Chapter 7
by 
nadia_nightside
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Chapter 7
Stephen, a drunken scoundrel, wakes from a bender to discover that his town is full of transformed, gorgeous hotties who are eager to obey his every command.
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Half an hour later, they were outside of the city and on the highway, heading to a mountain cabin that Stephen sometimes rented. It was a summer cabin, and it was the middle of the fall, so he hoped that it would be unoccupied for a little while yet. It might be dirty, but he could handle that kind of thing.
Rhonda had refused to talk with him after the breakout, staring mostly out the window and keeping quiet. Every so often he heard her grunt or sigh, clearly annoyed with the situation.
“Look,” he said, “I know you’re upset. And probably scared. And I know you don’t like me. But I don’t know what’s going on any more than you do.”
He was trying to drive and have a serious conversation, never an easy task. The weather was mostly clear at least, and there weren’t many other cars on the road.
“Is that what you said to all of them before you took them hostage and fucked up their minds?”
“I’m not going to fuck up your mind,” he insisted, “and you’re not my hostage. You can go at any time. I just thought I would take us some place safe first. You can have the car when we get there. Unless you want to be picked up by someone from town?”
She paled a little at that. Slowly, she shook her head and looked out the window.
“I just don’t get it. I don’t get any of it,” she said after a minute. “The girls, the…the changes. Or like, you. Look at you. I mean how did you even do that? With the handcuffs?”
They had broken like wet paper in his hands—both the chain to remove Rhonda from the table and then the cuffs themselves when he’d set her free.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I guess I’m just…stronger now. There’s a lot of things I don’t understand.”
She made a face. “So the whole town is turning into your personal harem…except for the men, who are like, a gang of beta simp cucks now, and you’re telling me you’ve got nothing to do with it?”
“I’ve clearly got something to do with it,” he said, “I just don’t understand it. I was hoping maybe you would help.”
“Why would I help you?”
“I mean you want to see me ruined, right? For some inane fucking reason? What better way to ruin my day than to take away all of this nonstop blowjob action?”
“It’s not an inane reason. You sent my sister to the fucking madhouse, and—”
It was Stephen’s turn to make a face. He nearly took his eyes off the road.
“I did what? We slept together, once, and it wasn’t even—”
“She was in love with you, stupid!” Her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of red. “She had been in love with you for ages, and once she realized you didn’t care—”
“You’re not supposed to call it a madhouse, you know. You’re supposed to be sensitive.”
Rhonda looked short-circuited, which was the point of his comment.
“You’re telling me how to call it? Are you serious right now?”
“Hold on.”
They passed a hitchhiker and Stephen slowed down the car to pull over. She had thick burgundy red hair tied up in a bun and wore a giant backpack.
“What?” said Rhonda. “Are you kidding? No.”
“She’s heading out of town,” he said. “That means she might know something too.”
“Hitchhikers are dangerous! You can’t just pick someone up. And you’re just trying to change the subject, because you won’t face that you fucked up someone’s life and—hi! Hello. Where are you headed?”
The hitchhiker appeared at the window that Stephen had rolled down. He smirked at Rhonda’s natural instinct to be welcoming.
“Anywhere, just out of that crazy place,” she said.
Stephen noticed—or rather, his cock really noticed—that this girl was young and fresh and she smelled like a virgin and she was gloriously sexy as hell. There was a ruddiness about her cheeks that made him want to fuck her in a field full of flowers. He had thought she was bulky and stout, but it was just the many layers of her clothing. As she leaned over, he saw her magnificently constructed clavicles inside her dangling sweaters and shirts, just above a tremendous pair of heavy tits.
She was fit. She was busty. She was a virgin.
Stephen's grip tightened on the steering wheel as his cock surged to full hardness. Christ, why did he know she was a virgin? The certainty hit him like a physical blow - this girl had never been touched, never been fucked, never had a man's hands on her perfect body. Her innocence practically radiated from her skin, and his enhanced senses could somehow detect it like a predator scenting prey.
His mind raced with Rhonda's words echoing in his skull.
The whole town turning into his personal harem.
Beta simp cucks.
His cock throbbed as he imagined how completely he had emasculated every other man in town. From what he had been able to put together so far by his exploring, they weren't just losing their women—they were losing their very sense of manhood. It was easy to imagine how far it had gone already. Doctors abandoning their practices to grovel at their wives' feet. CEOs resigning from boardrooms to crawl behind their secretaries on leashes. Construction workers throwing down their tools to weep openly as their girlfriends sneered at their pathetic attempts at masculinity.
And the women—god, the women loved watching their former partners crumble. They clearly relished the comparison, got wet thinking about how Stephen's massive cock made their husbands look like children playing dress-up. These gorgeous, transformed goddesses would finger themselves while verbally destroying the men who used to fuck them, listing in excruciating detail how much bigger, stronger, and more dominant Stephen was.
Gorgeous women slavishly obedient to his will. And here was this girl, this beautiful untouched creature, trying to escape from all that. There was something fundamentally wrong with her wanting to leave paradise, wasn't there? She should want to stay and serve him like all the others.
No, fuck, that wasn't right. He was supposed to be helping her escape, saving her from whatever twisted influence had corrupted everyone else. That was the noble thing to do. The right thing.
But his cock throbbed with a different agenda entirely. He could picture it so clearly - those layers of clothing peeling away to reveal the tight, unmarked canvas of her virgin flesh. Her shocked gasps as he showed her what her body was really for. The way she would transform from this sweet, innocent hitchhiker into another cock-drunk goddess who lived only to please him.
She would keep that lovely ruddiness in her cheeks, but it would be from arousal instead of cold mountain air. Those heavy tits would leak sweet milk for him while she begged him to breed her virgin cunt. She would become just another arrogant, man-hating beauty who reserved all her worship for him alone, sneering at other men while spreading her legs whenever he commanded.
Stephen's breathing grew heavy. He was playing with fire here, and he knew it. His cock had been in charge all day, making decisions for him, leading him from one sexual conquest to another. The smart move would be to drive past, leave this girl to find her own way out of whatever hell his hometown had become.
But she smelled so fucking good, and that backpack meant she was planning to travel far. She would be grateful for the ride. Grateful enough to do whatever he asked in return.
She was exactly the kind of girl he shouldn’t be picking up if he was serious about getting away from the problems the town presented.
But—maybe it would be different in a different location? What did they call it? A geographical cure? If it didn’t work, they wouldn’t call it a cure, right?
“What’s your name?” asked Rhonda.
“I’m Kylie. I’m ei-eighteen. I’m totally single, and I’m a virgin?” She giggled and pushed her hand through her thick, shiny mess of red hair, smiling and looking directly at Stephen. “Sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I just wanted you to know? Is that okay?”
Stephen held in a groan of lust.
“Get in.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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