into her insides over and over again.

"You're free to...cum any time Pandora..." Ivy added back through gritted teeth, huffing hard and sliding just a little lower to get that cock even deeper inside of her with each drive.

“But I think I may beat you to it…” Ivy thrusted her prick in between Pandora’s tits using her hands to hold the huge flesh globes around it.

She some of her last mystic energy reserves to make her prick grow longer so the head brushed against Pandora’s chin on the upward thrusts. As if Pandora needed any more inspiration she started to rut harder and faster, putting everything her body had into it as Ivy could feel the force and heavy grunts shooting through her at the action.

It went on for surprisingly long, but Ivy and Pandora both hung in there as Pandora's hips finally started to weaken, her load building up and building up...with one last heavy drive Pandora felt her cock explode deep into Ivy, leaving Pandora gasping and shak-ing as her muscles bulged and her whole body tensed up from the strain of shooting out pump after pump of thick and rich seed deep into Ivy’s well-clenched hole.

Ivy gasped even heavier than Pandora did at the sudden sensation of her hot cum filling her insides quickly with the torrent of seed.

Ivy worked her legs to push herself up and off that cock just a bit more with each squirt, as Pandora's orgasm seemed never ending.

As the cum continued to flow deep into her insides, leaving Ivy’s body swimming in a warm flood, she finally felt the pressure push her past her own little wall. 

Now Ivy began to shoot off onto Pandora’s face and tits uncontrollably.

The flared head of Pandora's still throbbing cock was grinding into her prostate just about perfectly with each twitch, finally making her gasp and shoot her own load across Pandora's chest and belly in a set of quick, sudden surges.

It was almost like Ivy was marking her with her cum as shot after shot of white streaked across, splattering wetly and gently drooling into the cracks and crevices of Pandora's body. 

Pandora had been momentarily too distracted to pay full attention to Ivy’s spurting cock going off at point blank range.

She released Ivy and clamped her mouth over her spewing cockhead.

Almost immediately, Pandora’s eyes popped open in surprise as she tasted Ivy’s splooge.

She made some startled grunts and pulled Ivy’s glans out of her mouth in disbelief. As Ivy finally wiggled the last of her load out of her cock tip she could only grin while watching the mess she made slowly dribble down over Pandora's breasts and abdomen.

Her bright white cum stood out quite vividly against Pandora’s tanned body, adding more and more coverage to her sexy figure with every passing moment. “What the hell did you just pump into me, girl?” “Sorry about that,” Ivy replied.

“My abilities are plant-based.

And all the sexual energy I absorbed from Gerta and Angela must have affected the way my sperm tastes, even though it looks the same as yours.” “When I want a salad, I’ll order one from the cafeteria, ‘greenie’.”

Pandora tried to compose herself.

“I don’t think I’m gonna hurl, but thanks to you, I’ve got this nagging urge to gargle with weed killer.”

After a few moments, Pandora’s body began to feel better.

She, Akima and Kitten took a regimen of vitamins and drugs to be able to cope with ingesting alien body fluids when they had sex, and she thought she’d be fine after a short rest. Both women panted heavily in their exhausted state as they just laid still for a moment.

 Ivy just took a moment to enjoy her afterglow as her own heavy breaths finally subsided.

Her cunt was full of cock and cum, but she could feel it slowly start to dribble out of her leaving a few cascading drops of cum dripping to the bed below.

Now that Ivy’s intense need was satisfied, Pandora began to lean back, sliding her body off to the side of the bed. “I think you’ll be fine in a little while, Pandora.

But if your complexion starts to get a greenish hue or you spot any leaves or foliage on your skin, let me know and I’m sure we can come up with a cure for you.” “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me...”

Chapter 10: A Friendly Little Game

Most of the women had finished their erotic adventures and had gathered back in the lounge to regroup and see what happened next.

The effects of the grog had caused almost everyone to try and outdo the other in terms of sexual prowess while they were together.

This resulted in the majority of them feeling either hungover or downright exhausted once they had finished. To pass the time while they waited, Rhiannon and Vantha had Xelex find some stacks of non-casino poker chips, and divided them into piles.

They, Harley and Ivy, and Pandora and Kitten were seated around a makeshift table playing ‘friendly’ poker to pass the time until the others returned.

Kara declined to join in and stretched out on a couch. “It’s no challenge to me...I can use my x-ray vision to see what’s in your hand.” As they played, cards, Rhiannon kept staring intently at Vantha’s hair, who was sitting next to her. 

Finally, Vantha noticed the attention.

“What’s wrong?” “You need to take better care of your hair.

I’ve never seen dandruff this bad.” Vantha had a confused look for a moment, then rolled her eyes in frustration.

While they had cleaned themselves in the bathroom, neither girl wanted to get their hair wet, and they both thought a thorough brushing would remove any particles.

“It’s not dandruff...it’s ceiling plaster.” Now Rhiannon and the other women laughed and gave lecherous ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ as they realized just how intense Vantha and Kara had been together. “When Kara and I did it...let’s just say she’s like the slogan from those old comics: she’s more powerful than a locomotive.” Now everyone’s gaze turned to Kara, who was relaxing on a couch. “I think Herk’s maintenance crew will need to put in a little overtime to fix our room.”

The impromptu game continued on, and after a while, a miniature storm cloud could almost be seen hovering over Ivy’s head, as her pile of chips grew smaller and smaller.

“Are you certain you’re following the rules in this game?” she muttered.

“I haven’t won a hand yet.” Rhiannon laughed as she raked in the pile of chips.

“So you’re having a little bad luck…big deal.

It’s not like you’re losing your own money anyway.”

She passed the deck for Vantha’s turn to deal. As Ivy held up her latest hand and stared at the cards, Harley was sitting close by her side and could barely contain herself.

“Ooh!

Ooh!” she pointed at Ivy’s cards and looked anxiously at the other players.

“Who’s got any threes?”

The other women gave her deadpan looks and were not amused. “Wrong game, ‘poker face’,” said Vantha.

“Take it easy and wait your turn to bid.” “Jeez,” grumbled Harley.

“I was just tryin’ to make a little conversation…” “Try doing it with your mouth closed,” retorted Kitten. “Pipe down, Harley,” said Ivy.

“I’m trying to concentrate.” 

“I’ll open for two credits,” said Pandora.

She tossed some chips to the center of the table.

“All right,” Ivy responded, “I’ll see your two and…”

Ivy stopped in mid-speech like she’d been assaulted.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, showing the whites, and she cried out as if she were in intense pain.

Ivy’s cards fluttered to the table and she fell over backwards in the chair. “C’mon, ‘red’, your hand wasn’t that bad…” cried Harley. “I don’t know about that,” muttered Vantha as she examined Ivy’s cards. “Lay off the jokes, you knuckleheads,” exclaimed Rhiannon.

The table was shoved away and the women gently picked up Ivy and laid her out on a couch. “What in the world happened, Ivy?” asked Pandora.

To their relief, she wasn’t uncon-scious, and she recognized everyone around her.

“I have a symbiotic relationship with plants,” she explained.

“Whether it’s just something I grow in my own greenhouse...or a special creature like Lily that I cooked up for Herk.

Just now, I had a massive assault on my mind...I felt as though something awful had happened to Lily.” “Well, let’s see what we can find out,” said Rhiannon.

In one part of the lounge, Zelda’s chair was still there.

“Now to see if all of her toys still work.”

She then pressed what looked like an ornamental button, but was actually a switch.

Part of the material covering the left arm-rest receded into the body of the chair, revealing a series of buttons and switches.

“Ah, just like I remember it.” Rhiannon pressed a button and a panel in the nearby wall slid open, revealing a monitor.

It currently showed an empty room in the brothel section.

She began toggling through the var-ious rooms, searching for Herk and Lily.

In the process, they saw numerous scenes of many couples and trios engaged in different forms of sex; some they could identify and some they could not.

Despite many requests to stop at certain ‘scenes’ and watch more, Rhiannon kept on searching through the various rooms. “Haven’t you nymphomaniacs had enough for one day?” she teased them.

Suddenly, she came to a room that had no one in it, but was shockingly different.

“Whoa!

What the hell happened here?”

The furniture was in a state of disarray like a major brawl had taken place.

Like something that might have come from a splatter-house or horror film, everything was streaked and plastered in various shades of green instead of blood red. “Oh, my god!” exclaimed Ivy as she sat up and stared at the monitor.

“What in the world did that sick bastard do to Lily?”

By now, the most of other women had returned to the lounge and were wondering what the commotion was.

At the other side of the lounge, a sliding door opened, and Herk entered.

This time he was properly dressed in his attire as a hotel owner.

He gave a loud belch, and used a toothpick to remove some green particles from between his teeth. Ivy stalked over to Herk and confronted him.

“What did you do to Lily, you brute?” she shouted. “I got a newsflash fer you broads...I ain’t the same troll you had your way with back in Sonja’s time,” pointing to Rhiannon and Vantha.

“And I ain’t the same one you saw at the party either,” pointing at Akima Mars, Kitten and Pandora.

Then he recognized Gerta in the back-ground, although Kate and Kaz were nowhere to be seen.

“And have I got a big fuckin’ score to settle with you, sister,” he growled, and started towards her. Besides Harley, Kara was the only other person in the room from earth, and also the only other one with any kind of history with Ivy, even it had only been helping other heroes to appre-hend her.

Seeing how upset Ivy was, Kara stepped in front of Herk and stuck her arm out.

The troll tried his hardest, but he wasn’t getting past her, thanks to her strength.

The air in front of Kara’s eyes began to shimmer as she started to activate her heat vision. 

“Answer her question, you overgrown jackass,” she hissed though clenched teeth at him, pointing to Ivy. Despite being vastly outnumbered, Herk thought that since he was the owner of Cinnebar now, that he was still in control of the situation. “Like I said, I might look the same to you gals, but I’ve ugradin’ myself since I took over this place.

Those two friends of yers, Hope and Vampi found that out the hard way, while we were together.” Akima remembered them advising her about Herk, but hadn’t given it serious thought. “Never mind your ‘self-help projects’, you moron!” cried Ivy.

“What did you do to Lily?” “All right, sweetie, you asked fer it.

I don’t mind if gals want ta play a little rough and kinky when we’re in the bedroom.

But I draw the freakin’ line when they try and take a bite outta me!

So I turned the tables on ’Lily’ and did ta her what she was gonna do ta me!” “You mean that you actually…” Ivy was shaking with rage and couldn’t control herself. “Xelex has been tellin’ me that I should watch my weight and eat more salads...so I did.”

The other women stared at Herk in disgust.

Even though Lily had not been truly human and she had only ‘lived’ for several hours, they couldn’t believe his callous disregard for life. “Now then,” said Herk.

“Who’s next in line for a trip to nirvana with ‘Herk-u-lees’?” “In your fucking dreams, granite face,” said Kara.

Without warning, she punched Herk straight in the face.

Despite how hard trolls’ skulls were, they weren’t meant to stand up to the strength of meta-humans.

Herk toppled like a house of cards, completely unconscious. “Thank you, Kara,” said Ivy.

“You did to him what I think everyone wanted to anyway.” “What do we do with the big oaf now?” Kara asked.

“He’s gonna wake up sooner or later.” “Oh, I have a few delightful ideas on zat subject,” said Gerta.

Herk awoke to find that his clothes were gone.

His face and nose were extremely sore where Kara had punched him, and he saw that someone had fashioned a crude loincloth around his crotch.

Everything seemed blurry and distorted to him as he walked around, taking in the surroundings.

Suddenly, he tripped over a plastic barrier and landed face-first in a huge pile of what looked like soot from a chimney.

Herk recoiled in terror as he turned and saw what he took to be a flaming log.

He leaped backwards and landed on a hard glass surface, coughing and spitting out the ashes in his mouth.

A roomful of female voices laughed at him as his head finally cleared. “It is about time you voke up, ‘zwergin’,” said Gerta.

Herk stared at her in shock.

She was not making any effort to hide her appearance or conceal her accent.

What confused Herk the most was that Gerta and everyone else seemed to be giants! “That dame got in one lucky punch,” Herk grumbled, referring to Kara.

“I’m still seein’ things.” “You should be so lucky, ‘pee wee’,” said Rhiannon.

“While you were out cold, we pooled our resources.

Some spell work from Gerta, along with some help from the psychics on my starship and some raw power from Angela’s angel lance and presto…” “We turned you into what every guy always brags about and wishes he had,” added Kara. “A ten-inch prick!” exclaimed Ivy. “For yer information, the first boner I ever got was bigger than a measly ten inches,” Herk spat out at her.

The he realized his voice was beginning to change.

Now the full realization of what happened to him sank into Herk.

His ‘loincloth’ was only a napkin, torn and wrapped about him. “When you came to,” teased Rhiannon, “you tripped and fell into an ashtray!”

“You can’t do this to me!” he shouted, his voice sounding more and more like a cartoon.

“I’m the owner of this fucking hotel!

Xelex..!

Quas..!” “Don’t expect any help from those two, darling,” said Akima Mars.

“Kitten and Pandora are making them very happy in one of the rooms right now.” “And your phone and other electronics were all confiscated while you were out,” said Vantha.

“The Inspector and his security goons aren’t coming either.” “Let’s go get something to eat, girls,” said Rhiannon.

“Then we can try our luck at the gambling tables.”

The group began to file out of the lounge. “Wait a minute!” shouted Herk.

“Ya can’t leave me here like this!” Ivy stopped and stared down at Herk.

“Apologize for what you did to Lily.” “No fuckin’ way, ya reject from a witch factory!” Ivy balled her fists and glared at Herk for a moment.

“Then you’d better start making some big plans, little man.

That spell they cast on you should wear off in, I don’t know...a few days...or weeks...or months.”

She stormed off after the other women. Harley Quinn was the last of the group to exit.

Suddenly, she grabbed Herk and stuffed him into a small purse she had found in the lounge.

“I’ve got big plans for you, ‘Tiny Tim’.” “Hey!

Put me down!” squealed Herk.

“We can work somethin’ out…” “Be quiet, or I’ll do to you what my little nephews would do to their GI Joe dolls, ugly.”

On the way out, Vantha and Rhiannon surveyed the lounge. “Hey, where’s Barocca?” she asked her commander. “It’d be a shame if she went AWOL, this soon after joining the military.” “She went off with those two pixies from the 3WA just after you left,” explained Angela. “Since there’s three of them, it’s bound to take them a little longer before they run out of erotic ideas, darling,” added Akima Mars.

“Let them have their fun.”

The group of women picked out some dishes they liked from the buffet tables and sat down at a long banquet table with other diners for their meal.

The smell of so much delicious food was driving Herk crazy as he observed them from within Harley’s bag.

Not being able to control himself, Herk crawled out and gazed about at the mounds of food on everyone’s plates. “Hey!

Where’s mine?” he complained. “Help yourself, shorty,” Harley replied.

“The buffet is free to anyone in the casino.” “Harley!” exclaimed Ivy.

“Why did you bring that disgusting little gnat with you?” “That’s actually a good idea,” observed Rhiannon.

“We’ll know where he is, and he won’t be able to call for help.

And we’ll be the first ones to know when that spell starts to wear off.” Now Herk realized that at his current size, not only would it take him much longer to get to the buffet, but that he might also be trampled in the process.

So he decided to take a short cut.

Herk walked past several plates, oblivious to the stares from other diners.

He found some-thing to his liking and helped himself to a large chunk of meat, pulling it off the plate and drag-ging it back to Harley’s area.

Suddenly, a large fork stabbed through the meat and into the table, narrowly missing Herk’s foot. “What do ya think yer doin’ down there ‘tiny’?” exclaimed one of the patrons. “Hey, there’s something new on the menu!” “But it’s obviously raw...look how much it moves...it needs to be re-cooked.” More diners began using their forks and knives to try and skewer Herk on the table. Herk dropped the meat and managed to pick up his tail before it was cut off.

“Watch it, bub!

I’ve had this all my life.” Harley and Ivy were laughing at his misfortune.

“Don’t worry,” chuckled Harley.

“Every-body knows if a lizard loses its tail, it’ll just grow a new one.” “I’m a troll, not a lizard, you bimbo!” he shouted back. “I thought this place had a ‘no pets’ policy,” said one diner.

“Keep this one on a leash.”

He bent one of the spoons, using it like a pinball flipper and smacked Herk across the butt with it.

Herk was propelled like a cannon ball across the table, out of control.

Rhiannon reached out with an empty glass and clamped it over him as he crossed in front of her. 

Herk bounced against the inside of the goblet several times before coming to a stop.

The troll was fighting mad, jumping up and down and waving his fists.

His high-pitched voice was almost inaudible, thanks to the glass. “It is past your bed time, little man,” said Gerta.

She inhaled deeply from a cigarette and then stuck one end of a straw under the edge of the glass.

Gerta exhaled, blowing smoke into the glass and sending Herk off to dreamland.

Chapter 11: Bootika & Kate & Kaz Part 1

Bootika and her two new friends quickly found an empty room in the brothel section. “You two gals’re in for a treat,” she boasted.

“You may have met Rhiannon, but she’s only the ‘basic model’.

I’m the ‘new and improved version’ when it comes to kinky fun and games, the Vectran way.”

Kate and Kaz just nodded, trying not to have a slip of the tongue.

There was no need to explain to Bootika that they’d met Rhiannon, but it had only been on the receiving end of her fists...nothing erotic had happened with her. Bootika composed herself and looked as though she were doing ‘deep breathing’ exer-cises.

After a moment of exerting herself, there was a soft ‘poof’ sound, and suddenly there was Bootika and an exact copy of herself, each standing seven feet tall, in front of Kate and Kaz. “Pretty nifty, huh girls?” she asked the sisters.

“Even mom couldn’t tell us apart.” “Saves us the trouble of decidin’ who gets ta do it with ya first,” admitted Kate. “Double yer pleasure, double yer fun, that’s fer sure,” added Kaz. Now Bootika and her clone shed their clothing, and when they were naked, their pricks were already hanging down twelve inches between their legs.

In less than a minute, they had grown to massive erections over three foot long, with balls larger then two grapefruits.

Kate and Kaz were each getting a hard-on, but since they were each a foot or more shorter than Bootika, they knew they couldn’t compete in a sheer size contest.

But it wouldn’t stop them from an evening of wild and crazy sex. “Now check this out, cuties,” said the original Bootika.

She held her breasts apart with her hands, and flexed her abdominal muscles so her cockhead moved back towards her mouth.

She eagerly placed her lips on the huge glans, inserting her tongue to stimulate herself. “Nice goin’!” responded Bootika’s clone.

“But don’t forget about the old fun-bags…”

She reached down and began squeezing and groping her balls...the same effect could be seen happening to the original Bootika’s nuts, looking like they were gripped by invisible hands.

After a moment, the two of them reluctantly stopped their self-groping. “Me and my clone are linked,” said Bootika.

“What I feel, she feels and vice-versa.

And not only that, when we do it in close proximity to each other, there’s a good chance you two’ll get the benefits of this too.

If I’m fucking one of you, and the other is giving a blow job, you’ll each feel both of us doing it to you at the same time.” Kaz and Kate were two stunned to say anything...but only for a moment. “What are ya waitin’ fer darlin?” exclaimed Kaz.

“This sure as hell beats doin’ it with any of the ‘little green men’ around here!” “Ya sure got that right,” added Kate.

“Only how do we tell ya apart?” “For tonight, you can still call me Bootika...and until fun and games are finished…” “For now, you can call me ‘Bootsie,” her clone responded.

“What’s in a name, right?” Kate and Kaz were more than used to unusual sex after a month with Gerta and Bluto back on earth.

This might take things beyond a level either girl had experienced, but neither one was going to back off and call a halt to things now.

The sisters were laid down on different beds on their backs as the fun began.

A blush fell across Kate’s face as she tried to act as naturally as she could with one of Bootika's hand fondling her cock and balls, using the other to stick her fingers into her butt and finding just the right spot, wiggling slowly inside using the sweat around her crack as lube to get in even further.

When the digit pressed a very special button buried a few inches up her tush, Kate found her cock springing to hard, erect life and clamping her butt down greedily on Bootika’s finger as it crept in past the knuckle. Bootsie began poking her thick fingers around at Kaz’s pussy, getting her attention with hard rubs on her clit as the Vectran woman explored her box.

Kaz was already getting hard from all the nudging, her balls twitching in anticipation of what was to come, and she let out a shy squeal as she felt some of Bootsie’s sheer power. “I’ll be buried balls deep in you before you know it," Bootsie whispered to her.

The raw scent of her sexual power had set Kaz’s lust on edge ever since they met her.

Lewd smack-ing noises of Bootsie tonguing her pussy got Kaz’s attention, and her imagination went wild with the thought of Bootsie’s cock pistoning in and out of her needy cunt.

Before she even knew what was happening, Kaz was hoisted up in the air thanks to Bootsie’s brute strength, dangling nakedly with a slight tilt to better offer up her love tunnel.

Kaz was wiggling in sexy anticipation of Bootsie’s cock about to get friendly with her snatch.  

Kate gave Bootika’s finger another playful squeeze with her tight tailhole to tease her just as she was pulling it back.

Bootika let out a loud snort and pant of lust, briefly sniffing the finger to become further aroused as she stroked her massive erection.

After a moment of enjoying Kate's smell, Bootika tried to keep her tool under control, her throbbing pole already starting to dribble onto the bedcovers.

Within moments, Bootika’s hard, long meatstick was reaching out to mash against Kate’s face like a spongy, hot baseball bat. Across the way, a hard smack on Kaz’s thigh distracted her, Bootsie’s hand playing with her cock reminding her that she was there.

"Haven't had someone like you to play with in a long while.

This could be quite fun.” Bootsie’s fingers invaded the gaping hole, spreading her perky pussy further.

It was still almost too much to take as Bootsie’s wrist buried itself in her tight warm hole, a big wiggly warm sensation overloading Kaz’s senses.

Kate had to quickly move quickly for her mouth to intercept Bootika’s flesh mast as soon as it lunged out at her, some of the pre-cum wetting her hair.

Kate's cheeks blushed as she was soon face to flesh with the Bootika’s two overfilled balls looking like they were ready to burst.

She delicately played with them, licking their shiny latex-like surface with her soft tongue. Bootika’s cock was certainly the largest she'd ever taken by far.

The next thing Kate did was get down on her knees to better worship that vast pillar of cock.

Kate shoved her face into the cleft of the sheathe and balls to inhale their musky flavor, some of the pre-cum dribbling down onto her head fur like humid droplets of rain as she looked up to catch some of that shemale dew on her tongue like salty snowflakes. Across from her, Kaz thought Bootsie was going to shove her arm in even further, but the force relented just as her arm tickled its way in nearly to the elbow, causing her to clench down on it hard. 

"I knew you were a tight bitch.

All the prep work was definitely needed," Bootsie teased her.

Bootsie pulled all the way out, rubbing her coated against her prick, Kaz’s juices mixing with the pre-cum.

Bootsie treated herself with a tasty lick, and Kaz’s mouth nearly dropped at such a humbling sight, her horse-sized cock putting almost anything else she’d ever seen to shame. 

"Like what you see?" Bootsie moved close enough to give her nose a playful nudge from the business end of her toy, filling her senses with the strong salty fragrance of musky shemale sex.

The sight of Kaz with a hard-on of her own and a chance to fill her pussy was quickly driving Bootsie into a mating frenzy.

Kate could drink that flavorful she-stud refreshment from Bootika all day, but her pussy and ass were throbbing for something more stimulating.

The seed that came out of Bootika’s throbbing hose would go better up her rump than down her throat, as much as she wanted a nice throat fucking with her big softball-sized nuts thumping against her chin like two oranges in a satin bag. Kate licked more of the dribbling pre-cum off the underside of Bootika’s shaft, her rough tongue causing her to tremble as her tongue traced itself along the nice bulge of the urethra, her hands playfully tracing themselves across the shaft, crisscrossed with worming veins standing out proudly on the turgid pole. When Kate’s tongue made it all the way up Bootika’s breeding stalk, her lips locked around the tip of the urethra at the glans to suck more pre-cum, her fingers working them-selves up and down her tremendous shaft to milk as much of the sweet nectar out of the stud tunnel as she could.

After a moment of slurping noisily, Kate realized she had to keep on satisfying Bootika’s massive member until she actually came. Bootsie made a naughty show of greasing up her entire shaft with clear lube.

Both hands pumped up and down the three foot long shaft in a lewd display of masturbation while Kaz was forced to watch and couldn't even turn away.

Vigorous humping of her hips soon followed the stroking, Bootsie’s sexy toy bobbing in an eager show while she got ready for sex with Kaz. "You like this big dick, kitty?”

Kaz could only pant and nod.

“We’re gonna fuck you and your sister like you’ve never been fucked before, girl.

Sit back and enjoy it."

Bootsie wiggled her hips making her cock flop side to side.

She moved closer to hump it against Kaz’s body.

Kaz wouldn't soon forget who Bootika and her clone were after tonight, especially once she had her huge cock buried deep up inside her.

Kaz felt the whole length passing up and down her stomach and then between her breasts, followed by Bootsie pulling and smacking her cockhead against the mound of her pussy.

Kate decided to play with Bootika’s enormous pole, batting it between her hands like a stuffed mouse.

"Aw, what a cute little slut," Bootika murmured pleasantly with a distinctive bluster of her lips as she reacted to her sensitive tip being knocked around.

Kate paused in her playful attentions, poking her face so she could rub her left cheek against the satin bouncing flesh of the towering cock to stare into the Bootika’s eyes like a bitch in heat. 

"Who...little ole me?" Kate squeaked out in playful response, her own cock raised high up in the air like a ship mast without a sail, its great length visible to Bootika, as she also presented her cunt and butt to her.

Another shy squeak came out of Kate’s lips as Bootika stroked the tip of a finger around her anal rim like a feather in tingly delicate tickles that left Kate ever more needy and desperate to be filled full of meat and milk. Bootika’s fingers could almost double as thick sex toys as they pushed slowly further in past the knuckle and began to bang her with a gradually building pace of thrusts to loosen her up, Kate tried to limit her growls of pleasure.

Her breathing increased in frantic huffs and her elbows turned to jelly briefly several times, thanks to the merciless reaming from Bootika’s hand.

In and out went Bootika’s digit, leaving Kate gradually ever more horny as her finger caught on her inner rim when pulling out several times.

And then it stopped as it left the vacuum of her tight ass. 

A muffled grunt was forced out of Kaz as Bootsie’s big cock spread her pussy before it, her hole briefly trying to hold it back with little success.

And then when it was through her pussy lips, she cried out in lust, the big prick shooting deep inside her like a rocket as smooth as silk. Bootsie pushed further inside with little bumps of her hips while grabbing hold of Kaz’s waist to shove herself down deeper into her with proper leverage and force.

Kaz could feel every detail of it sliding into her sensitive box.

Kaz felt Bootsie’s veiny foreskin slide through her cunt like squishy satin.

The sensation of so much textured softness passing into her snatch left her purring helplessly for more, her own cock straining for any amount of attention.

"Hold still for me babe, I gotta get this hole all nice and ready for the show," Bootika instructed her.

Kate held perfectly still, as her lust overwhelmed all common sense. Kate felt Bootika spread oily stuff into her mildly sore butthole, just as much going inside as leaking out all over her buttocks and thighs.

Some might even be dribbling onto Bootika’s mammoth shaft below.

Two muscular hands wrapped around Kate’s hips and lifted her whole body effortlessly in the air, dangling her plush tushy just above the hard tip now pointed straight up after Bootika casually leaned back a bit to get comfortable and angle her prick just right for impalement. 

"Bottoms up?" Kate squeaked out in a bare whisper of nervousness, wanting Bootika’s cock in her badly, but still somewhat intimidated by the size and dimensions of it.

Bootsie saw what she was doing and started to reposition Kaz. “If I could make one suggestion to ya’ll?” panted Kaz.

Bootika, her clone and Kate halted for a moment and looked intently at her.

“If ya do Kate’s ass, why don’t you keep doin’ my pussy, Bootsie?”

The Vectran woman and her clone stared at her, a slow realization coming over them.

“That way, we’ll each fell it in both of our holes from you two...and both of you’ll feel like yer fuckin’ two gals at once.” “Ya know, you two girls may not have much formal education,” said Bootika, “But you’re sure as hell smarter than the average bimbos I do it with.”

An even wider grin spread across her face.

“I’m gonna ream Kate’s butt, Bootsie...you keep takin’ care of Kaz’s pussy like she said.”

Kaz let out a whine as she felt Bootsie’s prick enter her cunt, and then like a train pick-ing up speed, it buried itself almost to the hilt into her with almost three feet of meat, in one powerful thrust.

Kaz’s huge nuts rubbed heavily against her own while the Vectran girl slowly pulled a little more than half of her prick out of her greedy hole, only to slam it back in with enough alarming force to make a loud slurp noise and make Kaz rock on the bed. Kaz felt like the wind was knocked out of her as Bootsie’s huge ramrod of meat was shoved back into her body and made itself snugly at home in her pussy.

Kaz closed her eyes and timed her breathing to the speed of Bootsie’s thrusts, and soon began to feel a very low gradual orgasm building like a stoked fire kindling to life in her.

Kate rubbed her sensitive anus around on the tip of her flared meat mountain in teasing caresses to toy with Bootika, the blunt head so wide that even if Kate were simply dropped atop it and left to the forces of gravity, it still might not be enough to make it enter her, but instead act as a kind of narrow bar stool to sit on. 

"All right, sexy puss.

Bottoms down!"

Bootika’s hands holding snug around her waist now applied gradual pressure, causing Kate to gasp in growing surprise as her tight little butt slowly dilated wide enough apart to offer the invader admission, the muscles in her ass were stretching and warping in unknown ways to better accommodate the unyielding breeding mass. The loud wet slaps of Bootsie’s balls bouncing against her body intensified as the speed of the ravenous fucking increased.

Kaz couldn't help but clench her throbbing hole against the slippery intruder sliding back and forth deeply into her like so much sausage.

Bootsie’s pounding was thorough, trying to push as much of cock as deep into Kaz as possible.

Just when Kaz was starting to enjoy the deep grinding pumping, the pleasure ended right as she was on the delirious edge of orgasm as Bootsie pulled out with unexpect-ed force and viciousness. 

Up and down, she could see the quickening motions of Bootsie’s hand working on slippery sausage until it shimmered and shined like one solid piece of hot pink ice.

Bootsie merely chuckled while slapping Kaz’s buttocks like bongos while wagging her dick around with flicks of her lithe hips like a baton. 

"Has little old me got a slutty kitten all worked up and bothered?” “Nothin’ gets by you, does it darlin’?” panted Kaz.

At first, it was somewhat slow as Kate felt herself open up to the wide cockhead like a flower in bloom, but very soon it became a race to the bottom as she couldn't stop herself from slipping along Bootika’s greased pole until she was seated neatly in the Vectran woman’s lap with both large bulging balls throbbing between her inner thighs like two hot oranges dangling around in a leathery pouch.

Kate had been expecting a much more painful ride on the massive tool, but was shocked at how quickly she had taken it inside of her. "You make a great condom, Kate," Bootika chuckled, as she took hold of her hips and gave her a few very light bounces on her groin along with lustful grunts and flicks of her hips to get better positioned.

“All the raw energy from the four of us is lettin’ ya do things you never thought you could.”

There was the constant presence of fullness, but also the premonition that this was only the beginning of Bootika’s penetration into her and more great sex to come.

Being fucked by her sister, Gerta and Bluto was one thing; but someone as huge as Bootika would make those sexual adventures feel truly insignificant. When Kate felt that she had gotten comfortable with the thickness stretching her walls wide open, she bounced on Bootika's lap a little to signal her readiness.

Bootika caught the hint and grabbed onto her middle, moving Kate up and down bodily with impressive strength along her greased, wide pole of cockmeat, Kate squeaking shyly as she was lifted up and down like a sex roller coaster as she was taken for quite a ride.

Even breathing became a bit difficult in Kate’s excitement, as having something so big working its way through her like a hot pillar of lust. The strange comment was followed by a squeaky chuckle as she slid her rigid member into Kaz's cunt again, shoving in quick and hard with one merciless thrust and she could certainly feel it moving back and forth inside her box as her insides shifted crudely around it. Kaz winced a bit as the forceful shoving sent her rocking on the bed, Bootsie keeping up a steady pace as she went at it, jamming her cock in and out in bursts of activity that had no pattern while Kaz teetered on the edge of an orgasm, the tugging sensation of the huge cockhead was enough to keep her attention on the merciless fucking she was getting.

There were random moments of Kate clenching her hole around Bootika’s girth as she almost shook her senseless in quickly building waves of lust leading to one explosive result, Kate faintly wondering if such vicious ramming and the eruption of cum might make her pass out when she came.

Kate had bigger worries anyway, with something the size of a tree branch slipping around inside her and Bootika coming closer to a climax that might further stretch her bowels beyond what she was already used to. Huffing and grunting foretold Bootika's readiness to blow her load any minute.

A blush filled her face and she took deep rapid breaths, which heightened the pleasure Kate received from every hard pumping thrust of her muscular body as Bootika angled her hips in such a way to jab her cock into Kate's supple ass like even deeper.

Kate howled and whined as the ecstasy of taking a savage fucking up the ass almost made her go feral, her hole quivering from the assault with slurping clenches and yet she was still hungry to swallow even more inches of Bootika’s penetrating dick.

It was difficult for Kate to stay in control of her senses, with well over two feet of throbbing cock shoved deeply up her butt and squirming on it like a greased pig.

Bootika gave sudden hard nudges of her muscular hips and belly to drill Kate almost faster than she could handle, and causing a growing burn in her bowels from all the constant quick thrusting.

Kate almost felt like her ass might catch fire if it weren't for the generous use of lube liberally applied to every part of the cock grinding inside her. 

"Does Katie want some help, hmm?" Bootika teased her.

Kate let out a nervous whimper as Bootika’s hand traced itself teasingly along her chest, only to continue down and rest hotly atop her painfully hard erection like a vice.

Kate looked at her shyly, pleading for release wordlessly with her anxious eyes. With the humps came the slapping of Bootsie's balls against her body in a thumping pendulous blur.

Kaz found herself clenching her hole as tightly as she could to send Bootsie over the edge and received the expected reward as she made one final shove into her as deeply as possible, filling Kaz with an inescapable sensation of spreading warmth, from the excavating efforts.

Bootika seemed oblivious to her begging, moving her hand lower to grip Kate’s nuts to further tease her and intensify her helplessness. 

"You only get to cum when I say so."

Despite this, Kate tried to thrust her groin into the warm hand, but the hard cock up her butt didn't allow her to move much at all.

In fact, her wiggling only made Bootika more horny as she came to the edge of her release. 

"Just like that.

Ride my dick like the little slut you are," Bootika chuckled, giving Kate a spank before burying her cock deeply inside her again, before grasping Kate's shaft with enough pressure to make her cum.

“Um...at the risk of bein’ unruly to both of ya… I’ve got one other suggestion…” said Kaz.

The other three women paused briefly to look at her.

“If ya could please move me over to the same bed as Kate, so we can hold hands, I think ya’ll will like what happens next.” “We ain’t in the same league as you two when it comes to special tricks,” added Kate.

“But once the ‘circle’ is complete, you’ll both feel somethin’ special.” Bootika and her twin looked at each other.

It was like telling the Pandora of myth not to open the famous box...they had to do it now.

There was a momentary feeling of disorientation as Kaz was lifted by Bootsie, with her prick still buried inside of her, and she laid her down on her back next to her sister.

When Kaz’s right hand clasped Kate’s left hand, it was like a cir-cuit was completed. Kate and Kaz gasped as they could now feel the full double penetration of both power-ful shafts inside them.

Bootika and her clone reveled in the feeling of each one literally fuck-ing two girls at once.

Bootika had bragged about this, but they had been having too much fun as things started out, to truly realize what would happen when the four of them were sexually connected like this.

Bootika and her clone now intensified their humping of Kate and Kaz, with the southern sisters hanging on for dear life.

There had been some memorable nights with Gerta and Bluto, but neither one had been hung like this, and these two Vectran women knew how to use their pricks better than most men did. After several minutes of incredible fucking action, Kate and Kaz almost began to feel overwhelmed by the amount of sexual energy coursing through their bodies.

Neither of them had learned every trick from Gerta and her spell books, but they recalled some of what they had done when they double-teamed Bluto, and called upon that knowledge.

What had re-quired reciting spells and snatching special ingredients from Gerta’s stock was replaced by the raw erotic power flowing through their bodies from Bootika and Bootsie. Kate and Kaz took their eyes off of the two Vectran women for a few seconds and looked at each other, exchanging sexy winks of agreement.

Both of them closed their eyes and concentrated as hard as they could. All four women could instantly sense the feeling, similar to that of an engine shifting into overdrive or a higher gear.

Bootika and her twin were surprised at this, but didn’t stop and tried to match the new intensity that was presented to them, as they continued fucking Kaz and Kate. The sensation of having both of their holes filled to bursting and beyond drove the sisters to a greater effort.

For several minutes they rocked back and forth on the bedcovers, absorbing some of the best sex that they’d ever had. Before Bootsie and Bootika’s eyes, Kate and Kaz’s cocks began to throb even harder. “Don’t tell me you two’re gonna cum already,” panted Bootika. “No such luck, honey,” hissed Kaz. “We got a surprise of our own fer ya,” added Kate.

Kate and Kaz’s pricks began to swell longer and thicker in front of Bootika and Bootsie.

In moments, each girl’s prick had grown nearly a foot longer, with the huge cockheads lodging themselves between the Vectran women’s breasts.

Their balls had almost doubled in size so that even with their larger hands, Bootsie and Bootika could barely contain them. “You two are just full of surprises, aren’t you?” exclaimed Bootika. “Like they say: good things cum in small packages,” Kaz responded. “And we do mean ‘cum’!” added Kate. Each of the sisters could soon feel that they would pass the point of no return and shoot off soon.

They concentrated once more and gripped their breasts as they were being fucked.

Kate and Kaz’s nipples enlarged and grew erect, the turgid teats quickly grew to eight inches long and two inches thick, like miniature pricks mounted on their tits. “Ready...aim...fire!” the sisters chanted together.

Bootika and Bootsie were too caught up and engrossed with paying attention to the sisters’ massive new pricks to notice the sud-den change to their nipples until it was too late. Twin bursts of jism hit Bootsie and Bootika flush in the face from Kate and Kaz’s new nipples.

As they opened their mouths in startled exclamation, an even bigger blast of cum hit them as the sisters’ cocks erupted. The Vectran girls surprised Kate and Kaz by opening their mouths even wider, almost completely engulfing their oversized cockheads.

Like two vacuum cleaners, they drained their balls dry, even though the sisters continued to shoot off for almost a minute.

Throughout this, they even managed a smile as the jets of cum from their nipple pricks continued to splat-ter onto them. Now, Bootika and Bootsie pulled out of the sisters, and stroked their huge cocks in front of them. “I hope the two of you enjoyed that little stunt,” said Bootika. “Because we’re sure gonna enjoy this,” added Bootsie. Torrents of cum erupted from their pricks, landing all over Kate and Kaz’s bodies.

The deluge continued for almost a minute, with cum landing on them with enough force that it began to sting with the impact.

The sisters had been hoping to suck the Vectran women off and taste the special cum they had to offer, but that wasn’t happening this time. When Bootsie and Bootika finally stopped, they looked down at the sisters with smug grins.

“That was just to show you who’s in charge here, girls,” Bootika explained.

“I’ll give you credit, I’ve never seen anybody do what you did with you nipples just now, and believe me, I’ve seen and done a lot of kinky stuff.” “Go clean yourselves up in the bathroom,” Bootsie pointed to the other room.

“We’ve still got a lot of tricks we’re gonna teach you.” “When you get back, we’re gonna do it again.

Just go with the flow and we’ll all have a great time.

Get too big for your britches again like you just did, and then we’ll have to get rough.” Kate and Kaz knew they couldn’t keep up with Bootika and her clone when it came to having bizarre and kinky sex without help from Gerta or someone else.

For tonight, they’d enjoy getting their rocks off with them, and would wait for a better chance to even the score.

Chapter 12: Bootika & Kate & Kaz Part 2

Bootika composed herself and began doing what looked like ‘deep breathing’ exercises as she prepared herself for another transformation.

“If you three thought what I did earlier was kinky and special…” she addressed her clone and the sisters.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, girls.” Suddenly, Bootika’s body grew until she was well over eight foot tall.

The other three women could only guess at how huge her cock would be in her new size once she was erect. “I know what you’re thinkin’ girls,” she teased them.

“But here’s the best part…”

With a final grunt of concentration, a second cock appeared on Bootika’s crotch, directly below the original phallus.

Each piece of meat was over a foot long and at least three inches wide, even while they were limp. “Holy fuckin’ shit…” Kaz and Kate gasped as one as they saw the ‘new’ Bootika. Bootsie however, had a disappointed, pouting expression on her face.

“How come I don’t get an ‘upgrade’ and you did, Bootika?” “Because I’m the original and I’m the one who has to supply enough energy, so that both of us can get our rocks off when we do it with these two southern belles, honey,” she re-torted.

“Of course, I could get nasty and just decide that playtime’s over for you today…” “Okay, I know when I’m licked...you’re the boss.” “So what’ve ya got in mind fer the grand finale, Bootika?” Kate asked cautiously. “As much as we like big dicks, those two sewer pipes between yer legs are gonna be bigger’n we are, once they’re hard,” added Kaz. “I’m way ahead of you girls.

Bootsie, be a dear and bring my purse over here, please.”

She sorted though the contents and produced two vials that contained some different colored liquids.

Bootika mixed some of these to make a new concoction and poured it out into two small cups.

“Drink up, ladies,” offering them to Kate and Kaz.

“For a couple of hours, this’ll let you be able to take me inside of you, and you’ll still be able to walk tomorrow.” The aroma from Bootika’s mixture was absolutely enticing, rapidly overcoming any fear and anxiety the southern sisters might have had about having sex with someone as huge as the Vectran woman.

They took the cups and clinked them together in a toast. “Well, no guts, no glory,” said Kate.

“Kind of like when our uncle taught us how ta swim

in one lesson in the creek.” “Yeah, only this is more like learnin’ ta fly in one lesson, sis,” replied Kaz, as they both downed their drinks.

“As interesting as your childhood memories may be girls, I’m ready to fuck,” said Bootika.

“Prepare to be impressed.”

Bootika laid down on the bed on her back, and then relaxed her body.

It was as if an animal that had been kept in check by a strong leash was suddenly released.

The Vectran girl’s two shafts grew at alarming rate, reaching almost four foot in length.

Even using two hands, the sisters knew they wouldn’t be able to fully grip either of the titanic towers.

As the liquid they’d drank took effect, a series of veins appeared on Bootika’s pricks like ivy growing on a pillar.

Her two nuts had swollen to the size of two volley balls between her legs. Thanks to the effects of the liquid, and also knowing how strong Bootika was from their encounter with her at the bar, Kate and Kaz weren’t going to do anything that might aggravate her; in her current size, she might be unstoppable if she got angry with them. “Let’s go, girls,” Bootika instructed them.

“There’s one of me for each of you.”

As horny as the sisters were about having sex with this new version of the Vectran woman, there was still one logistics problem: her incredible height and the raw size of her two erections. “I don’t suppose you’ve got a step ladder around here somewhere?” asked Kate. “Even the stud horses back in the hills weren’t as big as you are now,” added Kaz. Bootika’s brow furrowed for a moment as she thought about this, her twin towers point-ing up like two flagpoles.

Because of the awesome display of shemale pulchritude from Bootika, Kate, Kaz and Bootsie were also fully erect and ready for fun and games just from watching her. Bootika concentrated and pointed a finger on each hand at the two sisters.

“Like I said earlier, I’ve thought this out beforehand on how to do it this way with you three...and it’s not like I haven’t done this previously.

If you survive this, I’ll tell you some really kinky stories about how I’ve done it with other beings before this…”

The other three women looked at her nervously.

“I was just kidding!”

Suddenly, Kate and Kaz began to feel as if their bodies were gripped in a vise.

“I hope you girls don’t get airsick…” Like a magician doing a levitation act, the sisters rose in the air so that their bottoms were directly over Bootika’s flesh missiles.

Kate was closest to Bootika, with Kaz directly behind her. “Kaz, put that nice boner of yours into Kate’s back door,” Bootika commanded.

Kaz complied and her cockhead and several inches of the shaft vanished inside Kate’s butt.

“You two are naturals at this,” she teased them.

“I’ll bet you’ve done it to each other a lot, before I met you on Cinnebar, right?” “We got a lot of practice doin’ it with Gerta,” admitted Kaz. “As well as at a Halloween party, that got a little out of control,” said Kate. “You can give me a recap of that action later, girls, otherwise, I’m liable to lose control,” panted Bootika.

“Have you ever seen those film clips where a rocket lifts off?”

The sisters nodded as they realized what was about to happen to them.

“Relax and enjoy the ride.

I’m gonna fill your boxes like they’ve never been filled before.”

She turned her attention to her clone.

“Bootsie, once they’re down low enough, Kaz’s back door is all yours.”

Kaz and Kate gasped in pleasure and in shock at the same time as the penetration from Bootika began.

None of the times they’d done it with Gerta and Bluto at the mansion could compare with this; even when Jordan had increased her size and almost lost her tem-per trying to get revenge didn’t come close to this feeling they were getting. Bootika was now transformed into a horny animal driven by an insatiable urge to mate and breed Kate and Kaz at the same time.

 All the sexy chatter before this had vanished, the Vectran woman below the sisters just a horny sex machine.

The air around them carried the thick scent of shemale sex and the sounds produced by Kate and Kaz matched the ultra passionate act of enthusiastic mounting perfectly.

Loud moans of pleasure and aggressive snorts of pure lust echoed across the room as Bootsie found just the right position and began pounding Kaz’s poop chute with her enormous prick. Little by little, thrust by thrust, Kate and Kaz started getting somewhat used to being fucked by someone as huge as Bootika.

For a brief moment it felt vastly uncomfortable and blisteringly painful to take on the desires of anyone as big as Bootika, but it was much more manageable after the first minute or so of heated, fast-paced fucking.

To their surprise, the sisters started moaning in appreciation for how Bootika’s robust, muscular body heaved her enormous pistons in and out of them; there was something eerily beautiful and arousing about a creature as big and majestic as Bootika and their being a complete slave to her desires, even if those desires happened to be the most carnal compulsions they had ever felt.

But Bootsie didn't allow Kaz to get too comfortable as she picked up the pace, the southern girl being pummeled by each thrust into her butt that she didn't even think was possible.

The only thing Kaz could do was try and match the pace as she fucked Kate’s ass, increasing the sexual frenzy amongst the four players. Kate bit down on her lip, trying her very best to hold onto Bootika’s outstretched hands as her throbbing breeding pole rampaged through her pussy, while Kaz sought to fill her back door with every inch of her big cock that she was humping her sister with.

Bootsie’s over-sized nuts were spanking Kaz’s ass with enough force to leave a mark, the tip of her humon-gous dick reaching for entirely new depths inside the slender girl.

For a moment Kaz almost surely thought the glans of Bootika’s tremendous cock would come up and greet her lips through her throat.

The only thing that stopped the sisters from passing out from the first full-force thrusts of Bootika and her clone was an insane spike of adrenaline created from the drink as a last resort to try and help their bodies accept the invading pillars that were impaling them.

The incredibly intense humping would ordinarily have made them try to beg the Vectran women to stop or slow down as the limits of their bodies came as close to breaking as they could.

As Kate looked down on Bootika’s lust-filled face, she could clearly she she only had one thing in her mind at the moment: dumping a fat, creamy load of splooge inside her two new partners.

Kate’s predicament of being pumped full of cock by Bootika wasn't made any easier by the fact that her sister was constantly pounding her ass with her own gargantuan member, stretching the very back of her tunnel as her flesh invader seemed to gained a couple of extra inches in penetration on every thrust.

Now the panting sisters were starting to feel the gooey pre-cum pooling up inside their abdomens and tail-holes, each thrust milking out more thick juices which lubricated the gut-pummeling process of Bootika’s pounding thrusts.

Kate could almost hear it sloshing within the confines of her body, the already substantial liquid mass making her worried about how voluminous Bootika and Bootsie’s actual ejaculations would be. The incredible fucking seemed to go on forever, Kaz and Kate thinking their loins might be reduced to jelly by the force of the full-speed mating.

Bootsie kept pummeling Kaz’s ass with the ferocity of a wild animal as if attempting to pound out her very soul, while below Bootika continued to impale both of their pussies at once, making them scream like a maiden in labor.

Throughout it all, the sisters were able to feel the thick beams of shemale sex flaring and throbbing incessantly within her abused holes, slowly draining them of any strength to moan or scream.

For a few seconds in the middle of it, Kate and Kaz really thought they were going to pass out from being fucked so hard and so deep and for so long.

 

But just as it appeared that as she was about to slip out of consciousness, Kate heard a low moaning that echoed throughout the room.

Bootika was nearing the point of no return and Bootsie wasn’t far behind her.

Before Bootika was even finished with her climactic vocal-ization, Kate felt a wave of warm feral jism slamming into her pussy.

Kaz felt a similar flood enter the wall of her rectal tract from Bootsie as well as a second surge from Bootika into her box, the potent liquid rushing to fill the free space within her guts.

The sisters’ previously slender abdomens quickly swelled up, the avalanche of sperm having no way of exiting their bodies as the flared glans of the Vectran women sealed the paths shut, leaving the liquid mass no choice but to inflate its current accommodation inside of Kate and Kaz.

Kate just barely had enough energy to whimper as she felt the great volume of seed inside her lower body, the unnatural sensation of warmth within her lower half making her and her sister feel strangely at ease now that the fucking had reached its conclusion.

The satisfied, grunting Bootika filled Kate up to the very brink, able to smell the potent, ripe stench of shemale cum in her nostrils from inside her abdomen, the intoxicating aroma of it almost causing her to doze off.

Kaz and Kate had no idea how long, or exactly how much they had cum inside their bodies, so very tired from being fucked by the biggest partner they’d ever had in Bootika. Bootika collapsed on the bed, the incredible exertion she’d just put forth seeming to drain her completely.

Just the fact that the sisters’ loins were able to rest from all the awe-some pounding being enough for them to feel content atop the eloquent shemale Bootika. Suddenly they could hear a soft whisper from Bootsie behind them.

 “Okay, ‘Big Bertha’ down there got to get her rocks off...now it’s our turn.”

Kate and Kaz slowly realized that they hadn’t shot off themselves yet...they’d been too busy just trying to survive a bout of sex with Bootika in her larger size. Kate and Kaz basked in the serene afterglow of their carnal act, both regaining their senses from the sexual thrashing and ready for a little payback to Bootika.

"She’ll probably be pissed at me for this, but what the heck...a girl’s gotta have fun, right?"

The sisters nodded, eager for a chance to give Bootika a dose of her own medicine. 

Bootsie backed away a few careful steps, carefully pulling her prick out of Kaz’s butt.Kaz wanted to moan but didn't have the strength to, as Bootsie carefully pulled out her still erect cock a few inches at a time, listening for any signs of life from Bootika.

She stood next to the bed, gently stroking her prick, taking care not to make herself fully cum until she was ready. She reached out and found Bootika’s purse and found what looked like a spray bottle.

 “Anesthetic gas...great for crowd control in our line of work.

Since I’m her clone, I have all of her memories...it’s also perfect for keeping her docile, now that it’s our turn.”

Bootsie gave a thorough spraying over Bootika’s head and upper body. “Now it’s your turn, Kaz.”

Bootsie pushed Kate’s body forward with one hand and Kaz’s backward with the other.

 Kate could feel the tip of Kaz’s dick, the sensation of the pressure inside her rectum easing as her cock pulled out.

 As they got a look at their own reflections in the mirror, the sisters each looked as though they were several months into pregnancy. “We look like we belong at a home fer unwed mothers, thanks ta her…” growled Kate. Now Kate gently pulled herself off of Bootika’s prick, with some help from Bootsie and Kaz.

The three of them quickly gathered near Bootika’s head. “Don’t worry ladies, revenge will be sweet.

The gas will keep the big girl docile, and since I’m mentally linked to her, I can give her telepathic commands and have her do just what we want.”

The sisters quickly got the message and descended on Bootika.

Their hands instantly found their way to their cocks, getting them ready to cum.

Bootika's mouth filled quickly, since in her larger size she could take almost all of both their cockheads into it at once.

Bootika’s hands went to work at a mental command from Bootsie, fondling and stroking their pricks like a mad women on the sisters to get their creamy cum treats as quickly as possible. 

At a signal from Bootsie, Kate and Kaz pulled their cocks out of Bootika’s mouth and moved closer, one of them on each side of her head.

Kate and Kaz both slapped their cocks down over Bootika’s face.

Their swollen, heavy balls rested on Bootika’s forehead and the heads of their cocks reached down past her chin. 

Bootika wrapped her lips around Bootsie’s cock and started to suck it, swirling her tongue around the head, making circles around the throbbing shaft.

She stuck her tongue out and flicked it along the underside of her clone’s stiff, throbbing cock as she fucked her face.

Now Bootsie pushed her cock deeper down her throat and she lapped at her heavy, cum-filled balls as they slapped against her chin.

Bootika could practically taste the sweet sperm that was boiling up inside them.

The sisters watched Bootika’s neck muscles bulge as she cork-screwed her mouth on and off of Bootsie’s fat shaft, working it even further down her throat. Bootika grabbed onto Bootsie’s cock and tugged on it hard until she felt it start to swell up and twitch.

The taste of pre-cum was filling Bootika’s mouth, and the smell of cum was filling her nose.

Bootsie’s thrusts became shallower and her breathing heavier. 

Bootsie decided that now it was time to cover Bootika in cum first since it was her idea for doing something like this.

At a signal, Kaz grabbed a fistful of Bootika’s hair, yanking her head back and presenting it to Bootsie like a target. "All right girl, cum on this pretty little face!"

Suddenly Bootsie yanked it out of her mouth and Bootika opened wide, stroking her cock in her hand as Kaz kept her head steady and Kate held her swollen cockhead right on the tip of Bootika’s tongue.

Bootika reached up and massaged Bootsie’s balls with her hand as she grunted and a thick stream of gooey white jism shot right to the back of her throat.

The sisters could see it glaze her tongue and drip down from the roof of her mouth.

Bootsie’s cock spurted again and again, and they could see Bootika’s mouth fill up and overflow, the thick seed starting to run out of her mouth and down her chin.

With one last grunt, Bootsie added the last spurt of her jism to her already full mouth. 

Bootika grinned and let go of Bootsie’s balls, her mouth gaping wide open, almost overflowing with cum.

She slowly swallowed all of the jism in several gulps, savoring the taste of the sticky sperm.

Kaz yanked Bootika's hair back and pointed her right toward Kate’s face as her cock exploded, hot, sticky cum splashing down across her nose and forehead.

Kate and Kaz reached out with both hands and smeared the warm, fresh cream all around Bootika’s face, rubbing it into her skin like lotion. 

The sisters scooted closer into position on each side of Bootika, and she opened her mouth and moaned as two big loads of cum shot toward her face, splashing onto her tongue and glazing the inside of her mouth.

More semen rained down over her from Bootsie and she spread some of the slippery fluid over her lips like lip gloss, making them wet and shiny.

Bootika's face was quickly getting nice and gooey, and her tongue licked the sisters’ fingers as they slid across her shiny lips, pulling in a little taste of cum.

Any cum that found its way into Bootika’s mouth she held there and played with, swishing it around, and letting it roll out over her lips and down her chin before sucking it back up.

Soon her face and tits looked like they were frosted with drippy white icing. All three women continued to shoot off onto Bootika far longer than they would during a normal sex session, thanks to all of the sexual energy.

More jism splattered against Bootika’s cheeks and lips from every direction.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as the cum rained down, creamy puddles of jism forming on her face.

The sisters felt Bootika's warm breath on their pricks as she leaned in and started lapping the cum from their cocks.

Bootika opened her eyes and saw nothing but white as she let the cum ooze onto her.  

The three shemales squirted even more cum onto Bootika, and she could feel the warm jism slide down onto her sides.

The two cocks of Kate and Kaz continued cumming, getting more ism on her face and cheeks.

Now they changed their direction and aimed for Bootika’s ripe tits, squirting their loads all over them. Over and over again Bootika was splashed with sperm, Kaz, Kate and Bootsie empty-ing their balls on her body.

They pulled back some and aimed for her stomach.

Bootika’s belly was glazed, her navel overflowing with cum dripping out of it.  

After the longest orgasms they could remember, Kate and Kaz finally drained their balls and looked at Bootika’s cum-drenched body with satisfaction.

As they looked at each other, they saw that their bellies were nice and flat again. “Bootika looks like a melted vanilla ice cream cone,” laughed Kate. “Yeah and she’s definitely good enough ta eat,” replied Kaz. “I told you girls that things would work out, didn’t I?” asked Bootsie.

“Well, Bootika’s too big for us to move anywhere, but we’ll do her one last favor.”

She moved closer to Bootika’s body and cupped one of her breasts in her hands, the jism running off onto her fingers.

“I hope the two of you like the taste of cum?” “You got that right, darlin,” said Kate. “You know the old sayin’,” said Kaz, “it’s good ’til the last drop.” “Pick a spot and dig in, girls.

The least we can do is clean her up a little bit.” The three of them licked up and consumed almost all of the cum they had deposited onto Bootika.

Along the way, they took turns kissing and transferring it between their mouths, enjoying the sensation of the hot, sticky cum slowly traveling down their throats.

After a while, Bootika’s body wasn’t spotless, but it was hard to tell that she been nearly drenched in sperm just a short while ago. “Nice work, if I do say so myself,” said Bootsie as she wiped her mouth. “Good to the last drop,” added Kate. “Finger lickin’ g-o-o-o-d,” said Kaz, belching out the last word, as she licked her lips. “I’m glad that the three of you enjoyed that.”

The three of them turned to see Bootika staring at them intently.

For a moment, they weren’t sure what her reaction would be. “I’ll give you credit for being smart enough to remember the tricks and tools that I carry with me, Bootsie.

But you forgot that since I’ve been doing this kind of work for so long, that I’ve built up some immunity to the anesthetic gas I use and you haven’t.”

She paused to let her words sink in to the three of them. “The good news is that the three of you managed to do what few others have: you wore me out.

The bad news is that playtime’s over for you today, Bootsie.”

She made a cryptic gesture and spoke some words in a strange tongue they’d never heard before.

Bootsie vanished in a puff of smoke. 

“A word to the wise,” she addressed Kate and Kaz.

“Never tell anyone all of your secrets.

Take a nap and rest up, girls.

You did a great job today.”

The sisters managed a tired smile before they were sent off to dreamland.

Kate and Kaz awoke to the flippity-flap sound of cards being shuffled.

They arose from the bed and stretched.

Bootika was sitting at a table playing solitaire with a deck of cards. “It’s about time you two woke up,” she greeted them.

“You gals don’t just sleep...you hibernate.” “It ain’t every day that we get put thru the wringer with someone like you when we get fucked,” said Kate.

“Not that we’re complainin’, mind you…” “I’ve seen cowboys tryin’ to break in broncos that were gentler than you were on us, girl,” said Kaz.

“You’ve gotta allow for a little roverin’ time.” “Fair enough, girls.

I guess I did get a little carried away with you.”

The sisters just looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

“Pull up some chairs and I’ll teach you how to play some of the games in the casino.

Then if you’re up for it, we’ll hit the gaming tables later on.”

Bootika explained the rules to some of the different card games.

Kate seemed to be a natural at this, but Kaz just couldn’t seem to catch on to how certain games were played. After a while, Kate got up from the table and stretched.

“I think I hear nature callin’, Kaz,” as she turned towards the bathroom. “Well, if freakin’ Herk comes by, I’ll be sure’n tell him where you’re at...okay?” she shouted at her. “Well pardon me fer breathin’ yer sore-loser-ness.

Just fer that, I’ll let Bootika deal fer me.” “Nice to know these gals aren’t taking this game too seriously,” Bootika chuckled to herself.

Once her sister had left the room, she leaned closer to Kaz.

“How long has your sister had that nervous tick?” “What the hell’re you talkin’ about?” “The one she gets in her left eye when she’s holding a bum hand...” Kaz had a smug smile on her face as Kate returned. “I suppose you amateurs musta missed me, huh?

Didn’t know who ta give yer money to?”

Kaz just kept grinning at her.

“Well, if ya want me ta lose a hand’re two ta make ya feel better, just let me know.”

Shortly afterwards, Kate’s mood had soured. “I’ll bet five credits,” Kaz called out and threw her chips on the table.

Kate just glared at her.

“What about it, sis?

So I won ten hands in a row...ya can’t quit now.

I ain’t got all yer credits yet!”” “Just deal the fuckin’ cards, girl!” Soon enough, Kate had lost that hand, and another hand after that, and her mood had worsened.

She wasn’t alert enough to know she was giving away herself away with her mannerisms...but she knew something was wrong.

Nobody could win this many hands in a row without some kind of help or cheating. “I don’t know how yer doin’ it...but I know yer fuckin’ cheatin’!”

Kate grabbed a glass with her drink in it and hurled it at Kaz.

Kaz ducked out of the way just in time as the glass shattered against the wall, the liquid splattering onto Bootika who was sitting next to her. “Whoa!

Take it easy girl!” shouted Bootika.

“It’s just a game…” “Quit bein’ a damned sore loser,” retorted Kaz.

“I can’t help it if yer just a shitty card player.”

Out of instinct, she threw her own glass at Kate in retaliation. “The only thing that’s gonna be sore is your face, when I rearrange it!”

Kate charged at her sister, with Bootika sliding out of the way.

The two of them began throwing punches, pull-ing hair and falling onto and off the surrounding furniture. “You know, it’s not every day that I get great sex and a floor show in this place,” Bootika laughed as Kaz and Kate began throwing punches and wrestling each other to the floor.

After watching the sisters flail at each other, Bootika began to lose interest in them.

She reached for her purse and found the vial of anesthetic gas inside.

“As a ‘trouble consultant’ for the Vectrans, it’s not unheard of to use this for crowd control, or to gain entry where I’m not al-ways welcome...but I never thought it’d be needed twice in one night in a whorehouse.”

She sprayed the air over Kate and Kaz as they continued grappling, sending them swiftly off to dreamland.

Once she was sure they were unconscious, Bootika laid them out on the king-sized bed to sleep it off.

She shook her head as she got a better look at the sisters’ faces.

For a relatively short brawl, each had landed a number of blows on the other, and Bootika could tell there would be some bruises when they woke up.

“These two may be great in the sack, but they’re terrible card players...if I hadn’t pointed out to Kaz that Kate was tipping her hand, I probably could’ve won all their credits.”

She penned a short note explaining that she would be spending the night somewhere else and would connect with them in the morning. “The night is still young,” she thought.

“Time to get a drink that isn’t being thrown at me, and then see if anyone else is up for more fun and games.”

Chapter 13: Barocca & Kei & Yuri

As the trio headed out of the lounge, Kei and Yuri became unusually chatty with Barocca. “How about if we spice things up and get a little kinky today, Barocca?” Kei asked. “Three beautiful girls, all who have horse-sized cocks isn’t kinky enough for you?” “We were thinking about blindfolding you and having you try to tell us apart.” “We wanted to make things interesting for you, before you have to deal with military life,” added Yuri. “Okay...why not?” Barocca found herself agreeing.

She hadn’t fallen for such lame pickup lines since high school, but a combination of the grog’s aroma and knowing she was facing a much more regimented, disciplined life in the Vectran military convinced her.

Once they found an empty room, she removed all her clothing except for her panties and a blindfold was wrapped around Barocca’s head.

Kei and Yuri moved a few steps away, shed their clothes and donned the micro-flesh bond dildos. “I brought along a couple more surprises for Barocca from the tech-boys back home,” whispered Kei.

“That blindfold is made of unstable molecules, like super-jocks wear.

It won’t tear or come off until we want it to…it’s also laced with a strong sedative...the latest thing in restraining technology.

It’ll keep her nice and docile until we’re finished with her.” “We should take it easy with her and each of us use one dick on her at first,” Yuri quietly replied. 

“When I give the signal Yuri, then we’ll shift into high gear and really surprise her.”

She nodded eagerly to her partner in agreement. Soon, Barocca felt the presence of someone directly in front of her.

The two 3WA agents were almost identical, except for their face and hair.

Until they said something, she would have to wait to be able to tell them apart.

In a flash, a big, thick cock was shoved next to Barocca’s face, the impressive breeding tool reaching close to eight inches, even when it was flaccid.

The sheer size of the shaft be-came even more conspicuous when the shaft slapped downward against her arm, reaching to her elbow now.

“Nice piece of meat,” Barocca thought to herself, eagerly sizing up one of her partners. 

Already more than eager to start servicing this mystery partner, Barocca grabbed hold of the base of the shaft, lifting up the tip while moving her lips to meet the wide cockhead.

Once her head was level with the tip of the cock, Barocca separated her lips, slowly pushing them over the cock and squeezing them shut over the flaccid shaft.

Low, passionate moans were coming from her partner, and so Barocca kept on going, pushing her lips even further on the raw meat, taking more and more of the hardening shaft within her mouth, filling her maw with the massive meat of her unknown guest.  

Still facing Kei’s big cock, Barocca felt someone settle next to her butt for the second part of the treat offered to her.

Yuri’s cock was now growing quickly, and Barocca felt it was only a matter of time before her own cock would burst out from within her panties.

Barocca backed her ass closer to Yuri’s phallus, her brown buttocks quickly making contact with the warm love-tool.

As the length of Yuri’s shaft was pressed into Barocca's crease, its bulbous form bumping against her cheeks as Yuri’s dick reached its full two-foot length.

Already thirsting to get more of Kei in her mouth, Barocca tried pulling her panties to the side, trying to fondle and expose her own twitching cock.

Her mouth already salivating from the mere touch of Kei’s thick and erect dong, Barocca now opened her jaws again, this time having to separate her lips further apart in order to accommodate the gargantuan semen stick in its new size.

Hungrily wrapping her lips around the flesh baton, Barocca pushed her head forwards, swallowing all of the sixteen or so inches of the cock available to her in the blink of an eye, her lips now wrapped around the edges of the shaft.

Her fingers lingered down at the base for a bit, and mow Barocca could feel the big tip of Kei’s cock prodding at the back of her throat.

Her tongue licking the under-side of the big shaft, Barocca started to retract her head, again slowly working the rigid shaft, gently swaying her head from left to right, inching her way up the hard and majestic breeding pole. Yuri gave a slow, strong push with her hips and Barocca could feel the tip of her giant cockhead ease into her sphincter.

There was a brief moment when she thought it might not fit, until the flared head settled all the way inside her anus like a nesting doll. Returning to the tip, Barocca now jerked her head back and forth in a rapid rhythm, suckling on the first three inches of Kei’s cock, feeling the rest of it throb and twitch from the stimulation to the head.

Now Barocca could hear a heavy groan from Kei as she excitedly thrust her hips forward.

Pleased that her talents were being appreciated, Barocca took her lips back to the cock's base again, the tip she caressed with her tongue not long ago now tickling her uvula below.

Grasping the hard shaft with her lips as hard as she could, Barocca finally retracted her face from the cock in one swift motion.

Even though she couldn’t see Kei’s glazed rod, Barocca knew it would look even sexier now that a heavy coating of her saliva had been applied to its entire length.

Positioning herself properly, legs a bit wider apart than normally, Barocca was now able to push her ass onto Yuri’s cock, swallowing the better part of the shaft with her back door immediately.

The bed rattled, as Barocca continued to gobble up Yuri’s shaft with her tailhole, her stretching orifice taking in more and more of the meaty prick.

Yuri wasn’t fully embedded in Barocca yet, but she was close enough that her balls slapped against her ass cheeks like two bell clappers on her forward thrusts. “She’s almost all the way home now...” Barocca thought to herself, her face concen-trating on Kei’s throbbing fun-stick which she had been neglecting for a minute. 

Taking the base of Kei’s cock into her hands again, Barocca started eagerly nibbling on the shaft, carefully pecking the hard mast with her lips, changing the location and angle of her mouth after a few seconds.

Kei moaned again and Barocca felt pleased with herself.

Now taking the monster cock out from within her wet mouth, Barocca's mind began to run wild as she why her own cock wasn’t growing harder in her underwear.

Barocca pressed her lips against Kei’s shaft, almost coughing as the tip now poked at the back of her throat. It didn't take too long for Barocca to slither her way up and reach the base of Kei’s big plaything and she started pulling back her lips, taking her time in sliding the tasty cock out of her mouth, working the shaft with her tongue all the way out.

By the time Barocca smacked her lips, having fully released her cock, Kei was fully erect, just over two feet in size after its exit from Barocca's wet lips.

Feeling the gently throbbing length of Kei’s cock in front of her, Barocca licked her lips and quietly thought: "Jackpot…just like back on the Island."

Opening her mouth wide, Barocca dove back onto Kei’s cock, greedily sucking the hard pole while starting to pump her hips over Yuri’s dick inside her butt-pipe.

Barocca swiftly found a good rhythm for her movements, first pushing her face deep onto Kei’s rod, at the same time sliding Yuri’s prick out from between her butt cheeks.

Then Barocca would lean back, slamming her butt onto Yuri with it, burying the cock deep inside her rump while sliding Kei out of her mouth.

Barocca began confidently swaying from back and forth, moving her body between the two cocks, eagerly using both of her holes to service the two 3WA agents.

The bed began to shake as Barocca picked up speed, energetically bouncing back and forth between Yuri and Kei and their cocks sticking out of them.

Not only was Barocca getting to enjoy Kei’s big and delicious cock in her mouth, she was also getting good and thorough stimulation to her lascivious prostate, the size and shape of Yuri’s shaft just perfect to scratch that particular area inside Barocca's tight hole.

Bu while Barocca’s own member was throb-bing, she couldn’t fathom why she wasn’t erect yet.

In the past, all she’d had to do was think about the girls on the Island, or the Vectrans and she’d be rock-hard in seconds.

Kei soon started flaring inside Barocca's mouth, her tasty length signaling that she’d soon be ready to shoot.

It had been a while since Barocca had gotten a proper throat-full of cum, and she was more than eager for her first payload.

Fully leaning in on the hard fun-stick, Barocca held Kei’s rod in her mouth, using her crafty tongue to tickle and caress her meatstick all over, thirsty for its contents. 

“Come on, give it to me!” Barocca thought, starting to rapidly undulate her mouth on the base of Kei's rod, trying her best to force the girl to give her its thick dick-milk. It didn't take long for Barocca's superb oral technique to do its magic, Kei soon slam-ming her hips against her face, voicing a deep and contented moan.

Not a second later, Barocca felt the tasty hot liquid gushing into her throat, splattering down her greedy gullet.

Kei’s thick cock throbbed against Barocca's lips, pumping rope after rope of thick, warm and delicious cum inside her.

“Oh god!” Barocca thought, as her throat was blasted with a wave of thick shemale seed.

Barocca’s cock twitched within her stretched panties, cum soon starting to squirm against the thin fabric, as her throat was properly clogged by stud seed. Despite her experience as an avid cocksucker, the monstrous amount of cum Kei was able to produce was almost too much for Barocca to handle, as she pulled her mouth away from the pulsating tube-steak.

Exiting Barocca's mouth, Kei’s rod was still going, shooting one lucky rope over Barocca's blindfold, spraying the rest of its massive load onto the bed below.

Loudly swallowing all the cum stored in her cheeks, Barocca finally released an exhausted gasp, finally being able to fill her lungs with fresh air.

Barocca then licked off some of the cum on herself, feeling the gargantuan, saliva-coated schlong of Kei brushing against her body.

Feeling even more aroused thanks to the copious amount of semen now filling her belly, Barocca began pounding her rump on Yuri.

Yuri was shoving her throbbing and swollen cock so hard, it felt like she was trying to shove even her balls inside Barocca’s tight tailhole, stretching out her anus every time she brought her hips down on the huge love-tool.

Almost as soon as Barocca had picked up the pace, Yuri began panting crazily, a dead giveaway that she was about to nut off. 

"Come on, just a little more and all of me will be inside you!" Yuri coaxed Barocca, who quietly whimpered. Barocca put all of her efforts into trying to get as much of Yuri’s cock as she could inside her ass.

Barocca pushed her rear onto Yuri’s big boner as hard as she could, feeling the perverse pleasure of her orifice slowly stretching beyond its limits. 

"Come on, knot me!

Knot me!" Barocca thought, shivering as the inner ring of her anus gradually gave in, stretching out to accommodate more of Yuri’s imposing cock.

"Just a bit more..." Barocca's buttocks finally slammed against Yuri’s thighs, as she fiercely gasped for air, the fullness of her overstuffed ass making her squirm. 

“This was fun, but she really should've used some lube...” Barocca thought to herself, her insides greedily clamping around Yuri’s cock in her colon.

It was hot, throbbing, and so, so big.

Suddenly, Kei and Yuri stopped their maniacal humping of Barocca.

Kei gave the signal and they activated the special feature on their dildos that produced a second cock.

Since they were already at the height of arousal, their ‘new’ pricks were already rock-hard and ready.

Yuri quickly pulled out of Barocca’s rump, momentarily surprising her, and then plunged both pricks into both of her holes, nearly burying them to the hilt in one stroke. Barocca’s body was paralyzed with shock for a moment.

When she tried to remove the blindfold with her hands, it wouldn’t come off!

For some strange reason she couldn’t cry out.

This was supposed to be a three-way, not an orgy! Kei aimed her lower cock and shoved it down towards Barocca’s breasts, doing a sort of reverse tittyfuck motion.

At the same time, Kei thrust her upper dick down Barocca’s throat, sending a fresh load of jism down into her guts.

Yuri gave Barocca no time to figure out what was happening to her as she filled both of her holes.

Barocca's legs quickly began shaking, a wild pleasure rocking her horizontal body as her colon and pussy were pumped full of cum by Yuri behind her.

Just barely managing to hold herself from collapsing onto the bed, Barocca clenched her body around Yuri’s dicks, using her silky insides to milk it empty of cum, the majority of which was already mixing with Kei’s loads in her stomach. 

After several minutes of strenuous humping, Barocca wrenched her lower body free of Yuri’s flesh-poles, and collapsed onto her knees over the bed, a flood of cum bursting out from her rear end and cunt.

The immense pressure in Barocca's colon was finally relieved, as she enjoyed the warm goo gushing out from her body. Barocca was still befuddled at why she hadn’t been able to get a hard-on herself and get off, and also why she couldn’t remove the blindfold.

It didn’t help that Kei had pulled her second prick out of her mouth and was forcefully slapping the turgid shafts against her face from both side at once. “That’s just the opening act, Barocca,” Kei said with an evil grin.

“Take a short nap, honey, while we get you ready for round two.”

A few moments later, Barocca awoke to a startlingly different experience.

The first sign something was wrong was Barocca seemed to be floating; no part of her body was touching the bed.

Seconds later, her butt seemed to feel like it was on fire.

She was no stranger to anal sex, and thanks to Dee Dee’s pills and technology, she could have sex with things most mainstream porn starlets wouldn’t even think about trying. But this went beyond anything Barocca had ever experienced.

Even when Ebony had lost her temper with her back on the Island hadn’t been this bad.

Suddenly she felt a tingle somewhere deep inside her.

It took her a moment to recognize the feeling, and then it finally dawned on her.

It was the same sensations she had felt when she first put on the ring, when Gorgo had given it to her. Barocca wasn’t a scientist or a magician, but she could feel all of the raw sexual ener-gy flowing through her body.

Just like jumper cables could bring a seemingly dead car back to life, the sexual energy was somehow reviving the ring. “Hello, ‘ringo’,” Barocca thought.

“It’s nice to have you back.”

She felt like she had in the past when a pet would snuggle against her and greet her.

Barocca could still fell the blindfold on her face, but it wouldn’t come off. 

“The first thing we need to do is get rid of whatever’s on my face, so I can see again.” She felt a surge of power flush through her body and then a mild tingling around her face.

The blindfold dissolved, and after a moment, Barocca could see clearly again.

It only took a moment for her to assess her situation and to shortly lose her temper after that. The reason Barocca seemed to be floating was she had one of the 3WA girl’s flight rings on one hand.

Now as her senses cleared, Barocca felt herself riding up and down like she was on some type of carnival ride.

Looking downward, everything was explained in an instant, as to why her anus seemed to be on fire. Kei and Yuri were lying on their backs on the bed, with their butts pressed as close together as they could get.

Barocca assumed that both of their double cocks were pointing straight up into the air.

Barocca could only see Yuri, since she was in front of her, and that meant Kei had to be positioned in back of her. The incredible pain in her behind could only mean one thing: either though raw effort or through some blend of science and sorcery, Kei and Yuri had stuffed all four of their cocks into Barocca’s butt.

Either through blind luck or perhaps the ring was somehow acting in a heroic attempt to save its owner’s life, Barocca hadn’t been torn apart. The ring could somehow sense what Barocca wanted to do, and directed its energies towards nullifying the pain she was feeling for an instant, and it also restored her voice, so that she could confront her two molesters.

“What the hell do you two snots think you’re doing to me?” Barocca shouted at them. The up and down thrusting of Kei and Yuri suddenly stopped.

Yuri being the more modest of the two, couldn’t think of anything to say and had a mortified look on her face when she locked eyes with Barocca and heard her cry out at herself and Kei. “This isn’t what it looks like, Barocca…” was all Kei could think of to blurt out. “Bullshit, honey!” Barocca cried out.

“It looks and feels like you two are trying to tear me a new asshole!”

She was losing control of her emotions and literally wanted to tear these two apart. Sensing Barocca’s rage, the ring did what it thought she wanted it to do.

Barocca’s arms grew longer and her hands transformed into demonic-looking paws with long talons.

With the help of the flight ring, all three bodies were lifted off of the bed, and now that she had longer arms, and their bodies weren’t pressed against the bed, Barocca was easily able to reach down below her butt and find Kei and Yuri’s testicles.

Her new hands dove in between Kei and Yuri’s butt cheeks, with the two 3WA agents shrieking as they felt Barocca’s claws. She clamped onto their balls and gave a mighty squeeze and the two 3WA agents cried out in intense pain, their high-pitched squeals nearly making her ears pop. After a few moments of agony, Kei and Yuri passed out.

Barocca used the flight ring to slowly lift herself off of their shafts.

After lowering Kei and Yuri back to the bed, for a moment Barocca stared at their four huge shafts in lust; each one was bigger than her own prick when she was normally erect.

“I can only begin to imagine what Dee Dee would do if she had this kind of technology...but sooner or later, some asshole would try and do something like this.”

Barocca became infuriated as she realized what Kei and Yuri had tried to do to her, and it was only once she could feel the ring beginning to heal her insides, that she kept her-self from going berserk.

Once she caught her breath, she tried to communicate mentally with the ring. “All right, ringo.

Let’s turn me back to normal, please.”

Barocca’s hands and arms slowly began to revert back to their original form.

“Whew, that’s better.

I’m definitely gonna teach these two a lesson, but I don’t need to go all ‘witchblade’ on them.”

As she realized what had happened to her, Barocca resolved to spend more time with the psychics on the Delphi 4, so she could better control her new abilities.

But that would be later;

right now she was more interested in her revenge on Yuri and Kei.

Moments later, Kei and Yuri woke up, still lying on their backs on the bed.

Both girls groaned as they still felt the effects of Barocca’s giant hands mauling their balls a few minutes ago. “Welcome back to the land of the living, cuties,” Barocca greeted them.

Kei and Yuri started to form apologies and protest, but were cut off.

“Save it for somebody who cares.

The two of you trying to overload me wound up bringing my ring back to life.

It’s lucky for you two that I’ve learned how to control it to a degree, otherwise it might not have stopped at just hurting your nuts.” Kei and Yuri could only glare at

her.

The ring was exerting enough control over them that they couldn’t get up from the bed.

All four of their cocks were still hard and pointing up. “Since you two thought it’d be so much fun to see how much I could take, I’ve decided to return the favor.”

Her two prisoners’ faces gaped at her in terror.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna make you do a quadruple-penetration, like you did to do to me…” Barocca gave a mental command to the ring, and each girl was turned so that they now laid on their sides.

With additional concentration, their cocks now began to bend down-ward, pointing towards their toes and each other. “You know the ‘Kama Sutra’ may not have made it out to your section of the galaxy by now…” Barocca addressed her two captives.

“But I think the two of you are familiar enough to understand what I mean by the ‘69’ position?” Kei and Yuri gave nervous nods of acknowledgment. “Well, say hello to a brand new position that I call ‘138’.

It’s so new that I think you two are the first...and possibly the only two...to ever try this one!” Barocca brought her arms together like a magician, and focused the power of the ring on the two 3WA girls.

While an erect cock could only bend so far downward, a combination of Kei and Yuri’s dicks being the artificial dildos and the sheer raw power from the ring made what might seem physically impossible happen to them in seconds. Kei and Yuri were now fucking each other’s pussy and ass at the same time.

Barocca looked like she was playing an accordion, bringing her hands back and forth, forcing the two girls to impale themselves deeper and deeper.

She wasn’t trying for full-length insertion on them; something like that could result in possible charges later, in a worst-case scenario.

She was mainly concentrating on pain and humiliation for these two, knowing they’d have to relive and remember it later. The two 3WA agents screamed as both of their holes were ravaged at the same time.

But Cinnebar was a whorehouse, and while the walls weren’t completely soundproof, such noises coming from one of the rooms usually only meant that someone was having a really good time.

The incredible situation was flooding sexual energy into Barocca’s body like a dam had burst and she knew she had to redirect it or do something with it.

Within seconds her cock had sprung to its full erect size, and her nuts had swollen to the size of two softballs. Since there was no practical way for Barocca to shove her cock into either Kei or Yuri’s cunt or butt, she settled on the next best thing.

She strode close enough to Yuri and slapped her in the face with her cockhead.

When Yuri stopped yelling and tried to protest, Barocca shoved nearly her entire glans inside her open mouth, and shot off like a fire-hose into her.

Yuri’s arms flailed wildly for a moment before her body was overwhelmed and she collapsed on the bed. Now Barocca turned and directed her attention towards Kei.

To her surprise, Kei was glaring at her as if to challenge her.

Both strumpets had screamed at the initial penetration, but Kei was far less manic than Yuri. “Okay, squirt, now it’s your turn,” Barocca told her.

“Don’t think you’re getting off easy just because I did Yuri first.

‘Queen Kong’ here,” pointing to her cock, “is just getting started.

Open wide…” “Bring it on, bitch!” shouted Kei.

“Yuri may be too stuck-up to appreciate having a dick between her legs, but I’m not!” “You asked for it…”

To Barocca’s surprise Kei’s mouth opened wider than she thought possible and she took almost her entire cockhead inside.

She dumped almost twice as much cum inside Kei as she did Yuri, and the brunette girl locked eyes with her, somehow thinking she was going to be able to outlast Barocca.

In Barocca’s current state of mind, this was the wrong thing to do.

Calling on all of the sexual energy flowing through her and the power of the ring, the flow of cum into Kei intens-ified.

After a moment, Kei’s stomach began to bulge; next her eyes popped open in alarm, and then terror before only the whites were visible as they rolled back in their sockets.

Barocca pulled her cock out of Kei’s mouth and let her fall back on the bed covers into unconsciousness.

“You get an ‘E’ for effort today, kiddo, but it just wasn’t your day.”

Barocca then kept stroking her cock, swinging it back and forth to paint Yuri and Kei’s bodies with jism. 

All of the erotic energy and the cum landing on the micro-flesh bond dildos was finally too much for the devices.

Barocca heard some high-pitched beeps and then saw some faint smoke ooze out from between their legs.

She brought her arms apart finally letting Kei and Yuri be separated from each other.

Their dildos had apparently short-circuited or overloaded and no longer looked like the powerful shemale cocks they had earlier.

She reached out and felt the now lifeless devices. “I don’t think is gonna be covered by any kind of warranty…” she chuckled. Once her balls were emptied, Barocca could still feel a vast amount of energy built up inside her and knew that it had to be released.

She thought frantically for a moment and then came up with a wild idea. “There’s gotta be somebody in this place that’ll know what to do with all this energy that’s built up inside of me, ringo.

Find someone and dump it all into them...I don’t care who.” Barocca’s body shivered violently for a moment.

She sat down and it felt like a huge weight was lifted from her.

In one final show of decency, Barocca called Xelex on the phone and asked him to come to the room. “Whoa...what the heck happened here?”

He saw Kei and Yuri’s sperm-drenched bodies and the nearly collapsed bed. “You don’t wanna know.

Let’s just say I taught these two a lesson and leave it at that.” Xelex shrugged his shoulders.

After he and Quas had been treated to an afternoon of sex with Kitten and Pandora earlier, he was too mellow to become overly alarmed.

He’d also seen the conditions rooms were left in after some of Rhiannon’s rampages, and knew better than to pry for answers. “Just check these two out and make sure they’ll be okay.”

Barocca pointed to the two unconscious 3WA agents.

“If they need it, give ’em a little ‘healing help’.” Xelex nodded his assent.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to help someone to ‘recover’ from a bout of super-charged sex on Cinnebar.

“Rinse ’em out, press out all the wrinkles and hang ’em up to dry.

Got it.” “You’re an angel, Xelex.”

Now that she had finally drained her body of the erotic energy, Barocca left the room and headed for the lounge.

By now all of the other women had left for the buffet tables and then the gambling room. Not knowing where the other women were, Barocca contacted the Delphi 4 on her communicator and had them beam her aboard. “At least this way, I’ll be where I’m supposed to be, and I can get some sleep until Rhiannon and the others return.

After some shuteye, I’ll get in touch with Morgaine and the others and see about getting more help from them about how to use this ring properly.”

Several hours later, Kei and Yuri awakened to find themselves alone in the bedroom.

Yuri gave Kei a look of pure loathing. “So, do you still want to be a part-time porn starlet, Kei?” “Okay, so this time didn’t go as well as we planned...I can still get work using these micro flesh-bond dildos once we’re back home.” “Not with these wet noodles you won’t, Kei.”

She held up one of the limp devices.

It was obvious that it was damaged beyond hope. Kei groaned disgustedly as she got a better look at her toys; even the tech-weasels at the 3WA might not be able to recreate a new version of the dildo without a working model to copy. “Let’s clean up and then go hunting for Barocca, Yuri.

Maybe we can still find that bitch before she leaves with the Vectrans.”

Chapter 14: Bar Room Brawl

After some time at the gaming tables, Rhiannon and Vantha wandered over to the bar and ordered drinks, with Harley and Ivy close behind them.

Even though they had won some chips at the tables, Rhiannon couldn’t resist betting some unsuspecting males that she could down multiple shots of different drinks in a short time, and accumulated more funds. As they made some small talk with other people in the crowd, Rhiannon thought she recognized a familiar figure, several persons down from them.

Once the other customers had left, and she had a clear view, she was certain of her identity: Bootika. She turned to Vantha and the others.

“I’d never forget that harsh voice and that over-bearing personality of hers.

It’s time to have a little fun…watch this.” Rhiannon moved so she was directly behind Bootika, who had her back turned to her. “I knew I smelled a skank in here.

It could only be...‘Boot Licker’!”

Bootika’s reaction was immediate and drastic.

She was in the middle of downing a drink and bit down hard enough to fracture the glass with her teeth.

Then she slammed her glass down, shattering it, sending alcohol and shards flying. “My name is ‘Bootika’,” she nearly shouted as she turned around. Now Bootika and Rhiannon were face to face, and the crowd had gone very quiet as it looked like a major fight would break out.

To everyone’s surprise, the two women embraced like long lost relatives. “Rhiannon, you old war horse!

I haven’t seen ya in ages!

How long has it been?” “It’s gotta be as far back as basic training at Fort Nebulon.

What’ve you been up to since then?” “While you were out playing ‘starship trooper’ and crashing cruisers, I volunteered for ‘Special Ops’ duty.

Saw a lot of action...did a bunch of ‘if I tell you, I have to kill you’ type of jobs.”

Gazing behind Rhiannon, her leering eyes took in Vantha’s shapely figure. “I’ve got my own command now, the Delphi IV.

This is Vantha, my Chief Engineer...and these two ladies are Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.”

Vantha smiled and nodded as Bootika eagerly eyed her.

“She’s also ‘off the menu’ as far as you’re concerned.

Don’t tell me you couldn’t find any action in a place like this?” “You’re right, Rhiannon.

There’s plenty of fun to be had around here.

I just had a wild time with these two gals who’re from somewhere on earth, called the ‘ozones’.

If more earth girls are ‘built’ like they are, I may have to schedule a vacation there, in the future.” “I think they meant the ‘Ozarks’.”

Bootika had to be referring to Kate and Kaz. “Whatever...they were both hung like fucking bulls and really knew how to use their tools.

They could even teach you a few tricks, girl.” “I’m no slouch myself, when it comes to playing around...I just haven’t gotten around to releasing my ‘greatest hits’ on video yet.” “I never picked you as the type to settle down and become ‘Mrs and Mrs’ Rhiannon, but it just goes to show there’s somebody for everybody.” After some more good-natured chatter, Vantha and Rhiannon briefly tried to keep up with Bootika in a shot-drinking contest.

Vantha bowed out early, and even Rhiannon wasn’t far be-hind her. “I gotta go use the ladies’ room before I spring a leak,” the Vectran commander groaned. “You always were a lightweight when it came ta drinkin’, girl,” chuckled Bootika. Harley and Ivy had been observing this activity, and Harley quickly became bored.

She pulled the tiny Herk out of her satchel, still semi-conscious from Gerta’s cigarette smoke earlier.

She took a napkin and rolled it into a long thin strip, like a miniature rope.

Then Harley tied one end off in a knot at the end of Herk’s tail.

Feeling the rope tighten brought Herk partially awake. “Hey, what’s goin’ on?” he mumbled. “It’s time for a little fun around here.”

Now Harley wrapped the ‘rope’ multiple times around Herk’s body.

She gripped one end of the napkin-rope, tossed Herk like she was sliding a drink along the bar top and pulled back hard.

Herk was literally a whirling dervish as he spun out of control, bouncing off of glasses, ashtrays and the edge of the bar like a pinball. “Whee!

Look at him go!” exclaimed Harley. “He’s good for something after all,” jeered Ivy.

“Even if it is just being a toy.” “I’m...gonna...get...you...fer...this…” gasped Herk as he caromed into objects. Herk finally came to a stop several feet away from Ivy and Harley, almost directly in front of Bootika.

After such violent spinning and bumping, he remained on his feet, staggered a few steps and leaned against a goblet.

From there, Herk promptly lost control over his stomach and threw up into Bootika’s glass. Bootika’s attention had been partially diverted as she looked around for other partners to have some erotic fun with.

Hearing Herk upchuck, and Harley’s exclamation, she looked at her drink in disgust, and saw the two of them laughing at what they’d just done.

“Hey!

That was a five-credit drink that your pet ape just ruined, cutie.

What’re you gonna do about it?” To everyone’s surprise, Herk showed amazing stamina and recuperative prowess.

He turned to Harley and Ivy.

“Are you gonna let her talk ta me like that?” in his tiny voice.

Then he faced Bootika.

“And I ain’t no ape...I’m a troll.

I’m Herk, and I own this freakin’ casino!”

Every-one burst out laughing at such absurd proclamations coming from such a tiny creature. Herk looked at one of the bartenders.

“Milly!

Tell these people who I am, will ya?”

With just a loincloth, a squeaky voice and only ten inches tall, Milly certainly didn’t recognize him.

“Get a fresh dink for ‘whatever this is’,” pointing to Bootika.

“And while yer at it, I’ll have one too.” “You don’t look like you’re even old enough ta be in a place like this...let’s see some ID.” More laughter and crude jokes rained down on Herk from the gathered customers.

Now he began to lose his temper.

“I want a drink, and if you wanna keep you damned job, I want it right now!” he shouted. “Okay, shorty.

Here ya go.”

Milly reached out with one of the hand-held drink dispensers and sprayed Herk directly in the face with it.

After being momentarily surprised, Herk opened his mouth wide and swallowed a large amount of the alcohol, before reaching out and pushing it away. “Ah, that hits the spot.”

He looked around him.

“Ya better make it a double fer me, Milly.

I can still see ‘Bride of Frankenstein’ here,” pointing to Bootika, “and her two pals, Charley and Wifey.” “Those ain’t our names, asshole!” Harley shouted at him, “Who gives a fuck...I was never good with names.”

He turned toward Bootika.

“I never forget a face, but in your case, I’ll make an exception.” “Why you snotty little…” Bootika was beginning to get visibly angry at Herk, and started to close in on him, but Harley was quicker to react. “You want another drink, smart ass?” she called out.

“Hold this schmuck, Ivy!” “With pleasure, Harley!”

Ivy grabbed Herk by the nape of the neck with one hand and his tail with the other, like he was an unruly pet.

Harley grabbed the snake-like drink dispenser from Milly and shoved the nozzle of it up Herk’s butt. “Here’s yer second drink, dumb fuck!

A gin and tonic enema!” Harley pressed every button she could find on the device.

Some controlled which drink was dispensed, and some determined how much pressure was used.

Part of Herk’s tiny body was already filled from the first drink, and with a high-pressure surge of liquid coming up his poop chute, there was nowhere else for it to go. Herk’s mouth expelled a huge fountain-like spray of vomit and alcohol which caught Bootika at point blank range, drenching her hair, neck and face.

The unexpected eruption momentarily blinded Bootika, and Herk nearly passed out, sprawling onto the surface of the bar. Seeing what they had done, Harley and Ivy panicked and bolted from the area, looking for an exit.

Milly ran to the other end of the bar and most of the customers cleared a wide area around Bootika.

After a moment, when her vision returned, Bootika was livid as she wiped her face. “All right, I have had it with this fucking place!” she shouted.

“First you let people’s pets run around here and ruin perfectly good drinks.”

She looked down and saw Herk.

“Then you’ve got the nerve to start making jokes about a lady’s good looks…and now this!” Herk managed to stand up and wipe some of the mess off of himself. “Good looks?” he jeered at Bootika.

“The ass-end of female trolls back home in the hills are prettier than you’ll ever look, babe!”

Thanks to everything that had happened to him, Herk couldn’t count on any help from his ‘mental assistant’ MARV to try and smooth-talk his way out of tense situations, and was reverting back to his old, abrasive troll personality. Bootika’s expression went from mad to enraged and beyond.

As he realized the mistake he’d made, Herk tried to run away, but the slippery bar top offered no traction and all he did was trip and sprawl in the liquid. “C’mere, you short little son of a bitch,” snarled Bootika, as she picked up Herk with one hand by his tail and let him dangle.

“I hope you’ve got a will made out, buster.

I ain’t gonna smash you or eat ya, since yer so small...but I’m gonna do some things to you that’ll make ya wish you were dead.”

By now a large group of people had gathered and were watching Bootika and the tiny Herk at the bar.

Many of the women who were visiting Cinnebar from earth had come for a closer view, and Rhiannon and Vantha had also returned from the ladies’ room. A combination of Gerta’s psychic abilities and Bootika’s telepathy connected and they locked eyes for a moment.

She strode out from the crowd, bringing Angela with her. “Hey, this isn’t my problem,” the bounty hunter muttered. “Do not worry, liebschen.

We will only need the special power from your lance for a moment,” said Gerta.

“I believe it will only work when you operate it...am I right?” “Well, yeah….can you imagine what my insurance premium would be, otherwise?” As they came closer to Bootika, she wedged the end of his tail in an overhead light fixture and let Herk hang there as she conferred with Gerta and Angela.

Herk started to complain, but when he saw Bootika’s expression, kept his mouth shut. “I’m gonna take you up on that mental offer of yours ta help me out here, honey,” Bootika told the new arrivals.

They bent down, lowering their heads so no one else could hear.

“Now here’s what I need you two to do…” Gerta had no problems casting the necessary spells for what Bootika needed.

After the disastrous ending to the party at her home in the Hollywood hills, she was willing to do anything to exact further revenge on Herk. Angela was slightly more skeptical, but agreed.

“I already dipped into my power reserves once for you, when we shrunk Herk down, earlier.

This is the last time.” The three women huddled close together.

Gerta spoke a chant in a strange language and Angela’s lance surrounded Bootika in some weird glowing lights for a moment.

She thank-ed the two women and then sent them back to their seats.

“Okay, folks, it’s showtime,” said Bootika.

She began by shoving some of the gaming tables out of the way, so she had a clear area to operate in.

“If any of ya don’t want to watch kinky brutal sex like you’ve never seen before, now’s the time to get out.”

Knowing exactly what type of place Cinnebar was, hardly anyone made a move to exit. “All right.

You all had fair warning...Gerta, a little privacy, if you would, please?”

Gerta nodded and made a glyph.

An area of the gaming floor about thirty feet in diameter suddenly seemed like it was enclosed in a force field, with shimmering walls that became opaque, so that no one on the outside could see what was happening on the inside. “I like to work in front of an ‘intimate’ audience, and I also needed a little room for the show that I’m gonna put on tonight.”

Now Bootika ripped off the rest of her outfit, and stood nak-ed.

She relaxed her mental control so that her cock appeared and hung down limp and thick, nearly twelve inches long.

“Yeah, I can be a shemale when I want to...just like Rhiannon and some of her gals can.”

She turned and pointed at Herk.

“But I’m not gonna waste a beauty like I’ve got on something this dinky.

‘Herk-u-lees’ here isn’t gonna get to enjoy my ‘special sau-sage’ just yet.

He’s gotta earn that privilege after some of the things he’s said and done to-night.” Bootika composed herself and exercised her mental control over her body.

Her frame grew over a foot taller, but for the time being she left her cock and balls alone.

Instead, she began fondling her breasts.

They quickly began to grow, filling out to enormous dimensions that would rival even Akima Mars in sheer size.

Her areaolae grew until they couldn’t be covered by her hands, and started to puff out and rise from the surface of her breasts like cookie dough in an oven.

“Bigger is better, right folks?” Bootika teased the audience.

“But you ain’t seen nothin’ yet...I learned this next trick from a couple of southern belles...watch this.”

Now the nipples themselves sprang up and out from her nipples like a tree growing at super-speed in a forest, reaching almost ten inches in length.

“And now for the finishing touch...take a good look at what’s in store for you ‘tiny’…” as she looked at Herk. Bootika concentrated and the end of one of her nipples began to morph and change shape until it looked just like a cockhead mounted on the end. “Take a good look, troll trash...just my teat is almost as big as you are...and I’m gonna put it to good use!”

“Wow…” whispered Vantha, sitting next to Rhiannon.

“She can do some things that I’ve never seen even you try, chief...and that’s saying a lot.” “Like I said, it’s a wonder Bootika lasted this long in the military with her temper.

I’m still surprised nobody took her out with ‘friendly fire’ and then tried to claim it was an accident.” Harley and Ivy had returned in time to watch Bootika’s show, and were seated next to the Vectrans.

“And people say that I’m crazy…” muttered Harley. Kate and Kaz had recovered somewhat from their time with Bootika, and wandered back to the casino.

They bought some oversized sunglasses to hide some of the bruises.

Seeing the commotion at the bar, they gathered in with the rest of the crowd for a closer look at what was about to happen, and found seats for a close view of the action. “After the way she ran us ragged, I almost feel sorry fer what’s gonna happen to Herk,” said Kaz.

“We almost couldn’t walk after she was finished with us.” “And ta think that Bootika was in a good mood then…” added Kate.

Herk winced as Bootika's hand squeezed his rump and pulled him down off of the light fixture.

He squirmed in Bootika’s strong hold, grunting furiously as the Vectran shemale was able to hold him immobile with just one hand.

"No...please..." Herk pleaded quietly, his breathing heavy with labored panting now, though it wasn't clear if it was from growing eagerness or fear. 

“You had your chance to apologize earlier...now I’m gonna have some fun with you.”

Bootika just ignored Herk's begging, and held him directly over her engorged nipple. Herk felt the wet, thick tip of her nipple-cock prodding eagerly at his tight tailhole.

His whole body tensed, tingles flowing through his body as he realized from the feel of the pressure against his opening just how big Bootika was.

"No!

You're too big!

Stop!"

Bootika acted like she didn't even hear it, the intense pres-sure just building against Herk's tight pucker as her pulsing nipple-cock pressed against his much too tight opening harder and harder.

"Please...No..." Herk sobbed weakly.

Just as the audience expected though, Bootika ignored him and shoved the massive cock tip forward even more, feeling more like a fist at Herk's tight hole than a cocktip. Bootika's strong hands grabbed Herk's tiny hips, and pulled savagely at on them, thrusting her chest roughly at the same time, the massive shaft finally forcing into his tight tailhole with the added effort.

Herk threw his head back, squealing and groaning at the top of his lungs as a mix of intense pain and pleasure exploded in his lower half, his tight tailhole clenching relentlessly around Bootika's massive, invading shaft.

Bootika didn't wait longer than a second before thrusting again brutally, forcing a few more inches of the painfully thick nipple into Herk’s hole.

Herk tried to scream for Bootika to stop, or at least slow down, but only sharp squeals and moans came out of his mouth.

He couldn't believe that the ‘audience’ was just enjoying the show and doing nothing to stop her.  

"That's right, squeal, bitch!

Louder!" Bootika shouted savagely down at Herk, one of her hands moving to slap Herk's firm ass.

Herk obeyed the dominate command almost immed-iately, his pained groaning and whimpering echoing louder and louder, moaning like a bitch as Bootika forced more inches of her thick, pulsing nipple-shaft deeper into his clenching hole.

Bootika’s impressively thick nipple-cock continued to sink deeper and deeper, making Herk unable to resist anymore whether he wanted to or not.

He could feel every bit of the massive, pulsing girth, the length feeling like it was going to stab his lungs soon before finally he felt Bootika's large, firm areola hit his butt. Bootika only waited long enough to catch her breath, not letting the poor, trembling Herk rest for even a few seconds before she started to roughly yank her massive nipple-cock back out of the his tight hole.

Herk could only writhe in pain with the little strength he had left. Completely ignoring all the noise the Herk was making, Bootika rammed her thick nipple-cock back into the tight, clenching hole, stopping only long enough to grind and grunt with pleasure before roughly pulling more of its massive length out, Bootika’s strokes increasing in length and power with each long, brutal thrust.

Before long, Bootika was plowing her huge nipple-cock in and out of the Herk's tight hole relentlessly like a jackhammer, the thick member gliding in and out of the seemingly much too small troll rump.

Herk's world dissolved into only the feel of Bootika’s massive nipple-cock brutally raping him, an intense, burning sensation shooting through every inch of his body with each long, rapid, rough thrust.

Even the sounds of the audience faded away until all he could hear was his own moans and squeals, and the sound of Bootika huffing and groaning with pleasure.

After what felt like hours, Bootika's thrusts slowed, but grew even more painfully rough.

All Herk could do was whine helplessly in pain as Bootika got even rougher with him, the brutal thrusting not even stopping as the already massive nipple-cock started to suddenly thicken in his tight hole rapidly.

Herk threw his head back and tried to cry out for Bootika to pull out, but all he could do was whine and squeal as the intense burning in his lower body exploded even more.

Now he could feel Bootika's thick, gooey seed bursting into him through all the overpowering pain in his tailhole.

Even as his tight tailhole slowly adjusted to Bootika's now flared nipple-cock, the seem-ingly endless, hot cum kept pumping into him in thick, ropey splurts.

But Bootika didn't stop fucking him...she barely even slowed down.

Herk let out a weak groan as the massive, flared nipple-cock kept pounding brutally into his overfilling hole. Boot-ika's huge orgasm finally started to taper off as Herk's belly started to swell from the massive amount of spunk, the warm cum sloshing around with each of Bootika's rough thrusts.

Herk collapsed limply, impaled on Bootika’s nipple-cock, unable to take any more, not that it stopped her from plowing his abused hole roughly.

Bootika held Herk's weak hips tightly, yanking them back onto her thick, throbbing length with each thrust, mercilessly continuing to use Herk like a sex toy.

Bootika’s hard thrusting slowed, a wet slapping noise echoing now each time her large breast met Herk's hips due to the massive amount of splooge leaking out of Herk's overfilled hole now.

Herk moaned out at the top of his lungs louder then ever before as Bootika started pumping another load of cum into his already overfilled insides.

Heavy, thick splurts of hot shemale seed shot from the massive, pulsing nipple-cock inside him, seemingly endless just like the first.

  

Bootika finally stopped with one last, brutal thrust, forcing every inch of her thick nipple-cock deep inside Herk's tight hole and holding it there, letting his warm, tailhole milk her for every last drop.

Herk's belly swelled and bulged even further as jet after jet of thick cum shot deep inside him, some of it forcing it's way out of his very overfilled insides in thick streams around the hilt of Bootika's nipple, soaking Herk's inner thighs and legs.

Herk could only moan weakly, impaled in mid air, trembling at the feel of Bootika's hot breath as she stared down at him.

Bootika's second, equally huge orgasm had finally ended, and Herk worried about what she had in store next for him.

Finally, Bootika started to at last slide out of him, hot, thick cum steadily oozing out and around the girthy shaft until the last of her still pulsing nipple-cock finally came out, followed by a short flood of the warm, gooey seed, soaking Herk's abused rump and her own breast, plenty of it still being left inside of Herk's swollen belly.

"You can keep the rest of my spunk as a memento," Bootika chuckled, hoisting him back onto the light fixture and leaving Herk hanging there, almost all of his lower body soaked in she-male splooge.

As he hung there panting heavily, the searing pain slowly fading from his body, Herk let out a soft, happy giggle.

Before Bootika’s astonished eyes, his once pained groans turned into blissful moaning.

A bizarre combination of the magic spells that were used and different mental tricks he’d picked up, and Herk’s body was undergoing rapid transformations.

His stomach returned to its normal flatness and Herk knew that his cock would quickly be hard and throbbing.

“Well, surprise, surprise ladies and gents!

Looks like little old Herk actually enjoyed what just happened to him!” pointing to his growing erection.

Herk’s miniature boner came almost to his chin, and would have been enormous if he was at his normal height.

“I started to hear some wild stories about you and Cinnebar before I came here, shorty.

Show me and these horny folks that you know what to do with a cock, buster!” Bootika pulled Herk down from the lights and stood him on the bar top.

“This one is tap-ped out for a while,” pointing to her left breast and the nipple which was returning to normal.

“But fortunately for me, I always carry a spare.”

She focused her mental control and her right nipple which had shrunk some due to lack of attention.

It quickly quickly grew to over ten inches in length and the tip transformed into a cockhead as large as Herk’s skull. “Okay, squirt.

Anybody who gets a hard-on after what just happened to you, has to be freakin’ crazy about cocks.

Get my other nipple-prick off, and do it quick...it’s jealous because it hasn’t had the chance to play with you yet.”

Chapter 15: Bar Room Bizarre

“Okay, ‘tiny’, get to work,” Bootika commanded Herk.

The audience was still stunned at some of the things she was able to do with her body, and was eagerly awaiting more raunchy sex.

“Make love to my other nipple-prick, and make it happy, quick!” Herk was smart enough not to try and run away from her in his tiny form, and the strange brew of sex, magic and grog was making him horny as hell. “All right, big stuff.

Sit down at the bar so I can reach it...otherwise it’s like I gotta play mountain climber.”

Once she was in position, Herk clambered onto her breast and sat down on the shaft of her nipple-cock, feeling like a cowboy getting onto the back of an untamed bronco.

Even when he was at his normal height, Herk was rarely outclassed in terms of sheer cock size, and the sight of so much potent shemale flesh in front of him, made his own cock become even harder. Herk gripped Bootika’s nipple-shaft like an over-excited dog, and began dry-humping it.

His arms couldn’t reach all the way around Bootika’s pole, due to his own hard prick being between him and her shaft.

But trolls did have fingernails, and he latched on to Bootika as she began to enjoy the sensations from him. After a few moments, Herk couldn’t resist temptation and began licking both his and Bootika’s cockheads with his long tongue.

At his current size, he couldn’t hope to engulf all of her huge, flared tip and began concentrating on sucking himself.

Bootika noticed the lack of attention and quickly put a stop to it.

She lifted one huge breast with one hand, and pulled the other nearer with the opposite hand.

From there, she mashed them together, with Herk caught in the middle.

The troll was taken completely by surprise, and when Bootika released him from between her breasts, Herk stumbled off her nipple like a drunken cowboy and landed on the bar. “You’re supposed to be getting me off, doofus,” said Bootika.

“Not jerking yourself off.

Now get back to work.” All types of rude and sassy comebacks flashed through Herk’s mind, but in a rare show of keeping his temper, he just glared at Bootika.

A proper revolt would have to wait until he was back to his normal size. “This new ‘toy’ of yers looks delicious babe...there’s no denyin’ that.

But these gals’ve shrunk me down so far, I can’t do very much with somethin’ this big.”

Bootika stared down at him and had to admit that he had a point.

She was still flushed with mystical energy after the unique union with herself, Gerta and the power from Angela’s lance.

“Okay, shorty.

Don’t say that I never did anything for you…”

She made a glyph in the air and a beam of energy struck Herk’s head.

His head suddenly grew several times larger, while the rest of his body remained the same.

Herk’s mouth was now big enough to properly suck on Bootika’s nipple-cock.

His voice was also slightly deeper, but nowhere near his normally deep tones. Now Herk could give Bootika’s nipple-shaft the proper attention.

He eagerly engulfed the huge head in his mouth, reveling in the taste of sweet, milky nectar it was producing.

He used his long troll tongue to first wrap around the head and parts of the shaft, and then pulled as tight as he could. “That’s it, little guy,” cooed Bootika.

“Show these folks in the audience that you know how to make a lady happy.” Herk decided to try something different with his tongue.

He released her teat and took a step back.

Herk stuck his tongue out and aimed it for the opening in the center of Bootika’s nipple-cock.

He couldn’t see a urethra shaft beneath it, but so far it had looked, felt and tasted just like a real prick.

Herk inserted his tongue in the hole and forced more and more of its length into Bootika’s nipple-prick.

Concentrating as hard as he could, Herk was able to make his ton-gue wriggle and writhe, bringing more exclamations of pleasure from Bootika. “Damn, Herk!

Looks like those stories I heard about how kinky you trolls could get are true after all,” she panted.

“Keep up the good work down there.” Herk could only make satisfied grunts and groans in his current position.

All of this action had made him rock-hard, and he needed some type of release for himself soon.

After a few more moments of tongue action, he relaxed his tongue and pulled out of Bootika’s nipple-shaft. “If you thought that felt good, sister, get a load of this.”

Herk positioned himself so that his own erect cock was now lined up with Bootika’s nipple.

Even at only just over ten inches tall, his hard-on was impressive, and he put it to good use.

Herk inserted his prick into Bootika’s huge nipple-cock, the rigid member quickly disappearing all the way to the base in moments. “Holy shit, Herk,” exclaimed Bootika.

“You just might be able to teach me a few things, buster...and I’ve seen a lot.”

Normally, Herk would prolong the action for a long time when he had sex, generating as much pleasure for himself as possible.

But thanks to all of the spells and the unusual circum-stances, he quickly found himself passing the point of no return, and knew he would shoot his load off soon.

He gripped the flared edges of Bootika’s mini-cockhead with both of his hands and thrusted in and out with all his might, as his cock erupted inside of Bootika’s nipple. Bootika had experienced different types of orgasms with various partners before, but this was something completely different.

It felt like one breast was on fire with pleasure, and was spreading to the rest of her body.

She rocked her head back and forth and cried out in ecstasy. After a few moments, she regained a level of composure.

“All right, short stuff...one good turn deserves another.

Here I cum!” Herk could feel Bootika’s breast and nipple-prick tremble as they built to their climax.

He’d felt numerous partners shoot their loads into his butt before, and he was no stranger to getting soaked in splooge either.

But this was something he’d never expected to experience.Further speculation was rendered moot, as Bootika screamed and her breast and nipple-shaft unleashed what felt like a tidal wave onto him. Even though his hands gripped the cockhead that was Bootika’s nipple, Herk was smash-ed backwards like he was propelled off a fire hydrant.

He flew several feet along the bar top, knocking over glasses like they were bowling pins, and landed upside down against some liquor bottles.

Bootika’s teat shot off several more streams of milky jism, landing all over Herk and the bar, before darkness closed in on him. Herk awoke to feel several woman from the audience licking him clean with their tongues.

Even in his current state and size, he couldn’t resist trying sassy come-on lines and wanting more attention from them. “I’ll wait until you hit your ‘growth spurt’, junior.

My boyfriend’s dick is bigger than all of you right now,” said one woman. By now, Bootika’s breasts had returned to a relatively normal size.

Her body was still very tall, and she was stroking her limp prick.

“Let’s have a big hand for the little man, folks.

Not everybody can get fucked like that, and still be horny for more action as soon as they wake up.”

She tossed Herk a napkin.

“Here’s a ‘towel’ for you to finish cleaning up with, junior.”

“That was just the opening act, ladies and gents.

Now it’s time for the star of the show, and what you’ve all been waiting for...my very own ‘shemale sausage’.

It’s gonna take a few minutes for me to get the old ‘anaconda’ ready for action, and then you’ll see something really special.” Bootika called upon the reserves of mystical energy that were still in her body from the erotic union with Gerta and Angela, not that long ago.

She directed almost all of it towards her cock and balls, wanting to achieve the biggest results possible on herself.

Bootika shivered and smiled a bit nervously as she felt the magic in her body take over.

It seemed to erupt from deep inside of herself and spread out into her anus and then into her penis.

She started to get an erection faster than she ever had before, as her shaft swelled and stiffened and seemed to bloat in girth more than length at first.

Bootika’s cock started to stretch longer and longer, the feeling of getting an erection turning her on as blood rushed into the shaft, the flesh starting to loosen again as it grew, relieving tension even as her blood continued to feed into it and keep it grow-ing. 

Bootika wished she could keep the enticing feeling of having a giant cock grow as she continued to watch it enlarge.

The warm tingly feeling was like an electric pleasure that seemed to undulate through her entire shaft.

She squirmed, forcing herself to not touch her prick with her hands yet.

The veins grew very fat around the base and the area around her urethra shaft causing it to stand out like a little pipe.

The glans still grew with the cock, just not in the same proportions, causing the cleft head to be very wide.

Bootika groaned and humped her hips, loving the feeling of the tremendous weight of the shaft bobbing between her legs as it contin-ued to grow.

Now she could feel her pulse beat in the throbbing of the shaft as it extended in lunges, increasing in size again to twenty-two inches and still going. In moments, Bootika was already substantially larger than a baseball bat.

Her body felt tense and her cock was so hot, and felt so extremely good.

It was almost an itchy, electrical pulse of pleasure with each throb of growth as her cock started to bob this way and that without her moving her hips at all.

It stretched longer and further from her body, which caused any movements to be exaggerated, and the tight urethra bulged with every pulse.

Bootika felt a warmth spread through her body and an odd pressure as her veins swelled fatter.

She grabbed the shaft, holding it so it pointed straight up and stroked the skin, causing more shaft to spill out from beneath her foreskin.

The head was already resting on her cleavage and she only now started to feel that weight when she wiggled her chest back and forth, bounc-ing the head from one tit to the other.

She placed one hand near her balls, and one just on the shaft just below her cleavage so she could bounce the whole shaft off her boobs.

Bootika push-ed forward with her breasts and pulled back with her hands, holding the cock to her, so she could feel its pulse beat through it against her own.

The shaft became red hot as it stretched, the loose skin pulling straight and smooth, the plump veins bloating up on its surface and beat-ing with greater strength.

As Bootika displayed her growing, supernatural erection, there was an almost eerie quiet in the room, as the audience gaped in awe at her, and began to move closer for a better view.

Herk was a mix of tangled emotions.

Part of him was glad that he wasn’t at his full size, so that Bootika couldn’t impale him on her unbelievable cock.

A deeper part of his troll background was still mesmerized by the sight, the same way almost anyone was when they saw a stud horse at a farm with an erection.

Bootika felt a subtle tingle in the very base of her dick for a moment that spread out in either direction, and something in her mind told her that her cock had finally reached its peak in size.

She now stood well over eight feet tall, and her incredible cock lunged out over four feet from her crotch.

It seemed to have a life of its own, slowly pulsing as the audience gathered for a closer look at her monster unit. Like a bodybuilder flexing for the crowd, her balls swelled, increasing in weight and stretching her scrotum.

Her balls started to swell now and the skin pulled so taught that it be-came shiny.

Each testicle was the size of an ostrich egg, almost as big around as her entire face.

Bootika couldn’t help but squirm as her dick started to flop from side to side as members of audience reached out and gently stroked it.

As the audience was engrossed with staring at Bootika, Herk noticed that he was slowly getting larger.

Apparently, if Bootika wasn’t concentrating on him, the spells that kept him at a miniature size began to wear off. Bootika cupped her hand around the glans and squeezed it when she bent her fingers, causing it to burble up pre-cum.

Herk changed position so he was now directly behind Bootika, as the audience continued to ogle her cock and balls.

Bootika began to gently stroke herself and started to buck as her balls lifted and her cockhead flared enormously. “Take a good look, folks!

This beauty may not be the biggest thing ever, but it’s the best piece of meat you’ll see while you’re here on Cinnebar.” Something as large and as powerful as Bootika’s prick needed a quick release after coming to life for the first time.

She could sense that it wouldn’t take much at all to bring herself to an orgasmic eruption. Bootika stroked herself, and after a few throbs she also felt an ache in her nuts and further down in her cunt too.

Suddenly, Herk caught her completely off guard, placing a hand against her huge dough-nut-shaped anus and then plunging it in.

Her ass was so gigantic, he could easily shove one arm and then his other arm into her past the elbow with very little resis-tance at all.

Bootika squirmed and moaned helplessly as Herk quickly fist-fucked her from be-hind. “What the hell is happening?” Bootika squealed Her cunt was overwhelmed from the sexual assault, sending pulses of pleasure through her body, and she was leaking pre-cum now like a broken faucet.

It almost seemed like Bootika was already having an orgasm just from how much pre-cum she was ejaculating, and then she almost jumped when she was hit with another powerful surge of pleasure.

Bootika cried out in a mix of shock and joy Finally her balls gave one last mighty throb as Bootika’s monster cock experienced its orgasm, and her wide urethra let the pre-cum fly like a garden hose.

Losing control, Bootika immediately fired a stream of spunk, then another stream that turned white halfway through. Bootika hit orgasm so quickly she didn’t have time to think about where her giant cock was aiming as it swayed back and forth and launched ropes of cum at point blank range onto the audience, with enough force that they actually made audible thudding sounds on hitting them.

Her cockhead was flared so huge that the end of her penis almost looked like a trumpet. 

“Holy shit, that thing is dangerous, gal!” “You could put somebody’s eye out with that beast, Miss Thang!” Once her cock had spent itself, Herk giggled and pulled his arms out of her butt, giving her giant ass cheeks a hard slap and letting Bootika catch her breath.

“Nice work, babe,” he joked at Bootika.

“I’ll make some calls and see if there’s an opening at the local stud farm for ya.”

Once she had recovered, Bootika turned and glared at Herk.

The look she gave him made his blood run cold. “I don’t care how good that just felt...nobody said you could take control of things today!”

Then she noticed Herk’s slightly larger size.

“And I can see that the spells are starting to wear off on you...but that’s easily fixed.”

She made a glyph and Herk was promptly returned to his ten-inch height.

“Take a nap, little man.

What’s gonna happen to you next is something I guar-antee you’re never gonna forget.”

She made a glyph and cast another spell at him. Herk didn’t have time to worry about the implications of Bootika’s threat.

He crumpled to the bar top and was unconscious before he sprawled out.

When he awoke, Herk felt strange and found that he couldn’t move his arms or legs, but he couldn’t feel any ropes or bindings. “Glad to see you’re awake, ‘handsome’,” said Bootika.

“I’d hate for you to sleep through what’s gonna happen next.

If you’re wondering why you feel kind of funny, just turn around and look at yourself in the mirror behind the bar.” Herk did as he was instructed and gasped when he saw his reflection.

His body had been transformed...he looked like a miniature pipe-cleaner!

The details of his face and limbs were visible, but he looked like a clay figure that had been smashed and then rolled into a thin tubular shape. “I used the last of the ‘magic juice’ from the girls to give you a ‘new look’, Herk.

After today, maybe you can get work posing as the ‘after figure’ for weight loss programs.”

Herk wanted to shout back at her in retaliation, but the spell had reduced his voice to high-pitched squeals.

“I said you weren’t gonna forget what happens next, and I meant it, shorty.” Bootika turned around and displayed her cock to him.

Herk wasn’t certain, but it seemed even larger and more formidable than before. “First, I’ve gotta get you ready for the next step, pal.”

Bootika reached out and found a bottle of lubricant.

She poured a thick, golden brown liquid all over him.

“I borrowed some machine oil from the maintenance department.”

Not being able to shield his face, Herk wonder-ed why he wasn’t choking or gagging on the liquid.

“You’re gonna get to experience my cock like nobody else has before today, ‘Herk-u-lees’.

What do ya think of that?” A horrible sense of dread came over Herk, as he finally realized what Bootika had in store for him. Bootika leered at him as she saw Herk comprehend his fate.

“It’s too bad we don’t have any cameras to get a shot of your face right now...it’s priceless!”

“For the next part of show, I’ll need a volunteer from the audience...any takers?” “Ooh!

Pick me!

Pick me!” Harley could barely control herself. “Are you nuts, Harley?” asked Ivy.

“There’s no telling what this maniac will do…” “Now’s the perfect time to pay ‘troll doll’ there back for some of the names he called us.” “No worries there, blondie,” said Bootika.

“You two still owe me a drink, after what you made Herk do earlier...but he’s the one who’ll be on the receiving end for now.”

She moved two chairs close together so she had a wider base to sit her larger frame on.

Bootika’s massive shaft was pointing straight up at the ceiling, and she reached down and gently squeezed her massive nuts.

“Okay, girl,” Bootika commanded Harley, “pick up the ‘thin man’ over there...and hold him right over the tip of my prick.” Harley complied, and even in his miniature state, Herk’s face was a mask of terror as he stared down at Bootika. “Now put him down into my piss-hole...nice and slow.”

Herk’s body slowly disappeared until only his head was visible.

Bootika’s wicked grin grew wider and wider.

“Oh fuck, yes, this feels awesome…” she moaned.

Now she directed her attention to the audience. "I know you folks out there like big cocks.

And without namin’ names, I know some of you ladies are shemales and like havin’ a big dick.”

She looked at Harley now.

“Start movin’ him up and down...really slow at first...and then speed up when I tell you.”

The audience gasp-ed in awe as they watched Herk’s tiny frame disappear into Bootika’s shaft and then emerge again. “Those of you that ‘swing both ways’ already know how good it can feel to jerk off and have sex the old-fashioned ways with a dick.

Then I found out that there’s guy’s who like to insert rods and tubes into their cocks…”

She paused to try and compose herself as the level of pleasure increased. “When it’s done right, the feeling is intensely stimulating, being filled from the tip of your shaft all the way down through your prostate into the bladder...it’s indescribable.”

 Bootika turn-ed her attention to Harley again.

“Start movin’ him in and out a little faster now.” Harley increased her up and down strokes on Herk.

“How’s the weather in there, tiny?” Bootika was already feeling the rumbling in her balls that told her it wouldn’t be long before they produced another spectacular eruption of splooge. “There’s been times I’ve cum harder than I ever have in my life, when I do it this way.” Now Herk’s tubular figure could be seen outlined against the urethra shaft as he was forced farther down and then back up by Bootika as she stroked her cock.

Bootika and Harley prolonged this sexual torture on Herk for almost ten minutes.

At the same time, in another part of Cinnebar, the action between Barocca, Kei and Yuri had come to a climax also.

All of the mystic energy had somehow brought the ring back to life, and it was more powerful than ever.

After dealing with Kei and Yuri and having a measure of revenge, Barocca knew she had to unleash some of the potent forces, and she had to do it quickly. “I’m not the only one here who knows magic ‘ringo’,” spoke mentally to the ring.

“Go find someone who can handle all this sexual energy...I don’t care who.”

The mental energy from Barocca’s ring needed an outlet, and after scanning the nearby area, it found two beings flushed with all kinds of mystical and sexual energy, and thought that they were willing recipients: Herk and Bootika.

Suddenly the stroking motion of Herk’s body in Bootika’s shaft increased dramatically, “What’s going on, squirt?” Bootika shouted at Harley.

“Take it easy and watch what you’re doing!” “It’s not me!

I swear it!” exclaimed Harley and darted back to her seat in the audience.

Everyone in the audience watched in shock as Bootika’s prick began to grow even bigger and more powerful.

Chapter 16: Casino Climax

Bootika was temporarily frozen as the energy hit her.

Bootika’s already enormous cock swelled even longer and thicker, until it looked like it was ready to explode. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” she exclaimed.

Somehow, the distorted pole that was Herk’s body kept plunging in and out of her cockhead and down into her urethra shaft on its own.

Suddenly, Herk’s body began to grow larger inside her urethra shaft, making it look as though it were about to burst.

On the next upward thrust, Herk’s body came out even farther than before, and he was able to reach out with his hands and clamp them onto the edges of Bootika’s cockhead and gave one powerful shove.

With a ‘poof’ of mystical energy, Herk was propelled outwards and was suddenly stand-ing next to Bootika, fully grown, erect and ready for revenge.

The surge of energy had also returned Bootika to her normal size, as she gaped at him in shock and horror, still surprised that her ‘family jewels’ had not been destroyed in the process, and collapsed to her knees.

The surprise burst from the ring had also cut off the ‘force field’ and dozens of people on the floor of the casino were now staring at the ‘live sex show’ going on in their midst. “How the hell did you do this?” Bootika screamed at Herk. “I don’t know how this happened either, babe,” growled Herk.

“But payback’s gonna be a real bitch...and so’re you!”

With Bootika in the perfect position, Herk took careful aim and shov-ed his throbbing prick into her mouth and down her throat.

Ordinarily, he would revel in the joy of the tables being turned and prolong the moment.

But he could sense that the sudden burst of energy he’d received needed release and it had to be soon. With each forward lunge, Herk forced more and more of his pole down Bootika’s throat.

Her eyes grew wider in terror as she saw Herk’s balls swell and increase in size until it looked like he had two cantaloupes below his prick. Bootika’s own prick now began to shoot off on its own, and Herk used one huge hand to squeeze his own balls as he came closer to climaxing.

Out of reflex, Bootika gripped her shaft, stroking it, as large gouts of cum rocketed out from her, landing on anyone and anything.

“Feel free ta enjoy the ‘free samples’ from this broad, folks,” yelled Herk.

“They’re on the house!”

Herk felt himself near the point of no return, and with the next push reached out and grasped the back of Bootika’s head, his huge nuts swinging and mashing against her chin and neck. “This is the mother load, honey!

Hope yer not on any kinda diet!”

Bootika groaned even louder, her fists beating on Herk’s thighs and legs as she continued to endure his engorged shaft thrusting down her throat.

Now Herk shot off stream after stream of troll sperm directly into Bootika’s gut.

Despite her size and strength, the sudden transformation had rendered her helpless to resist for the moment.

She made incoherent moans and wails, and her mouth was stretched so far open by Herk’s prick, she couldn’t even bite down on it in anger. 

“What’s that, honey?” Herk teased.

“Don’t ya know it ain’t polite ta talk with yer mouth full?” 

Herk shot off into Bootika for almost a minute, before his cock and balls began to run out of gas.

He pulled out of Bootika, needing to take several steps to do so.

“Now fer the finishin’ touch, babe.”

Herk gripped his dick and shot off one final huge splurt directly onto Bootika’s face, the gooey sperm running down and dripping onto her breasts.

He swung his hips side-ways, slapping Bootika’s chin hard with his huge cockhead.

“Now maybe you’ll think twice about who you screw around with next time, honey.”

Now that each of them had climaxed, Herk and Bootika’s bodies returned to their normal sizes.

To everyone’s surprise, Bootika wiped her face and got up sooner than anyone expected and clenched her fists.

“Of course you realize, this mean war, you asshole,” she snarled at Herk.

Bootika took one step before she stopped as a noisy gurgling sound was heard.

“What the hell?”

Bootika’s gut was churning like something inside it was trying to climb out. “Sounds like you’ve got a problem down there, babe?” laughed Herk. “I’ve got a cast-iron stomach, ugly.

I’ve tasted worse crap than this in boot camp.” Another growling noise was heard from Bootika’s gut, even louder than before.

By now, the security crew was trying to cordon off the area and trying to prevent a major spectacle, butmany members of the audience had crowded closer for a better look. “I’ve had cars that didn’t make that much noise,” said Harley. “In case it hasn’t sunk in yet, ‘Bootsie’,” said Rhiannon.

“We can’t digest troll spunk.”

She turned to Herk.

“When I first met you and we had that run-in together, yeah you plastered me, Vantha and Sonja with it.

But we weren’t dumb enough to swallow it.” Bootika’s face grew even paler as she slowly realized that she wasn’t going to be able to keep the contents of her stomach down.

She glanced around frantically. “There’s a restroom right over there, girl,” said Herk pointing to the right at some doors and trying to keep from laughing.

Bootika clamped one hand over her mouth and darted off through the gambling tables in that direction. Xelex and Quas came up to Herk, and handed him a robe so at least he wasn’t naked in public.

“Uh, chief?” Xelex asked Herk.

“Where you just sent Bootika?” “That’s where we had to put to the women from G.L.O.W., because you overbooked the hotel again,” added Quas.

Herk’s eyes narrowed as this information sank in.

He smacked his forehead with one hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he realized what he’d done.

“Oh, shit…” he grumbled. Rhiannon and the other women gave Quas confused looks.

A short distance away, Boot-ika burst through the doors and seconds later, awful retching sounds could be heard as she heaved up her guts. “G.L.O.W.: Galactic Ladies of Wrestling,” explained Xelex.

“They put on a great show.” An instant later, loud female voices could be heard crying out in shock and anger.

Next came the crashing and thumping of what sounded like a major brawl taking place.

Suddenly, after several loud thumps, Bootika’s head came bursting through the doors, only at waist level, instead of her normal height. Four brawny lady wrestlers were gripping Bootika and holding her in a horizontal position, like a makeshift battering ram.

They now brought Bootika completely out of what had been their

dressing room. “Does this belong to you?” one of them shouted, as they spotted Herk and the women.

The four women wrestlers swung Bootika back and forth like a pendulum and launched her into the air.

She flew over twenty feet, her flight path taking her sliding across a gambling table, right through the middle of a serious poker game.

Bootika continued on to land at Herk’s feet, her chin making a deep tear in the padded carpeting as she came to a stop. Now the lady grapplers stalked towards Herk.

Their hair, faces and costumes were splattered with the regurgitated troll sperm.

The women were livid, and more angry wrestlers spilled out and followed the first group of four out into the casino.

“What the fuck kind of operation do you run here, pal?” shouted one of the wrestlers.

She had dark tanned skin, and black hair in a punk-style haircut with pink highlights. “That’s ‘Tess Turbo’,” Xelex whispered to Herk.

“Their current champion.” “First you can’t even give us decent rooms in this dump,” Tess roared at Herk, “due to what you called ‘booking problems’.” “Then this battleaxe barges in and barfs over everything...including us!” shouted another, a muscular blonde with a lightning bolt tattoo on her right arm. “And that’s ‘Ava Lightning’, one of their tag team champions,” Xelex added. “Now parts of the ring canvas are covered in who the hell knows what thanks to her,” said Tess.

“As well as us and our costumes, and we stink worse than a cesspool after what she did!”

Tess paused for a moment.

Herk had seen broadcasts of their show and knew that they could emote and overact for the cameras.

Seeing them inches away from himself and being boiling mad was unnerving him.

“I trust you’ve got some type of cleaners or a laundry service in this place, buddy?” “Well, I’m sure we can find s-something…” stammered Herk. “We’re gonna send our outfits to your ‘laundry’,” threatened Ava. “and they better be clean and spotless for us to wear tonight, or there’s gonna be hell to pay!”

Behind Herk, Bootika had risen to her feet, and was rubbing her chin.

She angrily spat out pieces of playing cards and casino chips.

Bootika hastily put on another robe produced by Xelex, so she wasn’t naked also. She had surprising stamina and had recovered quickly, as she shoved Herk aside and glared at Tess. “You took the words right outta my mouth, babe,” as she confronted her.

“Nobody push-es me around like that...and it took four of you together to do that much!”

Bootika had forgotten what she and Herk had just done to each other, now that there was a new enemy on the scene in the form of these lady wrestlers. “You aren’t seriously thinking of challenging any of us to a match are you?” laughed Tess. “Everybody knows that all this wrestling stuff is faked anyways!” shouted Herk.

For a moment there was icy silence.

Herk had crossed a line that most wrestlers considered sacred.

Now numerous women grapplers wanted a shot at him as well as Bootika.

“Step into the ring with us, you moron, and we’ll show you just how ‘fake’ it is!” jeered Tess.

“If you’ve got the guts…” “You’ve got yourself a match, honey!” responded Bootika.

“Me and Herk will take on any two of ya.”

She leaned close and leered at Tess and Ava.

“Unless you’re afraid to take on me and a guy?”

Herk’s eyes popped open in surprise when he heard this. “It might as well be us against two ‘guys’, with that fire hose you’ve got hanging between your legs, ugly,” teased Ava, pointing at her cock still poking out between the folds of the robe. “Are you gonna let ’em talk to your ‘partner’ like that?” Bootika hissed into Herk’s ear as she tried to cover her prick with the robe. Things were happening almost too quickly for Herk to process.

Due to all of the events that had occurred, and the effects of the grog, more of his vicious troll personality was starting to surface.

Back in the wild, he never backed down from a fight.

As a result, he responded to Tess’s challenge without seeming to think things through. “Okay, sweet cheeks, we’ll wrestle you two tonight!

If we win, you and the other gals don’t get paid.

If you two can beat us, I’ll double what we agreed on earlier.” “Notify your next of kin, so they can pick up your pieces when we’re done with you!” said Ava. “Be ready for the match this evening, uglies,” said Tess.

“And don’t make us come look-ing for you.”

They marched back to their dressing room to clean up.

“Chief, are you nuts?” exclaimed Xelex.

“You don’t know anything about wrestling.” “No, but I know how ta make credits.

Make sure we have cameras everywhere to film it.

We can add it to the other matches and sell it as a special video event.” “You really are smarter than ya look,” admitted Bootika. “I’m also tougher than I look.

Nobody pushes me around in my hotel like that!

These gals’re pipsqueaks compared to some of the trolls I used to roughhouse with, growin’ up.”

He and Bootika stalked off to clean up and get new clothes. Rhiannon and the other women gaped in surprise as they heard this exchange. “Sounds like Herk’s got more guts than brains.” “We’re gonna stick around and watch this, right chief?” asked Vantha. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” squealed Harley. Akima Mars looked at Xelex and Quas.

“You boys will make sure we’ve all got ringside seats for this, won’t you?” “Absolutely,” said Quas. “It’ll be nice to see somebody take the big lug down a notch,” said Xelex.

“But I’d better brush up on troll physiology, just in case I need to put ‘Humpty Dumpty’ there back together again, after the match.”

That evening, there was a last-minute addition to the scheduled G.L.O.W. matches at the casino.

Tess and Ava were so overconfident in their ability to beat Herk and Bootika, that they each wrestled in their respective matches earlier in the card, before the main event. Xelex and Quas delivered seats in the first and second rows to all of the various women who were visiting Cinnebar.

The Vectrans, the group from the 3WA, Akima Mars and her co-stars, and more were all gathered in the crowd for a close-up view of Herk and Bootika’s ring debut. “We’ve come to our main event folks,” said Chet, one of the ringside commentators.

“All we know is that there was an altercation between the hotel owner, Herk, and his ‘lady friend’ Bootika with the G.L.O.W. women earlier today.

From there, things escalated into an impromptu grudge match tonight.” “It’s a beautiful night for a massacre here at Club Cinnebar,” added Bill, his partner.

“I wouldn’t have picked Tess Turbo and Ava Lightning as my first opponents, if I were them.

I think Bootika and Herk are gonna learn a few new definitions for the word pain tonight, courtesy of Tess and Ava.” The bell rang, and Herk and Tess met in the center of the ring in a collar and elbow tie-up.

“We’re gonna take it easy with ya and stretch things out,” Tess muttered under her breath to Herk.

“Nobody wants to see a match that’s over in only a couple of minutes.”

She twisted out of the hold, and picked him up and slammed Herk on his back.

The troll cried out in genuine pain. “There’s a power slam, followed by a knee to the bread basket on Herk,” said Chet. After stomping and kicking him for a few moments, in a show of contempt, Tess threw Herk towards his own corner, making no attempt to stop him from tagging in Bootika. “Nice strategy ya got there, buster…” teased Bootika.

“Trying to break her foot with your skull.” “See if you can can do any better, bitch.”

Herk tagged her and crawled beneath the bot-tom rope.

“We’re gonna show you just how ‘fake’ wrestling really is, ‘cutie’,” Ava snarled at Bootika as she was tagged in by Tess. “There’s a hammer hold, followed by a spinning toe twister on Bootika from Ava,” said Chet. “That’s not supposed to bend that way!” Bootika squealed. “As far as I can tell, Tess and Ava are keeping things pretty basic with Herk and Bootika so far, Chet,” said Bill.

The match continued like this for almost ten minutes with Herk and Bootika mounting little or no offense, absorbing lots of punishment and generating lots of guffaws and laughter from the audience. Tess tossed Herk into the ring ropes.

As his huge body was flung briefly over the ring apron, he suddenly got a bird’s eye view of Gerta, Kate and Kaz staring at him from the front row.

All three women stuck their tongues out at him and the southern sisters gave him the finger. “Hey, I know you two…” Herk gasped before the ropes pulled him back.

Not really know-ing how to ‘work’ a match and perform in the ring, Herk came off the ropes awkwardly and col-lided with Tess.

They landed in a tangled knot together. “You’re wrestling us, you fucking idiot...not the fans!” Tess cussed at him as they rose.

Losing their tempers, Tess and Ava didn’t hold back any more, and put Herk through some brutal holds and added more bruises to his frame.

Through sheer luck, Herk landed close enough to his own corner for a tag to Bootika. Being almost out on his feet, the only thing Herk could do was fall forward towards his partner Bootika.

His face mashed straight into her cleavage, the ring ropes and Bootika’s body being the only thing keeping him upright. “What do ya think you’re doing, butt-head?” shouted Bootika as she pried Herk off of her breasts.

 The official in the ring was trying to keep from laughing, shrugged his shoulders and gave the signal for Bootika to come in.

The audience was laughing hysterically, and numerous people were filming the scene on their private phones. “Technically, that isn’t an official tag by Herk,” said Chet from ringside.

“But the referee’s going to allow it for this special match.” Once he was off of her, Bootika pressed her foot down on the middle rope, so Herk could exit the ring.

When he was halfway through, she deliberately took her foot off the rope, letting it spring back up and mash into Herk’s crotch.

“Oops!” she cried out in mock sympathy for Herk, as he grunted in pain and collapsed to his knees on the ring apron.

Now Bootika was forced to enter the ring.

Tess and Ava glared at her.

Unless it was planned as part of the show, purposefully injuring and turning on your own partner was very much frowned on.

The two lady grapplers showed no mercy, putting her through a variety of powerful holds and leaving Bootika sprawled on her back in the ring semi-conscious. “I haven’t seen a slaughter like this since my last trip to the stockyards, Bill,” said Chet. “The only thing we’re waiting for is for the fat lady to start singing, Chet.” Ava and Tess marched over to Herk, picked him up as though he weighed nothing, and climbed to the top of the third rope where it bent at the turnbuckle.

They formed a mini-pyramid standing on the top rope as they held Herk high above them on their out-stretched arms above their heads, and then sent him flying through the air to land on Bootika. Both Herk and Bootika gave final grunts of pain as the troll crash landed.

Tess and Ava decided that they’d finally had enough revenge for the night.

They sat on top of Herk, pinning him and Bootika at the same time, and flashing smiles for the audience as the referee gave them the three-count for the victory. Ava pointed to Xelex and Quas in the crowd.

“Get in here now!” she called out. Quas quickly entered the ring and gave her a clipboard with the hastily drawn-up contract and the ‘double or nothing’ payment clause in it. “Sign here, so we can get our double payment tonight, buster,” said Tess, looking down at Herk.

“Or do we have to get tough?”

An incoherent groan was Herk’s only answer.

A pen was inserted into his hand and Ava held the clipboard underneath it.

A combination of Ava moving the board and Herk scarcely holding the pen produced a barely legible signature. “Lead the way to the cash office boys,” said Tess, clasping her hands on Quas and Xelex’s shoulders.

“After an easy payday like this, it’s time for a celebration.”

The audience began to file out, and after several minutes, Herk and Bootika had barely moved.

A medical team was called in, and the two of them were taken out on their backs on stretchers.

Due to their ringside seats, they passed close by Harley, Ivy, Rhiannon and Vantha. “Hey!” said Harley as she stared at Herk.

“Shouldn’t his toes be pointing up?” “He looks like hell now,” said Rhiannon.

“But trolls are supposed to be fast healers.” “And I wouldn’t be surprised if Bootika’s up and around quickly too,” said Vantha.

Chapter 17: A Fond Farewell

Early the next morning, Kate and Kaz rose, and tried to find the dining area without success.

After all the events of the previous night, they no longer remembered the exact layout of Cinnebar. Through blind luck, they encountered Herk, along with the Inspector and the two security guards, as they were making a tour of the casino and assessing the damage caused from last night. While Herk instantly recognized them, and wanted revenge after what had happened to him at the mansion after the party, none of them were in the greatest shape for a physical con-frontation.

Herk had assorted bandages on him, one arm was in a sling, and he needed to use a crutch to move around.

But it didn’t stop any of them from putting on a brave front. “Well, if it isn’t my two ‘friends’ from Gerta’s mansion,” Herk gloated.

To him, it was plain that they’d been in some kind of altercation, and probably lost.

“What the hell happened to you ladies… and I use that term loosely...you look like two miles of bad road.” “You’re sure one ta talk, gruesome, after the way you and Bootika got yer asses handed to ya in the wrestlin’ match last night,” Kaz teased, looking at Herk’s battered condition. “I’m a business man now ladies.

Even though we lost last night, I’ll still make a bundle sellin’ the video of all the matches last night.

What’s your excuse for the way you two look?” “For yer information, some of yer male ‘guests’ in the casino wouldn’t take ‘no’ fer an answer when they tried to spend more time with us…” Kate improvised.

“We tried ta be polite about it...” “But we wound up havin’ to tell ’em ‘no’ a little more strongly,” Kaz finished.

There was no way they’d tell Herk what really happened unless they had to. “Of course if you want a ‘rematch’, we’ll be happy to oblige ya…” said Kate, making a fist. Herk just smirked at them.

“I don’t get involved with common roughnecks like you two any more.

But if you’re feeling feisty, you can always go a few rounds with my Security staff.” The sisters took one look at the hulking forms of Maurice and Bruno and quickly decided that discretion was the better part of valor. “All right, we ain’t breakin’ any damned laws,” said Kate. “Just give us directions to the dinin’ area, Herk,” said Kaz. “You two freakazons are walkin’ violations of the laws of nature,” Herk jeered at them, getting rude laughs from his entourage.

“But my Security staff doesn’t enforce those laws.” “You just need to go down that corridor and keep following it, ladies,” said the Inspector, pointing in one direction.

“The dining area will be on your right...you can’t miss it.”

The sisters glared at Herk and stalked off. “Nice touch, Jacques,” said Herk, patting him on the shoulder.

“That route’ll take ’em almost all the way around the whole freakin’ casino to get to the dining area.”

Last night, rooms outside the brothel area had been found for the other ladies, and they all spent the night before going their separate ways.

Leading up to the next morning, the Vectran home world had sent e-mails to Rhiannon and Bootika, asking for updates; Kei and Yuri were also pressured for information on when they would return from the 3WA, especially since they were only there in an advisory capacity. 

Once Rhiannon awoke, she and Vantha arrived at the buffet tables for an early breakfast.

As they ate, they were joined by other women from the night before.

They found out that Angela had already caught a flight on a cruiser to return home earlier in the morning. 

As Bootika arrived in the dining area she was in sorry shape after her ill-advised wrestling match the night before, wearing a neck brace, missing a tooth and walked with a limp. “I guess you’ll probably think twice before picking on any wrestlers now, Bootika,” chided Rhiannon.

Bootika just glared at her.

She was followed by Akima Mars, Kitten and Pandora.

Gerta sat down a few moments later, inquiring about Kate and Kaz. “We had some fun in one of the bedrooms,” said Bootika, “and I left ’em there to sleep it off…”

She decided not to mention the catfight unless she had to. “Did somebody mention us?”

The two sisters walked into the dining area, looking much the worse for wear.

Each was now wearing absurdly oversized sunglasses, still with the hotel price stickers on them.

But even these couldn’t completely cover the bruises they had inflicted on each other last night or the fat lips and chipped teeth on them.

The sight of the sisters made Gerta stop in mid-meal, causing food to fall from her fork back onto the plate. 

“Mein gott, I cannot believe zis!” exclaimed Gerta.

“Who did you two dummkopfs piss off this time?” “Geez, Bootika,” muttered Rhiannon.

“I’d heard rumors that you liked to play rough…” “Don’t blame me!” replied Bootika.

“These two’re great in the sack, but terrible at cards.

They got mad at each other and did this to themselves.” “At least we ain’t as bad at cards as you and Herk are at wrestlin’!” shouted Kaz. “So if ya’ll are through starin’ at us,” said Kate, “we’re gonna get somethin’ ta eat, and then try and find somethin’ fer a headache.” “Yeah...where’s that doctor fella, ‘Xerox’?” asked Kaz. “I think you mean ‘Xelex’,” offered Vantha. “What the hell ever…” mumbled Kate.

“Find the doc and tell him he’s got a house call ta make.

We’ll be takin’ the food back to our room.”

The two of them turned and headed off to load their plates from the buffet tables.

“So, Vantha and I have to head back to Vectra once we’re done here,” said Rhiannon.

“How about the rest of you?” “I vill heading back to earth,” said Gerta, “und trying to keep Kate and Kaz out of trouble.” “You’ll really have your hands full with that job,” said Vantha. 

Gerta just gave her a disgusted glare.

“Please tell me something I do not already know, liebschen.” “I think we can help out on that situation,” said Akima Mars.

“The three of us were talking it over before we got here.

We can’t do what we want to do with Cinnebar as long as Herk’s somehow running it, and as long as it’s filled with this many customers and guests.” “But you’ve probably got contacts in the porn world on earth, right Gerta?” asked Kitten. The Fraulein nodded as she realized what they were leading up to. “And nobody on earth has seen us, until you posted those videos we were in at your party,” added Pandora.

“I’ll bet you’ve already got e-mails and inquiries waiting for you, asking if you can get more material on us.” “I think this can be the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” Gerta replied. “We’ll help by making some films with Kate and Kaz,”

said Pandora. 

“I hope ze two of you know what you are getting yourselves into…” warned Gerta. “We’ve been back and forth across the galaxy, doing it with all kinds of different races,” said Kitten.

“Kate and Kaz will learn to be careful when they do it with us.” “You vill not have to ask zem twice, if they vould like to have sex with you.” “...and remember, it’ll help raise some income too darling,” Akima finished. “And we’ll see if we can give them some ‘charm school’ tips and help smooth out some of their ‘rough edges’,” offered Pandora. “If we’re lucky, you may be able to let Kaz and Kate out on their own and not worry about having to bail them out later,” added Kitten. “By all means, teach zem everything you can...ze need all ze help they can get.” “We’re gonna need a new base of operations for a few months, while we plan our next move,” said Akima.

“And if we really like it, we may stick around longer on earth.”

Earlier that morning, Kei and Yuri had tried to locate Barocca, but couldn’t find her any-where on Cinnebar.

They met the group of women at the dining tables, and after a stern warn-ing from Rhiannon telling them they weren’t allowed on the Delphi 4 without permission, the two agents reluctantly gave up and settled down for the morning meal.

After they finished dining, the group said goodbye to Gerta as she left to find Kate and Kaz, with the three galactic video starlets accompanying her. “All right, let’s do what we came here to do,” instructed Rhiannon.

“Bootika, take notes from Kei and Yuri, and let’s get this inspection or review over and done with.” Several hours later, the group had made a full circuit of Cinnebar, looking high and low and in almost every area. “Kei and Yuri and I will huddle up somewhere and put all this data into a report,” said Bootika.

“I’ll send you a message on the communicator when we’re ready.”

As they waited for the others to return with the final report, Rhiannon and Vantha met Herk in the lobby area after he had surveyed the damage to the casino and hotel. 

“If this doesn’t teach you some manners about how to treat women, nothing will,” said Rhiannon, taking in Herk’s battered condition.

Behind them, Bootika was entering the lobby from another direction. “Ah, those broads were just lucky last night,” grumbled Herk.

“Towards the end, me and ‘Bootsie’ had ’em plenty worried…” “You can say that again gruesome,” Bootika jeered at Herk as she came closer.

“For a few minutes last night, Tess and Ava thought they’d actually killed you.” While they were talking, Kei and Yuri also joined them in the lobby.

Yuri looked like a schoolgirl, her arms loaded down with binders and papers. 

“All right, Herk,” said Bootika, slapping him on the back, and making him grunt in pain.

“Now it’s time for you to really get fucked…” “Sorry franken-babe,” he replied.

“But after last night, this part of Cinnebar…” he pointed at his crotch, “is temporarily out of business...even fer me...and especially ta you.” “That’s not what she meant, numb nuts,” said Kei. “While you were sawing logs sleeping in this morning,” said Rhiannon, “myself, Bootika and our friends from the 3WA were busy.”

She indicated Kei and Yuri.

“We took a nice, long tour around Cinnebar, and boy, did we get an eyeful.” “We found all kinds of health code violations, business and gambling regulations that aren’t followed, taxes and fees that haven’t been paid and lots more,”

said Yuri.

“It’s all here in these papers.”

She held up a printout which unfolded and quickly reached ground level. “W-where’s Xelex and Quas?” stuttered Herk.

“They’re supposed ta be in charge of stuff like this…” “Oh, yes.”

Yuri shoved a large amount of the binders and papers into Kei’s arms, who awkwardly held onto them.

She sorted through the huge stack of papers to find what she wanted.

“Here are their resignations, right here.

They’re just employees, you know...or at least they were.” Herk was too stunned and flabbergasted to say anything. “You might want to schedule another wrestling match, Herk,” said Kei, trying to look around the pile of papers and binders Yuri had forced onto her.

“Believe me, it’ll be a lot less painful than the bill you’re gonna get from the Vectran government.” “Oh, my achin’ back…” exclaimed Herk, as the group of women laughed uproariously at him in the lobby.

Just when Herk thought things couldn’t get any worse, he heard Harley’s voice from behind him. “Hey ‘Jerk-u-lees’!

How about one last drink with us, before we have to hit the road?” “Yeah!

We’re buying!” Ivy called out. Herk instantly recalled everything that had happened to him, a large portion of it caused by these two, and started to become enraged.

Even in his current weakened condition he started to stalk towards them. Suddenly, Kara stepped in front of them with her arms folded in front of her impressive chest.

She gave Herk a look that made his blood go cold. “Go ahead.

Make my day.” Rhiannon and Bootika reached out and grabbed Herk’s shoulders, stopping him from going any further. “You’ve got enough problems as it is, big stuff,” said Rhiannon.

“Don’t worry about those two mischief makers right now.” “Where’s that Angela chick?” asked Herk, as the two women pulled him back.

“I can think of some things I’d like use that lance of hers for on these two snots.” “Wouldn’t do ya any good, pal,” said Bootika.

“I already saw Angela use that danged lance of hers on Harley...and she just enjoyed it.” Herk knew when he wasn’t in a position to do anything to get revenge, and turned his gaze to Kara.

“Just keep these two on a leash, and make sure they don’t cause any trouble.” “Don’t worry, Herk,” replied Kara.

“As soon as Kei and Yuri are done with you, we’ll be leaving.” Then Herk signaled for one of the cashiers to come over and whispered into her ear.

She returned a moment later with some plastic tokens. “Give these to my ‘two friends’ over there,” Herk pointed to Harley and Ivy.

“This’ll keep ’em occupied until they’re ready to leave.” “Hey!” exclaimed Harley as she examined the tokens closer.

“These things are only good for the kiddie arcade area!” “If the shoe fits, wear it, honey.

If yer good enough, you can win enough to trade ’em in for a giant teddy bear or some other prize.”

Ivy and Harley glared at him.

“It’s where you two brats belong, and you’ve already got a chaperon to keep an eye on ya!”

Now Herk turned his attention back to Kei, Yuri and the others. “All right, let’s head to a conference room and get this over with,” he grumbled.

As they walked off the casino floor he turned to Rhiannon.

“Ya know, that Kara chick is just lucky I’ve gotta deal with all this, and didn’t have time to teach her a lesson…” “You’re just damned lucky she pulled her punch the last time she hit you,” Rhiannon snickered.

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Thanks to everyone who’s read this far for reading and enjoying my stories.

I haven’t forgotten about Tiffany, Jordan and the other girls on the Island who started all of this.

The next story arc will focus heavily on these ladies, and feature lots of sexy guest stars from previous stories, comics and pop culture.

Feel free to contact me with feedback and suggestions for other guest stars to use in upcoming stories.