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Nora Clark slapped her clock to silence it's buzzing alarm. She groaned,
picked it up and brought it close to her eyes. Three o'clock. P.M. She
hated these “early” work days.
Nora tossed it onto the bedside table where it landed with a loud clatter.
Neither the alarm nor it's crash woke Ben. He lay on his stomach, snoozing
away, a t-shirt above the waist and buck naked below. Nora was tempted to
wake him up with a smack. Why should he sleep when she couldn't? But she
decided it wasn't worth the trouble (though it would be fun).
Dressed for Nora today meant sneakers, jeans, t-shirt and her hoodie with
“The New School” printed on the front in big block letters. By the time she
was ready to leave, Ben had turned over on his back and was snoring loudly.
His cock was erect and bobbing a bit like a tower in an earthquake. Nora
surrendered to her mischievous side. She gave his member a painful slap and
ran. Ben started to howl. Nora snickered her way down the apartment building
stairway as Ben yelled bloody murder after her.
Nora arrived at the street corner and waited. Her ride was late and she
hated that. She hated it not for any inconvenience but because it gave her
time to think about her relationship with Ben. He was just the last in her
parade of losers. The first month with him had been pretty exciting—he was
the lead singer of a band and that was hot. Things had cooled off for her
once that novelty had worn off. It was boring lying on her back and spreading
her legs while he mounted and fucked her. Sex with him had become a chore.
Listening to Uncle Charlie reminisce about the war for the umpteenth time
was more exiciting.
It was not just Ben. Her previous partners were about as dull. The best
years of her sexual life were passing away and she had had as much excitement
as when she read Plato's “Republic” in philosophy class. She was becoming
desperate for something different, even something depraved. She had flirted
with the idea of begging Ben to do a three-way, maybe even a four-way, just
to break the bedroom sexual monotony. She should just leave him but inertia
was in the way. Would it be so hard too to find someone else? She wasn't
bad looking. She had kind of a child-like face with blonde hair. The unfortunate
part of her body was that she was wide. Not that she was fat, she was broad
and waist-less. Her figure was as a rectangular block.
Finally a Mini Cooper came into view, slowed and abruptly stopped at the
corner, causing the driver in the car behind it to lean on his horn. A woman
with wavy neck-length chestnut hair leaned out of the Mini and waved her middle
finger in response. Nora rolled her eyes and got into the Mini. After she
was in the car, the driver hit the accelerator. The wheels squealed and
the car narrowly beat the light turning red.
“You're late, Nick.” Nora told the driver.
“Had to get gas.” The driver responded gruffly.
“You know, the only people who drive in New York City are rich people and
assholes, You're not rich, so what does that mean?” Nora grumbled.
“I'm a private investigator, Nora. Part of the job is tailing people.
I can't tail people without a car.”
“You could use a cab, Nick. Works in the movies.” Nora retorted.
“Whatever. My name is Nicki. Stop calling me Nick.”
“Aw, why?”
“Because I don't want clients thinking I'm gay that's why. They already
guess it because I'm a female private detective.”
“Is that so bad?”
“Yeah, it's bad. Most of my clients are men and they hire me because a
female private dick is hot. They think I'm gay and it ruins the ambiance.
”
“That's so retarded. What could be cooler than a couple of detectives called
`Nick and Nora'? If we use our last names, we're Smith and Clark. Sounds
like an accounting firm. How can that be good for business?”
Nicki Smith snorted disdainfully. Realizing she had lost the argument,
Nora changed the discussion.
“So how's Frank?” She asked.
“We broke up.”
“Oh, why? He was so nice.”
“Because he was so nice.”
“That's a problem?”
“Yeah, it's a problem. He was really annoying. He kept asking about my
needs. Hell, whenever we were doing it, every minute he wants to know how
I'm feeling. “
“Doesn't sound so bad.” Nora said, thinking of Ben.
“Yeah, well, I just needed him to take charge once and while.”
“You broke the nose of the last guy you dated who tried to take charge.”
Nicki humphed.
“Your problem is that you don't know what you want.”
Nicki humphed again. Oh, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to lose
control. She wanted to lose control to someone else. Most of her life she
had been in control. She was always taking responsibility, always making
the hard decisions for herself and for others. When her dad died in her teens,
she had to step up, grow up fast and help her mom keep the family afloat.
Since she had to pay for college, she had to stay disciplined while she
studied for her criminal justice degree during the day and worked a few jobs
at night. Even though times had changed, being a woman at the police academy
wasn't easy. She worked extra hard to prove herself even better than her
male classmates. She worked extra hard to prove herself responsible for
a tough mentor when she went into private investigations and now that she
was in business for herself. She had to exude competence to get clients
and make the tough calls to solve cases. For just once in her life, she
wanted someone else to make all of the decisions and to take command. She
really wanted someone to do that in the bedroom. Her attempts to do that
had ended badly so far. Most guys took her request for domination as an
invitation for a blow job. Not that she was averse to that but she wanted
some incentive to get there. She wanted to feel like putty in someone's
hands not a nail getting hammered down. She wanted something like that movie
Secretary with the dude from Boston Legal and that girl that played Batman's
girlfriend in Dark Knight.
Nora's voice interrupted Nicki's thoughts. “Are you listening to me?” Nora
asked with annoyance.
Of course, Nicki had tuned her out a while ago but she avoided having to
fess up to that by noting they had arrived at their destination. “Look, we're
here!” She said, pointing to a a block of brownstone row houses. The neighborhood
was made up of elegant turn of the century high class homes. It had fallen
on hard times decades ago but was in the early stages of gentrification.
By all appearances, the block Nicki had pointed out was uninhabited. The
windows were blacked out obscuring any chance of seeing inside. Wads of restaurant
fliers clogged the door handles.
Nora looked skeptically at the buildings. “Gosh, who's the client?.”
“Damon Reiker. Investor, entrepeneur, philanthropist and rich as hell.
He's even made money after the market tanked.” Nicki answered as she reached
into the back of the car to pick up a file that was lying on the back seat.
“No shit?” Nora blurted.
“No shit.” Nicki said as she opened the folder and thumbed her way through
its contents. “Mr. Reiker thinks his wife might be cheating on him. Here
she is. Her name is Cassandra, Casi for short.” Nicki took out a photo of
a woman and handed it to Nora. The woman had wavy mid-length platinum hair
with bangs, intended to draw attention from a wide forehead. She had a button
nose and a sharp chin. The beaming smile she wore, anchored between rosy
apple cheeks was like a streak of white lightning. Her grin was so captivating
that even a heart made of stone could not possibly hope to stand against
it. In fact, Nicki and Nora lingered silently over the photo for a while
until Nora broke the quiet.
“Reiker is an old son-of-a-bitch. She must be the trophy wife. Reiker
really gets the best that money can by.”
Nora noticed Nicki was still staring at the photo.
“You stare at that any more and I am going to think you're gay.”
Nicki humphed. She shook her head and turned the picture over. Something
about Casi Reikert turned her on and it annoyed her to think that anyone else
might find this out, especially Nora because she would never let Nicki hear
the end of it.
Nora laughed. “She is pretty hot. I'd do her.” She teased.
Nicki scowled and then returned to her description of the case.
“One weekend every month, Casi takes out $10,000 from her bank account and
comes here. She tells her husband it's a spa, but he and no one else he knows
has ever heard of it, making him suspicious.”
“You've already checked the place out?”
“Yeah, the block was bought up by a corporation a few years ago. They gutted
the houses and joined them. Can't find anything on the corporate owner other
than it pays its property taxes. However, whatever goes on in there, they
have some pretty high class clientele. Here are some pictures I've taken of
people going in.
Nicki flipped through her file to show a picture she had taken.
“Hey!”Nora cried. “I voted for her.”
Nicki showed her another.
“Hey! I love his movies!”
Nicki showed one more.
“Hey, I've downloaded all his band's songs! That's some spa.”
“If it IS a spa. Spas usually don't keep quiet about being able to draw
these kind of customers. Everyone going in there keeps a low profile. They
all go in in sunglasses, trench coats and jeans, totally incognito.”
“So you want me to get you in there?”
“Yeah, this looks like the best place to get in.” Nicki showed Nora a few
pictures of a door with a small console near the handle and a camera overhead.
“It's an entrance down in an alley. I haven't seen it ever been used. It
could be a secondary service entrance.”
“Hmmm.” Nora mused. “They got an SecureLock 3000. That is top of the line.
Took me a couple of weeks to hack it. Got a clear approach to the door too.
I can get a feed loop marker on that camera no problem so they'll see the
same five seconds over and over without ever knowing it.
Nicki smiled. “Great! Let's get this done. Casi is in there now. If
this place is a spa, we'll just get a few pictures. If it isn't, we'll get
a few more pictures.”
“Um, aren't you afraid we'll get caught? A place like that has to have
some serious security.”
“You've seen how the people dress who go in there. We shouldn't stand out
and if we do, we should have enough of a chance to get a disguise that will
buy us some time.”
“I sure hope you're right.” Nora said as she picked up her backpack
Nicki smiled as she grabbed her own satchel bag and they left the car.
Nicki directed Nora into the alley at the end of which was the door that
was in the photo. The two edged along a wall until they got underneath the
camera. Nicki gave Nora a lift up so she could place a small disc on it.
She counted to five and then stepped down.
“Ok, the only thing they'll see is the same five seconds of nothing repeating
over and over.” Nora said as she opened her back pack. She pulled out some
equipment that she used to pry of the electronic lock's casing. Next, she
took a hand held computer and used some wires which she connected to the lock's
exposed circuity. She tapped furiously at buttons for a few minutes until
there was a click and the door swung slightly ajar.
“There you go.” Nora said, smiling proudly as she shoved her equipment back
into her bag.
“Great!” Nicki said pulling out a flashlight to scan the darkness that lay
beyond the door.
The two went inside.
“Looks like a caterer's store room.” Nicki mused as her light fell over
stacked tables and chairs, open boxes of table cloth and napkins and cutlery.
Nora spied something else that caught her attention and went to the other
side of the room.
“What kind of caterer has this?” She said, reaching into a box and pulling
out a vibrator.
Nicki swept her flashlight across the room where Nora had gone. There the
contents was much different. It looked like they had stumbled into a sex
shop.
Nora murmured, “Wow, this is some kind of spa.”
Nicki grumbled. “There's a door.” She turned the handle and opened it into
plushly carpeted hallway painted in burgundy red and lined with garish bronze
lamps. The two found a pace to hid their bags. Nicki waved Nora to follow
her outside. They carefully moved down the hall and deeper into the building.
Just as they were about to reach an intersection, two woman turned the corner
and nearly walked into them. Nicki and Nora's jaws dropped. The two could
have walked out of a high class porn movie or men's magazine spread. Their
figures were a man's wet dream--huge firm breasts, incredibly narrow waists,
long slender limbs and hair so blonde it was blinding. Nicki and Nora had
a full view of the bodies of both women because instead of being dressed,
they wore the outline of dress. White cuffs with gold cufflinks were wrapped
around their wrists and white lapeled collars with black bow-ties adorned
their necks. They walked in high narrow heeled shoes.
Nicki and Nora froze speechless from the unexpected encounter with the nearly
nude pair.
“Savor the pleasure.” The two women giggled in unison. They swept passed
the flabbergasted pair and continued down the hall, their hips swaying in
unison.
“Yeah, this IS some kind of spa.” Nora said, still dumbfounded as the two
walked away.
Nicki waved Nora on, heading down a hall toward the sound of electronica
music and crowd sounds. At the end of the hall they found a wide open great
hall with multiple tiered balconies along its sides. The music bathed a large
crowd scattered massed in the center of the room in various stages of dress
and undress. Men and women were preoccupied with activities ranging from
conversational intercourse to physical intercourse.
Nicki pulled Nora away and they headed back to the storeroom.
“Hey, like what gives!?” Nora complained.
“Looks like I am going to need a disguise after all.” Nicki replied as
she turned on the storeroom light and sought out some “appropriate” clothing.
After some scrounging amongst some fetish gear, she found what she was looking
for. She stripped down to her underwear, handing her clothes to Nora, and
put on a slinky black dress and some heels.
“You stay here.” Nicki ordered. “I'll try to find Casi Reikert and get
some pictures.”
“Aw no way!” Nora complained. “And me miss out on all the fun?”
“I need you here to make sure we have an exit. If this place goes into
some lockdown mode, you might have to hack the lock again. Remember, we're
here for business, not pleasure. Pics of Casi fooling around will make us
both a lot of money.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Just stay here and keep out of trouble. I have my cell phone on vibrate.
If it looks like we have been discovered, give me a call and I'll get back
here and we'll go.”
“Ok.” Nora said glumly.
Nicki patted her on the head, turned off the light and walked quickly back
to the great hall.
Nora sat dejectedly in the darkness for the while. “Oh screw this!” She
decided. “What's the harm in just looking. Plus, if anything does go wrong,
I'm more likely to find out about it out there than here.” She convinced herself.
With careful steps, Nora retraced her path to the great hall. She stood
in the entryway watching the many scenes of the satiation of desire play out
before her. Her eyes wandered across the forms that were locked together,
the tall and muscular, the voluptuous and slender, figures ranging from the
delicate to the powerful. She drank in all the caressing, grinding, kissing,
licking, and biting. She saw sexual acrobatics she couldn't believe any human
body was capable of. It all filled her with inexpressible longing. These
were the type of experiences she had always wanted. What she wouldn't give
to dive right in. Her discretion forbade doing more than just looking. She
was on a job and she had to back Nicki up.
“Sub or dom!?” A harsh voice bellowed behind her.
Nora tried not to jump and turned slowly around. Behind her was a tall
woman, taller still thanks to her stiletto heels of many inches. Her exquisite
form encased in a skintight latex body suit of shiny black. The only ornamentation
on her suit were bracelets and collar that held menacing pointed studs. Her
face above the jaw was concealed by a cowl down the center of which ran a
series of more of those sharp studs. The woman's deep brown eyes sparkled
menacingly and her red lips were curled in a sneer.
“Sub or dom!?” She demanded to know again, her black covered hands curling
into fists.
Nora crouched in preparation of bolting by this fetishistic incarnation.
“Um, Presbyterian!” She shot back in answer.
“Interloper...intruder!!!” The woman hissed raising an arm. “Incapacitate!”
Nora took off, expecting to get by the woman while hopefully knocking of
balance. Instead, something happened that she never could have anticipated.
With catlike quickness, the woman raised and uncurled her hand, displaying
her black palm. From its center a narrow jet of inky black liquid shot out,
hitting Nora in the chest with some force. Nora flew back against the wall,
hitting it supine. She was held there, several feet above the ground, with
her arms and legs slightly spread-eagled. The ink spread out all over Nora's
body and clung to it. Not a drop of it fell away. Where the black liquid
touched her clothes, the fabric melted and merged into its darkness as if
being absorbed into it. Unable to move and too stunned to protest, Nora
felt the ink spread over the back of the head. It drank in her hair but
it paused to leave her face exposed. It made her feel as if she were floating
on water with only her face breaking the surface. After the liquid covered
her body, it congealed tightly against her flesh, molding to it like a second
skin. It left her for all intents and purposes naked as she was pinned against
the wall. The woman who had let loose the strange ink lowered her arm.
Nora strained to move but where her body was covered in black she could
barely even flex her muscles. “What the hell are you?” Nora cried.
“I am the Custodian.” The woman answered. “Now, interrogation!” She barked.
Nora tried to protest but instead words emerged from her mind and came out
freely. She could not stop them. “I am Nora Clark. I work with Nicki Smith,
a private detective. Cassandra Reikert's husband is paying us to find out
what she does here and get evidence if she is cheating on him.”
“So there is one other intruder here.” The woman mused. “Your friend will
located and incapacitated.” The Custodian said firmly, but then a smile came
to her lips. “However, before that happens I'll put you to good use.”
Nora didn't like the sound of that.
“Look, we'll like just leave. We won't cause any trouble. Let us go.”
The Custodian smiled. “Induct!” She commanded.
Nora felt the ink about her body begin to stir, molding the flesh beneath
it as it moved. Before her eyes her breasts swelled from regular to large
to huge. They hung almost free floating yet firm in their new fleshy roundness.
Her nipples stuck out like thick tongues. She could feel her waist being
cinched as if she were putting on the corset she wore with her Reconnaissance
fair costume. Flaring arcs emerged above and below he formally non-existent
waist. She could feel her legs starting to stretch like elastic, reaching
a bit toward the ground.
As dumbfounded as she was by the transformation, Nora realized what was
happening. “Those bimbos we saw when we first got here! She made them that
way! She is making ME that way.”
Nora was mostly afraid by the thought, but something within her, the part
that yearned for a something of a figure, enjoyed and urged on the change.
“Indoctrination!” The Custodian said firmly.
At that moment, Nora fell her consciousness fall away as if it had exploded
into splinters. Her thoughts were scattered into oblivion. Slowly, the pieces
of her mental self began to pull together again but in a mirror image of
their original composition. The lust and the need to satiate it that she
had felt watching the orgy in the great hall swelled in intensity. It became
the central core of her mind. Inhibition, restraint even good sense were
pushed aside. These all were reduced to mere urges that paled in comparison
to her hunger for the sensual.
Nora's memories fully returned. So did her awareness of what was happening
to her. These were rebuilt in her mind but all scaffolded weakly around the
ruling need to indulge in her incredible desire. Perhaps she could have resisted
this change, but, again, there was something in her that wanted this to happen.
There was something in her that was ready to trade her soul to practice
in the carnal acts she had seen in the great hall. At first it was liberating
to have this part of her freed, to acknowledge it, to wallow in it.
Meanwhile,the ink eroded to reveal Nora's changed skin. It was free from
aging sag and the effects of over indulgence in tobacco, alcohol and a junkfood
diet. The ink evaporated into nothingness except at her neck, her ankles
and feet and her crotch and the top of her head. Where it remained it formed
itself into the “clothing” that the two women she had seen before wore: a
collar with black bow tie, cuffs, a skimpy thong and high heels. Behind her
head, the ink separated and fell like many fine strands. It changed color
to a deep red and solidified into curly locks.
Slowly Nora slid down the wall to land on her new heels. She was able to
move again and look in awe at her body, savoring its delicious sexy combination
of fleshiness and firmness. Her hands wandered over her huge breasts. She
stroked her body's new deep and long curves. Her thoughts drifted on the
delights such a body could enjoy and inspire.
“I'm like soooo turned on.” Nora giggled. “I'm like soooo horny.”
But Nora realized too late that this sensuality came with its own chains.
The more she felt herself, the more anxious she became because she realized
she could not bring release herself. She needed someone else. The closest
person to her was the Custodian.
“Fuck me.” Nora begged with outstretched hands. “Please fuck me.
The Custodian understood Nora's plight and took some glee from it. “Your
needs will be taken care of. but first, there is the matter of your friend.
I need to know where she is.”
The Custodian's coyness created a dilemma for Nora. Nicki was her boss
and friend. She couldn't betray her freely. Why hadn't the Custodian asked
this question when Nora was under her interrogation? The Custodian was testing
her for some reason.
“I don't know.” Nora whined.
The Custodian slid her palm beneath one of Nora's large breasts, giving
it a soft squeeze.
Nora tried to fight off the delicious tingling that pulsed through her.
“Where is she?” The Custodian asked again.
“Please. I can't.”
The Custodian began to twirl Nora's nipple with her thumb. “Such a will
you have, but you cannot resist the pleasure.” She told Nora
It would have taken a lot to break the old Nora. She wouldn't have betrayed
Nicki for money or being slapped around. She certainly wouldn't have done
so for a cheap turn on. But for the new Nora, just being felt up was too
seductive. She didn't want it to end. She couldn't let it end.
“She'll be with Casi Reikert by now.” Nora found herself volunteering in
a breathy voice. “She changed from street clothes into a black dress so she
could blend in. She is about my height, brown hair, brown eyes. Oh yeah,
a few years older.”
“Excellent.” The Custodian replied as she continued to squeeze Nora's breast,
her approval causing Nora to blurt a squeal of glee. “You were tough, but
the indoctrination has never failed. You shall be rewarded. Do you like
being horny?”
“Yessss.” Nora hissed in answer.
“Do you want to cum?” The Custodian asked, increasing the rhythm of her
squeezing.
“Oh yes!” Nora exclaimed, each squeeze sent ripples of warmth through her
body. Each wave cascaded against her sensitive spots, making them vibrate
like ringing bells.
“Again and again?”
“Oh yes! Yessss!” Her lust welled within Nora, crowding out every other
thought. She wanted nothing else.
“Then you will do as I say?”
“Anything you say. Anything you want.” Nora said in a hot voice, drawing
out each syllable. Her sensual hunger bent what was left of her will to it's
craving. Her mind was left as malleable as clay as long as her desire got
what it wanted. “Anything!”
“Then I shall remake who you are. You shall become that person.”
“I shall become that person.” Nora repeated.
“You shall become one of my pleasure servants.”
“A pleasure servant. I am now a pleasure servant.” Nora sighed as she repeated
the words, affirming them.
The Custodian let her hand drift from Nora's heaving tit down her side,
making the transfixed woman's buxom form shudder.
“You exist to serve our customers' pleasure. You are at the command of
the house customers, me, of course me, and that worthless bastard the Caretaker
if he ever stuck around to do his job.” She told Nora, though muttering last
few words. “There will be no release without service. There will be no
pleasure without service. You exist to serve.”
“I exist to serve.” Nora moaned as her skin drank in the Custodian's touch.
“I exist to serve pleasure.”
“Serve and you shall be rewarded with pleasure.” The Custodian continued.
“Pleasure like nothing you have ever experienced before. You shall feel it
over and over and over.”
The Custodian had laid out a road map of what Nora had to do to obtain the
release she hungered so desperately for. She found herself focusing on those
commands, making them her creed. She would need to obey them and reap the
reward of ecstasy. Her entire focus wrapped around a solid core of one central
principal—to serve pleasure. “Serve the pleasure...serve the pleasure...serve
the pleasure...” She found herself thinking and chanting.
That part of Nora that had been in control since her mind warped was incapable
of withstanding the incredible urges of her body and she found herself ignoring
them the same way she might decide to buy a regular coffee instead of a latte
in order to save a few bucks. What was her self esteem and individuality
when serving the pleasure expand to became the central part of her being,
the center of existence, the very point to her life?
At the same time, she realized from what the Custodian had said and her
control over her own body that she could not serve of it of her own will,
she had to be commanded to do it. She could see in the twinkling mischievous
eyes of the Custodian that only that latex clad woman could issue that command.
Nora became frantic. What if the Custodian did not let her serve? “Please
let me serve the pleasure.” Nora begged desperately. “Please let me serve!”
The Custodian advanced to her and ran a hand through Nora's hair. “What
do you serve?” She asked.
“I serve pleasure!” Nora almost yelled.
The Custodian pointed to the great hall. “Go and do anything and everything
asked of you. I must find your friend now and incapacitate too before she
causes any more trouble. Damn Caretaker, he is supposed to make sure stuff
like this doesn't happen.”
Nora turned on her heels and strode toward the great hall. She managed
to stop at its threshold. The sights she saw there made her swoon where
they had tantalized her arousal just a little while before. She hesitated.
The old Nora's sense of self had one last flare. As weak as it was, it
clawed for control. If she could just leave, she might get outside and tell
someone what was going on here. Maybe the police or Mr. Reikert could so
something. If she could just leave.
Two women who had been french kissing nearby noticed Nora's distress. One
was a dusky skinned woman in a bra and garter belt with stockings. The other
was a blonde in a see-through teddy noticed her.
“Hey honey, I'm Sable and this is Iris.” The dusky woman said. “You're
new here aren't you?”
“You look new.” Agreed Iris.
“Hi. I'm Nora. Don't mind me, I'll be alright.” Nora said with some strain.
She tried to look away from their tight, hot bodies, but it was so hard.
Iris looked at her strangely, “Alright? You're a pleasure servant. You
must serve the pleasure.”
Sable smiled and put her arm around Nora. “Oh Iris, she hasn't been fully
indoctrinated. We better help her out. You'll be fine, hon, but first you
have to completely let go. You have let yourself go to fully become a pleasure
servant. You've got the bod. Now you need the mind.” She told Nora in a
smooth voice.
Iris stroked Nora's other shoulder. “Yeah, let go and just fuck like crazy.”
She told her breathily.
Nora's body began to tremble, as their touch fired the yearning in her body
into an inferno. It was a hunger to great to ignore. Nora knew she could
never withstand it. “Please.” Nora pleaded.
Iris ignored her, leaning over Nora's chest kissing her way down her breast
until she reached her now nearly rock hard nipple. She drew it into her mouth
and toyed it with her tongue. Iris copied the motion on her side until her
mouth covered the aerola and pulled at it with a rythmic sucking motion.
A wave of pleasant warmth flowed across Nora. Ironically, she began to shiver
in response. Adding to the assault, Sable reached her hand into Nora's, cupping
her cunt and teasing her clit with twirling motion from her thumb. Nora
found if she was not fully ready to serve in mind yet, her body was. Her
cunt bathed Sable's thumb with her wetness. Iris joined in from the other
side, pressing two fingers into Nora's ass. Nora gritted her teeth, expecting
pain only to find the feeling merged with the carnal joy of Sable's touch
at her cunt.
Nora writhed in their grasp. She felt the warmth growing into a strong
palpable force that gripped her body. It was too intense for intelligence
to withstand. It was too incredible to want any thing else.
Sable called into Nora's ear. “You are a pleasure servant. You serve the
pleasure of all.”
Iris called into the other, “Nothing else matters, just the pleasure. To
feel good, and to make us customers feel good.”
“Please.” Nora begged again, not really knowing if she meant release to
run or release to cum.
Iris felt their subject close to climax, they pulled away. Nora nearly
collapsed between them, but just stood panting furiously, her massive, engorged
chest heaving.
“More. More. Please more.” Nora found herself panting.
Sable called a nude man who was passing by. He was bald with a sharp head,
a broad chest many hands long, and powerful arms and legs. His exposed thick
cock seemed firm even when not in a state of full arousal. “Oh Mr. Jenkins,
could we have your assistance?”
At the sight of the three woman, his prick began to show his appreciation
of their presence by stirring in girth and length.
Sable took Mr. Jenkins' arm while Iris took the other. “Mr. Jenkins, this
is Nora. She is so ready to pop. Care to do the honors?”
“I hate to leave a lady in distress.” Mr. Jenkins said gruffly. He spun
Nora against a wall, pressing her against it. He was fully erect and plunged
into her. Grunting, he bobbed against her, puffing hot air against her neck.
Nora swooned from his scent, his primal grunting and his rough touch.
Mr. Jenkins grabbed handfuls of Nora's red hair. With a few thrusts he was
fully into her. Nora began moaning uncontrollably. Mr. Jenkins answered her
call with a hand that gently massaged her clit. Nora started to scream.
Mr. Jenkins again answered her excitement with his own and began to pump harder.
His waist made a loud slap against Nora's sleek round ass with each thrust.
Nora's felt knees started to wobble.
“Going to cum! Can’t hold it!” Mr. Jenkins growled. He bellowed and exploded
within Nora.
As his warmth entered her, Nora felt surges curl around her spine and tumble
into her brain so that her head started to spin. She craned back her head
and shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her last resistance poured out of her
with that scream. This felt so good. This is what she always wanted. She
wanted it over and over again. She wanted nothing else than to be a pleasure
servant.
She giggled as the surges faded. “I am a pleasure servant. Pleasure servant
of all.” She repeated deliriously.
Sable and Iris had been locked in an embrace as they watched Mr. Jenkins
fuck Nora, grinding their bodies tightly against one another like entangled
snakes.
“Oh my.” Said Sable. “The welcome for our newest addition is just beginning.
Let's take this party upstairs.”
“Oh yes.” Iris agreed.
“I always help women with needs.” Mr. Jenkins observed.
“As you wish.” Nora said cheerfully. “I serve the pleasure of all.”