The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
"What the fuck is it Louis" Greta growled.
"Hey, babe it's not me, you know me I'd rather get you into bed the out of it, anytime" the pudgy middle aged man quipped, just before he popped another Dorito into his mouth.
"Yeah, sure real soon, O.K., soon as I draw my pension your next in line."
"Blake wants you" Louis grinned; Greta smiled as she wiggled her butt towards the stairs to the Captains office.
Captain Blake sat to attention at her desk, she had just finished sharpening all her pencils for the day, and then all was in order. A sharp rap sounded at her office door.
"Come" Blake barked in her most regal accent. "Ah, Officer Dillon, good, take a seat, now tell me what were you doing here last night" the captain asked.
"Here" Greta mumbled, her face coloring as she remembered her long solo session with the photograph "Last night" Greta cringed.
"Look its not a trick question, how do you account for this?" barked the captain.
Greta looked at the form flung before her, it was those two weirdo's she locked up last night.
"Yeah the male and the she-male, what about them?" Greta asked.
"I think you mean, the she-male and the female, that's what!" the captain suggested.
"No, way I didn't get that wrong, they both had dongs, you know?" Greta grinned.
"Yes believe it or not I do know dongs, and that pair have only one small one between them" the captain replied in a flash.
"This I have to see for myself!" Greta said and leapt from the chair to leave the room.
"Not so fast Dillon, I haven't told you my views on the importance of proper paperwork to the modern police service, sit!" the captain growled.
"Oh" said Greta and dejectedly sat down again.
For the next fifteen minutes, Greta looked from the window to the clock, the clock to the window, Oh, and she spent a lot of time looking at Blake's shinny shoes, if she got at the right angle she was sure see could see the pure white gusset of the captains pants up her regulation police skirt. That was what set her off; she sat there squeezing her leg muscles tightly to massage her swelling bud, wow this worked well! Awkwardly she repositioned her self to stop the captain noticing the growing damp patch in her police trousers. She was so close to coming, and she fought desperately to keep still and quiet.
"Have you heard a word I've said" the captain voice burst in on her private world.
"Oh yes, every word" Greta lied.
"Good you'll be a better police officer for it, dismissed!" barked the captain.
Greta moved carefully towards the door trying to show as little of her wet ass as possible.
"And, get Amy in here, some neighborhood cat got in here last night and smeared something awful all over my seat and photo, needs a good polish" the captain ordered.
"Sure" replied Greta stifling her laugh.
Greta was still smiling to her self when she let Joe out of his cell, and escorted him to the interview room. She had decided to start with the she-male, any man who could turn into a woman overnight needed much thought. Greta read out the short form.
"Name?"
"Joelle Fisher"
"Sex?"
"Female" Greta roared.
"Just who are you kidding?"
"Sex?"
"Female"
"O.K. we all like a joke, but I saw you naked last night remember?" Greta said in a harsher tone.
"Sex?"
"Female" now this was too much!
Greta whipped around the table, pulled down the zipper and thrust her fingers right on to, - a warm wet pussy!
"Well it would be nicer if you asked me first" said Joelle. She moved forward to kiss Greta full on the lips.
Greta ushered Joelle back to her cell and made her self a strong espresso to calm her self before she unlocked Adrian's cell. It was pitiful in a way, there sat on a bed was a naked body, the top half sporting a very acceptable pair of 34C boobs, the bottom half showing only an inch of shriveled dick.
"It's that freaks, fault, him next door and Anita Harrison, they both been up to that Sex Lab, Anita cleans there & Joe told me last night - he's been there too!" The falsetto voice squeaked.
"Just look at it will you, its ruined!" Adrian held up the small penile stump by its oversized lump of foreskin, as tears streamed do his cheeks.
"If its all the same to you I'd rather not look," Greta said truthfully.
She slid the door shut and locked it firmly behind her; she wasn't going to get anything useful out of him today! Next stop Anita Harrison, whoever the hell she was!
Kate shivered involuntarily, the perfect female sex slave! Her enlarging clitoral erection told her it would soon be time to uplink again to the Female Dom. She needed get the suit filled soon! Kate walked to the back of the storeroom where several barrels were stacked, each full of her precious cargo, female 'sperm.' After attaching the tubing from the barrels outlet to the oxygen inlet on the Bio-suit Kate twisted the valve, her seed started to siphon into the expanding suit. God, she was getting horny, would she have time to complete this before the uplink? As her clitoris pounded against her navel, Kate rushed to Tom's side. Good, his features were obscured behind a pale yellow veil of liquid - the suit was full! Kate rushed across and closed the valve. Then she settled herself the chair to prepare for the uplink.
"Today, maybe I will learn of my origins" hoped Kate, and bending forward she took the tip of her solid clitoris into her mouth.
Oh, she could have just drunk some of contents of one of the nearby barrels and achieved the same thing, but this was so much more fun! Steadily her lips contracted around the tip of her clit, while her hands blurred as they slid along each side of the engorged shaft with well-practiced skill. As the tip of her glans pumped hard against the back of her throat she felt the build up begin once again from the base of her pulsing bud.
"Any second, now" her mind told her.
The orgasm was shattering, and the thick sperm flooded into her mouth before flowing down her contracting throat. Her head shot up
"NOW" Kate screamed, her triumph echoing around the deserted storeroom.
Her face relaxed, a dribble of yellow cum escaped her lips, hung for a moment and then dripped onto her left nipple, immediately it rose hardening by a full inch. As her eyes rolled back into her head, the uplink began!
Jenna crawled out from under the sleeping forms of Mandy and Merrill; the mouthful of Kate's sperm had given her more stamina than the others, now to escape! Her latent desire made her pause, she fell back to her knees and spreading her legs either side of Mandy's chest, and tenderly she rubbed her bud on the blonde's right nipple. The teat was still fully erect and the crinkled surface gave it a magical friction. A few strokes of her lovers nipple was all it took, she tumbled headlong in to one last cataclysmic orgasm. Jenna's mind now fully restored, for the time being, she stood and headed for the door. She left behind a pool of wetness to slide sensuously between Mandy's gorgeous tits. Minutes later she strode through reception, and out in to the fresh morning air. Passing the deserted Guardroom quickly she left the site for the first time in days, all she needed now was some form of transport!
Inside the bio-suit the softest of changes was rapidly modifying Tom's previously male body. The nipples began to get plumper, and small pads of virgin breast tissue gathered beneath them. His once proud penis was no more, as yet there was nothing to replace it, just smooth silky pubic skin; like all of his kind Tom would be completely bald. Tom dreamt strange dreams of a place called 'Vagra' it was a place of supreme pleasure and passion. Tom's luscious lips opened slightly, and formed a faint lascivious smile. If anyone had been there to look through the clouded suit face panel they would have seen the creation of extreme sexual beauty, but the only person who could have witnessed it sat comatose, twitching in a nearby chair.
The uplink began as always in the skies above Vagra, slowly Kate's spirit tumbled down through the soft pink clouds. She then swept above green fields filled with coupling forms their baldpates reflecting the deep purple of the sunlight. Her vision clouded, then cleared, in front of her stood a wooden sign 'Salem' it read in a stark rudimentary script. With out warning she was instantaneously transported to a dim bedroom, dim but for the beam of yellow sunshine streaking in through a grubby window to Kate's left. Lying on the bed was young girl, no more than eleven or twelve, with her right hand she wrote neatly in a bound diary, her left hand was tucked out of sight under her body. As Kate moved closer the girl reached up and griped her colonial cap, she hurled it to the floor, a tumble of thick white hair fell across her face. Kate looked over the girl's shoulder the script was flowing but easy enough to decipher; hungrily Kate digested the words.
January 15, year of the Lord 1692, I went to visit the Paris girls today, Momma said I should take them some pie and cheer them up as they were ill. When I arrived they didn't seem that pleased to see me, but when Reverend Samuel left the room, they cheered up. The older Paris girl asked me if I wanted to watch a new game they'd been shown by Bridget Bishop. I nodded, it sounded like fun, the younger girl got out from under the counterpane, and lay flat on the bed and did a really strange thing she pulled up her night shift, under it she wore nothing I could see the mouth between her legs and everything.
I stood not knowing what to do, my tummy had a strange tickle in it, and I wanted to see the rest of the game! Paris elder crawled up the bed on her hands and knees, then she too did something even stranger, she started to kiss the other girls quim. I stepped a little closer.
"Feel this" said elder Paris and pushed my left hand hard on the place her lips had just been, it was all slimy.
Paris younger jumped and groaned, I thought her ill, but Elder reassured me.
"No she likes it, wiggle your fingers like this" and raising her hand drew a small circle in the air. I did it, and I thought the younger had taken a fit she wriggled so much.
The girl turned the page and continued to write. My tummy was turning over so much, this seemed to me the devils work, but it was such fun. Then we heard heavy feet on the stairs.
"Dr Griggs is here girls, get yourselves decent."
Elder and younger shot back under the counterpane and looked to have fallen fast asleep. I heard the door handle turn, if the Doctor saw my slimly fingers, he would know I had been helping the devil, so I quickly put them in my mouth and licked them clean. Soon after I left, and ran, here to write down secretly how I helped the devil, I'm sure I will burn in hell for this! Satan's tickle won't go away, but I've found a way to make it stop for a short while.
"Katie Miller, what are you doing up there, you know we are going to the Philippe's house for tea, William will be there, and you know how much you like William!"
"Just coming Momma," the reclining girl replied. So saying rolled gently over on her bed.
Kate could now see the outline of her left hand as it moved in gentle circles deep with in her knickerbockers. The girls face screwed up with effort as she humped against her hand "William" she sighed and then convulsed on the bed. In an instant she was up and heading for the bedroom door, for a second she paused to clean her fingers with her tongue, then she was gone, humming away as she skipped down the stairs.
In a flash the room disappeared! Kate's eyes flew open, and she struggled to understand where she was, it was down linking she hated the most. So that was the answer, Bridget Bishop, the first woman executed in the Salem Witch Trials was a Vagran, but Katie had obviously never completed, or she to would have been killed. Suddenly she felt a pang of pain for her ancestor, she never knew the pleasure of gulping down sweet Vagran urine or sperm to complete the transformation. Still the juices from the young Paris girl had been enough to modify her DNA and pass it down through time to Kate. As Kate became more aware of her surroundings she noticed the Bio-suit thrashing around in the actively corner - Tomasina, she was awake!
"Merrill, Merrill, quick, Jenna's gone" shouted Amanda.
Merrill did nothing; forcefully dragging up Merrill's head she felt her clit pop out from warm suction of the busy mouth. Placing her forehead on Merrill's she looked directly in the dazed girls eyes.
"Listen lover, Jenna has gone! Kate told us to look after her and now she's gone! We are in the deepest of deep shit!"
Merrill's eyes just rolled around in their sockets, then she brought a large handful of yellow spunk to her mouth and greedily swallowed half of it in one gulp. Amanda looked around under the bench there were clear signs where the other globs had been, and they had all been dutifully lapped up. Amanda struggled to her feet, impaired badly by Merrill who had reattached her limpet like lips back on to Amanda's growing clit. Amanda pulled back her pussy hard and two inches of plump clit popped away from a very disappointed Merrill. As Amanda tried to make her way to the door Merrill caught hold of her leg. Angrily Amanda shook her off.
"Look go suck your own clit will you! I want to stay alive, and that means finding Jenna, NOW!"
Merrill heard that, even spunked up it hurt.
"Suck my own clit, how?" she thought, then that last dose of sperm kicked in.
Merrill shuffled her self to the lab wall, and placed her butt against it. Straining hard she managed to place one foot on the floor each side of her shoulders, her hands caught her ass cheeks and pulled her tongue closer to its target. Merrill squealed in agonized frustration, one more supreme effort! Merrill fought hard against her straining muscles. Amazingly, and suddenly, there it was, not just her clitty, but also her whole pussy, in each reach of her grasping mouth. The pairs of lips sealed tightly around each other, and Merrill rolled away from the wall sucking lustily on her juicy slit. Her free hands now concentrated on sliding as much spunk as high up into her asshole as she could. As the urine started to trickle in rivulets over her profusely sweating face, Merrill realized that at last she had found the one true love she had searched so long for.
Amanda tore around the building, she looked everywhere she could think of, but there was absolutely no sign of the missing Jenna. Puffing she stood by the polished oak reception desk.
"Where else, come on there has to be somewhere else, girl" then she remembered, at one long and tedious audit session Jenna had taken her down to the remote storeroom, it was the last place, she had to be hiding there!
As Amanda burst through the storeroom door she was greeted by a sight so strange, so bizarre it burned forever into her retinas. Kate sat with an enormous quivering erection pointing up from her lap while all over its pulsing surface shimmered a living red snake, two more snakes pumped at her clasping pussy and her widely open anus in perfect synchronization. Holding on to these snakes was a striking hairless girl, beautiful in every single way, but, and there could be no doubt, it was Tom!
"TOM! TOM!" The words ripped from her mouth with out thought.
Both the Tom-girl and Kate turned in unison to stare at the intruder with hostility and the snakes just vanished. Kate spoke first.
"I am most displeased! AMANDA, you should never interrupt a mistress and slave in this way!"
"But, Jenna's escaped" Amanda desperately explained.
"Has she, then you will help me find her Amanda, if you uplink to the Female Dom, your passionate closeness to Jenna will soon track her down" hissed Kate.
"I'll never do that, I've seen what it does to you!" Amanda protested.
An instant later she decided to make a grab for Tom and escape, Amanda thoughtlessly plunged in to the room and grabbed one of Tom's new sylph-like hands. Immediately the Tom-girl rounded on a deeply shocked Amanda, and teeth like razors lunged hard trying to bite deep into her swinging bare breast. Amanda dodged and slammed heavily down on the storeroom floor, confusion and tears instantly masked her normally pretty, features.
"Learn this Amanda, Tom is gone, this is Tomasina, and she is mine, totally mine, to the death!"
Unfortunately the look of pure hatred coming from Tomasina's scowling face confirmed this statement in a split-second.
"Now Amanda, uplink time" stated Kate.
"You're crazy, why would I do it now, you've stolen Tom from me!" spat Amanda.
"Oh, don't worry, you will uplink and Tomasina will help you!"
"Dillon, get over to the Nunnery and check out a suspected attempted poisoning, two female suspects being held" snapped Blake through the static.
"Sure, copy, out" Greta replied as she swung the car around in the wide road.
"Gee, a please would be nice, just once from that bitch" Greta thought in annoyance.
Soon her car swept round the tight bend and flew past the gates of the Research Lab as she 'blue lighted' it to the Nunnery. The only reason she lowered her speed, was for the sudden narrowing of the road. That narrowing saved the life of the girl who threw her self out into path of the car. She stood directly in front of the squad car wearing a stained white lab coat, and waving her hands frantically above her head. Greta hit the brakes with full force, and the car slid to a halt, but not before catching Jenna lightly in the solar plexus, winded she doubled over on to the hood of the car. The impact threw her breasts free of the lab coat, and they bounced impressively before Greta's eyes. Even in her angered state Greta could feel her clit expanding in the confines of her tight trousers.
"Lady you should be dead, what in hells name were you thinking?" Greta glowered down as she bounded from the car.
There was no response; Greta eventually noticed the blue tinge on the woman's cheeks.
"O.K. Mama, deep breaths, here let me help" Greta mumbled her anger broken.
She stood behind the bent woman, and slipped her hands round her waist, slowly and rhythmically pressuring the stalled diaphragm. Greta's hand slipped through the flapping lab coat, and brushed against the soft naked skin of the woman's abdomen.
"Jesus, I always figured you guys wore something under these."
Greta realized her nipples were boring holes in to the woman's back, and this time professionalism got the better of her and she relaxed her grip.
"Look, can you make it to the passenger seat by yourself?" Greta enquired, to her delight the girl nodded.
When they were both back in the car Greta asked the question that burned in her from the moment she saw the lab coat.
"Are you from that Research Lab up to road a way?"
"Yes, so tired, tired" gasped the woman.
"O.K. you get some shut eye, we'll talk about this later" As the car zipped away from the curb the siren restarted its warning wail.
As the zip opened several pints of used spunk spilt onto the floor, not that Kate noticed. She was to busy taking in the wonderful beauty, that stood before her. From the fine elfin features of the sculptured face, to the graceful swell of her abdomen that swept down to her bare velvet pussy she was prefect! The sensuous mouth split and in a breathy voice she spoke her first words to Kate.
"I am Tomasina, how can I serve?"
This was too good.
"Show me your tongue slave" Kate said her voice breaking with passion.
From between the plump wet lips a bright red narrow strip like tongue appeared. Tomasina then extended it fully, the tip hung just bellow the swell of her pert smooth breasts.
Kate gaped.
"Show Me," she croaked. In an instant the tongue tip separated into two muscular twisting stands, each one winding itself around one of Tomasina's proud dark three-inch nipples.
Once there the tongues slid relentlessly around the hard buds.
"I see" Kate panted hard; roughly she opened Tomasina's thighs "Show me" Kate commanded.
Tomasina's slim hands slid to her pussy after a couple of quick mystical motions, her hands were pushed apart by a rapidly growing tail of flesh, finally the slim serpent reached its full length, bobbing just above the girls navel.
"Show me," Kate barely grunted, once again the tip split, the separate tips squirming down the girl's body.
Smoothly without effort one tip slipped in to the velvet pussy, the other streamed past the rose bud opening of Tomasina's anus. Tentatively Kate reached out her right hand and touched the front clitoral snake, instantly her fingers cramped and her whole hand pulsed. Kate's eyes widened, she had just had an intense orgasm in her hand! It was true, all of it, everything the Female Dom had told her. Convulsively Kate splurged her heavy semen load all over Tomasina's flat twitching belly. Tomasina lowered her head and her split prehensile tongue began cleaning the semen from her well-muscled abdomen.
The gentle rocking motion of the car quickly sent Jenna in to a deep sleep, and as she relaxed her legs fell apart loosely, revealing her thick slick lips and stumpy clitoris to open view. Greta guided the car skillfully up the hill.
"Not to far to go now" Greta commented to her passenger, when she failed to get any response she glanced across to the slumped woman.
Five seconds later she was back in control of the car, sweat pouring from her brow. Cautiously Greta moved her right hand to the sleeping woman's knee, her finger tips brushed it lightly, no response. More confidently now the hand walked along Jenna's thigh to its target. Seconds later Greta's fingers prized open the soft lips and slipped inside. Her fingers felt the silky smoothness grip them, Greta swallowed, and suddenly her mouth was dry.
Boldly venturing further her thumb and fingers met the hard dome of Jenna's clit, and Jenna shifted in the seat, Greta's hand pulled back a little, but no it was fine she hadn't woken, Greta retuned her hand, brushing the protuberance as she would her own. Jenna buckled slightly on the seat beside Greta, and Greta felt a stream of thick wetness hit her hot palm; the slumbering woman trembled in her nocturnal release. Greta returned her attention to the road just in time; the car swung into the driveway of the Nunnery. Greta crunched the car to a halt on the on the grey gravel.
"Now you stay there and catch some beauty sleep lady, Greta has some work to do."
Greta glanced around for something to wipe her hand on, seeing nothing obvious she happily slipped her coated fingers in to her mouth.
"I wonder if this is habit forming" Greta thought as she cleaned the last traces of juice from her palm.
Confidently she waddled towards the large Nunnery doors, her damp pants clinging to all her sensitive little folds as she walked.
"In all my years as a Nun I have never seen anything like it!" Complained the Mother Superior in a grave tone "There they were bold as brass, in broad daylight sitting there with their legs hanging, into the well, playing with each others lower parts" she continued.
"Let me get this right Mother, you are a nun with twenty years experience, and you've never seen two women playing with each other?" Greta enquired.
"We are not here to discuss our conduct, it's their disgusting behavior I'm complaining about, anyway it wasn't the touching so much, it was the other thing" retorted the Mother.
Greta noticed the Mother has visibly flushed, "Other thing?"
Greta raised an eyebrow.
"Relieving themselves repeatedly in to our only water supply" the Mother blurted the out as if words trying to get them away from her lips as quickly as possible, "Do you know we're now having to buy in bottled water, costs a small fortune!" the nun commented.
"They PEED in your well?" Greta questioned in disbelief.
"If you must" came the sniffy reply.
"You're right, I had better speak to them!" Greta quickly agreed.
Greta was eventually ushered into a small cell where two odd-looking nuns sat several feet apart.
"Oh, excuse me sisters, where are the suspects" asked Greta.
The smaller dark one replied "That's us officer, the nuns kindly gave us some spare habits, we didn't have our clothes with us at the time!"
"Yes and then they kindly tied us to these chairs so we couldn't touch each other" spat out the larger woman throwing back her tussled sandy hair in disgust.
Greta pulled up a spare chair span it, straddled it and rested her arms on the chair back.
"That'll give my pants a chance to dry out" she thought.
"Now then, Ladies why did you pee in the nice nuns drinking well?" Greta addressed her question directly to the lippie tall girl.
"School girl prank, that's all" she replied.
"Hey, some joke, O.K., name?"
"Julie Jessup"
"And you" Greta asked the pretty dark girl.
"Anita Harrison" Greta grinned broadly with genuine pleasure; she uttered just one more word "Station."
The girls were released, and before they knew it, cuffed and sitting in the rear of the police car side by side.
"To be fair to you the cuffs aren't really needed, but I'll have no funny girlie stuff going on in my police car!"
Both the girls pulled identical scowls. Greta just smiled fondly at the woman slumped asleep in the front seat, legs still lying wide open.
A few miles further up the road Jenna abruptly awoke, and having no idea where she was, desperate to get her bearings, she gazed around the car. Then in a voice still thick with sleep she spoke.
"Oh, hi Anita where have been for the last couple of days, anywhere nice?"
"Some where amazing Jenna, I wouldn't know where to start" the raven-haired girl replied.
"You two know each other!" Greta said in amazement as for the second time that afternoon she temporarily lost control of the car.
"Yes, Anita cleans my lab early every morning" replied Jenna.
"That's right we some times meet up, Jenna has a habit of working through the night" Anita commented.
"Sure, yeah - how could I forget," Greta laughed, "and as for where to start, I like the beginning myself, being an old-fashioned girl."
During the rest of the ride to the station Greta heard the whole unforgettable tale. For a while she amused her self by adding up the number of felonies committed, but lost count admitted defeat, and gave up. In any case where would you find a jury who would believe any of this stuff?
The discussions in Blake's office were not going well, despite being told all the versions of the story and understanding there was some evidence of something pretty odd going on Captain Blake would not authorize a raid on the lab! Greta was beside herself.
"Look it is so clear, how can you refuse?"
"I agree, it is clear, Dr Marsh here makes a very convincing case and Anita's story backs it up, something should be done, but not by me - its not correct procedure, we must wait until after the weekend, when I can get official clearance" the captain patiently explained.
"Clearance, procedures, my ass" screamed Greta in to the captain's face.
"I note with interest your comments, Sergeant Dillon, but I am the Captain and that is my decision, period!"
Blake's face clearly indicated that all discussion was over. Greta felt something inside her bend and then snap. Jenna, Anita and Julie were already the safely on the other side of the door, when Greta turned back to look at her arrogant captain, there she stood facing away from her. Her well muscled legs wide apart hands firmly clasped behind her back gazing out of the window over her empire! So pumped up on power was she that she didn't even hear Greta's approach, or feel her slide the cuffs gently over her wrists until they clicked shut.
"What the hell…." Blake's protest was cut short by the unmistakable click of a police issue Magnum being cocked by her left ear!
Softly Greta issued the threat to twitching her ear "Pay back time, one sound and you're dead!"
Blake sat on the floor by her desk where she had been dumped attentively watching Greta peel of her still moist police trousers, shortly followed by the heavily stained pair of standard issue white pants. One moment's inattention, and the she could make it to the panic button under the far side of her desk. In every way it was a great shame, to sit here and witness Greta throwing away her career; she always had admiration, and even something approaching, well, affection for her. She was a damn fine cop, and well - even a little hot. Her level of training shone through, even in her clearly psychotic state, not once did the gun barrel take its accurate sights off her crouched form. Greta walked in front of the captain an unmistakable look of distain on her attractive features, and crouched slightly in front of her obscenely parting her legs; she could see nothing other than Greta's over wet pussy hanging in front of her eyes.
Blake had never really looked at one this close before, and it looked rather nice and interesting, for the first time in her life Blake felt the tiny lump of her clitoris harden into a tight knot. Not that she exactly had long to enjoy the adsorbing view; the first pulse of urine hit her squarely between the eyes blinding her! Rivers of it poured down her face, eventually dripping off her chin and slamming repeatedly on to her now tingling nipples. Try as she might, she couldn't keep her mouth closed forever, and one thing this mad Greta appeared to have was a limitless supply of piss. Blake's mouth finally flew open, and along with the lungful of precious air, came a mouth full of warm flowing urine, Blake swallowed hard, once and then again. Gradually the flow eased and then totally ceased. Blake sat soggy and dejectedly by her desk in a warm pool of Greta's piss. How the proud empress had fallen!
A suddenly contrite Greta grabbed her clothes, dropping her Magnum and unwanted silver badge on the desk, she turned to head for the door suddenly it seemed miles away.
"Now comes the hard part, going out there and telling that babe Jenna that I've just completely screwed any chance we ever had of raiding the lab," Greta thought bitterly, and hoped for forgiveness. Skirting swiftly past the captain without a glance she headed out for her new life, whatever the hell that was!
"Greta, could I lick your slit?" Blake asked softly.
"Could you lick my slit?" Greta repeated dumbly.
"Yes, please" Blake's soft voice pleaded.
Greta was completely stunned " Well, I never thought I'd hear that" Greta commented.
"Why not, it's a very sexy slit isn't it?" asked Blake in the same reverential tone.
"No, not that, the slits had its moments, but to hear you say PLEASE," said a smiling Greta.
Throwing her clothes bundle to a dry bit of floor Greta trembled as she lowered her wet gash on to the waiting lips. Blake was just as precise about this as everything else in her existence; her tongue covered every sweet folded inch of Greta's heaving pussy, retuning with increasing frequency and vibration to the shiny little knob that now formed the center of her world. As diligently as she polished her shoes to their glittering shine before a passing out parade, Blake polished Greta's grateful clitoris to new dizzying dimensions. Gasping loudly for air Greta climaxed, holding on to the edge of the desk for dear life. Recovered, Greta smiled at her new lover and gently asked.
"So are you coming with us on this raid, or what?"
"I'll come, but only if you promise to tie me up tight and pee on me again later - Greta?" Blake bargained.
"Why you sexy little police woman, Blakey, it will be my extreme pleasure!" beamed an ecstatic Greta. Minutes later Greta was dry and outside the newly fragranced room hugging the other girls. The raid was decidedly on!
Amanda found herself in less friendly surroundings, as she was firmly strapped down on to a low lab bench in the isolated storeroom while Kate and her new sidekick Tomasina glared down at her. Kate started to slowly caress her expanding clitoris, holding it right above Amanda's closed mouth.
"It's no good I won't swallow it!" Amanda hissed through her teeth.
Kate totally ignored her.
"Tomasina, tongue her nipples" Kate commanded, in an instant the wiggling wet snakes worked their magic; Amanda hit her first orgasm with nothing more than the skilled touch of a Vagran tongue to her swollen teats.
Kate now picked up the speed rubbing her hands alternately around her dense thickening shaft. Still Amanda kept her mouth clamped tightly shut, even when the second harder climax rippled through her tortured frame.
"Very impressive Dr Glenn" said Kate panting from the exertion of building up to a multiple climax.
"Tomasina, enter her" Amanda felt the twin snakes sliding seductively across her lower abdomen, everywhere they touched Amanda's skin orgasmed and vibrated.
The twin snakes reared up and hit their target with deadly erotic accuracy, Amanda arched as increasingly intense waves of pleasure piled one on top of the other seemingly forever, the stout straps holding her down snapped, pieces of shredded leather flying haphazardly across the humid room, then an intense white hot climax hit her all over her sweat slick body and the universe imploded around her! Her spasming mouth flew open to scream her intense alien passion. However, the piercing scream never materialized, jets of hot spunk poured in to her gaping mouth instantly entrapping her delirious joy. She bucked one final backbreaking time before her eyes slid up into her recesses of her spinning head.
"Now" said Kate in a ragged husky voice as she lent heavily against the wet low bench, "Where is Jenna."
"Police, Jenna and the Police raid soon, raid here, tomorrow!" Amanda's voice said wistfully.
"Excellent, I will be prepared, such treachery as yours deserves a rich reward, Amanda you will become my deputy, with a Vagran slave of your own" Kate promised regally.
"Tomasina, continue your excellent work with this one, and share some of your Vagran DNA with her. I will need someone to rely on when the time finally comes!"
Amanda was able to make her next alien scream, unfettered. Merrill heard it clearly right at the other end of the research lab; it almost stopped her plunging her fists repeatedly in and out of her elastic pussy and ass, almost but well, not quite. Tomasina located Amanda's hugely engorged clit with unrelenting accuracy, the screams repeated for hour after orgasmic hour.
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