Connections, New and Old

You stand there, your mind trying to come to terms with the vision you had just experienced, only to see Erica sit up. You try to hide the burden it just had on you, the surrealist experience not so much experienced as given. She looks up at you, before looking down, embarrassed. The world had changed so much for her. While she was being milked, she had listened as the voice called you her new master. It had felt so natural to just pleasure you a moment ago. You had watched her cum hard, twice. And she felt a buzzing enjoyment, her body feeling tired, but fantastic. She should hate you, just as she always did. But she just can't. She had asked you to help her and you did. She had asked to suck your cock, and it... wasn't terrible. You were the worst roommate for the longest time, but now, you had helped her, done everything that she could have expected. You didn't **** her, despite the fact that her holes were wet, ready for you to take her. You didn't demand something in order to help her, you just did. The sheer level of difference between the you who stands in front of her, the man who that voice says will be her master, and the demon she had painted you as for so many years makes the very notion of what you are to her shatter.

She doesn't have time to think about it for long, as her collar speaks in her voice. "It's time to go to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Get going unless you want to be driven like an animal." Erica tries to stand up quickly, only for her feet to trip with the heels she is now **** to wear. She topples, waving her arms, your arms reaching to catch her on instinct. Her naked breasts, the slightest moisture from her milking still present, press against your chest. You hold her, as she regains her balance, embracing her, your strong arms holding her supple body. Only to let her go, as you realize just how intimate that moment is.

How easy it would've been to kiss her. Your hands holding her tight, her chest against yours. Yes, her belt had reappeared after she collapsed, but there is much you can still do. Lean back, play with her breasts. Hold her ass, squeeze it, make sure that she knows she is yours.

"Uh, thanks." She says this, as she looks down. Her hands go to the strings of her top, pulling the fabric back up to hold her breasts, though her nipples are still visible. There is a palpable silence, until the sound of flesh being struck fills the room. Erica runs then, as fast as she can in her heels, to the stairs. And you are alone again.

You sigh, before heading toward the door. You didn't quite know where to go. You had tried to go to the master bedroom earlier, but Erica had cried out for help. Now, she was heading to the kitchen, and the collar had said nothing about you. Did she need you there? So, you steel yourself, preparing to follow her.

You climb the stairs, past the bedroom, past the non-functional door to your apartment, to the dining room. As you got there, you saw that the entrance to the kitchen was covered in black glass. There is no indication, no little symbols or trainings being done. Just a simple wall, telling you in a second you are not welcome. That would be a no then, thanks app.

You think. Upstairs was probably closed, as that voice had said something about Rebecca undergoing training. You knew that something from last night had said that she would get a training. You could go and try to bust down the door to the apartment. Though what good would it do you? Also, part of you feels like maybe you'd try to break down the door, only to find black glass, like the windows way back when. Was that a week ago or less? Your sense of time was completely gone now. You lived in the moment, struggled to not ruin the lives of your roommates, struggled not to let them know that you are just as much their captor as the app.

So you just stumble down the stairs, until you enter the bedroom. Only to find somebody else there. "Hey you." You look up, to see Sephora on the bed. Her words were teasing, like she was expecting you. She is laying on the bed, her body covered in the sheer body stocking and nothing else. You walk forward, sitting on the bed. "Hey yourself." Your words are also meant as teasing, but the edge of paranoia that colors your life leaks in.

"So, uh..." Sephora starts, before stopping. Silence engulfs the room. Until finally, she breaths in, and says something that you probably should've expected. "Do you want to have sex? I sort of need to be, well, you know, it needs to happen three times. We have one. And well, time is wasting. Who knows when we'll have time again?"

As she says this, you feel your cock start to grow hard, but you try to shove that thought away. "I just... I just came. I... could we maybe just... talk, maybe not do anything else? I know you have a timer, but... I'm just not in the mood."

You don't know how you expect Sephora to respond, but you don't expect the laugh. "God, you really do have problems huh? A bunch of needy girls. But you know what, I appreciate that. You want to rest, you want to not just go from one girl to the next. So, it's cool, we'll rest. I'm also a bit tired after working out, though I was also horny. But it's a bit of a buzzkill, being turned down. Joking, joking." She says, as she tries to make it clear that she is still Sephora, still the funny girl you knew.

"Although... Maybe this will help." She sits up, sitting next to you. Your eyes see what she is about to do, but you aren't fast enough. She leans in, kissing you. Deeply, passionately. Her hand around your head, her tongue deep, sensually dancing with yours. The kiss breaks, and she leans back. She smiles, that jokey, ever so Sephora smile. "I know you don't want to go from one girl to the next, but I'm not sure if you quite have it right. So I have a suggestion. To not think of it as a string of pussies to fuck, but as a bunch of girls who want to get to know you. Very, very, very, intimately."

God, you can be so such an idiot sometimes.

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Olivia hated everything. She had almost been sexually assaulted, and now she was cooking for the man and his little fuckpets. And they had dressed her in this stupid sexy apron, along with Erica. It was all they wore, even Erica's chastity belt was gone. And yet, they weren't going to have sex. No, Erica went around, gathering ingredients from the list the wall showed her. She didn't even flinch as she grabbed a few bottles of her own milk from the fridge.

It was like Erica had been **** and replaced with some domestic servant. Though these thoughts were broken by her finishing up the task the kitchen had given her. It had demanded she shuck corn. The corn was small, almost the size of... Olivia put it out of her mind. She tried to lose herself as she moved to get the next thing demanded of her.

Only to step on something wet. Looking down, she sees that it's a bit of fluid. She looks at Erica, bent over a stove, her ass on full display. Olivia sees white fluid mixed with her juices on her thighs. Olivia looks away, but she can't help but feel betrayed. They weren't just cooking for that asshole and his fuckpets. No, now she was cooking with another of his pets. She was the last one who wasn't his.

Erica had broken their relationship... and despite knowing it probably couldn't be helped, that the app in some way compelled it, the sheer thought of it drove Olivia up a wall. She should've lasted, just like I have. We should endure this together, prove our love, somehow break out. But now, she's just one more little simpering pussy on the end of a leash leading to Rex. I'd rather die than give myself to that chauvinist willingly.

So as she stabs a knife into a cantaloupe, she imagines just how she can try to stab something else.