Jarl Cest’s Problem

Dr. Zinna walked me up to the front door that opened automatically. Inside, the building looks even more luxurious than I remember, but I suppose the addition of gold rimmed portraits of the Empress and Jarl hadn’t been here back then. The wood floors and tall ceilings remain the same, but the furniture in the front sitting room have been updated to more of a modern classic look rather than Civil War era like it used to be.

Soft piano music fills the air as two naked males play on a grand piano in that front room. Both of them have cum leaking from their assholes and they sport thick black collars denoting their positions as available fuck toys. Any guest of the Jarl would have free permission to wreck them as they saw fit. Further in, two couches flank a chase lounge, all in white leather with gold trim. In the center, a matching coffee table with the same white padding on top, not much of a coffee table I suppose.

The nearest couch held two women, both wearing white lace chokers that hold sheer lace falling down over their shoulders to their breasts. That means their virgins. My eyes widen as I recognized one of the girls.

A couple grades younger than me, she’s only nineteen or twenty by now. She lived just a few streets behind me before I moved into the apartments. Mellissa Rodgers. Her natural blonde hair had been died red, but I’d never forget that innocent face. Big blue eyes, lips perfect for sucking dick, all framed by bushy curls much like Dr. Zinna’s. Guys always talked about wanting to fuck her, even though she was younger, guys wanted her bad because of how she acted. She’d blush every time a guy looked at her. She acted so prim and proper in classes, but as soon as a guy would say hi, she would shut down. And if it was a senior, she’d run to hide in the bathroom.

She sat in her seat, back straight and proper like she always had. Her chest pushes out to show just how much she’d grown since I’d graduated high school. Probably double-Ds if not E-cups. The soft leather of the seat pushes out her plump thighs as her delicate feet hang just above the ground. The large futa sized furniture makes her look childlike by comparison.

I don’t recognize the girl next to her, but she has some whopper tits of her own. Dark brown hair falls to her shoulder like silk strands and her brown eyes sparkled as they looked past me to Dr. Zinna.

On the other couch three other women lay on each other in a massive heap. With their velvet red chokers, fat bellies and copious amounts of cum leaking from all holes, they’re clearly breading sows.

Across from us, on the other side of the coffee table, laying on the chase, is the incredible naked body of Jarl Cest. Her long black hair is damp as is her whole body. I assume it’s sweat since there’s no large puddles to indicate she came in here after taking a shower and since the room smells like sex, the stacked breeding sows are still moaning with pleasure and the Jarl’s chest rises and falls like she can’t get enough air, yeah, I’m going to go with sweat.

“You don’t look any better dear niece.” Dr. Zinna says.

_ Niece! That makes Dr. Zinna one of the Empress’s twelve sisters. Holy fuck!_ Why are their so many Royal Family members here in our little town?

Jarl Cest drapes one of her arms over her face as she groans in pain. “I’m not good, Auntie Zee. It’s getting worse.”

“Well, I’m very sorry to hear that Cest. It looks like you didn’t take my advice though. I think I was pretty clear on just how much you were meant to have sex per day, and that going against my advice could cause symptoms to worsen.”

“Once a day is not enough, Auntie Zee. It’s just not realistic.” She sits up and my jaw hung loosens ogling her swollen cock. Flaccid though it may be, the thick meat still holds a great amount of blood from its recent use. “I swear though, I only broke your rule yesterday and today.”

Dr. Zinna’s eyes glow, peering through her niece just like she’d peered through me. “I know exactly what you did.”

Jarl Cest’s eyes dart to the side as she coils in on herself like a scolded child.

“This is my assistant for the day. It’s his first day in school and your Aunt Xon saw something… rather unique.”

Jarl Cest’s eyes glow for a moment but then the dark green returns. “You block his file or did Xon?”

“I did.” She smiles down at me and gives my chain a light tug. I obey the command and hug her from her side. Given our height difference, her massive tits obscure my vision of the room. “Jack, go check our patient’s vitals. I want to make sure we’re getting a correct reading.”

Life-saving blow job incoming!

I walk around the table and kneel between Jarl Cest’s legs. I’m able to skip formalities as I’m not a pet, or a male, or a human; I’m a tool in this situation, and tools don’t worship. I grab her massive cock; its weight makes my breath catch and my eyes take in her glorious form. Muscled and curvy, tits double the size of my head and balls as big as my fists. Her cock is already greased up with cum, both hers and her concubines’. The head is so large I feel like I’m about to swallow a triple cheeseburger.

I push forward and let out a slutty moan as her cum touches my tastebuds. I push her to the back of my throat just like the video instructed for taking vitals. My jaw stretches to new limits holding her there.

Her hand rests on the back of my head as I fight my gag reflex. All the other cocks or faux cocks I’ve taken so far have been fairly slim by comparison, sliding down my throat with ease when considering girth. But this thing, I thank the Empress it’s soft right now. It’s so wide, I’m going to need a new throat if she actually fucked me with it.

As her head rests at my throat, she strokes my hair. “Do you love your new life?”

I look up at the Jarl and smile as best I can with her thick shlong in my mouth. Had I been at the base of her shaft, her massive tits would have blocked me from seeing her loving eyes.

“Awe, I bet.” She smiles at me and brushes my hair. “So? Any updates?”

“Well, as it is with Phantom Block, your nerves are stressed, having sex so recently, your nerves are even more stressed currently, but other than that, you’re fine. That’s enough, Jack.”

I pull back against my deeper desires and even refrain from giving her cock’s slit a kiss goodbye. I move back over to Dr. Zinna and wait for my next order.

“I have a few ideas we’ll try out today, to move you past the Phantom Block.”

Jarl Cest huffs and falls back on the chase. “Are you sure this will work? Why isn’t sex the answer? I feel so good when I fuck!”

“Calm yourself.” Dr. Zinna’s eyes glow and Lacy grabs the leashes of the sows and pulls them out of the room.

The three girls don’t resist but they don’t help much either as their weak arms and legs sporadically either hold or fail to hold their own weight.

“I told you the smell of virgin pussy would help. How are you meant to smell these two when you have those three slopping with cum just laying around?”

“I’m sorry, Auntie Zee. It’s just… This shit sucks!” She slaps her cock in palpable frustration. “Fucking them feels so good, it’s such a relief.”

“A temporary one. I told you that. I told you that fucking would make your feel better in the moment. What you need is some true relief.”

“And what’s that?”

“We’re going to play a game. By the end of the game, you should hopefully be cured.”

Jarl Cest shoots to her feet. “Are you fucking serious? A game? You couldn’t play last time you were here?”

“No, I couldn’t. I needed the right equipment. We’re going to play Two Virgins and a Whore.”

Jarl Cest eyes light up with excitement. “Oh my Goddess! Seriously? That will cure me?”

“It should. I can’t guarantee. Phantom Block is an issue of the mind, there’s not set cure for everyone, but in your case I think it will work for you. If not, I’ll go back to the drawing board and come back in a few days with another attempt. But, good news is, if it doesn’t work, it will let me see what parts work and what parts don’t. That will help find the right game for you. That’s why all our games exist. Mental health is our number one enemy. Winners basking in their dominance lose their edge. It happens only to the best of us.” Her eyes glowed for a moment and then she clapped her hands together. “Okay! With the sows put away, this should be good. You three.” Her finger encompasses me and the two virgins. She bends down to unclasp the chain on my choker. “You have three minutes. Cest, I’d like a glass of water.”

“Right away, Auntie!” The jarl bounces on her feet, causing her dangling cock to flop back and forth. “Bitch. Get my goddess of an aunt some water. And Oliver, I want you to make sure the other sows don’t interfere in our game. Go guard their hallway…” Her voice fades away as they walk from the room.

“I don’t know this game,” the new girl says. “I fucking could have sworn I watched all the videos. I don’t know it!”

“Calm down, Hannah. We’re going to be fine,” Mellissa says, but her face doesn’t look very calm. Her deep grimace and fear in her eyes says she’s panicking as well.

“I don’t know the game either,” I admit. “This was my first day of school.”

Both girls look at me with frowns like that doesn’t help matters, since it doesn’t.

Mellissa lets out a defeated sigh. “The game is we all get fucked and the futa has to guess which one of us is the whore.”

“Wait, that’s it?” I ask.

“Well, it’s part Hide and Fuck and part Tickle the Belly, but the twist is that two of the participants are virgins and one is a whore.”

“I don’t know what those games are, but still, isn’t this too easy? You two are fucking virgins.” I point to their chokers. “I just watched a video on chokers. I know at least that much. I’m clearly the whore.”

“Yeah, what kind of stupid fucking game is this?” Hannah asks.

“It’s not that simple, we chose who the whore is. The game could be played with up to twenty Mistresses, so after a while, all three are going to be cock craving whores. We choose, but all three of us need to be virgins to start. Are you a virgin?” She looks at me with her eyebrows tilting in confusion.

“I mean, I had sex last night and today with women and strap-ons.” I shrug, not sure if that’s good enough.

Hannah grunts in frustration. “Why are males always so fucking stupid. Have you ever had a dick inside your ass or had your dick inside an ass or pussy?”

“No, but-”

“Then you’re a virgin,” Hannah snaps. She looks to Mellissa, apparently done with me. “What happens in the game as far as who the virgins are versus who the whore is?”

Mellissa shakes her head, causing her red curls to dance. “If the main Mistress playing guesses correctly, the whore becomes hers. If she’s wrong, she doesn’t get to keep them and has to give them to someone else if they were hers to begin with.”

“So our fucking virginity is up like that?” Hannah sighs. “For a fucking game? I thought Jarl Cest said our virginity was going to make us special prizes.”

“Um, shouldn’t we choose who the whore is?”

“If we win, though,” Mellissa says, ignoring me completely. “The whore gets to make a request of the Mistress. Sometimes another Mistress will take the request instead, if the game was a gift, or maybe a medical treatment, but I’m not sure. Dr. Zinna is one of the Twelve. She has no obligation to take the loss for anyone other than the Empress herself.”

We have to be inside of the half-minute mark by now. “Well, even if we don’t know who the Mistress is in this situation, shouldn’t we choose who the whore is?”

Hannah doesn’t even look at me. “So, if we get fucked, but we win, we can ask for whatever we want. We could ask for a limit to being breed.”

“We could ask for a particular Mistress to be gifted to.” Mellissa’s eyes light up with hope.

“What if we ask to be given to the Empress?” Hannah gasped.

“Fine, I’m the whore,” I shout.

The two look at me like I lost my mind.

Hannah scowls. “You are n-”

“Times up,” Lacy says as she enters the room with a fist full of fabrics. “Come get your clothes for the game.”

Hannah and Mellissa hurry over to Lacy and pick out their clothes. I come over to get mine to find it’s just a skimpy black G-string.

“Um, Lacy. I don’t know the rules. What am I doing?”

Lacy looks with a sympathetic frown. “There’s not much time. You’re going to get sixty seconds to hide. Mistress and Cest are going to come around with blindfolds on. If they catch you, you can give yourself up, or you can give them your clothing,” she taps the thong. “And they’ll let you go to hide again. If you don’t have clothing, they get to fuck you. You have to play either a slobbering whore or a prim and prissy virgin. No matter who the real whore is you can pretend to be either. It’s a mind game. If they make a guess, the game ends. Right or wrong, it’s over. If they fuck you but don’t guess, you can go hide again.”

“One… Two… Three…” Dr. Zinna and Jarl Cest count from some room further in the house.

The girls dash off into the house and Lacy smiles at you while backing away. She covers her eyes with her hands as she starts to count along with the other futa.

Oh shit!