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#Tentacles #Plants #Bimbofication #Inflation

@Norintha@beach.city

A bead of sweat drips down your forehead into your eye. Groaning, you wipe it away, like you have been all day. The deep forest was significantly thicker and deeper than you had expected. Even though the sun almost never reaches the ground, almost all of your journey has been a hot sweaty slog. You ran out of food two days ago, and now as you upend your waterskin, you find you are out of water too. That realization makes you slump forward in despair. You haven't seen anything even as substantial as a stream in days. Not seeing a reason to keep your pack or the waterskin, you abandon them to the forest floor and continue trudging onward. The crude machete is the only piece of your gear that you decide to keep with you. As much for the piece of mind that having a weapon in your hand brings you as it is to cut your way through thick plant life. Pushing on, you continue walking until the midday heat is too much, and you sit in the shade of some plant you don't recognize.

Resting with your back on the thick stalk, you close your eyes hoping to sleep through the worst of the heat. It isn't long before something drops on your forehead. You reflexively wipe it away, much as you have the beading sweat before you realize that nothing should be dripping on you. Opening your eyes and looking up, you see that some thick vine is hanging over your head. You stare up at it and wonder how you missed seeing it for several moments before another drop of liquid falls down on your face.

This time, you wipe the drop with a finger and tentatively taste it. Thin, but sweet, this must be the nectar of one plant or another. The vine is dangling just out of your reach, from where you are sitting. With a hand on your knee, you push yourself up and take hold of the vine. Looking closely at the tip, you see there is still some of the sweet residue. You give the vine a gentle squeeze, and force some nectar to form. Far too exhausted to care, you stick the end of the vine up to your mouth and lick off the liquid.

Whatever else the plant may taste like, the sweetness of the nectar overpowers it. The sugars hit your empty stomach and already you feel strength return to your muscles. Your sweat soaked bodice is clinging to your skin quite uncomfortably and you unlace the front. Your breasts flop out and flow over the unlaced top. Almost instantly you feel notably cooler, and decide to strip off your top completely. After squeezing out as much sweat as you can, you wipe your chest and arms off before dropping the damp clothing on the ground.

You reach for the vine again, and stick the end in your mouth. You squeeze along the last two feet of the vine and suck at the nectar as it starts to hit your tongue. With a little effort, and some lung power you coax out a small mouthful of liquid and swallow hard. A little bit of the sweet nectar dribbles down your cheek and you mop it up with your index finger and suck it clean. Feeling refreshed, but still quite warm you undo the laces of your pants and let them drop to the ground before you step out of them.

Your body feels comfortable for the first time in days, perhaps even since deciding to take your chances in the deep forest. The vine still looks thick, and feels dense and likely still contains some of the nourishing liquid in it. You idly re-adjust your member in the simple cotton undergarment you still have on, and take a small pleasure in unbinding it. You wonder why you didn't as soon as you entered the woods, it isn't like there is anyone to judge you out here.

A second vine falls from somewhere in the canopy and lands on your shoulder, causing you to jump in surprise. Your heart pumps as you look above, trying to find some unseen danger. After several moments you realize that there is nothing coming for you and look at the other vine. It's quite obviously the same sort as the one you had been milking. Being fresher than the vine you first found, you decide to work some nectar out from it as well. With much less trepidation, you grip the end of the vine in your mouth and manage to suck and rub out another good gulp of the liquid.

Having found the strength to continue on, you stretch your arms and limber up your legs. You decide to just carry your damp clothing, hoping that they dry out before the night chill comes. When you stand back up, four of the vines now dangle around you. A brilliant idea pops into your head now, take a vine with you as well. You don't know when you might find something to drink again, let alone something as vitalizing as the nectar. Pulling out the machete from your clothing bundle, you look at the vines, choosing the plumpest one for your target.

You swing the blade, but it never reaches your target as one of the other vines darts in and wraps around your wrist! The blade falls to the ground, and you struggle at the vines with your free hand for mere moments before another vine binds it and roughly pulls your arm back to the side. Struggle as you might, you can free neither arm from the plant's grasp. Fighting the tentacles does seem to have caused even more of them to fall from the canopy.

Your legs are ripped out from under you and you close your eyes as the ground approaches. Two more of the vines wrap around your midsection and instead of hitting the ground, you are yanked upwards. Now you dangle about ten feet in the air, and the vines pull painfully on your limbs. As you cease your struggles, the vines slacken too, and you find the position to almost be comfortable.

The vines continue to shift you around, until you see a large pitcher pod. You begin to struggle on the vines as you approach the pod, head first. The vines holding your wrists pull your arms back with a yank, and cross your back, leaving your arms stuck behind your back. As hard as you fight, you can do nothing to keep the plant from dunking your head into the deep pitcher. You shake and thrash for several seconds, then one of the vines dangles into the pod and forces your mouth open. You cough and gag as the liquid rushes in.

Somehow, the liquid is even thicker and sweeter than the nectar you squeezed from the vines. It's actually wonderful tasting, and you start swallowing it by the mouthful. You are removed from the pod before you manage to drown yourself swallowing the thick, whitish liquid. Your tongue frantically darts around your lips trying to get the dribbling traces before they fall back into the pod.

You continue to hang over the pitcher, completely at the mercy of the vines. Right now though, the only thought in your head is if the plant will let you have more of the thicker liquid. Gradually a burning ache manifests in your chest. Still able to move your head around, you see that your breasts are enlarging before your eyes. You cry out in pain, to no response, as your breasts inflate to the size of your head.

As quickly as it began the pain subsides, you are left admiring your newly enlarged breasts. You are quickly distracted again though, this time the same pain from a few moments ago building in your girlballs. Your eyes water and you bite your lip. Your undergarment strains, and rips before floating to the ground. As the pain subsides, you think you can just see your balls poking out from behind your breasts.

Between the pain, and the fascination with your expanding anatomy you fail to notice more of the vines. A pair of them snake around your breasts, kneading and squeezing them, small waves of pleasure rippling outward. Slow, delicate drops of milk form at your nipples before falling to the ground at the base of the plant.

The plant pulls your legs further apart, and a vine pressed firmly at your ass. The vine pushes in unceremoniously and you open your mouth to scream. No sound leaves your mouth, as a vine darts back in, a slow flow of the nectar oozing down your throat. The vine in your ass probes around and rubs, as pleasurable as the vines rubbing and massaging your breasts.

A final vine falls across your huge balls, if you had the ability or mind left to laugh, you would have found it ticklish. It coils around the delicate girlprick sticking out awkwardly from the extra large girlnuts dangling off you. Between the vine in you and the vine slowly stroking you, you find yourself taken quickly to the edge. Your cheeks start to burn from being left before the point of orgasm.

All you can do now is relax in the grasp of the plant, overwhelmed in the ecstasy of near release. Drops of precum land and mingle with the milk and seep down to the roots of the plant. You can conceive of nothing else than being milked, slowly adding nutrients to your captor, as a feed of the body altering, mind numbing nectar oozes down your throat.

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#Tentacles #Alien

@Norintha@beach.city

Your phone buzzes with a new text message. You know from the pattern that it's Adrienne messaging you from thirty feet away again. You read the message after logging into your phone: 'Hey love, I finally finished it! You should come soon!' She must have finished another of her devices she is always tinkering with. Leaning back in your chair, you think about a response for a moment then send 'You mean I should come down to the basement?' She responds almost instantly 'No silly, stay right where you are I already have everything set up!' “Huh” you say to yourself, wondering what she means by that as you recline in the desk chair. The thought leaves your mind again as you reach for the controller, intending to pick back up where you left off. The next moment you feel something brush against your groin and almost jump out of the chair.

The feeling continues, like someone is trying to undo the fly to your jeans. You lean back and look under the desk, and your heart falls out of your chest from the shock. There is a hand under your desk. Adrienne's hand. And it's trying to reach your girlcock. Now hyperventilating, you close your eyes expecting everything to be normal when you open them again. You can still feel her hand work at the zipper, and then the zizzing noise as she pulls down your zipper.

Without opening your eyes you feel her worm a finger, then two, into your fly to coax your growing member out of your pants. Braving another look, you see her hand is coming from out of the bottom of your desk. Or rather, from a glowing pink hole in the bottom of your desk? It's slightly confusing to see, but she is making it hard to concentrate on. Her hand is firmly wrapped around the base of your member now, pumping up and down rhythmically.

A small moan slips loose from your lips and you just lean back and let her hand do whatever it wants. Her nimble fingers squeeze and pump at your shaft, and tickles at the head of your girldick “Oh Hell!” you shout as the feeling gets more intense. from the corner of your eye you can see that her tongue is sticking out from the hole as well now. The disembodied tongue flicks back and forth at the head of your member, the tongue's stud flashing as it hits a beam of light coming from the lamp.

Your whole body quivers for a moment and you shout out again before letting your load of girlgoo free onto her floating tongue. The hand withdraws through the hole, after giving your girldick a gentle pet. The phone buzzes again as you gather your thoughts and catch your breath. After you put your member away and zip your pants back up, you look at the message Adrienne just left you. 'Come down to my lab, I have something cool to show you!'

After wiping the orgasm from your eyes, you stand and make your way down the hall and to the basement stairs. The light over them has burned out again, so you grip the weathered wood rail as you make your way down to what Adrienne calls her lab. She added a dividing wall and a door to the basement and struck a claim for her workspace. The major difference is she has a pair of work benches and she covered the exposed pipes and wires in the ceiling.

As you pull the door open, you hear a faint humming from the other side, and pink light is pouring out from the cracks in the door jamb. You see Adrienne in a white button-up and denim overalls standing by one of the benches, which has the source of the pink light glowing away on it. “Babe, wait until you see this!” She says excitedly as she sees you walk in. She reaches up from her tip toes to kiss you before turning back to the work bench.

“Well I figure that as you were there for the test run, you must be as excited as I am! One of Adrienne's hands idly reaches for one of her tightly curled locks. You know that she always plays with her hair when she gets excited and you can't help but think it's adorable. “Yeah, that was just amazing you made some kind of port...” She energetically cuts you off “Portholes! Yes I invented a trans-spacial porthole! I call it such as the holes are generated by these little ports.” She points at the small device on the bench, with the pink saucer sized light glowing.

You lean forward to get a better look. A small metal cube with four metal arms extending from it, the tip of each arm is projecting part of the porthole, as your girlfriend calls them. “I snuck one onto the bottom of your desk this morning, by the way... I hope you aren't mad.” You look back at her grin, hand in her curls again. You grin and lean down for a kiss. “Oh uh, don't use the hair dryer or the microwave when one of these are on. They are kind of power intensive.

“You are sure these are safe, right?” You ask, with a tinge of trepidation in your voice. Adrienne scrunches her face in the way she does when she isn't totally sure of an answer. “Oh yes, totally safe. I know exactly how they work and you have nothing to worry about. Now, why don't you go back up to your desk and I'll let you know when we need to do another test.” She grabs your hips and twists them back to the door. Taking the hint, you kiss the top of her head and walk back up to the rest of the house.

Before you return to your desk, you change from your jeans into a loose skirt. Feeling like you have done your part for science you return to your computer, and pick back up where you had left off in your game. You hope that Adrienne will run another surprise test so you try not to get too invested. Another thirty minutes pass and you start to hit the zone and relax in your chair.

Suddenly the power flicks off, and you are left alone in the near dark. The pink glow from under the desk is now the only illumination. A slightly moist probing presses through your skirt, and stimulates your girldick. You consider lifting up the skirt yourself so your girlfriend's tongue can find it's goal easier. Before you make up your mind though, you feel the skirt moving and your member being licked.

You lean back in the chair, and lazily spread your legs open. A gentle tickle at your girlballs and a wetness around your ass draws your attention to the pink hole open under your desk. That is when you see that it isn't Adrienne's tongue but two purple writhing tentacles probing beneath your skirt. You sit up, apparently startling whatever is playing with you as one of the tentacles wraps around your hard girlcock.

Try as you might, you can't push yourself away from the desk. You see your phone buzzing away, Adrienne asking for you to come down to the basement now and help her. Another pair of the purple tentacles push out from under the desk and grab your arms, wrapping them to the arms of the chair. You tip as far back as the chair can go. Now that your arms are restrained the tentacle around your girlshaft unwinds and goes back to teasing you.

As much as your first impulse is to struggle, waves of pleasure ripple from your member. You realize that you are breathing deeply from the stimulation. The second tentacle is joined by a third, which plays with your balls. The tentacle as your ass slowly pushes into you while your member peeks out from under the hem of your skirt. The tentacle finally flicks the damp skirt up and over your waist.

The slick, slightly ribbed tentacle in your ass pushes and pulls, the sensation leaving your legs slack. Watching near helplessly you see the tentacle flick at the head of your member before the end of the tentacle opens and engulfs your girlprick. Muscles inside of the tentacle ripple and undulate all along your member. Finally, your eyes nearly cross and you shoot a load of girlcum inside of the tentacle.

The creature doesn't let you go though. The tentacle in your ass continues to pound you into the chair until you feel a warm liquid filling you. The tentacle withdraws with a slick plop and the cluster withdraws back to where it came from. Laying unbound in the chair you continue to catch your breath for several more minutes. Finally, you are able to push yourself back from the desk and stand up.

You half stumble your way down to the basement to find Adrienne laying on the floor, looking like she has come repeatedly. She snaps to attention as you wave your hand in front of her face. “We may have a small problem” she mumbles as she pushes herself up to her feet. You nod, asking “What was that? How did that happen?” Adrienne ignores your questions and points back to the work bench. “It took my design documents!” She trails off as you turn to face the workbench.

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#Furry #TF #Accident #Bimbofication #Drugs #Magic

@Norintha@beach.city

“Coming!” You yell, to whoever is knocking at your door. Your phone says it's almost three, and you are expecting your friend Sarah to visit today. Sarah is, as a matter of fact standing in the hallway of your apartment building. She walks in and slips off her tennis shoes next to yours. The muscular woman hands you her purse “I just need to freshen up, I have a few jars of weed in there if you want to pack one.” You nod, taking the bag to the living room as Sarah walks through the kitchen. The sound of clinking glass comes from the purse as you set it down on your coffee table. You dig around and find several jars, some potpourri and some pot. Jack Harrer, Cherry Pie, Lemon Haze, all names you recognize. The last jar at the bottom of the bag however, Magic Nip, is a strain you don't know. Its name is written in a wispy handwriting, and looks like a re-purposed jar. You grab the bong from its place by the table and crack the jar open, excited to try a home grown strain.

The jar smells of a musky pine and the contents are well cured, just a couple spins of your grinder and you have a bong load. A flick of your lighter later and you pull the smoke through the bong and deeply into your lungs. Reclining with your eyes closed, you slowly let the smoke crawl out your nose. A tingle runs from your forehead, to the back of your head, and down your spine. Not waiting for Sarah to get back, your take another rip of the bong.

As you pull the last of the bowl through the bong, Sarah returns from her trip to the bathroom. She is wearing a tight workout top that shows off both her breasts and the six pack below them, contrasted with an above the knee skirt which flows around a bulge before flowing freely. She bends over the jars you pulled out and left on display. “Which jar did you use?” she asks while sniffing the air. Your head is spinning as the bowl you smoked courses through your body.

She takes the bong from your hands before you can risk dropping it. You point shakily at the jar at the end of the line. Sarah picks the jar up to see the label “Well, I wouldn't have suggested this one but what is done is done. Just relax and let it happen. I'll be here to take care of you.” Her words float through your head and you can hardly grasp the meaning. The brain fuzz from that bong was more intense than you expected, and are having problems remembering what you were just doing.

About the only thought in your head right now is how hot the room is getting. Without noticing, your breathing has gotten deeper and your tee shirt feels like its fighting you with every breath. Forgetting your friend is across the table from you, you start to try to peel your top off. “Here, let me help you before you rip it” Sarah works the fabric over your breasts and shimmies the shirt up over your head and along your arms. “Just lay back now, you might find the next few minutes disconcerting but I will guide you through it.”

You hadn't realized how nice Sarah is until now. Sarah helps you lay down on the couch and straddles your tummy. Her weight over you feels so nice, and the poking from her expanding bulge suggests she is enjoying it too. A ringing starts in your head and rapidly grows in intensity. You cradle your head in your arms, and hardly notice that it feels different than before. Your ears are shifting to the top and your face aches as it elongates.

“Uuuuuunng” you moan as your breasts begin to ache as hard as your head does. Sarah sees you writhe as the effects course though you and begins to knead your breasts in her hands. The burning pain fades as she works your flesh in her hands. The aching drains from your head, before the tingling burn travels down your spine and intensifying above your ass. “Oooohhrrrrow, hurtsss” is all you can utter as you wriggle underneath of Sarah.

“Oh yes, the tail” is all she says before she works a hand underneath you and helps you flip over to laying on your stomach. She undoes the button on your jeans, and pull them down to your knees. You can feel her hard girlcock bounce on your ass as she massages where the last of the painful tingle starts to fade. “How are you feeling, little one?” Sarah asks you. “Is it starting to feel good?” You mumble and slowly thrust your ass towards her stiff member. Turning back and looking over your shoulder at her “Please?” is all you are able to utter.

Sarah smiles warmly at you and reaches up to your head and scratches behind one of your ears. It feels so good, tingles run all the way down to the base of your spine. There is an intense, but not uncomfortable warmth building in your girlcock and rear. As you watch Sarah, you see something gray and fuzzy wave back and forth. A tail? Your tail? You watch it mesmerized before the warmth in you pulls your attention away again. From the awkward position on the couch you can only weakly thrust your hips back as Sarah.

Your friend stands up, muscular legs running up to the bottom of her skirt. The skirt itself is doing nothing to hide her erection. She pulls the skirt up and her thick girlcock stares back at you, it looks so delicious, but so fun. Arching your back you try to shove your hips towards her girldick as you try to reach it with your mouth as well. Sarah smiles, and runs a hand down your back. “Silly kitten, you can't do both at once.” You cock your head to the side at her, not sure what she means.

Sarah moves the table to the side and pats the floor. “Come down here if you really want it.” You crawl over to her on all fours before facing away from her again, your tail flicking wildly back and forth. She reaches a hand around your hip and feel her gently touching your member, and feel the burning heat mellow out. Your arms waver and fall out from under you, leaving you laying cheek and breasts down. This new position doesn't seem so bad to you as long as Sarah keeps rubbing your sensitive cock head.

As soon as her hand pulls away, the heat builds back up. You mutter “More, please” and slowly wiggle your hips at her. From your angle you just barely see her arm moving somewhere under her skirt. Sarah gets down to her knees, right behind you. You feel her hard girldick work at your entrance, and she rests one hand between your shoulders, and presses down holding you in place. Sarah's girlshaft pushes in and her hips slide to your ass, The hot ache starts to die away again as she does.

Sarah's hips pull away and pauses for a moment, before she pushes back into you. She does this a second, and then a third time, before pushing and pulling without stopping. Her member slowly, steadily pumps away inside of you. Her girlcock filling you feels so good, you hardly notice that her hand has returned to stroking your member. Sarah's fingers nimbly run along your shaft, and you melt in her hands. You wouldn't try moving from this position even if she wasn't holding you down with her other hand.

The hand on your member delicately teases the underside while pumping faster and faster. Your cheeks burn as Sarah carefully pushes you to the edge, then slows back down. Her hips don't spare your ass and her girldick keeps pounding into you even as her hand drifts to the base of your shaft and her fingertips knead into your bouncing girlsack. Your breathing deepens, even as Sarah slows down you feel a growing wave of pleasure from deep inside.

You feel Sarah's hips roughly bang into your rear harder and harder now. She makes several more full strokes of your member as the ripples of pleasure expands outwards from your core. The orgasm twitches and shudders through your body and you squirt a puddle of girlcum out onto the floor. Beads of Sarah's sweat drop onto your back, as she leans forward and steadies herself. With one hand holding you down, her other hand on the floor she is able to push harder into you.

You hear a guttural, almost beastly, grunt near your ear, and feel Sarah's thick girldick twitch as she thrusts one final time. Her hand moves from between your shoulder blades, to grasping you by the shoulder and pulls you close as she fills your ass with her girlseed. Her heavy breath on your neck sends tingles flowing through your body again and she spends a moment before withdrawing from you. Sarah lays down next to you and drapes an arm around your midsection.

Purring happily now, you look at Sarah again and nuzzle the muscular arm that is cuddling you. “Yours”, you say to her matter of factly. She looks at you smiling and sighs slightly “Well, I can't let you just be a stray. Plus you can hardly take care of yourself in this state. I'll need to get you a collar though.” You just lean into her cuddling you and repeat “Yours.” as you fall asleep in her arms.

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#Threesome #Drugs #Crime #Long

@Norintha@beach.city

You look at the hand written directions. Is that a 23 or a 25? Damn it, why did they say to leave your phone at home and write the directions by hand? That's a bit paranoid even for this. Shaking your head you turn left. “Twenty three it is.” You say to no one in particular. The rolling grassland melts along. Speckled with the occasional house far off in the distance. 'Only house on Barnstorm Road' Simple enough, though it's two boring more hours until you find the turn and you can't see a house in the distance at all. Pushing forward you speed on down the road, figuring if there is only one house you might as well take it at 100 miles an hour. Fifteen minutes later a house comes into view. Modest single story house with two vehicles parked out front. You recognize the late model beater Jan drives, and assume the truck belongs to Ramona. You smile, remembering Jan driving that thing back in high school. It was a piece of garbage a decade ago. Time and living out here certainly wasn't kind to it. Pulling your car in next to Jan's you park and get out. Stretching in the warm sun feels good, and you pop your back as you walk to the front door. Knocking firmly on the door several times you then cross your arms and wait for someone to answer. Some shuffling at the door and it opens wide.

“Welcome! It's great to see you again after all this time! Mona dear, she is here now!” A woman with short hair, about five nine walks in. You don't recognize her but obviously she is Jan's wife Ramona. Sighing she waves halfheartedly at you. “Don't be like that dear, you wanted the best driver I know and here she is.” Yeah, but why did she have to be one of your old girlfriends?” Jan rolls her eyes. “Can we just focus on the job? She drove way out here to make help us all make a good chunk of money.” Rubbing her forehead with one head Ramona responds “Yeah, yeah. Ok you two follow me into my little command center.”

“I have spent weeks doing the preliminary work here. Selecting our target, the time of day, our in and out, and down to our gear.” Ramona starts her talk as the three of you walk to a room at the end of the house. Flipping on a light you see the room is almost a small armory. No windows at all and a rack of riles, shotguns, and pistols. On the far wall, a white board with an overlay of the south west United States projected onto it from a phone. A small circle about a hundred miles from the national border draws your attention. “That where we are hitting?” You ask as you point to it. “I am getting there” Ramona says curtly.

“As I was saying this job has been meticulously planned. It's a small bank, in a small town so out of the way you can't hardly find it on the internet. Mostly farm and ranch land, no super centers but it's not drying up and dying either. By my math they should keep well over a quarter million in the vault. We just need the last bits of intel to finish the actual assault plan.” You balk at the number and roll your eyes when you hear the plan isn't completed. “I thought you said that you two were ready for me to do some work, Jan” You cross your arms and consider the shitty drive back home facing you. “Hon, just trust us ok? We do have something for you to do right now.” Jan says as she gently takes hold of your forearm.

Ramona draws your attention back to her. “As I was getting to where you come in. Jan and I are the ones actually going into the bank, we can't really go check out the inside ourselves the day before we hit the place. But you, the driver, sure can. Who cares if a teller sees you or your face ends up on the cameras, you won't step foot in the bank the day of the job.” You pace over to the gun rack “Still sounds a little slipshod. Just have me pop up look around and leave? I am sure that would garner attention after the fact.” Ramona nods “Yeah it sure would make you look suspicious, which is why that isn't the way it's gonna go down.”

You hear a bubbling noise from behind you, and when you turn you see Jan exhaling a cloud of smoke. Breathing in and coughing, your eyes water. Powerful stuff. “Damn it, baby. She was having a hard enough time following along without you getting her high.” Jan pulls on the bong again, while walking past you. She reaches up and embraces Ramona with a kiss, and you can see trails of smoke from Jan passing the hit to Ramona. “Yeah but Mona darling, you needed something to help you lighten up.” The taller woman laughs slightly as the smoke pours out of her mouth and nose. Rubbing her eyes with her thumb and index finger she clears her throat.

“As I was saying, before my wife so kindly interrupted me, is that you are going to take a trip from your home down to El Paso. I have listed each stop you are going to take. And you will do a small amount of banking business at each stop. That way when you actually stop and case the bank we care about you won't stand out like a sore thumb instantly.” You raise your hand, not wanting to cut Ramona off again. “Yes? I would really like to finish this sometimes today” You make your question brief: “Why can't you just pull this info off the internet? Seems easy enough to find to me.” “Well towns kinda smartened up over the years and realized bank and governmental floor plans shouldn't be open for inspection any more. And the only thing easier to find online than information, is who was looking for that information.”

Sitting back in your chair, you let Ramona finish. “Now you need to go around the building, find the back exit and parking. When you are inside, look for the cameras and guards. I assume you can count. Memorize the layout as well. When you get to El Paso we will meet you at the hotel and we will finish the final planning.” Ramona gets up and walks over to the phone and turns the projector off. “And I saw you roll your eyes at the take, remember this town only has three police cars. It's not a huge fortune; but we could get away to spend it.” You can't fault Ramona's logic there. Standing you grab the bong Jan set down and pull a rip from it yourself, finally relaxing from the long drive.

Exhaling your own cloud, you see Jan has has crawled on top of Ramona. She always was turned on by thrill seeking, but this is a new level. You watch the two women kiss, Ramona's hand tracing down Jan's side and hangs on the waist of her tight jeans. Their hips grind together while Jan snakes her hands up Ramona's top. The taller woman cries out loudly. Embracing again, Ramona works Jan's pants down to her knees. Jan's small bulge pokes out from her panties, while you can just tell Ramona's much larger member is straining on her own jeans. Jan leans onto Ramona's shoulder as the other woman slowly works Jan's girldick.

Ramona cries out, Jan having bitten her shoulder. Ramona works her girlfriend's dick faster before the smaller woman collapses on the bigger woman. Jan pushes herself down off the chair a few seconds later, and fumbles with the fly to Ramona's pants. She turns to you and asks you to bring the bong over. Blushing when you realize that the women know you are there you silently do as asked. Jan takes another hit before starting to lick and suck at Ramona. Trails of smoke come from the corners of Jan's mouth. Ramona holds Jan's head down to her crotch, forcing her dick down Jan's throat.

Ramona groans and curls forward, her load shooting off into Jan. “Yo driver, bong me!” she barks roughly at you. Feeling slightly strange about watching your ex and her partner have sex while discussing a bank job, you hesitate before lighting the bong once more. “Don't be so uptight, Mona really likes a show.” Ramona scowls at her partner for letting that secret out, then grabs the bong from you and lighting it herself. Coughing, she leans back into her chair smoke trailing from her nose. Jan waves the bong at you “One more for the road babe?”

Groaning, you kill the bowl, and stretch before getting out of the chair you were in. Jan bounces up and gives you a tight hug and walks you out the door. The harsh midday light is jarring after being in the windowless room. The car seat burns and you curse quietly as your arm touches the hot leather. Pulling out, you begin the long drive back home. While long the drive is uneventful, giving you lots of time to think about the job in a few days. Mentally preparing yourself to up heave your whole life, such that it is, you go through the list of things to watch for when in the target bank.

Packing up a bag of clothes and the few pieces of electronics you have, it doesn't take you long to clear out your apartment of anything of value to you. Calling the hotel to book a room is the last thing you do the next day before locking up and pulling out of your parking spot for the last time. Pulling onto the highway, the gravity of what you are committing to is hitting you. You could turn back around and go home. Tomorrow would be another work day like any other. Those two would can go off and do their own thing. Somehow none of the thoughts reach your gas pedal or steering wheel.

The miles drone on, as you follow the pattern that Ramona had laid out for you. Stopping at the closest small town to each 150 miles you stop at the local bank, and withdraw money to gas up. Each town is different and yet the same. A main street called Main Street with a diner and general store somewhere within the same mile and a bank. None of these towns, if you can call them that, seem like they could support much more, and certainly only have banks because a hundred years ago there was a reason to be there. Stopping in some small highway side hotel late in the night, you go through the list for casing the bank tomorrow.

Your alarm buzzes, swiping it off you see it's ten thirty. Waking with a start, you realize you are late for work. Swinging out of bed, you realize that you aren't in your room. Waking up fully, you remember now. No more work days for you, one way or another. Too late for the continental breakfast, you check out to a grumbling stomach. How much of it is hunger and how much anxiety you aren't really sure, but you pull back onto the highway intent on stopping at the next diner or fast food you find on this trip. It's midday when you finally reach the exit for the target town. Taking the south exit you squint, unable to see anything in the distance.

Passing by a sign advertising gas, it appears the town is a good 20 miles out from the highway. Noting a local police car behind the sign you think to make a mental count. You pass by all sorts of ranch land all squared off with barbed wire. Signs advertising cattle auctions and fresh milk. Compared to what you were expecting, this town is booming. The pockmarked road however tempers your expectations. Two lanes and rattling your car every inch of the way. Pulling into the diner parking lot you stand and stretch.

You enter the diner and take a seat at a table, looking over the menu already in place. When the waitress shows up you order a burger and fries, just wanting to get back going. At the far end is sitting another of the town's police officers. Out the far window of the diner you can see his car parked. Your meal arrives, and is perfectly forgettable. The cop spends your entire meal leafing through a newspaper and nursing a bottomless mug of coffee. Laying down a twenty without waiting for the bill, you tell the waitress to keep the change as you mentally note the second vehicle.

Pulling out of the parking lot, you exhale as the police car still in the lot fades into the distance. Much to your surprise there is an intersection with a stop light in the town. A third police car passes through the intersection as you sit at the red light. When your light is green you turn the way the police car had come from. Minutes down the road you finally find the bank. Circling around the building, you take a parking spot in the back. Noting an exit in the back as you walk to the front. No ATM, just a drop box as you enter the building. An older man in a brown security firm hat sits on a stool, reading his own newspaper hardly notices you enter.

Looking around under the guise of popping your neck, you see a camera bolted to the far wall to the right. A single sad looking cubicle is also to the right. On the back wall is a glass windowed door with the word 'Banker” slowly peeling off the glass. Three teller booths, with brass bars, stand on the left. A lone teller waits at the booth, the other two slots both with “see next teller” signs up. Passing your card to her, so she can manually pull up the account, you note the swinging counter between the teller's side of the counter and your own.

As the teller hands you your money and card. You see there is another camera, behind the tellers watching them work. A door that leads to the safe sits under the teller's camera. Thanking the woman, you turn and leave. Committing the details of the bank to your memory you pass by the inattentive guard and exit the building. Biting your lip, you casually stroll back to your car and start the engine. Leaving past the rear of the bank, you see the banker has a window with a simple screen. Driving under a power line leading to the bank, your radio warbles for a moment as you turn back onto the road.

Stopping at the same light you did before, you see a police car drive past. You recognize the driver as the cop from inside the diner and notice the front left quarter panel of his car has mostly caved in. Adding at to your list of interesting things you saw while in town, you make the right turn and continue down. Passing the diner you ate at and some time later the same police car sitting behind the same sign advertising gas in town. Clicking your tongue to yourself, you think that this town probably hasn't seen anything more serious than a jaywalker in the last twenty five years. They have no idea what they are in for.

Your schedule takes the rest of the day to finally get to the hotel in El Paso. The city traffic is painfully slow compared to the hundreds and hundreds of miles of highway you drove the last several days. The hotel itself is packed, whatever convention that is happening is already in full swing. Walking from the desk through the lobby, you find Ramona and Jan among the patrons milling around. Pulling you by the arm, Ramona starts “Come on, we don't have time to gawk. I want to pick your brain and put the finishing touches to the plan.” Jan bounces along “Yeah I need to unwind from all that driving, and can't do it out here.”

The smaller woman pushes past you as soon as the light on the door lock flicks green. You hear her shoes clatter on the wall as she kicks them off. Ramona and yourself are hardly in the room before Jan has stripped her top and bra off. Almost tripping over herself as she works her jeans off, she beelines straight to the bathroom and you hear the shower turn on. Ramona pushes past you and cracks the bathroom door open “Not yet, don't you dare. I want you level headed for this.” Jan, now just in a pair of white panties that show off her package, walks back out with a dejected look on her face “I was just getting the room steamy enough.”

Ramona pulls a small marker board from her suitcase and tosses you a marker. Without needing to be told, you draw the layout of the bank as you remembered it. Camera on the wall to the right. Banker office to the back right, adding in the window you saw out back. Teller cages and swinging counter. Ramona seems obviously pleased with the results. “There might be more to you than driving after all. Alright so you drop us off at the door, and pull around back. We walk in and I take the guard. Jan will spray the wall camera with paint and I will sweep the lobby. She will pull the banker from his office and make him open the vault while I round up anyone who is inside before forcing them into the vault. Drill out a few lock boxes, out through the window and then South we go.

“Monaaaaaaa!” Jan whines, her cheeks flushed. “Yes yes, go get in the mood.” The woman turns to face you. “Go join her, you've had a long day and tomorrow isn't going to be easy.” The woman turns back to her suitcase and starts digging through it. Not one hundred percent sure what just happened you walk over to the door, your eyes still on Ramona. She is now laying out clothing on the bed. Opening the door, a wall of steamy hot air rolls out. “In or out, close the door!” Jan snaps. Jumping in fast you shut the door behind you. The shower is running full blast and Jan is standing at the counter with her bong.

“Hot steamy water keeps the smell from lingering.” She says matter of factly. Bubbling, she pulls through a hit and passes it to you. The two of you pass it back and forth until it's empty. Feeling more relaxed now you stretch and move to the door. Jan pulls your shoulder gently. “You are a little overdressed” She says as she tugs at your waistband. “I talked Mona into giving you a chance tonight.” She smiles impishly and bites her bottom lip. Swallowing, you think for a second, before undoing your fly. Stripping down to your panties, you follow Jan out of the bathroom.

Ramona, dressed in supple black leather. Her well defined body showing through the skintight outfit. A mean looking crop in hand, she taps the bed and Jan bounds over. Crawling on the mattress on all fours, she stays obediently as Ramona attaches a collar to her neck “My little slut brought a friend to play, did she?” Jan looks over her shoulder at you. Slipping out of your bra, you walk over next to the bed and crawl onto it, joining Jan. “Mmmm someone is on their best behavior tonight.” Ramona smacks Jan's ass with the crop thrice. “You could learn something from your little friend here” She punctuates the sentence with a smack to your ass.

You whimper and strain not to break the position. Jan laughs and you hear the crop on her ass again. “If you can't stay quiet, I have a use for that mouth of yours.” Ramona walks in front of the two of you and slides her member out of the leather pants. Thick, and slick looking, she waves it in front of Jan before grabbing a handful of her hair and shoving her girlcock down Jan's throat. Ramona calls out softly and wobbles a moment before she steadies herself. “Get to work on her, but don't distract her.” Ramona lifts the waist of Jan's panties up with the crop before letting it snap back into place.

Turning around on the mattress, you work Jan's panties down to her knees. She lifts her legs up one at a time, letting you work the panties off the rest of the way without missing a beat. Ramona taps your shoulder with the crop, before tapping the bed under Jan. Getting on your back you get under Jan from the side and reach up, licking at her girldick. She makes a slight noise as you do, and her member already half hard grows in your mouth. Sliding her cock in and out of your mouth slowly, her body trembles and the crop hits your side. “Pace yourself” Ramona admonishes.

Slowing down, Jan stops quivering and more intense sucking sounds build up to your right. “Fuck yes, that is it, slower babe.” Another crop to Jan's ass “I said slowwwwwwwer.” The bed starts to shake, and you grab Jan's thigh to keep yourself under her. The crop taps your chest. “You stay there, I'm gonna ride this one while you keep sucking on her.” Ramona drags the tip of the crop around the edge of the bed as she walks. and gets her knees onto the mattress. A hand smacks Jan's thigh. “Hope you are ready for this. Otherwise it might be a shock.”

As Ramona spreads Jan's legs apart, Jan kicks one of Ramona's legs out from under her. Ramona lands on the mattress and Jan leaps on top of her, the tag on the collar jingling. “I think that you are the one getting ridden tonight” Jan tells Ramona as she pins down Ramona's shoulders with her knees. Rolling to the end of the bed, to give them room to work this out, you watch the two women roll and struggle to end up on top. The bigger woman ends up on top of Jan, but Jan has her legs wrapped around Ramona's head. She grabs what little hair she can from Ramona and pulls the other woman towards her hard girldick.

Ramona struggles but is losing and soon Jan locks her legs in place giving Ramona little option but to suck off Jan. The smaller woman arches her back in pleasure. “Forget how good she is at this. She still needs her ass filled though, you should do it.” Ramona doesn't make another sound, but rather shakes her ass in the air at you. Repositioning yourself behind her, you grab Ramona's hips in your hands. She shakes her ass at you again, and you give it a slap. Jan grins and thrust her wife's face deep into her groin. Ramona groans as you push your cock into her. Grabbing her hips again, you pull yourself firmly against Ramona.

Jan leans back a little, and pulls Ramona off of you. Then she thrusts back, pushing her wife back onto your girldick. The two of you start to pass the muscular woman back and forth like a ping-pong ball. Jan suddenly grabs hold of Ramona's head with both hands and curls over her wife. Holding the woman in place, Jan pumps a load into her mouth. You can just her Jan whisper “Suck me clean, we both know you want it.” Ramona evidently complies as Jan lets out several more soft coos. before pulling her member out of Ramona. Keeping one handful of Ramona's hair, Jan pulls her head to the mattress “Now, finish off our friend and you can get off too.”

Sitting on the back of her wife's head, Jan reaches under Ramona and slowly pumps the woman's hard shaft. Slowing your thrusting to match Jan's speed, you hear Ramona whine. Then the woman starts to show off her strength, thrusting firmly back onto your hips before driving back into her wife's tender hand. She bucks back and forth, you digging your fingers into her hips to stay in her. Pounding back as you steady yourself, she just responds by going faster. Jan squeezes Ramona's head with her knees, but that just makes Ramona work faster. A pool of warm pleasure builds inside of you. Pounding faster the pleasure pushes inside of you harder and harder.

Finally the dam breaks and you thrust deeply into Ramona, thick girljuice filling her insides. Her wife, seeing you shudder with pleasure and release, leans into the handjob and wastes little time letting her wife finally come over the edge herself. Getting off from on top of Ramona, Jan says “Just come to bed with us tonight. You can always have a shower tomorrow.” Looking at the clock, it's quite late. Deciding to take the women up on the offer you pull the sheets up over the three of you and drift off to a rough sleep.

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The rain is coming down unusually hard tonight. You tighten your cloak as wait at the door. The least they could have done is let you wait inside, while they see if the Boroughmaster will see you. It doesn't seem like many people have been interested in the Boroughmaster's offer. Even the tavern keep scoffed once he heard why you were here. You thought he was just a prick, but now you are starting to doubt the whole thing. The idea of going back to the tavern and waiting the rain out starts to sound appealing. Thunder claps and you tug your cloak tighter still. It's dark, you could pretend to be someone else and try again in an hour when the rain is done. More like tomorrow, with how unreasonable it seems to be to expect to see the Boroughmaster at this early hour. Gritting your teeth in the cold you brace yourself for the walk back. As you begin to turn, the door opens again. “The Boroughmaster will see you, but do make it quick. My master enjoys his solitude.” With a nod you follow the footman inside.

A fire roars off to your left, someone seated in an overstuffed chair. The footman waves you in that direction and quickly steals away to some other part of the residence. Several bookcases line the walls as you approach the Boroughmaster. “Boroughmaster, I have come...” “Yes yes, please remove yourself from the rug.” Looking at your feet, you see that you are standing on quite a large bear skin rug. A slightly muddy rug now you see as you take a step back. The man makes an audible sigh.

“Yes, you have come why? I have no need of a governess, and every other position I may need is already filled.” Taking a deep breath to regain your composure you respond “I was under the belief that you needed to have some vermin disposed of.” “Vermin? Rats? We don't have rats.” The gangling older man reaches for a bell and rings it three times. The footman returns moments later. “Please show the rat catcher the door, perhaps direct her to the tavern, I am sure those sorts would have need of her services.”

“The vampire! I am talking about the vampire!” You say with a degree of exasperation. “The vampire? Oh yes, bring me its head and You'll get your pay. Though, you look a little green to be out hunting the eternally damned.” Before you can defend your reputation, the Boroughmaster waves his hand and the footman takes you by the arm. It takes all your self control to not reach for your blade, as you remember that this isn't some bar you can just walk away from after.

'What pompous old tit appointed that pompous old tit?' You think to yourself as you are thrust off into the night. The rain is still coming down, and the fire had ruined what small resistance to the cold you had built from the travel and wait. 'Where does he get off calling someone green? He hasn't slain the creature, and he isn't offering nearly enough for anyone else to answer. Just because he happens to be right this time.' You continue to curse the man silently as you count out the coins in your purse, hoping to be able to at least spend a few hours nursing a drink, if not asleep in a bed.

Reaching the tavern again, you return to the smoke filled building. The weak fire was more embers than flame, but with all the windows closed as much smoke as heat filled the common room. Placing four dirty coins onto the counter you ask for a drink and a room. “Aye, I can do both.” The muscular man says as he places your money under the bar. He points to a door to the side of the bar, and pours off a weak looking beer and thrusts it towards you. Without another word you down the watery drink in one long pull of the mug.

You stumble off through the door, your head dimly aware of the beer. A sliver of light pours in from a tiny window. You see a straw filled mattress dimly. The room stinks of filth and rot, but it's dry and slightly warmer than outside. You wouldn't dare lie on the bare mattress naked, but your clothes will do. You do pull your sword from its scabbard and leave it by the side. You give your wet cloak a few swift flicks to get the worse of the water off. Finally deciding it's as dry as it will get, you lay down on the mattress and pull the cloak over you as a blanket.

Loud knocking at the door greets you in the morning. “Clear out! It's morning now and your coin was for the night.” A loud groan leaves your mouth, as you reach for your scabbard and sword. The only other thing you brought with you, a small kit full of the tools of your trade, is still laced into the side of the cloak. Your back aches from the poor quality mattress, and you stand stiffly, but you push open the door, and pass the tavern master.

The morning light is harsh on your eyes still, but even squinting you can see what must be the creature's home. As you leave Breyton, a branch of the road splits off and leads into the woods. The sign has been marked through to read certain death, and the branch hasn't seen use in many years. You hope that you don't stumble on a bear like the one that made the rug you saw last night as you set out down the dilapidated road.

You keep your hand on the hilt of your blade, in case something were to dive from the woods to accost you. It doesn't take long to notice that there isn't any wildlife, other than the occasional bird. Somehow that knowledge doesn't make you take your hand off of your blade. The road continues to wind through the woods, eventually reaching a river. The covered bridge that spans the river looks as poorly maintained as the road, and gives you pause.

Off in the distance you see the creature's castle sitting on a hill. That sight gives you the resolve to test the bridge. It creaks and groans but the bridge stays standing as you cross. You trudge onward, the morning sun rising towards midday. It should still be daylight by the time you reach the castle. This should be easy enough, and even the poor pay will keep you out of the rain for long enough to properly dry out.

It's now that you notice that while the road itself is ramshackle, none of the plants are overgrowing into it. As if nature herself was too offended to try to reclaim the land. That thought sends a chill down your back, and is the first time you have second guessed the wisdom of your plan. You grip the sword's hilt harder as you continue to trek to the castle, the rest of your journey is in silence, save for the occasional caw of a crow.

The woods clear out as you reach the peak of the hill. The gate through the outer wall is open and you draw your sword before stepping through. To your left you see stables, no sign of any horses from what you can tell though. The courtyard extends around the edges of the inner keep and presumably meets behind the structure. The keep's heavy looking wooden doors sit shut.

You take a deep breath and position yourself to give the door a mighty shove. As your shoulder makes contact with the door, both halves swing open effortlessly. You stumble but catch yourself before falling to the ground. The foyer is lit with the waining day's sunlight and a candlelight chandelier. A tattered rug leads to a grand staircase leading to a second floor balcony. There are several doors to either side of the staircase, all of the closed.

You almost jump out of your skin as the front doors close with a slam. No matter how hard you tug on the brass ring, the door refuses to budge. Turning your back to the door, you see that a path of candles lights the staircase. Instead of just taking the invitation up, you check each door in the foyer in turn. None of the three doors on the left move at all.

Your heart races as you approach the first door on the right. Someone is crying on the other side. Like the other doors, this one refuses to move even as you throw yourself against it. Finally, you wedge the end of your blade between the door and the wall and force the door open. The end day sunlight pours into this room, bathing the room in a goldenrod glow. The room is well appointed, with a desk and mirror, a fine bed, and a nightstand.

A young woman lays in the bed, crying and she sniffles to a stop as she sees you. “Help me, NO! Stay away!” The woman shouts in her panicked state. You place your sword back in its scabbard, and sit on the edge of the bed. The other woman winces as you take her hand and looks away from you. “You have nothing else to fear, I have come to slay the creature and after, I will escort you back to Breyton. The woman starts to cry as you say those words.

“The monster changed me, and I am not from Breyton so I fear they would be disinclined to care for one such as me now.” The woman turns to face you and you see that the left side of her face is covered in snake scales and a yellow eye looks back at you. You launch yourself off the bed, your back to a wall now as you draw your sword once again. “Stay back, demon!” The woman breaks out in loud sobs again, her body bending in inhuman ways under the blanket now.

Several heartbeats pass and the woman is still curled up on the bed, crying. You hesitantly put the weapon away and approach the bed again. “I am sorry, I just wasn't expecting to see” “A monster?” the woman cuts you off through her tears. “Perhaps the creature's magic will be dispelled by slaying it? Do you know where it spends the days?” The woman dries her tears with the bedspread and nods. “I can take you to the monster”

She pulls herself out of the bed and you see her lower body is that of a snake. The scales start to checkerboard into human skin under her breasts, which you catch yourself starting at before realizing she intends to roam the castle naked with you. You follow her back to the main hall, and she points up the staircase. “She will be in her study by now.”

The woman evidently has not had this form for long, she struggles navigating the steps and has to pull herself along with the railing. The second flood landing is filled with paintings of taciturn men, all dressed in formal outfits, and all looking like they are sitting in judgment of you. The pictures fade and flake as you follow the woman into the recesses of the keep.

She leads you to another sturdy door. This one swings open with just a touch from her hand, revealing a narrow, spiraling staircase. The woman reaches out with each hand to steady herself as she climbs up the steps. Light pours in from the part of the exterior wall with windows, leaving the rest of the climb in the dark. Another door creaks open in the darkness and you are forced to raise a hand to the unnatural light on the far side.

The woman once again points, this time into the room “She is in there, already hard at work on whatever foul endeavor has her attention now.” You nod in the darkness, and pass the poor woman as you enter the room. “Show yourself, damned monster!” You fumble with the lacing holding your toolkit in your cloak and the leather satchel tumbles to the ground. Quickly, you snatch it back and force the top open.

The room appears to be empty, aside from a heavy wood looking table, next to a human sized pot. The chill races down your spine again as you consider that. The room is continues, lined with heavy book cases all the way down to a desk at the far end, with a full backed chair facing the desk. Shadows flicker in the candlelight as you walk past the candelabras, catching your attention.

You feel around in the leather satchel and find the dried aromatics. You grab the small handful and crumble it in your hand and sprinkle it over yourself. A laughter comes from the far side of the room. “Is that garlic and laurel? Have you spilled your dinner?” A figure appears from behind the chair. “Oh no, dear me, you think your little herbs will protect you?”

Reaching into the little kit bag again, you pull out a glass globe. As the figure approaches, you catch a brief sight of her face as she seemingly floats from shadow to shadow. You hurl the globe, and it shatters at the approaching vampire's feet, splattering water across her legs. She sighs “The pants are silk, do be careful with your little toys.” You lose track of her and the next moment, she is almost within arm's reach now.

There is only one item left in the hunter's kit and you let the satchel fall to the ground again as you wave a cross in front of the vampire's face. She roughly smacks your hand, sending the tool flying across the room. “You misunderstand me, I find your beliefs repentant, I am not repelled by it.” She leans forward, and whispers into your ear “Tell me, what is your next toy, little hunter?”

Your hand falls to the pommel of your sword, and you pull the blade out and thrust it forward, to only find air. Your target is still approaching you from across the room. “A sword? Really, you thought a bit of metal would be your savior?” You pull the weapon back, preparing to lung forward only for someone to reach around and hold them back. A forked tongue flicks at your neck “Now now, you should show Mistress some respect” the snake woman whispers.

The vampire approaches you and slaps the sword from your hand. “I bet you thought that trinket was silver. Do you want to explain why you have entered my home? Attempted, rather poorly, to kill me?” You struggle but the woman behind you is far stronger. “You kidnap and kill and have terrorized Breyton, of course Fpeople would rise up and kill you, you monster. Look at how you have hexed the poor woman behind me.”

“Hexed? You poor child, she is the crowning pinnacle of my science! I have given her purpose, and she is learning to love her new form.” The woman behind you grinds her hips into your ass, a noticeable firmness pressing into you. Grimacing, you strain your neck to face away from the vampire. She places a finger on your chin, and makes you face her. Her eyes are a deep black, you feel like you could fall into them. The only sensation keeping you in reality is the occasional tongue flick teasing you.

“Silly, silly girl. You came into the home of a vampire, armed with legend and toys. And why? Because someone told you that I was terrorizing Breyton? Stealing their women? It is Breyton that terrorized me! They send you cut purses to kill me while I sleep!” The vampire has become quite animated at this point “And why I ask? because I give the poor women of Breyton an escape from being married off to some swine herd who can't tell the difference between a pig and his wife.”

“She's telling you the truth” The snake woman intones from behind you, one of her hands drifting down, towards your breasts. “You could have so much fun, if you just listen to reason” You stop struggling, as the woman isn't actually hurting you “So you just, give the women a warm lunch and a pat on the back?” The vampire grins as you smart off to her “Something like that yes. The hunters though? I usually kill them. Useless insects invading my home.”

Your heart freezes upon hearing that. She looks you deep in the eyes again “You at least had the decency to be cute.” “Does that mean we can keep her, Mistress?” “Now pet, don't get ahead of me.” The vampire picks you up with one arm, and your sword flies from the ground to her other hand. She knicks your neck with the tip and pulls you towards her for a taste. “She would make quite a tasty snack, otherwise.”

You go limp in her grip “I yield, you may do with me as you wish.” The vampire smiles again, her fangs in full view now. She drops you to your feet. “You are lucky, the last visitor became my new pet. This time, I need an assistant.” She walks towards the middle of the room, and her pet, the snake woman pushes you along behind her. As you reach the center of the room a ring of candles flash alight.

Her pet slithers around you, and works loose the laces of your jerkin. She pulls your cloak off and works the jerkin up and over you. Your breasts flop out and she flicks her tongue at your nipples. Her tail curls around your legs as her hands drift to your pants. The sword belt is quickly undone and drags your pants to the ground. You nervously note the snake woman's bulges.

The vampire walks a circle around you, spreading a circle of salt around the three of you. She traces five lines inside the circle, while chanting deeply in a language you don't recognize. After she finishes, the snake woman pushes you to the ground, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth and wrapping around your own. Her parts rub against your girldick. Despite yourself, you can't help but grow hard at her attention.

From your view on the ground, you see the vampire casually unlace her pants and step out of them. Her fingers run along the side of her shaft, and it sparks to life. The snake woman pushes herself off of you, as the vampire slowly swaggers over, her pendulous member swaying. Her pet leans over you again and whispers “On your knees when Mistress approaches.”

Your heart feels like it's about to explode out of your throat, as you roll over and push yourself up to your knees on the cold stone flood. She appears to ever so slightly float as she strides over to you, the slowly rising moonlight giving her a silvery halo. She pauses for a moment at the edge of the circle, and utters something else in the flowing, somehow both flowery yet gravelly language before crossing over.

She stands before you now, and rests a hand on your head before guiding your face to her member. Accepting your place in this you close your eyes and reach forward with your mouth. You run your tongue under the base of her girlcock, before tickling at her head. The hand that guided your head reaches down to your neck, and a nail runs gently through the knick she made with the sword before. The hand pulls away and you hear a slight sucking noise as she cleans her finger.

The vampire's hips thrust more of her girldick in than you were expecting and you cough around the powerful member as it bounces in and out of you. Her pet grabs you by the hips, and pulls your ass into the air. She slithers between your legs and positions her members squarely behind you. Her twin tips prod you gently before she eases one into you. Your eyes water as she pushes in deeply and holds you there.

“Relax little one, let it wash over you, and soon you will serve a higher purpose, Me.” She takes hold of the back of your head and thrusts deeper yet into you. Her member strains the limit of your jaw, and you are forced to hold your breath in this position. You tremble from the lack of air, and she lets you breath again as you approach the edge of consciousness. You greedily suck air from around her girldick, her musk overwhelming your senses.

Your head swims from the rush of air and the magic of the ritual. The snake woman behind you slides back out and pushes in her second tip, the two members pulling her into you while they stretch you. The two women slam you back and forth now, vigorously fucking you. A hand wraps around your own hard shaft and pumps you in rhythm, a soft moan escaping around the large girlcock filling your mouth.

The vampire is continuing with her chant, and you feel a wind blow through the room and extinguishes the candles, save for the candelabras around the circle. The next moment those collapse and set the salt alight with a green glow. You panic, as the flame races around circle and through the lines underneath you. The green flame jumps from the salt to engulf the three of you.

Neither of the women filling you act like they notice the fire, and you realize the flame has no heat, nor is it consuming you. The vampire finishes her incantation, and her thick, warm, seed launches deep into your throat, and you feel her thumb pressing on your neck, forcing you to swallow every drop. Her pet pounds away into you until her members stir deep inside you, and the twin spurts dribbles across your insides.

The thumb pressing on your throat, and the hand pumping your girlcock is too much for your body, and your own seed fires into the circle and burns away in a shower of sparks. You can still feel the vampire's seed course into your body. Somehow it feels like it's filling your veins and you curl up onto the floor, a burning ache alight inside you. Rolling on the floor, you grasp your head as the fire races to your face and a pair of fangs force themselves out of your jaw.

The next moment all of the pain ceases and you can breath easily again. Looking up, you see Her standing over you. You were calling her a monster an hour ago, now the only word that could escape your lips is Mistress. Grasping at the stone floor you pull yourself back to your knees and bow deeply before her. “Thank you, Mistress.”

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