Aftershocks and Fallout pt 2.

Tom tamped down the urge to charge out into the midnight streets and take back his BabyGirl Holly by sheer raw ****. He wasn't some raging monster like Dr Turner's beast alter-ego, he was a thinking creature above all else and if this situation were a chess game he wanted all his pieces firmly and strategically in place. He had been taken by surprise by an armed and organized foe he hadn't been expecting, that was about to change.

"What is she? I've only seen her strain of infection once before on a news broadcast." He asked in a deep thoughtful tone.

The woman in question was trembling on her knees in the middle of the lounge room, her head bowed and her long glossy hair hiding her face under a shiny midnight curtain. He sat before her on his couch once more, set center stage in the middle of the room as his remaining women fawned over him. His GoddessSlave Pamela stood behind him, leaning over to rest a stupendous bare, milky breast on his shoulder as she gently lavished his throbbing temple in feathery, adoring kisses.

"Her breed is called a Mammazon, my Love. Her viral mutation makes her extremely strong and predatory when it comes to men." She whispered warmly into his ear as her long delicate nails played lovingly with the small hairs on the back of his neck making him shiver, "Not strong enough to take you from us though, never that."

Tom turned his head to take her stiff, pebbled, proffered nipple between his hungry lips and draw out a mouthful of her rich, sweet cream which caused her to gasp and shudder with bliss, leaning further into him to offer more of herself to him but he broke away and swallowed. He could feel her milk making him stronger, filling him with energy and fueling his still enhancing body's changes. He could feast from her for a week and she would joyfully feed him as he so desired, her tit-milk was without peer and the benefits of it were palpable. But he didn't have a week... more the pity.

"What is your name?" Tom directed this question directly at the raven haired Mammazon, as the auburn maned Ms Summer's knelt on the couch beside him gently kissing the fast healing bruises and cuts he had earned in the fight. She seemed to enjoy licking his hard muscles and murmuring soft words into his skin as though she wanted to taste every inch of him in worship with her exploring, rapturous tongue.

Her transformation hadn't been as **** the third time around, Tom had wondered what introducing a third strain would do to an XXX-infected woman's body and the answer had been... not much. The changes had been small, even if the over-all effect had been pronounced. Her hips and ass were still full and firm in her over-taxed lycra booty shorts, her thighs still plush but her waist had trimmed down even further and her mountainous tits had risen and firmed up higher on her chest then began to leak an endless rivulets of ivory milk that dripped down her body giving her flawless flesh a constant glistening wet sheen. Her skin had grown smoother, the tan richer and her autumn hair had thickened and flowed all the way down to tickle the top of her full, bubbly ass. It was as though her already stunning over-ripe beauty had been refined right down to the cellular level.

"A-Annemie..." came the croaked reply from the floor in front of him.

"Enemy? That's fitting." Scoffed Tania, she was the only one not currently servicing her master at the moment. She towered over the kneeling woman ready to inflict righteous justice on her at his merest word.

"I think she pronounced it Anime?" A sweet girlish voice piped up from between his spread knees.

Down there were his TaniaSlave's offerings. Three achingly irresistible young women all eagerly kissing, licking and slurping at his jutting manhood and taking it in turns to suck him into their hot mouths and deep down their tight teenaged throats. They were feeding, drinking down the endless fountain of his bubbling seed which he tirelessly produced on command. The transformed school gymnast and the two fantasy escorts had revealed an interesting fact after drinking Tania's Goddess strain milk, the Skank strain XXX-infected reacted differently to the potent lactate than Bimbo strain infected.

"Her name in Annemie, I think it's Dutch, Dear. Now focus on your Master, it's not polite to talk with your mouth full." Pamela gently chided from behind. reaching a long slender arm down across Tom's body to pat the offending Skank on the head.

Skank breeds, as it turned out, didn't turn into massive booby-monster, pornstar baby factories but rather their bodies tightened, hardened and slimmed up. Their tits were still big, sure but they were not the bra-exploding, titanic knockers of his previously Bimbo strain lovers. Their limbs had lengthened and grown firm with lithe muscle, their hips thickening a fraction as butts rounded and hardened into perfectly tight little globes ripe for the spanking. Their hair had grown in length and shine as their glowing skin was washed clean of the slightest imperfections.

Heck, one of them now had permanently natural bubblegum pink hair that cascaded all the way down to the kneeling CumSluts knees on carpet as she happily sucked Tom down her hungry, straining esophagus and swallowed the heavy wad of his GodSeed he rewarded with. They all looked like college competition cheerleaders at the heights of their careers and physical conditioning now. Though, ones that could still spend a productive night on a stripper pole, mind you maintaining their now virginal tight frothing pussies and those flat taut tummies until he could bloat them with his hot potent cum and leave them pregnant to grow fat with his babies.

"Why did you take my sisters and my HollySlave, Annemie?" Tom asked turning his head to the other side and reached over to heft one of Simone Summer's heavy, over-flowing, milky mounds to his lips for another ecstatic mouthful of strengthening milk. Ms Summer's gasped and cooed, threading her long fingers through his hair, urging him to drink deep as she shuddered from the intense breast-gasm that rushing through her.

"Answer him, you insect." Sneered Tania grabbing a handful of the kneeling woman's inky hair and forcing her head up to stare at Tom, her big nomad blue eyes were wide in shock and fear but unable to look away from his form, naked but for a short satin bathrobe which he hadn't bothered to tie shut.

"W-We were sent here to investigate and c-capture any men we could f-f-find." The tall, alluring Asian captive stuttered, her eyes running over every exposed inch of his hardened body, "B-But we saw you put down the m-monster outside so T-Tamara wanted to have insurance... h-hostages, just in case."

"Cowardly bitches." Tania spat before tossing the shaking woman to the carpet again and wiping her hand on her bare thigh as though it were dirty.

Tom let his gaze wander to Dr Turner who was skulking by the door leading to the kitchen. The aging school teacher looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there right now, shame and angst written plainly on his wrinkled face. His eyes were downcast, not ready to look at Tom or at the sexual tableau he was centered in.

"We'll get them back." Tom stated simply and Tania's eyes blazed with hardened confidence and truest devotion. He had said it and so it would be. In her fanatical eyes it was now a promise set in steel, an immutable fact that simply hadn't come to pass yet but was as inevitable as the sunrise. Resting one foot on the small of the home-invaders back, she pushed the fearful, whimpering Mammazon brutally down into the carpet as she stepped over to take her place on the couch, kneeling at his free side.

"You make me so wet, my Lord, my Master..." She groaned as she plastered her hot, busty body against his side and taking hold of his wrist to guide it to her torrid, streaming love-tunnel. Dipping in a few fingers and wrenching a lip-parting gasp from his glorious Valkyrie Tom found it to be true. "I love you so much, my King, command me then fill me with your majestic seed. Let me fight for you, I'll take your righteous vengeance directly to those who stole my sisters from you, then you can fuck me pregnant over their vanquished bodies once we are victorious."

Then Tania smashed her lips into Tom's for a sizzling, smoldering kiss, her mouth opening as her greedy tongue tasted his, lashing and dancing as her fingertips tracing his sculpted jawline. Tom wrapped a broad arm around her teensy tiny waist dragging her hard up against his rocky side, where she belonged; his furious, ravishing savage woman.

She had fought beside him like a hellcat and even if they hadn't won the battle, together with her and the rest of his unique XXX-infected, he was going to win the war. He would become an unstoppable **** with more women like these here with him. Tom let himself get lost briefly in the fiery passion of her lavishing kiss as he filled the sucking, swallowing mouth, throat and empty belly of the slim dark-haired olive skinned escort with an unexpectedly forceful blast of his dense, sticky manseed.

The enraptured CumSlave just moaned in response, shivered through a crashing climax and swallowed all the harder, milking the cock lodged in her esophagus for more before being dragged off by the striking young brunette in the torn gymnastics leotard who eagerly enveloped Tom's still erupting steely rod with joyous squeal, then pushed her thick, plump cock-suckling lips wetly down the length until she was kissing him at the very base. Her narrow graceful throat bulging almost grotesquely from the sheer girthy mass of his meaty tool.

Without breaking the sweltering kiss, Tania draped one supermodel long leg across his lap and the heads of the three cock-slobbering teen queens then climbed Tom like a goddamn tree. Her long, slender arms encircling his bullish neck, her tight, flexing ass and dripping snatch shifting over until seated firmly across his lap on the schoolgirl gymnast's curly bobbing head forcing her deeper onto his straining, leaking cock. Tania rolled her powerful hips, and both of Tom's big hands instinctively grabbed onto her muscular derriere, thumbs resting in the deep dimples above each generous cheek, squeezing the thrusting flesh there mercilessly as she panted her pleasure into his open mouth and she matted the wavy dark locks of the groaning, gagging young teen with her gushing pussy-honey.

"Yaaasssss~, my Lord! My King! Tell me to break your enemies before you, tell me to smash apart their petty tin-pot empires and bring them low. Tell me to present them to you in chains so you can grind them to dust beneath your mighty heel." She gasped against Tom's hungry lips as the groaning SchoolSlut trapped on his raging, spurting manhood by Tania's hard grinding pussy started to struggle for air, his Valkyrie's glistening girlcum ran down the sides of the brunettes reddening face to mingle with his cooling spend on her reddening cheeks.

Pressing her sweat-slick forehead against his manly brow she stared into his eyes, her own burning emerald orbs blazing with a fanatical love and devotion, her body bucking and writhing against him, heedless of the struggling youthful beauty caught beneath her clenching thighs.

"Command me, my Master, command me and then fuck me!" She hissed out, baring her teeth as Tom slid one hand into the crack of her ass, grabbed her by her quivering quim and lifted her, freeing the beet-faced, **** schoolgirl off his pulsing, jerking rod just as a thick burst of man-juice roped across her captivating visage, painting her from chin to temple and plastering a watering eye shut. When Tania really got going she was like a turbo-charged supercar that needed a firm, steering hand to keep her from flying off the track... with a few fingers buried deep in the flame-haired amazons steamy, convulsing pussy Tom curled her up his torso until her massively ripe, abundant tits where level with his face. Tania leaned down to mash his ravenous mouth onto her heavenly mounds.

Milk flooded his throat just as he came again, splashing hot seed across the startled face of the pastel-haired barely legal escort who was holding tightly him by the base, preparing to cram all of him into her sultry cum-glazed face again. Then her dark, almond eyed partner moved quickly, darting in and gathering up the pungent spunk with a long broad lick of her wide, pink tongue prepared to gulp it all down when the bubblegum tigress seized her by the face and kissed her hard, trying to steal back her own share of his voluminous load within her moaning, painted lips.

"Yeeessss~ drink from me, my Lord, drink all I have and more! Drain me dry and grow stronger, strooongerrrrrr~"

Tom glutted himself on Tania's golden breast-milk, enervating himself further as she cried out, melted like warm butter into his ravening hold, his grasping palm dripped with her pussy juices as she became a helpless quivering mass atop him. It was like a closed circuit eco-system, he drank from his Goddess Strain XXX-Slaves to grow in power and in turn gave back to them with his prodigious loads of GodCum , feeding them, fucking them and making them stronger, sexier and tying them ever tighter to him with each pussy-crushing climax he gifted them with as he drank and drank some more. Rinse and repeat, a perpetual motion cycle of blistering sex that ramped up the longer it continued as the gains accumulated for him and his women, his FuckPets, his CumSlaves...

For he was their MAN, their one and only and in return they would give everything of themselves to him, becoming a tribe of hyper-fertile, uber-sensual, all-powerful goddesses to kneel at his feet and worship his GodCock as he came into his own dominion... but first he needed to take back what was rightfully his!

Finally pulling away from Tania who was little more than grunting, mewling mess of loose limbs and tangled hair in his clutches Tom looked over to see Pamela and Simone softly talking to Dr Turner, the old mans eyes still staring fixedly on the carpet between his bare feet. Both golden goddesses were naked but for a white and pink frill thong clinging to Pamela Hopes rolling knock-out hips and ass, and the cum-stained blue lycra booty shorts practically painted onto Ms Summers own enchanting assets.

"James come here." He said as he lay the twitching form of Tania gently down on the couch then stood. The once Skank XXX-infected wrestling their moist lips and scalding tongues around his bulging cockhead didn't miss a beat as they rose on their knees to keep it lodged between their kissing, slurping mouths. Even the brunette in her high-school leotard had returned after finally regaining her breath, dark hair shiny wet with Tania's juices as she joined the other two in jostling with each other over Tom's slick spouting shaft.

Annemie the captured Mammazon was still lying on the carpet where Tania left her, the gorgeous Asian's mouth opened and closed like a landed carps as her wide eyes locked onto Tom's endlessly hard, eternally cumming manflesh, almost hypnotized by it's magnificent presence. Dr Turner shuffled his way around her to stand before Tom, his elderly frame diminutive before Tom's own towering body.

"I am going to need the help of your "friend", James..." He began but Dr turner was already beginning to shake his head until Tom raised a single finger to still him, "If this first attack is any indication of what we are dealing with then I will need your help in taking back my sisters, this is not a request."

"It doesn't matter if it's a request or not Tom, I want to help you, I really do..." Dr Turner responded plaintively throwing his hands out to his sides in a futile gesture, "I just don't think I can change with you so close to me. "It" is scared of you, of what you are."

"You said it was a matter of arousal..." Tom mused looking about the room, then realized the problem.

These women, these perfect, beguiling new goddess-strain XXX-infected were His, he could not part with one any more than he could part with a limb. Furthermore they would never willingly endure the touch of another man. He knew instinctively that if he ever commanded them to service another male they would obey but the entire experience would be repulsive to them on the highest order of magnitudes and forever after his bond with them would be stained by the event, never to be clean and whole again.

There was Annemie the Mammazon but he needed her for another part of the plan percolating and forming in his racing mind. Perhaps he could grab one of the neighbors... how many infected women still lived on his street anyway? Simone Summers had noted the troubled expression on Tom's face and moved up beside Dr Turner her gigantic bared tits bounced and swayed heavily with each hip rolling step. She had the homes cordless phone in hand.

"Don't worry Master, Pamela and I were just discussing Dr Turner's "performance anxiety" and I know at least two people I can call who would be more than happy to help him through it..." Her expression suddenly turned a bit pensive and she chewed her bottom lip looking Tom up then down at the three cheerleader hot teens slobbering and giggling over his jutting lance of long, hard man-meat. "Though you might present a complication if you get too close, Master... perhaps we can dress you in ugly, baggy clothes? Put a brown paper bag over your head with holes cut out for your eyes?"

Ms Summer's had a hidden flirty side, Tom was a little startled and even a bit amused.

Gifting the three moaning, kissing, licking champion cock-sucking cheerleaders one massive final load blasted across the combined press of their faces, basting blushing cheeks, glittering eyes, pert noses and even their damn hairlines in a grand-finale cannonade of cum that sent them reeling and gasping to the floor Tom reached down and picked up Annemie by the webbing harness strapped over her back, effortlessly carrying her like luggage. She didn't struggle, she just went limp like a doe eyed, ragdoll cat.

"Make the calls then get everyone cleaned up and dressed for action." He said as he walked up to his GoddessSlut Pamela hope and extended his crooked arm to her, she slipped her slender hand into it with a brilliantly bright radiant smile that could have outshone the sun itself. "We have a few questions to ask and a few stops to make before we move against our foe. Oh... and I will be punishing you later for those insolent little backhanded remarks."

Ms Simone Summer's grin was almost as bright as Pamela Hope's... almost.

"Do you promise, Master?"