Aftermath and a day of leisure!

In the sudden silence after Sage's departure, Dave tried to collect his thoughts. Before he could come up with anything to say to the harem, Jane spoke up.

"If none of y'all need me, I'm going to go hiking for a bit. I'm absolutely here to help if you need it, but I think that y'all are big girls who don't need me getting in your way. I'm planning on hiking up one of the mountains and doing some bird watching. Any of y'all are welcome to come along if you want to." Seeing that there were no takers, Jane got up and started walking towards the door. Stopping by Dave, she turned to face him. "Look, Brewer. I get that that bitch making you share your inner monologue with the group was shitty. It's a hard thing to do. But try not to beat yourself up over it. One way or another, we're all getting hit with something. Maybe more than one something, actually. You can't stop that. I think I can say we all appreciate you trying to look out for us, but at the end of the day, it is what it is." Leaning down to whisper in his ear, she continued. "Besides, don't tell me it wouldn't be hot just to walk up and stick your cock in Suze's mouth. And trust me, she had plenty of fun last night." Straightening up, she patted him on the shoulder. As she was walking away, she turned back and called out, "Hey, Brewer!" When he turned around, she flashed her boobs at him, cackling at the expression on his face. "Made you look!", she hollered out as she made her way out of the Center.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Dave looked around. Six faces with varying degrees of amusement were looking back at him. Suzanne made eye contact with him, blushed, and then got up and left, mumbling something about going for a shower and a walk as well, leaving Grace, Louise, Hillary, and the twins. Grace leaned over and whispered something to Bethany, who blushed but nodded. Standing up, Grace announced that she was heading to the pool and left. Angela stood and turned towards the door, but stopped when Bethany motioned her to stop and sit down. Clearing her throat, Bethany spoke. "If you've got a little free time, there's something we'd like to talk with you about."

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Wiping the sweat from her brow, Jane entered the clearing at the end of the trail. Looking around, she was struck by the natural beauty of the Ozark Mountains. In front of her was a a wooden platform sitting under an overhang of rock, pleasantly cool and out of the sun. On the platform were several rocking chairs and a couch with what appeared to be some kind of all-weather cushions. As Jane approached the seating area, she saw a small refrigerator sitting between the rocking chairs. Strangely, there was no power cord coming from it. Opening the fridge, she was treated to the sight of an assortment of bottled water, sports drinks, and beer, all chilled to within an inch of freezing. Smiling to herself, Jane grabbed a bottle of water, and after a moment's thought, a cold beer as well. Sitting in one of the rocking chairs, Jane removed her backpack and placed it on her lap. Opening it up, she removed the binoculars and birdwatching book. Holding the book in her lap, she began to flip through it, looking for familiar birds. She frowned. " Red Knobbed Coot? Blue Tit? Dickissel? Eight Hooter? Hairy Wood Pecker? Seriously??? Of course it's only going to be ridiculous bird species. Fucking Sage." Jane had to give the host credit. These actually WERE real bird species. That said, she didn't have much hope of spotting a Jackass Penguin here in the Ozarks. "Well, even if I can't identify them, I can at least look at them", she said to herself. Pulling out the binocular case, she opened it and extracted an elaborate, expensive-looking, if antique pair of binoculars. As she held them and looked at them, she was unsurprised when a text box popped up with the item's description.

Eye See You Voyeur's Glasses: These stylish and antique glasses (you young folks call them binoculars nowadays) will never fail to bring into focus that which you want to see AND hear (within reason). Additionally, thanks to the ever-generous Sage, there is a screenshot function available just for you, Jane. With a thought, these binoculars will record any image or footage, with a ten minute buffer. Additionally, these images and videos will be exclusively viewable by you and only those you give permission to. With our proprietary magi-tech, the gallery of saved pictures and videos will be accessible on your smart device and computer.

Hidden Effect: These binoculars will display any individual Jane looks at nude. If she focuses on them, she will also have access to what they are thinking and/or fantasizing about. These thoughts and fantasies are recordable. Jane will find watching and recording people she spies on more and more irresistible. While she isn't prohibited from telling the others about this functionality, the only person she'll never feel uncomfortable sharing her pictures and videos with is the Master.

"Huh." Jane was thoughtful. That was an... interesting feature to be sure. As she flipped back through the book, a scrap of paper fell out into her lap. Picking it up, she read, "Jane, You are obviously best for Harem Queen. Lead the others to best serve your Master. Do not be afraid to buy what you need to guide them. They'll thank you for it later. -Shar"

"Who the fuck is Shar?", she asked aloud. And what is this bullshit about a Harem Queen? What the hell is that about? Sage hasn't said anything about a Harem Queen. And buy shit for the others? Like transformations? Is this Shar person fucking mental? Jane thought back to the incident where she inadvertently made Grace purchase a permanent transformation. Granted, in retrospect, it had been hot to watch her get her throat fucked by Dave, but the guilt and shame she remembered once she had realized what she had done had taken some time to fade. She was in no hurry to relive any of those feelings. "Yeah... No. Thanks, but no thanks." Setting the book down, Jane picked up the binoculars and examined them. They looked like something out of a steampunk fantasy. There were brass fittings around the lenses with hashmarks around the circumference as well as dials set into the hinge holding the two lens tubes together. As she flipped a switch a small light lit up and a quiet hum emanated from the binoculars. She couldn't determine what the different settings did, but thought that the clicking sound that they made while she rotated them was quite satisfying. Holding them up to her eyes, she began scanning the area for birds. Spotting a hawk lazily circling in the air, Jane played with the replay functionality of the binoculars, watching the hawk fly forwards and then backwards at a thought. As her gaze panned over the camp grounds, she started picking out each building. As she scanned over the area where their cabins were, she was surprised to see Suzanne leaving the cabin she shared with the twins. And she was naked! Curious, Jane watched as Suzanne clutched a notebook in one hand and began heading up a trail. From the way that Suzanne was walking, Jane couldn't help but admire how un-self-conscious the teen appeared. As Suzanne walked, Jane was more than a little appreciative of the pleasant bounce and jiggle of the tall goth's breasts. Jane felt the beginnings of arousal as she thought back to the previous night's activities. Idly, Jane traced a fingernail lightly around her nipple as she appreciated the view of Suzanne's backside. Jane marveled at her good fortune as no trees obscured her view of Suzanne as the taller girl made her way to the Wilderness Pavilion and took a seat on a couch. Pulling out her notebook, Suzanne began to write.

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"I had a threesome with Dave and Jane last night!", Suzanne wrote. Did you now? the Book replied. And how was it? Suzanne blushed at the memory. "It was so good! Jane and I bought deep throat upgrades for each other. I gave Dave a blowjob and he came down my throat. Then he and Jane had sex. And I got under Jane and licked her while he took her from behind!" Oh yeah? Did you do anything else? Suzanne flushed. If she didn't know better, she'd swear the Book was teasing her. Like it enjoyed embarrassing her. Determined not to let some silly magic journal get the best of her, Suzanne began writing again. "I cleaned Jane's pussy with my tongue after Dave came inside her. I thought it was so hot. So naughty! And it tasted good." That last sentence had been hard to write. She was definitely thinking about the night before. Watching that big beautiful cock jerk and pulse inside Jane, Suzanne had been envious of the older woman. She wanted to know what it felt like. And when Dave's cock had withdrawn from Jane, slimy with their combined cum, she hadn't hesitated and had sucked him right into her mouth before she could talk herself out of it. The taste that greeted her was indescribable. She could only say that it was pleasant, and that it sent a jolt straight to her libido. And then, like some kind of magic trick, a big dollop of cum began pooling at the entrance to Jane's vagina. Suzanne had watched it form, dangling, growing ever larger as more of Dave's seed leaked out of Jane. Again, impulsively, Suzanne had lifted her mouth to Jane's pussy and greedily licked and swallowed everything she could. She had felt a sense of satisfaction that she had been able to take both of her partners to orgasm with her mouth. And then Dave had gone down on her! How many times had she wondered what it would be like to be in bed with him? The reality had been so much better than any fantasy, even if none of her fantasies had ever included another woman. She looked back to the Book.

So you liked licking the freshly fucked pussy of another woman, eh? No shame in that, Suzanne. And you liked the taste? Why, I believe that the Master will be happy to oblige you any time you like. But fair is fair. You told me a secret, so I shall tell you one. Right now, Bethany is watching her sister give the Master a blowjob. She wants to do her part to make sure that "blowjob" gets checked for every girl here. Louise and Hillary are currently watching. Wanna know more?

Suzanne sat stunned. No doubt about it now. She was wet. She thought back to the dating sim. When Bethany had used her own sister's mouth for her date. Suzanne began to stroke up and down her pussy lips. Belatedly, she realized that once again she had neglected to wear any panties. For once, she was glad for this development. Swapping hands, she began to write again. "I do! What else is going on?"

Now now. You know it doesn't work that way. You tell me something, I tell you something. Quid pro quo.

"Damn it!" Suzanne didn't regularly curse, but it felt appropriate in the moment. Thinking, she began to write. "This morning, I woke up holding Dave's hand to my boobs. I knew what I was doing, but I chickened out and acted like it was an accident. I don't know how Jane does it. She IS super sexy, but I don't know if I'll ever have her confidence. She and Dave went downstairs and started having sex again. They woke me up and I was so turned on that I came in about thirty seconds. I wanted to go downstairs and have him take my virginity, but again, I chickened out. Part of me wants Jane or one of the other girls there with me and part of my wants just Dave and me."

I can work with that. So you enjoyed hearing them fuck? And you thought you might like to give it a go yourself, huh? There's no time like the present, Suzy-Q. Angela has finished blowing the Master. When he said he was cumming, Bethany had him cum all over her tits and then had Angela clean her up. She quite forgot that Louise and Hillary were watching and is currently trying to figure out what to say or if she should say anything. Louise saw how much the Master liked it, so she is trying to give Bethany supportive smiles. Hillary isn't sure what to think. She's currently thinking about what it felt like to have Angela lick her ass and is wondering if maybe Bethany will tell Angela to do it again. Hillary is also trying to get up the courage to give the Master a blowjob as well. After all, only she and Jane have yet to do so.

"Holy shit!" Suzanne spoke the words aloud. "Holy shit!" What was Beth thinking? There's no way this stays a secret now! Then again, Louise is apparently on board with it. Grinning, Suzanne thought that there was a near zero percent chance that Jane would disapprove either. That only left Hillary and Grace. From what she could tell about Grace, the short, petite Assistant District Attorney was shockingly open-minded and ruthlessly practical when it came to sex, apparently. Suzanne just couldn't imagine Grace saying anything negative about the twins' sexual involvement with each other. It all came back to Hillary. Suzanne was reasonably sure that with everyone else on board with the twins' decision, Hillary wouldn't be a lone holdout, if she even cared to begin with. Suzanne reflected on her own reaction to Angela's confirmation. She hadn't been disgusted or offended. She had thought it was hot. Sexy. Perhaps Hillary would as well? Picking up her pen, she began to write again. "Can you tell me if Hillary has a problem with Angela and Bethany hooking up?"

I thought we had covered this already, Suzanne... You tell me something, I tell you something.

Suzanne frowned. In a fit of desperation, she started writing again. "What if you ask me a question and I answer it? I can't think of anything to tell you, but that is probably because I'm flustered. Would that work?"

The Book was silent. Suzanne began to think that she had crossed a line and angered it when text began appearing. That could work. Bear in mind though, that I won't begin to answer any of your questions until I feel that you have given me a complete and honest answer. Should you lie or refuse to answer my question, there will be consequences. If you agree, this will be our arrangement for ONE question only. Should you desire to do so again, we may make a similar pact. But to be clear, Suzanne Green, do not try to mislead or leave out any details. If you agree to my terms, write, "I agree" underneath this paragraph and I will come up with a question. You may have up to 24 hours to answer it. Failure to do so within that timeframe will be treated as violating our pact. Are these terms acceptable?

Suzanne shivered. Suddenly, this little game of telling secrets had begun to feel like less of a game and more like something she should walk away from. However, a little voice in her head kept reminding her how much fun it was to learn all of these sexy secrets. It can't be that bad. What's the worst that can happen? The Book asks me a question that's embarrassing. It's done that before. And guess what? You survived it just fine. It's just a question, Suzanne. Come on! Stop acting like a little girl and start acting like a woman! Before she could talk herself out of it, Suzanne wrote, "I agree." For an instant, she could have sworn she felt like the book was smiling. But that would be impossible! Books couldn't smile! Not even magical ones... right?

Excellent. My question for you, Suzanne Green, is this: What does it feel like when the Master cums inside your sweet little pussy? The current time is 10:30 AM. You may have until 10:30 AM tomorrow to answer my question.

Suzanne stared at the words. She read them. She read them again. She understood the words, but couldn't grasp what they meant. Slowly, her brain kicked back into gear. "How should I know? I haven't had sex with him!", she wrote.

Yet.

Suzanne sat stunned. The Book's meaning was clear. Her virginity had a 24 hour shelf life. She kicked herself for acting like an impulsive little girl. Only a stupid teenager would agree to such an obviously dumb set of terms! Stupid! As she mentally berated herself, Suzanne promised herself that she would put the Book down for good after she got herself out of her current pickle. She couldn't help but think though that depending on what the Book had to give her for her virginity, she might be willing to answer another question...

Coming to her senses, Suzanne got to her feet. She had well and truly fucked up and Jane was the only person she could think of to ask for advice. The only thing Suzanne had to do was find her. In the woods. On a mountain. Suzanne sighed. She decided to head back to the Center and ask if anyone knew which way Jane had gone. She was halfway there before she remembered what the Book had told her was happening at the Center. Blushing, she quickened her pace. She told herself that she just wanted to get there before anyone left. Her increased pace had absolutely nothing to do with wanting to watch Hillary suck David's cock.

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Jane sat back, stunned. Only now did she question how she had been able to hear what Suzanne had written in that journal. And what that journal had apparently written back. She flashed back to the scene in the Center. As soon as she had read the journal's statement that Angela was blowing Brewer, her gaze had gone straight to the Center, where , to her amazement, she had watched Bethany stand up and walk around to stand behind Brewer. Jane didn't question her ability to see inside the building, and she likewise took for granted her ability to understand what was said. In what was a near repeat of her dating sim, Bethany had leaned down and whispered in Brewer's ear, asking him if he'd like a blowjob. And before the surprised Brewer could do anything but splutter and blush, Angela had smoothly knelt between his legs and fished his hard cock out of his pants. She had stroked it a few times, making eye contact as she leaned in and licked the little drop of precum from the tip before opening her mouth and going to work. Bethany had rested her head on Brewer's shoulder, looking down at her sister sucking his cock. Bethany had gently caressed Brewer's chest, arms, and face while she whispered increasingly depraved things into his ear. Jane had watched, one hand inside her shorts, rubbing her pussy as Beth had gently encouraged Brewer to put his hands on Angela's head and use her. She had heard the groan from Angela as Dave had done just that. With Dave's hands now occupied, Bethany had dropped one hand to her own pussy while the other played with her nipple piercings. Each moan from Angela caused an echoing groan from Dave.

Jane looked from the blowjob to Louise and Hillary. Louise was watching the scene intently. Jane watched as the tall brunette fidgeted in her seat, her nipples prominently poking through her shirt. Louise was smiling, idly stroking her fingernails up and down her leg. Hillary, on the other hand, looked shocked. Her face was flushed and her eyes wide. Jane noted though, that Hillary was still sitting there and watching. Nobody had told her that she had to stay. Movement in her peripheral caused Jane to switch her focus back to Louise. She watched as her roommate worked her hand into her shorts and began openly playing with her pussy. It appeared that only Brewer noticed. Hillary apparently had eyes only for his cock, and the twins were wrapped up in the shared sensations from Bethany playing with her own pussy, it seemed. Angela continued working Dave's cock and when he announced that he was about to cum, Bethany, apparently basking in the afterglow of her own orgasm, dashed around and knelt in front of Brewer and grabbed his cock, jerking him off onto her modest chest.

Jane's own fingers had been busy and she found herself on the precipice of orgasm as Brewer unloaded rope after rope of cum onto Bethany's breasts. When Bethany looked at Angela and ordered her to clean up the mess with her mouth, Jane, shocked to her core, came hard. In the aftermath of her own orgasm, Jane panned back over to the Wilderness Pavilion where she watched Suzanne strike her deal with her journal. "Oh shit. Oh Suze. Sweetie!" Jane's expression mirrored the shock on Suzanne's. Slowly, Jane lowered her binoculars. Packing her things up for her return hike, she talked to herself. "Suzy, my dear, you and I are going to have a little chat."

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Blowjob! +8 VP

Angela: 35 VP

In the Center, three sets of eyes watched as Angela licked Dave's cum from her sister's chest. Dave sat speechless. His cock had rapidly regained its stiffness watching the sisterly sapphic display. Tearing his eyes away from the twins, he looked back to Louise. She had removed her hand from her pussy, but was now looking intently at him. Seeing that she had his attention, she briefly cut her eyes towards the twins and then looked back to Dave with a cocked eyebrow. She mouthed, "That's hot!" Dumbly, Dave nodded back at her. Grinning, Louise motioned towards Hillary with her head and another questioning expression on her face. Dave, confused, shrugged his shoulders. Rolling her eyes, Louise briefly mimed a giving a blowjob and then tilted her head again towards Hillary. Eyes wide, Dave finally understood what Louise was asking him. Louise smiled at his expression. She winked at him and smiled, mouthing, "Trust me!" Dave nodded. It's not like I have much choice, he thought to himself.

As Angela finished licking up Dave's cum, Bethany, lost in the moment, grabbed her sister and began making out with her, searching out any last bits of cum on Angela's tongue. Suddenly, Bethany remembered where she was and who she was in front of. Blushing furiously, she looked up at their audience, expecting shock and scorn. Unable to face Dave, the first face Beth saw was Louise. Much to her surprise, Louise was smiling warmly at her and her twin. Looking to Hillary, Beth found the shock she was expecting, but not the judgment.

"Wow" Dave couldn't have kept his mouth shut if his life had depended on it. Sheepishly, he looked at Bethany and Angela. "Um... that was really hot. But, um, do you mind if I uh, ask about uh, you know-"

"Yes. We've had sex." All eyes turned to Angela. Defiantly, she met every eye in the room. "Beth and I have an unconventional relationship. Things have changed, for all of us here, in the last few days. No, we never did anything like this before we came here. I think I've seen Beth naked maybe 5 times since we were in high school. But now, with this", she gestured at the room, its occupants, herself, her sister, "things have changed. I love my sister. I love sex with my sister. Is that going to be a problem?" The defiance returned to her expression, daring anyone present to challenge her. Bethany reached out and held her sister's hand.

"This is my doing", Bethany said. As Angela looked sharply at her, Bethany shook her head and continued. "The first time that we did anything was yesterday morning. At my order. And then we did it again. Because I told her to. This is my fault. If you're upset, you should be upset with me." She squeezed Angela's hands and smiled at her twin. "But you should know that Angela is right. I love her. I", she cleared her throat and continued. "I ahem love loving her. And I don't intend to stop."

Louise sank from her chair to her knees and put an arm around each of the twins. "Angela, Bethany, as long as nobody's getting hurt, I say do what makes you happy. I think it's pretty hot, actually, and from the state of David's, umm... manhood, I'd say he appreciates it too." Louise turned and reached a hand towards Hillary. The flustered Japanese woman allowed Louise to pull her from her seat to join the trio already on the floor. Reaching out, Louise boldly wrapped her hand around Dave's cock and gently stroked it. Winking at Dave's shocked expression, Louise turned back to Hillary. "What do you say, Hillary?"

Hillary's eyes shot open and she looked at Louise incredulously. Blushing, she opened and closed her mouth several times before she was able to form words. "Wha? Here? Now? I... um, I don't know?" Inwardly, Hillary kicked herself for sounding so unsure. Logically, she knew that she needed to do this sooner rather than later. Especially if she had any hope of repeat performance points for herself and her... situation. But knowing something and having to do something were very different animals indeed. Mesmerized, she watched Louise continue to slowly stroke up and down the Master's big, beautiful cock. Hillary began to feel nervous. What if he didn't want her to do that? What if he didn't let her? She had gone out of her way to fuck him over in his divorce. Despite what Louise had told her over the last couple of days, Hillary still wasn't sure that the Master would truly let bygones be bygones.

Dave watched the scene unfold in front of him. After he had cum all over Bethany, his lust-addled mind had calmed down and his ability to critically think had returned. That return was short-lived, however, as Angela had then begun cleaning his cum off of her twin. With her mouth. And then they had begun making out. And had announced that they were having sex. With each other. Unbidden, various images populated his imagination, each more scandalous than the previous. And then Louise had started playing with his cock, firmly bringing his attention back to the present. The twins had moved off to one side, leaving Louise on her knees in front of him along with her. Hillary. Dave prided himself on his professionalism. He liked to think that he had a thick skin, that he didn't let shit get to him. Every time he looked at Hillary though, he was reminded of her treachery. Her duplicitousness. The way that she had single-handedly nearly ruined his career. He knew that her current circumstances were extraordinary. He was well aware that she was in a position of need and that he was literally the only person who could help her. He had promised himself that he would do everything he could to get these women back home as intact as possible. But that didn't stop his gut reaction every time he saw her. As Louise spoke to Hillary, his eyes shot to his ex-wife. As he opened his mouth to protest, she gave him a sharp look and a brief shake of her head, followed by a pleading expression. Looking over to Hillary, Dave saw that her eyes were fixed squarely on his cock. Disbelievingly, he watched Louise take Hillary's hand and guide it to his cock. Her hand was smaller than Louise's. He sucked in a breath at the contact. Her eyes shot to his and she wore a fearful expression. Louise tightened her hand around Hillary's, not allowing her friend to withdraw her hand from Dave's dick.

"You know you need to do this, Hillary. And David is going to let you, isn't that right, David?", Louise calmly and softly stated.

In that moment, the situation became real for Dave in a way it hadn't before. The previous interactions with the girls in his harem had been undeniably fun, but had all had a sense of unreality to them. As if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop or to eventually wake from the most amazing lucid dream he'd ever experienced. But now, seeing the expression on Hillary's face, something in him clicked. The idea that his nemesis would literally be on her knees begging to suck his dick was the final straw that pushed him fully over the cliff of hesitation and into the realm of active participant. He knew that he would help her. He knew that he would let her blow him. But he was her Master. And a Master was owed his due. Standing up, he moved to stand in front of her, his cock at eye level. Reaching down, he caressed her cheek before gently grabbing a handful of hair on the back of her head and forcing her to look up at his face. She let out a frightened squeak, but otherwise said nothing. Her hand was still slowly, gently stroking him, Louise's hand long gone.

"David, what are you-", Louise began to ask.

"Shhhh, Louise", he interrupted. "Everything is fine. But Hillary and I have something we need to talk about, don't we, Ms. Kobayashi?" Meeting Louise's eye, he gently shook his head at the pleading expression on her face. "Ladies, especially you two", he said, gesturing to the twins, "I thank you for a delightful morning. But will you give me and Ms. Kobayashi some privacy please? We have some things to discuss." Holding up a forestalling hand to Louise, Dave continued. "I promise that all is well. And she is welcome to discuss whatever she feels comfortable with later. But for right now, I'm going to need you three to head out for a bit, OK? Why don't you go keep Grace company at the pool?" Getting nods from the trio, he looked back to Hillary's stunned expression. He felt a smile tugging at his mouth as he realized that she still hadn't stopped stroking him. Good. Very Good. As the twins and Louise silently filed out of the Center, Dave returned his hand to Hillary's cheek. Feeling a boldness that was entirely foreign to him, he traced her lips with his thumb, and as she allowed her lips to be parted, pushed it into her mouth, whereupon she dutifully began sucking on it.

"Hillary. We've got a mess here, don't we?", he asked, looking down at her. Mutely, she nodded, still with his thumb in her mouth. "I gotta tell you, and I'm sure this won't come as a surprise to you, but at one point, I really did consider some drastic things when it came to you." He watched as her eyes lowered in shame. "Now, now. I'm not saying that to try to make you feel bad. Or worse. Or whatever. I'm just acknowledging the elephant in the room, right? So please, look at me." He gently pulled his thumb from her mouth and tilted her head back until she was looking him in the eye again. "I do want to help you. All of you. Jane, Louise, and Grace have all tried to hammer that into my thick skull. Telling me that I need to get over myself and get to work if I'm going to do anything constructive or productive. But you know what? It took seeing you, right now, in front of me, on your knees playing with my cock before that really sank in." He watched as a beautiful flush colored her cheeks, but he noted with pleasure that she had neither stopped her hand's movement nor broken eye contact. "I think I finally get it. At least more than I did before, anyways. I'm the Master, and you", he closed his eyes as an especially pleasurable sensation hit him, "You are in my harem. Mine. Forever. Are we on the same page, more or less?" Hillary mutely nodded, her wide eyes never leaving his. "Good. While I can say that I've moved on and forgiven and all that, the truth is, I don't think I have."

Fuck!, Hillary thought. Despair coursed through her. Of course he hasn't! Who would? I know I wouldn't if he had done the same to me. Is that why he asked the others to leave? So he could tell me in private? So they wouldn't yell at him? So they wouldn't see me cry? Hillary felt the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes. She determined that he wouldn't see her cry, though. His next words shattered all of her thoughts about crying, however.

"I don't think I CAN. At least, not yet. And I don't think you'd believe me if I just told you I had, would you?" He searched her face. He waited and eventually was rewarded for his patience with the tiniest of head shakes. "And unless I'm way off, you probably feel some kind of guilt for what you did to me, don't you?" Nod. "And that's probably interfering with whatever relationship we're supposed to be building here, I'd guess. Am I close?" Another nod. "I thought so. You and I are kind of similar in that regard, Hillary. Until a debt has been paid, I don't feel right or comfortable, you know?" This time, her affirmative nod came quicker. "So here's what I am proposing. I am going to, with your agreement, use you. I am going to fuck you how I see fit. You will atone for what you did to me, and in the process, help your cause. And afterwards, we'll be square. I think you'll have forgiven yourself as well. I know how wildly fucked up this sounds, but I think-"

"Hai David-sama. Kanben shite kudasai moushiwake gozaimasen" Hillary took her hand from Dave's cock and adopted a dogeza pose. She remained there, forehead touching the ground, arms extended towards his chair.

Not being a speaker of Japanese, Dave could only guess at the meaning of what she had said. Her body language, on the other hand, needed no translation. Dave allowed one last pang of uncertainty to wash over him. Am I really about to do this? Is she really going to offer herself up as an apology because I ASKED her to? Is this the precedent for apologies going forward? As expected, the Voice was quick to reply. Of course it isn't, you fucking knob. That's just you trying to puss out after you gave this woman hope. Look at her. She's ****. Broken. Is this the ball-busting bitch that tanked your life and career? No. She's a scared lady on a fucking intergalactic sex reality show and she's stuck with you. For the rest of her life. And she knows that she more than just did you wrong. She nearly ruined you. She's terrified. Because if the roles were reversed, she knows that she likely wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. Even now, she's this close to completely losing it. You've given her the most dangerous **** in the world, my dude. Hope. She is simultaneously hoping with all her might that you were serious and at the same time, she is preparing for your inevitable betrayal as you laugh at her from your position of power. Oh, so you're going to play the "Moral Imperative" angle again? We're fucking for the greater good? Is that it? The Voice laughed. Please. We're fucking her because we WANT to. Because she's hot. But more than that, YOU need to do this Brewer. For your own good. If you can't see yourself as a Master, these girls sure as shit won't. And that's not doing them any favors. NOBODY respects a man of weak convictions. Be the man that they need you to be. Fucking own this. Own HER. Do you see what she's doing? Does this look like **** to you? No. She NEEDS this. She needs you to take charge. To put her in her place. Or have you forgotten that transformation shit? She's got some conflicting shit going on in her head right now. On the one hand, everything she knows tells her that she is a Strong Woman Who Don't Need No Man, while on the other, this fucking magic shit is telling her that her place is beneath you. Putting you first. In everything. It's gotta be tearing her apart. You literally need to fuck the bitch out of her, Brewer. For both your sakes.

As the internal debate raged, Dave waited for his conscience to make a counter-argument. But none came. Alright, Mr. Voice. You win. You better be right. For all our sake. Standing up, David looked down at Hillary. "Sit up." Gone was his pleasant, if resigned tone. In its place was a firm, unyielding voice of command. Hillary collected herself and sat up, although her eyes remained on the ground. "Look at me", Dave commanded. Slowly, Hillary looked up. Dave watched a complex array of emotions wash over the kneeling woman's expression. Reaching out, He caressed her cheek. To his surprise, she actually leaned into his hand. Keeping his face expressionless, he nodded. "Open your mouth." His hand snaked along to the back of her head and drew her face towards his hard cock. As his cock made contact with his tongue, a jolt of arousal shot straight to his brain. The power he felt. Her submission. It was a heady combination. He drew in a breath as her tongue caressed the head of his cock.

"Suck." Closing her eyes, Hillary began blowing him. No, he thought. That's not right. She was worshipping his cock. The way she would pump her hand up and down his shaft. The way she would periodically withdraw him from her mouth to lay gentle, reverent kisses along its length. The way she whispered, "Thank you", when he told her what a good cocksucker she was. He luxuriated in her glossy black hair. So fine. So soft. Her eyes. So expressive. Without thinking, he put pressure on the back of her head. She immediately obliged, coming forward on his cock. He felt the entrance to her throat when she convulsed and coughed his dick out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry. Please. I can do this! Please!" She was frantic. She had given over to that compulsion to let him be in charge. She desperately wanted to please him. If he wanted her throat, then she would be damned if she kept him from it. It was HIS. It was his right. Slowly, she worked her way back down his cock. As he approached the spot where her gag reflex had triggered, she slowed down, and gingerly, eased more of him into her mouth. Willing herself to stay calm, demanding of her body that it obey her, she slowly, tortuously, worked his cock further into her throat. She found that swallowing helped her gag reflex. She found that swallowing made his cock jump. The first time she swallowed, both of his hands had shot to her head and an incomprehensible groan had escaped from his mouth. Hillary's whole world shrunk down to her mouth, her tongue, the thick fleshy invader in her throat, and the feeling of his hands on the side of her head. When she needed a breath, she backed off, slowly, so as to prolong his pleasure. Taking a deep breath, she once again, ever so slowly worked more and more of him down her throat. How long this went on, she couldn't say. Her world collapsed into this rhythm. Every circuit, more of his cock would disappear down her throat. It was a surprise to her when her lips encountered the skin of his pubic mound. The hands on her head tightened their grip. Involuntarily, the Master took a step forward, driving his steel-hard cock just that tiniest bit further into her throat. Hillary found herself on her knees, her torso upright, her head tilted all the way back and David with his cock punching straight down her throat. She felt a hand leave her head and go to her throat. "Oh holy fuck, Hillary!", he exclaimed.

Blowjob! +8 VP

Hillary: 41 VP

Dave was in awe. Grace and Suzanne had taken him deep as well, but as far as he knew, Hillary was doing this on determination alone. As his hand reached her throat, he felt himself through her throat. "Oh fuck me", he groaned. Hillary let him do with her as he pleased. Not once did her hands come up to try to stop him or otherwise interfere with his use of her. Her complete submission to him was what sent him over the edge. Gripping the back of her head, he thrust down, unloading pulse after pulse into her furiously swallowing throat. Gingerly, carefully, he extracted his slowly softening cock from her mouth. With weak knees, he collapsed into his chair. "Holy shit, Hillary. That was fucking intense! Are you OK?"

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Hillary made eye contact with him and nodded. Leaning forward, she captured his cock and began gently nursing on it, lightly playing her tongue along the underside of his cock head. Dave threw back his head and moaned. "Fffffuck! If you keep that up, I'm going to get hard." Hillary didn't let up. Nor did she speed up. She slowly, gently, obediently serviced her Master.

With a quickness that surprised Dave, he felt himself beginning to stiffen again. Holy shit! Three in a row? Back to back to back? Guiltily, Dave found himself grateful to Sage for the upgrade to his equipment. Looking down at the beautiful Japanese woman worshipping his cock, Dave again felt a surge of lust. Of power. Of control. There was no internal debate this time. The Voice was victorious. For this round, anyways. "Hillary. Look at me", he commanded. Obediently, she raised her eyes to his, never stopping her work on his manhood. "I told you what would happen if you kept sucking on my cock, didn't I?" Silently, she nodded her head slightly, extracting his cock to lick it while she nodded. Dave fought the urge to close his eyes in pleasure. "Well now you've gotten me hard again. What am I to do now?" This was uncharted territory for Dave. He had thought about experiencing some kind of D/S dynamic one day, but had never actually thought it would happen. Thus far, Hillary had let him dictate the terms of the engagement. Completely at a loss, he opted for a Hail Mary and put the option to Hillary as to what to do next. He reckoned that worst case scenario, he'd get another phenomenal blowjob. Face reddening, Hillary looked down and mumbled something. Dave nearly broke character before remembering himself. In an imperious tone, he addressed her. "Speak up. And look at me when you speak to me." Hillary gave a distinct nod, and drawing a breath, squared her shoulders and straightened up, looking Dave in the face.

"I said that there is more to me than just my mouth." She swallowed. "Master." She once again bowed her head.

No doubt about it. Her calling him Master unleashed something primal within him. "Show me", he growled. With a nod, she stood and shimmied out of her shorts and underwear. He stared at the junction of her legs as she pushed her panties down. Gone was his shame. She was his to stare at. As the waistband continued it's southern progress, nothing but smooth skin was revealed until her underwear no longer had any tension keeping it on her body. It dropped away, exposing Hillary's bare sex. Her labia were puffy and prominent. He watched as a tiny strand of liquid stretched from her lips to the gusset of her panties before breaking.

Showed Master Her Pussy! +5 VP

Hillary: 46 VP

He allowed his eyes to slowly travel up her body, stopping again to focus on her breasts and the rings that she would apparently wear forever. Continuing his visual survey of the woman who had caused him such torment, his gaze made its way to her face. Her face scarlet, she nonetheless maintained eye contact with him. Seeing that she had his attention, she kicked her shorts and panties to the side. Nodding to herself, she closed her eyes and turned around before slowly sinking to her knees. Her torso continued its forward progress until her forearms were resting on the floor with her forehead resting on top of them. Dave couldn't take his eyes off of her. Greedily, he stared at her exposed pussy and ass. He watched, fascinated, as a bead of liquid collected on one of her labia before falling to the floor. Her invitation was clear. She had serviced him with her mouth. Now she was offering her pussy. Dave stood from his chair before sinking to his knees behind her. Gently, but firmly, he rested his hand on the smooth pale expanse of her ass. She flinched slightly, but said nothing. He marveled at the firmness of her ass. It was perfect. Round, bouncy, muscular. He gave it a squeeze and was more than satisfied with the firmness. Hillary let out a quiet moan. Unable to stop himself, Dave gave her ass a spank. He delighted in the ripple that expanded from his point of impact. Hillary let out a louder moan, but made no move to distance herself from him. As he shifted his position, his erect cock brushed up against the sopping mess that was her pussy. Feeling the contact, Hillary raised her ass slightly, as if inviting Dave.

Grasping his cock, Dave teased her pussy with it, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating the head with her abundant juices. As he moved to push inside of her, a hand shot back and stopped him. "Not there. Please." Dumbfounded Dave froze. Looking to Hillary, he saw an anxious expression on her face.

"Not here?", he said, gently tracing her lips with his cock.

She shook her head and lowered her ass slightly, bringing him in contact with her rosebud. "There. You'll be the first. The only one. Please." She looked away from him, returning her head to rest on her forearms.

Dave stared, stunned. Oh my fuck. Had anyone told him a week ago that Hillary Kobayashi would be on her knees begging him to fuck her ass after blowing him and calling him "Master", he'd have told them they were crazy. But here he was, dick pressed up against her asshole, her pushing slightly back against him, asking him to fuck her. In her ass. Gingerly, he backed up a step. Before she could voice a complaint, he placed both hands on her cheeks, kneading them and spreading them. Tentatively, he pressed his middle finger against her opening. A sharp intake of breath from Hillary made him draw back.

"No. Please. It felt. Good." She whispered the last word.

Dave returned his finger to her anus and pressed gently against her. The spongy, rubbery ring of muscle yielded to his finger suddenly and with a gasp and a moan of pleasure from Hillary, he was suddenly up to his first knuckle. Gingerly, he worked his finger in and out, to increasingly needy moans from Hillary.

"Yes. Please. More", she panted.

Obligingly, Dave removed his finger. Amazed, he realized that it was shiny with lubrication. Lifting his finger to his mouth, the unmistakable scent of aroused woman greeted his nose. Gripping her ass with both hands, Dave brought his mouth to her, bathing her back door with his tongue. Hillary moaned and pressed back against him. Firming up his tongue, he speared it inside her. Hillary gasped in pleasure.

"Please! Please fuck me! Please, Master!" Her face burned with a mix of arousal and shame. She was caught up in an ever-widening spiral of lust. She could no more stop herself from begging him than she could stop breathing. It was her place. Beneath him. Serving him. The thoughts, once so alien, so unwelcome to Hillary the Lawyer, were embraced by the new Hillary. The ramifications and fallout from this act would be a problem for Future Hillary. The Hillary of right now needed Dave and she needed him NOW.

Straightening up, Dave knee-walked back up to the kneeling woman. Bringing his cock up against her dripping pussy, he lingered there only long enough to wet the head. Placing his cock against her asshole and pressed. Simultaneous groans came from both Dave and Hillary. Dave, who had limited experience with anal before stopped immediately, not wanting to hurt Hillary. To his surprise (and delight), she pressed back against him, taking him to the root in one smooth motion. "Hoooo fuck!" Speech more complex than that was impossible. He groaned in pleasure. Hillary squeezed him, setting off another moan in stereo from the pair. Looking down, Dave grabbed two handfuls of ass and pulled her to him. Reveling in the moist heat, he began to stroke in and out of her. Still not believing the situation he had found himself in, Dave periodically looked down to watch as his cock smoothly disappeared inside of her. As it became more and more evident that the noises coming from Hillary were those of pleasure, Dave picked up his pace. Soon, a rhythmic slap slap slap could be heard as his thighs impacted her ass, causing delightful shockwaves across her backside. To his surprise, Hillary soon began actively thrusting back against him. Gone was the shy, demure woman who had so submissively offered herself to him. In her place was a woman possessed. Actively pushing back, meeting his every thrust with increasing passion.

"Hillary!" Dave couldn't help himself. He had to say her name. Had to hope that she would hear the way he said it. "Oh God! This feels so good!" Impulsively, he reared back and brought his hand down on her ass with a resounding Crack! Hillary moaned out a, "Yes!" Not bothering to question this turn of events, he repeated his action on the other cheek. Alternating his target, soon her ass was a rosy shade of pink. Stopping his spanking, he resumed kneading her ass, to her apparent pleasure. Pulling her tight against him, he buried himself inside her, and held her close. "Squeeze me. Work my cock with your ass, Hillary."

Hillary did as she was asked. She had been completely unprepared for the pleasure she was experiencing. From the first touch, she had been on fire. Every moan, every groan, every twitch of that cock that was lodged deep inside her sent shockwaves straight to her brain's pleasure centers. She found that pleasure greatly increased as she flexed her muscles and squeezed him. Unable to contain her passion, she began grinding into her Master. Suddenly, she felt hands wrapping around her torso, pulling her upright. Looking back, she had enough time to make out Dave's face before he crashed into her, kissing her with a passion that left her breathless. Breaking the kiss, she arched her back, pressing her back against his chest. Guiding his hands to her breasts, she placed them on her newly enlarged boobs and squeezed his hands around her flesh. Taking the hint, he began playing with her tits, squeezing, pinching, lightly tugging on her nipple rings. Reaching back, she locked her fingers behind his head and pulled him forward. Unable to thrust like he had been able to when she had been bent over, she ground herself against the fleshy invader, to their mutual pleasure.

Enjoying the brief respite while Hillary ground herself against him, Dave dropped his hands to her hips and enjoyed her curves. Feeling the pressure building, he gathered her hands to the small of her back and gripped them with one hand. With his other, he pushed forward on her shoulders. Hillary allowed herself to be suspended by her "trapped" hands. Dave resumed his rhythmic thrusting, gradually increasing the tempo and **** until he and Hillary were colliding with **** on every stroke. As he felt on the edge of climax, Hillary stiffened. Her hands grasped wildly and her head shot back. Dave watched the tendons and veins in her neck stand out as she strained against him.

"Cummmmmming!", she howled.

The contractions within her were too much for Dave. Slamming forward one last time, he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his cheek against her back. Hillary, arms free, allowed herself to fall forward where she caught herself on her forearms. Never in her life had she experienced an orgasm like that. The feeling of his cock, pulsing and twitching in her ass as he came and came triggered a fresh set of orgasmic contractions. The warmth in her abdomen as he filled her with cum was also a novel experience. Never in life had she allowed any boy to cum inside her pussy. And the first time I let a guy cum inside me it's in my ass. But you've never cum like that before though, have you? a little voice asked. There was no need to answer. It was obvious. The benchmark for "best sex ever" had been reset.

Anal Sex! +8 VP First!** +8 VP**

Hillary: 62 VP

Breathing heavily, Dave took stock of his situation. A light sheen of sweat covered them both. He was still mostly erect inside her, occasional spasms from her keeping him from going soft. Sitting up, but not withdrawing, he began tracing his fingers across the smooth skin of her back, eliciting a throaty, "Mmmmm", from Hillary. Looking back over her shoulder, she shyly made eye contact with him. Dave's recently acquired bravado, his "Master" persona, abandoned him as quickly as it had appeared. "So... uh... You good? I didn't hurt you, did I?" A sudden pit opened up in his stomach. He knew enough to know that rough anal was something that was worked up to, not a starting point.

"No, David. You didn't hurt me. Quite the opposite. I'm still tingling all over. How about you?" Cheekily, she squeezed down on his cock again, causing a most satisfying groan from Dave.

"Oh shit! Fuck, Hillary! Yeah. That was... I dunno. Fucking indescribable. I think my soul left my body there for a second. Jesus fuck! You are fucking incredible!" He rested an affectionate hand on her ass, once again marveling at the firmness of it.

"Squats. Lots of squats."

Self-consciously, Dave snatched his hand back. "Huh?", he asked.

"Squats. That's where my ass comes from", she said with a grin. Making up her mind, she continued. "There's just one last thing." Before he could ask what she meant, she scooted forward, disengaging his cock from her ass. She registered the sudden empty feeling and turned around. Leaning forward, she captured his cock with her mouth and began cleaning their combined fluids from it. Dave's hands shot to her head.

"Oh shit! Hill!" If he hadn't been on his knees already, he would have fallen.

Swirling her tongue around his cock, collecting every drop she could, Hillary swallowed and sat up. Looking Dave in the eye, she blushed. "Now that's something the other girls probably can't do after you fuck THEIR asses."

Dave snorted a laugh. "Yeah. You're probably on the money there." Reaching out, he tilted her head up until they were eye to eye again. "Hill. Is it alright if I call you Hill?" Getting a nod from her, he continued. "Are we good? Do you still hate me?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "No, David. I don't hate you. I feel closer to you though." Shaking her head, she face-palmed. "Obviously. I mean, it'd be hard to feel less close to you after I asked you to uh... you know." Blushing, she cursed herself for her inability to say it. Fuck me in the ass. Why can't I say that now?

Dave, it would seem, was similarly shy afterwards as well. "Um, yeah. Same." Stupid! For fuck's sake, Brewer. Say something halfway intelligent. "So Hill. I know that fucking scoreboard is going to tell everyone what we've done, but nobody is going to hear about it from me. What you've had to deal with... I -"

"Hush", she said, placing a finger to his lips. "You're the Master of this harem. It's your prerogative who you tell what. My place is with you, David-sama. I'm tired of fighting this. If this is the sex I have to look forward to, then there are worse fates." She smiled wryly. "I can't promise that the coming days are going to be smooth sailing from me. I'm still coming to terms with everything. This urge to make sure you are pleased with me. To know that your needs are being met. I'm scared to **** that I'm going to lose myself, but you have no idea what it's like, having this constant voice telling you to submit."

"Dominate", Dave said at the same time. Wide-eyed, they looked at each other.

"Maybe you do know", she said, placing her hand on his cheek. "I know you're a good man. I trust you. I'm yours. Master." Taking her other hand and holding his face, she looked into his eyes. "You need to take both of the twins tonight. But please. Be gentle with Bethany. Maybe let me or Jane pull Angela aside and talk with her before dinner? I trust you to take care of us. Treat them as well as you treated me, please."

"If yall are done with the lovey-dovey shit, Brewer, we got a problem." Jane's voice shattered the mood. Hillary covered her face with her hands and Dave shot to his feet, spinning around to face the source of the sound.

"Um... It can wait long enough to put some fucking pants on, though", Jane smirked. "Although, don't cover that beautiful cock up on my account" Laughing, she enjoyed his mad scramble for clothes. Dave and Hillary had just managed to pull on their respective clothes when the door burst open revealing an out of breath and very surprised Suzanne.

"Dave! Jane! Um... Jane, can I talk to you? Alone?" Seeing both the target of her assignment and the woman she was hoping to ask for help had temporarily thrown her for a loop.

Before Dave or Jane could answer, Hillary spoke up. "If that is all, David, I'll see you later." Ignoring the shocked and confused looks from Jane and Suzanne, Hillary walked out, only blushing a little bit.

Turning to Dave, Jane jabbed a finger into his chest. "You stay put." Turning back to Suzanne, Jane crooked a finger. "And you come with me. We need to talk."