Another Meanwhile chapter

Author's note: The "meanwhile" chapters often contain tidbits of the consequences of Caleb's reality changes that he doesn't notice, or don't affect him and his harem. Then again, sometimes I just write them to show you what's happening in the background of the story. Anyway, on with the show...

"Heather! Sweetheart, are you ready to go shopping?"

Heather set her homework aside and stretched, arching her back like only a hucat could. Then she hollered back, "I'm coming Mom!"

She leaped down from her favorite perch and upon landing quickly donned a skirt and blouse. Ordinarily she would be dressed in lingerie, a standing order from her master whenever she was at home. But with Caleb out of town, her adoptive mother Lottie had given permission for her to wear whatever she liked. Heather preferred to be nude in her room, and that's what she decided on again today. She never bothered wearing a bra or panties, since she was free use for any of Caleb's harem, but she was glad to be out of the sexy but often uncomfortable lingerie.

She checked herself in the mirror, preening like the hucat she was. The silver cock pendant dangling from her collar was polished to a bright shine. Beside the pendant hung her license that proclaimed her the property of a Stretcher King, with Lottie Martin listed as her caretaker.

At first Heather had been a little unsure about having the old black lady for a mother. Jamal, the boy that gave her the STD that started the whole mess her life had become, was Lottie's grandson. When Caleb put Heather under Lottie's care, Heather thought he was taking cruel pleasure out of the whole situation, but she couldn't have been more wrong.

Lottie was a kind, generous, caring woman, and deeply religious too. She'd taken Heather under her wing and treated her like Heather was a real daughter. Heather did not have any issues with Lottie worshipping Caleb. After all the bad things Heather had done, the Stretcher King had saved Heather's life. It was easy to accept his holiness when she was a recipient of his kindness. She even joined in with Lottie when the old woman prayed with the lifelike dildos Lottie kept on the shrine in her room.

What Heather did take issue with was Lottie's belief that Kathy was an Angel sent from heaven. Not that Kathy wasn't angelically beautiful, or also a kind and loving person. What bothered Heather was Heather's own treatment of Kathy. Heather had treated her childhood friend very poorly, and now she felt shame every time she knelt down beside her new mother to pray. Now, with Lottie's gentle guidance, Heather was a sinner that had come to see the light.

Heather looked closer at her blouse and considered doing something to hide her prominent nipples. She would be leaving the house, and did not like the idea of other men ogling her. Like Kathy and the rest of Caleb's harem, Heather only wanted one man to enjoy her body. On the other hand, there may be women that were drawn to take a closer look, and Heather was always on the lookout for another woman that could be "Caleb Worthy".

Heather decided that there was nothing she could do about the dents her nipples made, not without putting on a bra, which she didn't want to do. Thanks to Caleb's special titty treatment Heather's breasts were perkier than they'd ever been. She didn't need a bra, and had no interest in wearing them unless Caleb was home to see her in one of her sexy ones. Instead she grabbed a pair of high heels that went well with her outfit and headed out the mansion foyer to meet up with the rest of the harem members that would be going shopping.

Jeremy grunted each time his dick slammed back into his mother's soaking wet slit. He'd been fucking her all weekend, stopping only for food and rest.

When the Chosen cult had **** his mother, Jeremy had been beside himself. After he took ownership of her when he turned eighteen, his father had **** the two of them out of Jeremy's childhood home. They had struggled to afford the tiny apartment they found. But then came his mother's abduction. Without his mother he had no idea how to live. He'd made plenty of money selling the videos of Kathy having sex in the school gym and locker room, but he was woefully unprepared to live on his own.

Cooking had been a nightmare, forcing him to resort to take out and delivery meals. Even so, their tiny apartment quickly became filthy with unwashed dishes and laundry. Learning how to use the washing machine hadn't been too terrible, but he couldn't be bothered to fold his clothes, so they remained wrinkled.

Now that the Chosen cult had returned his mother, life wasn't much better. His mother could barely remember her name, she struggled immensely to do any of the chores that had piled up. The Chosen cult had broken her, and now all she wanted was sex.

She began every conversation asking her son for it. She offered all three of her holes to her son, all the time. If he wasn't keeping a close eye on her, she masturbated constantly. There was no sex act she wouldn't perform, even offering to be his personal toilet.

Yet Jeremy was partially glad that the people he now worked for had broken his mother's mind. Before the abduction, she would demand he help around the apartment in order to get sex from her. Now he got it whenever he wanted, and she did all the chores, albeit poorly now.

Her sexual depravity and constant need was both a blessing and a curse. He no longer had to beg for sex, but he also couldn't let her leave the house. She had no filter. He took her grocery shopping shortly after her return and it had been a near disaster. She'd propositioned two customers and the cashier. He considered themselves lucky they hadn't been banned from the store.

He slammed his cock as deep as he could go as his balls released their contents. Then he rolled off of her and muttered a empty platitude thanking her for the sex. His breathing slowed and before long he was asleep, exhausted from the constant sex of the last two days.

The woman once known as Slut, but now known as Mom, reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit vigorously, once again bringing herself to orgasm. She would never complain to her new boyfriend, Jeremy, or Son as he sometimes wanted her to call him, but she missed the huge cock on her old boyfriend Pete.

Pete said she would love Son, and she did, but he just couldn't fuck her the way she liked. He never slapped her or choked her. He never even left any handprints on her ass, or made her crawl around on her hands and knees. He certainly had never peed in her mouth. She missed the tangy taste of Pete's urine and that of his other friends.

Her new boyfriend never brought any men over to take turns filling all her holes. Pete said he probably wouldn't, and Pete was never wrong. Son also didn't bring any women home for her to play with either. She hoped Son brought someone over soon. Maybe then her new boyfriend would learn better how to make her cum. Son only made her cum once or twice a day, the other twenty or thirty times she had to do it herself.

She missed Whore and Cum Dump. They would spend hours each day licking, sucking, and fucking. And that's when Pete and his friends weren't around. She always had lots of orgasms with the other girls, but even they couldn't make her cum as often as Pete and his friends could. They just needed to push the button on the little remote control they always carried and she exploded in orgasm. Son either didn't have a remote, or he didn't use it on her.

Thoughts of her former lovers made her think of the middle aged black woman back at her old place. She wondered how Bitch was doing, and if she was getting a lot of huge cocks inside her.

"Damn Derrick, your mother is fucking insatiable. She's got John AND Kyle stuffed in her pussy. I've never seen a bitch take so much cock."

Derrick looked over at his frat brother and chuckled, "What can I say man? I trained my mom right. This is how all women should be, naked and begging for our cocks."

Leon fully agreed with his frat brother, which was why he'd sold his own mother to the Chosen cult. He had no idea what they were going to do with her after they broke her, and he didn't care. She'd denied him her body for too long. He was supposed to own her, yet she'd tried to make him obedient by doling out sex in tiny bits. She never denied his sister Kesha sex, but Leon almost never got to stick it in his mother's pussy, and she never let him fuck her raw. She belonged to him, but his bitch sister had her wrapped around her finger.

Derrick clapped Leon on the shoulder, "Too bad your mom is never coming back. I'd love to stick my dick in that black ass. No offense, but I've had way more success turning my whore mother into a fuck toy. She'll take a dick in every hole, and still jerk another two of our frat brothers off. We get everyone positioned just right, and we could get another brother fucking her fat tits too. Your little slut sister ain't got nothing on my whore mom."

"True, but we didn't need to break my little bitch sister in either. As long as she gets plenty of cum, she's eager for all the cock she can take, even if she isn't very good at fucking. The stupid little cunt actually thinks I give a shit about her beyond using her slut holes."

"Hey man, don't look a gift whore in the mouth," Derrick chuckled at his own joke. "Kesha just knows who should really be running the world. The fucking matriarchy barely allows us representation in the government. These whores need our cum, but are they grateful? Hell no."

Leon nodded. Nothing Derrick said was new to him. The tri-alpha fraternity had indoctrinated him thoroughly. The belief that men should rule, and women should be regarded as second class citizens, was deeply ingrained into them. It was a closely guarded secret that each new member was slowly brought around to believe. To the outside world they were no different from any other fraternity, but hidden within, their carefully chosen members quietly spread their beliefs, using the ownership of their own mothers to further indoctrinate new potential members.

Some lucky hopefuls may even go on to be selected to join the Chosen. The secret cabal working to place men permanently on top of the world's hierarchy. Leon would love to be selected, but for now, he'd enjoy the new car he bought with the money he gained from selling his mother.

Lilith the succubus checked her concealment spells for the third time before turning her car onto the road leading past the Stretcher King's mansion. She wouldn't dare get this close if the Stretcher King and his Harem Queen were not a hundred miles away.

Even so she drove carefully, not too slow or too fast. She didn't even turn her head in the direction of the mansion. She didn't need to in order to detect the primordial magic inside.

Whether that magic was mundane, or carefully laid traps, didn't matter. Lilith had no intention of getting any closer. What mattered was that it was there at all.

She still had no idea if the Stretcher King was aware of the power he possessed, and was learning to use it effectively, or if he was bumbling around with it like a fool.

He'd made another reality shift, but Lilith was no closer to figuring out what he'd changed this time than she had been for any of the others.

Once again she weighed the risk to herself versus the potential gain if she somehow managed to obtain the Stretcher King's power. If she succeeded, the entire world would be hers. But if she failed, her very existence could be wiped away from the universe.

She drove past the walls surrounding the mansion when a sign by the side of the road caught her eye. It read "Future site of the Ander's Dairy".

Lilith continued on her way, but as her mind whirled with a new plan, a smile grew upon her lips.

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