TOMMY TAKES CHARGE OF MELODY

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 5 ]

Monday morning, Tommy allowed the women to give him a bath with their tongues, and then had them shower and dress for work or school. None of the women could remove their collars or cuffs so they became part of their "clothing." Tommy told his mother to withdraw Holly from the Catholic school; it was time to home-school her. Then Mom went to work. Lisa was told to have an intense hatred of any males who made any advances on her except for himself and that included Roger. And Lisa went to classes. Holly he left chained to the stove by her ankle, naked. Her job would be to cook and keep the house clean, very clean.

Tommy went to school. He began to drop hints, or what he thought were hints, to Paul. It would take a while to work him up to meeting Tommy's girls. Tommy kept an eye out for Melody, but it seemed she was spending the week at a cheerleading camp. Tommy made up for his disappointment by screwing each of his girls harder every night.

Tommy was so distracted by his new power and his growing harem that he completely forgot about his regular Saturday “date” with Susanna. The young girl searched the swamp where they normally met before figuring out that Tommy wasn’t coming. She had a crush on the boy and though he knew nothing about her, she stole glances at him at school and had followed him home a couple of times. Disappointed, she went home.

Monday morning, Tommy and his harem were startled by a knock on the door. Tommy ordered them into robes and Mom answered the door. Tommy listened from the kitchen as he heard the door open. His mother shouted, "You damned bitch! Get out of my house! Get out!"

Tommy charged into the front room to see his mother, red-faced screaming at another woman standing just inside the door. The newcomer looked surprisingly like his mother. Her hair was the same, though worn more stylishly and her eyes were the same, though with fewer age lines around them. Her black skirt was slit to the thigh and she wore black high-heeled shoes. Her white, cashmere sweater hugged her curves more than anything Tommy had ever seen his mother wear. "Mom, settle down." Mom was silent, taking a step backwards. The stranger looked from her to Tommy and back again. "Who's this, Mom?"

"Tommy, I don't want her here."

The woman looked back to Tommy, smiling. Tommy's stomach lurched. He had to be careful. "Mom, I asked who she is."

Tommy's hypnotic suggestions took hold and his mother answered, "That's your aunt Barb."

"Aunt Barb? I didn't know I HAD an aunt Barb." Tommy saw his mother's anger boiling to the surface again. He placed a hand on her shoulder and said calmly, "Mom, we can't turn away family."

"I supposed you're right," his mother's replied.

Aunt Barb's surprise filled her face as mom turned to her.

"You can stay for a little while. Don't you dare make trouble, though or you're out of here."

Mom stalked off to the kitchen and aunt Barb stepped into the living room. Tommy was not sure if it was an accident, but she leaned forward as she spoke to him, affording him a view of her ample cleavage.

"You must be Tommy," she said.

"And you're my aunt Barb?"

"Call me Bambi. All my friends do."

"Bambi? Like the deer?"

She chuckled. "Yep."

Tommy was getting nervous. With her deep-cut sweater he didn't even think to look into her eyes. He had a lot of questions but the school bus was coming and he had plans for Melody. Bambi would have to wait. "See you later, Bambi."

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At school Tommy went straight to Melody, taking the seat next to her in first period. "Hi Melody. How was your trip?"

She gave him an icy glance "Look, leave me alone."

"You have a nice ass and you’re going to show it to me."

"What!" she shouted, shocked by his nerve. Before she could say more, the bell rang for class. All through math Melody glared at him. Tommy carefully avoided eye contact.

He caught up with her out in the hall after class let out. "Melody.” She wouldn't look at him. "Melody, I am going to put you on a dog leash and bring you to heel."

Melody spun, her arm outstretched but Tommy ducked her slap.

The smile froze on Tommy's face as a strong hand reached around him from behind, grabbing a handful of his shirt and turning him around. A punch to his stomach doubled him over. The hold on his shirt did not let go, pulling him forward into an alcove and out of sight of the teachers monitoring the hall. Fighting to breathe, Tommy was hauled straight and looking into the face of Melody's current boyfriend, Dale. Dale exercised most of his limited vocabulary to threaten the smaller boy. "Listen you little shithead, you stay away from my..."

Dale's face went blank as he locked gazes with Tommy. "Dale, you're thirsty, very, very thirsty. You need a really big drink, don't you? Of course you do. Why only a drink from one of the toilets will satisfy you. Go ahead, Dale, get a good, long drink from one of the toilets in the bathroom and remember, I was the one who made you do it. Get out of here." He smiled as he watched Dale charge around the corner and into the boys' room.

Tommy thought for a moment in the empty hall, trying to remember. Then he had it and hurried down to the art wing. Throwing open the door he saw Melody holding a brush in one hand studying the canvas in front of her. He walked up to Melody and grabbed her. She looked at him, mouth agape but again Tommy avoided eye contact. "I will see you naked on your knees before me."

Before she could react further, Tommy kissed her, using his tongue as mom had taught him. Mr. Dean, the art teacher lifted Tommy off the floor, breaking the kiss. As he was carried from the room he watched tears roll down Melody's face and thought how much sexier they made her look.

He sat in the principal's office as his mother was called. Mom heard the principal's name and the suggestion Tommy had planted clicked in. She arranged to meet and speak with Melody's parents at Tommy's house.

Tommy was sent home. With Holly's help he prepared the video recorder for the evening's festivities. He hid it so he could record the fun in kitchen. Just after five, mom got home. At six Melody and her parents arrived. Mom led them into the kitchen. Before they were even seated at the table, Melody's father began. "Do you have any idea what your son did?"

Melody's mother, her face prematurely wrinkled with frown lines, placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him. Holly stood waiting as Tommy's mother suggested she take Melody upstairs to play so the adults could talk freely and take care of Tommy. Melody's parents looked relieved as their little girl left the room.

"Well, Tommy?" his mother said sternly, "What do you have to say for yourself?” All eyes turned to Tommy.

Smiling he saw Melody's mother's and father's faces go blank. "I say Melody is a problem child. She is much older than she seems. You know it's healthy for a girl her age to have a playmate like me." The three adults at the table nodded. "It was just play. Melody is quite happy, and you know I think if you leave her here it would do her a lot of good." Again the three nodded slowly. "Now, don't the two of you have to get home and make love? You couldn't do it while Melody was around, could you?” Melody’s parents nodded again.

"Good. Go home," Tommy said, "and fuck on the front lawn." Quietly they got up and left.

Tommy smiled. He wanted to take Melody without mind control the first time. He got up and started toward Holly's room where Lisa had been waiting to surprise Melody. He got no further than the living room. The TV was on and his Aunt Bambi, who he had forgotten about, was sitting there, the picture on the screen was the now empty table. He had left the camera connected to the TV!

Frantically he moved to lock his eyes with his unknown aunt. But she was obviously warned and closed her eyes, but to Tommy's amazement, she knelt before him. "WAIT! PLEASE, Tommy! MASTER!" Tommy blinked. "Tommy, I am your aunt, and I want to be your slave." Tommy was too astounded to move. "Look, you remember your mother was so upset. Have you asked her why?"

Tommy glanced at his mother, then back at the woman kneeling at his feet. "Mom? Why do you dislike Bambi so much?"

Tommy felt his mother struggle but slowly she spoke. "Your father...our wedding night. Your aunt seduced him."

Tommy looked at Mom, shocked. "She seduced dad?"

Mom nodded but Bambi spoke. "Tommy," she said, unzipping Tommy's pants, "I will let you use your power on me, but I want to help you with these women."

"Why?” Tommy asked as he watched her pull his pants and underwear down. "I believe the natural state of womankind is kneeling before a man, used for his pleasure, not hers, punished for the slightest infraction and to make babies. I came here to seduce you, to show my sister I could have you, too. You need someone to help you, an adult. I will be your headwoman, in exchange for making me your slave."

Tommy was grinning as the woman before him began to undress slowly. "I, too, like women. That is why I became an OB/GYN, a woman's doctor. You'll need my help if you want to make the young one upstairs pregnant."

"You know about that?” Tommy asked, fear again coloring his face.

Bambi smiled and pointed to Tommy's tape collection on the floor. "I had all day. You have been a very busy man."

Tommy marveled at his aunt as she knelt before him, offering him more than he had ever expected. She was shaped just right, so much like Mom. Tommy was young, but not too young to know that when things look too good to be true they often are. "Bambi, look at me."

The woman looked into Tommy's eyes and her own quickly glazed.

"Tell me the truth. Are you trying to trick me?"

"No, Master," she replied.

Tommy was surprised but tried not to let it show. "Bambi, you will never betray me. You'll be my loyal slave, but you can never tell on me, and you must always protect me."

"I must always protect you."

"And you'll always do as I say."

"I will always do as you say."

He broke contact with her. She blinked and smiled at him. "What about mom?" he asked.

Bambi smiled. "Oh I have plans for her. With your permission, of course."

"Sure. What do you need from me?"

"Keep her from struggling."

Tommy smiled and looked at his mother. "Mom, you can't move. You are locked in place except as Bambi wants you to move."

Mom stood stock still. She still wore the black business suit that she had worn to work. Meeting with Melody's parents meant she couldn't change as she normally would have. Her hair was pulled up into a French braid on the top of her head giving her a certain elegance.

Tommy's eyes left his mother to watch Bambi remove her clothes. The white cashmere sweater went over her head and a quick zip left her skirt on the floor. Her tits were firmer, higher than his mother's, the nipples reaching out for attention. As she wiggled out of her thin pink panties Tommy noticed that she kept her sex naked just like the other members of his harem. Watching her show, Tommy thought how great an addition Bambi would make.

After she had stripped, Bambi walked up to his mother and squeezed her breasts through the black business suit she wore. Mom's eyes went wide. "Bambi, stop it! Stop it right now!"

Rather than stop, Bambi gave her sister a big, wet kiss and grabbed her cunt through the skirt and squeezed it.

"Tommy, stop her, please, M-m-master.” Mom's protests were cut short as Bambi again mashed her mouth against her sister's lips.

Bambi stepped back, slowly peeling the dark jacket off her sister revealing a white silky blouse with a high collar. Tommy could see the outline of the dark leather bra Lisa had bought. As she now did every day, she had worn it to work. Tommy smiled at her erect nipples poking proudly through the holes in the bra. Suddenly he wondered whether she had worn the suit coat all day to hide her sexy underthings. He would have to do something about that.

While Tommy thought, Bambi slowly unbuttoned the blouse and the pulled it off his mother revealing the leather bra and locked collar that she wore underneath it. With a flick of her wrist Bambi let down her sister’s hair so that it flowed down around her shoulders.

"Oh, Master, she looks wonderful," said Bambi, running her fingers along the tight leather collar.

Tommy was going to tell Aunt Bambi that she would get one soon, too, but his mother interrupted. "Stop, please, stop.” Bambi, ignoring the pleas, unzipped mom's skirt and let it fall to the floor revealing a pair of nylon stockings that were held in place by a lacy black garter belt. Tommy's mother wore no panties! "Bambi, don't you touch me! Stop it!"

"Sister, dear, you are so sexy without any panties. I'll just bet every one at your office wants to taste this." With that Bambi knelt, spreading mom's knees with her hands and mom's cunt lips with her tongue. In a second she had found her sister's clit and a ragged moan rose from mom's throat.

Before mom could get too excited, Bambi stopped. A look of consternation crossed mom's face, then shame. Tommy found the second look extremely exciting. Just as she started to protest again, Tommy had an idea. "Bambi, give me your panties."

His aunt retrieved them from the floor and handed the damp cloth to Tommy. As mom took a deep breath to continue pleading, Tommy popped the panties in her mouth. Her diatribe became muffled and then, as she realized the futility of her pleas and orders, it died down.

Bambi smiled and then lay mom down on the floor. With a sneer she placed the sharp, stiletto heel of one of her shoes on mom's forehead. Tommy found the gesture oddly exciting.

Without further ado, Bambi grabbed an armload of video equipment and left the house. Tommy had no idea what she was doing until the monitor in the living room came to life showing a view of the large mating stall in the barn. Bambi smiled and waved into the camera as she moved about making some sort of preparations. When Bambi returned to the house she popped a fresh 8-hour tape into the recorder and punched record. Lisa had bought the equipment from the college studio. The camera could track and zoom remotely.

Bambi helped mom to her feet, openly copping a feel. She then led her out the back door with Tommy in tow. Bambi bent mom down on a padded bench she had placed in the center of the stall. "Well, sister dear," Bambi said saucily, "While I satisfy my stallion in the house, you'll get to satisfy yours right here."

Mom began to scream into Bambi's panties but could not move. Tommy watched, fascinated by this idea. Bambi was thorough, tying mom tightly to the bench. She had been ordered not to move, but what was coming might get a little rough. Hence her wrists were attached to the legs of the bench in front of her and her legs spread and tied to the back legs. Mom was secured to the bench on her belly.

Bambi knelt between her sister's legs and began to poke and prod.

"What are you doing?"

"Examining her."

Bambi took an instrument that they used in mares, a kind of periscope and inserted it into Mom. She peered in with a light. "Has your mother been feeling sick in the mornings?"

"Yes. Is she going to be all right?"

"Fine, she is just pregnant. Has she had any dates in the last month or so?"

"Only with me," Tommy stated, grinning widely at the news.

"Then you're going to be a daddy, Master."

Mom had been struggling throughout the examination, straining to move away from her sister. When she heard the news she collapsed against the bench. When she saw which cupboard Bambi was opening she willed herself to struggle again.

Tommy looked at the can in Bambi's hand. The label read "Mare in Heat". It was used for milking stallions for artificial insemination. The spray smelled like a mare in heat and Blackie couldn't tell the difference. With a smile, Bambi presented the can to Tommy.

The stuff was strong. Tommy knew you always used the same shirt when you sprayed it because even after 10 washings, the stallion would get aroused if it came anywhere near the shirt.

Tommy began to spray a heavy coating on his mother's pussy and ass. As soon as he had begun spraying he heard Blackie's interest as the young stallion pranced in his stall.

Tommy pulled the panties out of her mouth and smiled.

Mom's voice quivered.

"Please, Tommy, don't do this, don't mate me with Blackie."

"Sorry, Mom, but the poor thing deserves to have fun too." Tommy crouched down to look in his mother's eyes. "Mom, do you want to mate with Blackie?"

"No," came the monotone reply

"Good. Why not?"

"He's an animal. He’s dirty."

Bambi leaned down, whispering into Tommy's ear. The smile on Tommy's face grew as he embraced his aunt's suggestion.

"Mom, every time you do it with Blackie, you will feel dirty, but it will feel good, you'll keep thinking of how good the animal feels, and how nice it feels to be his slave, how much it turns you on to be fucked by him. But you'll remember how dirty it is to mate with an animal, right?"

Mom nodded.

As Tommy reached to put the can back in the cupboard his aunt took it from him, spraying an additional strong dose around Mom's mouth. Tommy opened both ends of the mating stall so Blackie could mount what he wanted to, released the stallion's stall, and got out of the way.

Bambi and Tommy ran back to the house. Looking at the TV, Tommy saw Blackie behind mom with his muzzle buried between her legs. Tommy swung the camera and zoomed up and got a good shot of Blackie's large equine tongue pressing into mom's open cunt. Mom moaned and pleaded.

"Blackie, no. Gods, Blackie, stop!"

Smiling, Tommy turned up the volume. Time to start playing with Melody's mind.

Tommy led Bambi upstairs where they found Lisa, Holly, and their new playmate, Melody. Melody had a dildo gag tightly strapped to her head and her jeans had been removed. She wore a pink bodysuit with snaps at the crotch over lighter pink cotton panties. Tommy's mind pictured the pussy that awaited him under the double layer of cloth.

Melody was tied to a large wooden cross, her arms spread wide, and her legs tied together. A mixture of fear and pleasure were in her eyes as Holly, totally nude and on Lisa's leash, knelt and licked Melody's nipples thru her leotard. Lisa was gently rubbing circles around Melody's cloth covered crotch.

Tommy approached, grinning. Melody's eyes locked on his and Tommy murmured. "Being tied up excites you. You love the feeling of the ropes, the restraint. Your feelings toward sex are unchanged."

Tommy broke contact and continued. "Melody, I told you that you would wear my leash and be my bitch. You're going to mother my children, too."

His three girls brought Melody's cross downstairs while Tommy sat to watch the TV. Tommy used the controls to widen the angle. He could see Blackie now, his black shimmering body trembled as he licked at the unusual mare in front of him. He had dropped from his sheath now and his thick cock hung shiny wet between his hind legs, his tail swishing nervously. Tommy moved to pan the camera over Blackie. First he got a close up of his shiny but scuffed brown hooves, then his thick neck, swollen with the scent they had put on Mom, and then finally his rump, following his black length from base to flair.

Tommy noticed the horse didn't have a head like he did, instead it had a bell shaped flare, like the opening of a trumpet. Mom by now was moaning and trying to guide Blackie's length into her but still begging Blackie not to mount her. As if on cue, the stallion reared up and gripped his mother by her hips, pulling her back. Tommy quickly zoomed in.

Bambi kissed and sucked his feet as he watched Blackie's flair disappear into his mother. Slowly the stallion was having his way with mom. The thick equine cock spread mom's lips as it drove deeper and Tommy zoomed the scene until Blackie's sheath touched and seemed to seal to his mother's pussy lips. Tommy sat back panting. Melody stared, her eyes wide with horror and Holly's jaw was slack.

"Don't worry, you mares will get your turn!"

Grinning, Tommy zoomed the camera out. Blackie had begun to thrust, holding mom firmly with his forelegs the stallion leaned out over mom's back and molded his flanks to mom's hips. Tommy could not make out whether the grunts were coming more from mom or the stallion. Blackie leaned hard and Tommy saw the soft belly gently press down on mom's back. Blackie arched his neck and began to nip at the back of mom's neck, and white foam began to appear as the he worked up a sweat.

Tommy watched in fascination as Blackie kept thrusting and bucking into the helpless woman. Blackie paused to spread his own hind hooves farther and then began to thrust much more evenly. Tommy zoomed in, feeling the stallion was near climax and managed to get the thick equine length pulsing rhythmically while still deeply embedded in his mother. The horse stood there, almost frozen, grunting in obvious pleasure. Then after the last of the pulsing subsided, the stallion dismounted his mother and pranced to the side to eat some hay and recover.

Tommy muted the sound and handed the remote to Lisa.

"Stallions like to do it a lot. Let me know when he is ready to go again."

Tommy turned his attention to Melody. "You have waited long enough my little ewe." Tommy leaned over and gently kissed Melody's sex thru her leotard. His fingers unsnapped the crotch and he watched the fabric retract. Melody's eyes were wide, desperate.

Bambi began shredding the leotard so Tommy could run his hands all over Melody's body, down her sides and across her budding tits.

Bambi smiled, saying, "A few shots and I can give her tits as big as mine, Master."

Tommy considered for a moment before answering. "No, I like them just fine this way. I want to videotape their development."

Melody moved her lips as if to speak, but no sound came out around her gag. Bambi's hand went under the waistband of Melody's panties.

"Do not destroy her panties. I WANT them." He smiled down at Melody's naked pussy. It had not even started to grow any fur yet. "Know what a virgin is?" he asked.

Melody soberly nodded.

"You won't be one much longer." Tommy was aroused from watching mom with Blackie and his turn as stallion. He gently touched Melody's sex. She jerked at her bonds but they held fast. Tommy grinned and parted the sex. He didn't know why but he just loved looking at that part of women.

"Do you believe I could hurt you?” Tommy asked

Melody nodded.

"Nicker for me."

Melody turned bright red, but paused only moment before nickering quietly in her throat.

"Know what sex is?"

Melody shook her head no.

"You saw what Blackie did to my Mom?"

Melody nodded, swallowing hard.

"That's sex and with me it will make you have a baby."

Melody began to cry and Tommy licked at the tears.

"Oh, you're going to LIKE it." Kissing her eyes he pressed the tip of his cock to the top her soft opening. Melody winced, trying to pull away. "I'll give you your choice. You can do me first or a ram. Which will it be? You want the ram?"

Melody shook her head no.

Tommy grinned, beginning to work himself into the small girl. "Whinny, mare."

Melody stared at the floor, embarrassed and nickered again in her throat.

Tommy took her slowly. She was tight, a year younger then himself and he had to push and then wait, playing with her body, licking her lips around the gag. He encountered her virginity and stretched it slowly, calming Melody as it ripped and he felt a little warm blood drip down her leg. Finally his belly met hers, he was in to his root, and he began to thrust as he had watched Blackie do.

"You had best answer me, mare, if you don't want to end up taking mom's spot."

Then Tommy thrust again and Melody again nickered in response to his bestial grunt. Tommy thrust again, standing on his toes and noticed Melody pointing her toes.

"Getting to like it, mare?"

Bambi slowly pressed her face up behind Tommy, licking his balls, her tongue sometimes caressing one or the other of Melody's pussy lips as Tommy thrust in and out.

Melody's equine nickers were getting louder and Tommy pressed deep in. He watched Melody begin to squirm, her body twisting like a stoat impaled on him. Then she suddenly tensed. Tommy felt her internal muscles clutch on his cock and he had to really work to thrust deeper. Melody's nicker went to a high squeal and her eyes went wide.

Then Tommy felt himself clench. The pleasant sensation of his muscles rhythmically pulsing in the young girl, he could feel his semen pressing and sticking to the walls around his cock as he filled the young girl.

Melody sagged in her bonds. Tommy smiled; they had both had a good workout.

"Put something in her so my stuff won't leak out," he commanded as he withdrew.

He was vaguely aware of Bambi selecting a belt and vibrator and fitting Melody with it as Lisa called to him. Blackie's face was in his mother's, nudging and licking.

"Time for round two."

"Take her off the cross and bring her here. I think Blackie has a good idea."

Melody was taken down. The vibrator in her mound was secure and buzzing softly. She was in a daze. Tommy was in no mood for games and simply looked at Melody and said, "Suck!"

On the TV. Blackie began to move over Mom, as he felt Melody's mouth suck him in.

The black stallion flicked his tail and reared. It was surprising how gently his forelegs gripped Mom's head. Blackie again dropped from his sheath and began thrusting at Mom's face.

"No, Blackie. Down boy! Do..."

Blackie's flair disappeared between Mom's lips. Tommy checked to be sure the tape was still running and zoomed in. The stallion pushed his entire length into his mother's mouth, her protest cut off as a bulge appeared in her throat.

"Tommy," Holly whispered as he pushed Melody's face more firmly into his own crotch, "what if Blackie, has to relieve himself?"

"What indeed!"

Blackie's sheath now pressed tightly to mom's lips, his large black balls gently swinging to bump her chin and throat. Tommy swung the camera around so he could see his mother from directly behind the horse and then in profile. Blackie had his tail hiked and was working up another sweat. He pumped his cock into the woman's throat as his hooves pranced nervously. Tommy felt himself nearing a climax as Melody suckled her juices from his cock.

Tommy climaxed with Blackie. On the tape Tommy could see mom swallowing in time to the pulsations of the horse's cock. She could not swallow fast enough and semen bubbled around the cock and dripped from mom's lips. Melody could not swallow fast enough either, and a white dribble ran down her chin. Looking back to mom, Tommy saw her tongue sweep across her chin after Blackie withdrew, seeking to get that last drop.

Melody was re-gagged and laid down. Tommy left the machine on record and turned off the TV.

Bambi looked quizzically at Tommy. "Aren't you going to release your mother?"

“No, she can keep her stallion happy all night; you have a stallion of your own to take care of, remember?" Picking up Melody's panties, his trophy, he led Bambi to his bedroom. He smiled as he heard a faint whinny from the barn. Blackie seemed to be ready again.