One Good Turn...

WARNING: This chapter plays out quite differently to the rest of the branch. Turn back now if you want things to continue going well for Cindy Lessick. You have been warned.

Cindy Lessick first spotted the owner a few minutes after clearing customs.

It wasn't hard to find her when she'd been told what to look for. It was one of a handful of restaurant bars in the airport, with two men with shaved heads in red suits standing outside and quietly directing guests away from the entrance. It looked like it was full already regardless. Still, when Cindy approached the door, they quietly nodded at her before letting her inside.

She heard the doors click shut behind her as she looked around the bar. It was well-lit and newly built, all gleaming white surfaces and clean tiles. Nobody looked up at her as she wandered around, looking in vain for-

"Cindy!"

The voice was the same as the one she'd heard in the chatroom a week ago, minus a certain synthetic crunch. Cindy turned to find a two-person table in the very centre of the room, one with only a single person sitting down already. She was dressed in comfortable looking sweatpants and an insulated bomber jacket, along with beige gloves and a veil down over the hood of her jacket that hid her head entirely.

Cindy didn't have the instinctive sense for it all men possessed. But she knew nonetheless she was looking at the owner.

"Come! Sit down!" The owner tapped on the table. "I've already ordered food and drinks. I'm not here for too long, so I don't want to waste time."

"Uh, I- sure." Cindy rushed over and sat down in the chair across from her. "Is there something you'd prefer I call you, or..."

"Jane still works fine. Jane Doe if you're being formal." She laughed, the noise making her veil ripple. "Sorry if you were hoping for more than that. I can't go around giving out my real identity to just anybody."

"Right. Right." Cindy glanced around the restaurant. "Is it alright for us to chat in public like this? Aren't you worried about secrets leaking or something?"

"What kind of conversation were you anticipating? But no, don't worry." The owner picked up a soda can with a straw in it, taking a long sip under her veil before continuing. "Pay attention to the other guests."

Cindy looked around, and moments later felt embarrassed for not having noticed it sooner. All weren't eating, all were utterly quiet, and each and every one of them was a man.

"Precisely. We have nothing to worry about here. Anyway, how have you been enjoying it?"

Cindy swallowed. She was on edge in a way she couldn't quite articulate. "You mean... being in control?"

"Got it in one. And I bet you've been getting it a lot of other ways, right? No need to respond, I've been keeping an eye out. Impressive work with that security guard, by the by, I took notes on that one."

Cindy suddenly felt very exposed. "You knew about that?"

"Oh, Cindy. Honey. I'm the owner. You should have read the fine print on that image I sent you. Anytime you messed with someone, they sent me a little message or email or video telling me all about it. I've been flooded with updates these last few days." She chuckled, low and unpleasant. "They've made for very good material. Thank you for that."

A waiter walked over, placing a new drink and a bowl of fries in front of the owner. Nothing for Cindy. She was tempted to ask before her attention was suddenly drawn powerfully by something else: the fact that the waiter, despite his finely pressed sleeves and black shoes and well-tailored pants, had a hole in his crotch where his flaccid cock could poke out.

Cindy waited until the waiter had left before pointing towards the service door he'd left through. "Did you do that?"

"What, do you think he showed up to work like that? You're funny, Cindy. I didn't hold the scissors myself, if that's what you're asking, but I did request it before I arrived. I find easy access saves a lot of time and trouble for everyone, don't you?" A few fries disappeared as she slipped a hand under her veil, her next words muffled by chewing. "Or have you not gotten around to messing with clothing like that yet?"

"Uh, no, not really." Cindy **** a smile. This wasn't going how she'd expected it to at all. "But I might try it when I get home, now you've demonstrated."

The owner made a non-committal noise. "We'll see."

Cindy sat back in her seat, rubbing at her arm. The silence was getting to her, the only sounds quiet breathing coming from the other tables and the chewing of the owner and her fries. The same owner who eventually sighed dramatically and placed her hand on Cindy's arm. "Look, Cindy, I know what the problem is."

Cindy resisted the urge to wrench her arm away. "You do?"

"Of course. You have just spent the last week living life in such a way that what you said went. You were the undisputed most important person in every room. You've fallen out of practice at receiving no for an answer, or anything other than silent obedience. You don't know how to handle talking with someone more powerful than you." She withdrew her hand to take another long sip of her new drink, some kind of fancy cocktail this time. "I've seen it all before. It's nothing unusual, and I'm not holding it against you."

Cindy was saved from having to consider all of that by a single nagging sentence. "You've seen this before? What do you mean?"

"Oh, were you not picking up on the subtext? You're not the first girl I've deputised, Cindy. I've lent out that very same image to about two dozen other women now. I had it ready on hand to send you, you should have figured that our already. Did you seriously think I had made a special exception, just for you, out of the kindness of my heart?"

Cindy didn't like this. She wanted to go home and be alone and peg her brother until her worries went away. Instead, she just nodded in the hopes that agreeing would make this all go by a bit faster.

"Well, I don't have any kindness in my heart. Remember that, first off. I send out this image when I find a particularly repressed woman to see if I've missed anything: there is nobody more creative with a power like this than someone who is extremely pent up, and I'm not proud enough to think I figured out all the use-cases myself. I had to verbally deputise the first few women before one figured out the power worked over images. Sometimes I use you to farm new ideas on how to expand my power, but mostly its just to gain new fetishes and techniques. That's all."

The same waiter returned, delivering a small porcelain cup with two scoops of vanilla icecream this time. Nothing for Cindy again. The owner dipped a fry in the icecream as she considered Cindy, before sighing violently. "I wish you wouldn't look so down about all this! You've just had a week-long orgy on my behalf, and we haven't even talked about it! Understand that out of everyone on earth I would understand how you feel. You finally have someone to gossip with! Am I going to need to do all the talking?"

Cindy opened and closed her mouth, feeling vaguely like the goldfish she saw occasionally in her dentist's office. "I mean... when you messaged me, I'd just got down fucking my brother with a strapon. That was pretty fun."

The owner clenched her fingers around the edge of the table. "Now that makes me jealous. I've never gotten to see his cute little butt in person. Did it feel good?"

This time, Cindy's smile was authentic. "It felt great."

"Phenomenal! The last time I fucked a man in the ass, it must have been... oh, the shadow minister for Agriculture. Surprisingly spry for his age, and extremely cute when he moans."

"Can't say I've fucked anyone that important yet."

The owner shook her head. "Oh, Cindy. You'll get there."

The conversation proceeded much more smoothly from there. As strange as it felt to be discussing this stuff frankly, Cindy found a strange kind of enjoyment in comparing her use of her privileges with the original owner. She quickly found that far from being judgmental or unhappy with her crueler uses of the power, the owner relished in them, sharing tales of insane things she'd done to important men on whims. Cindy had begun to tentatively think of herself as a sadist, but the Owner put her to shame.

Still, it was a strange kind of bonding experience. Talking back and forth about all the horrible things they'd done to the men around them.

And yet, Cindy couldn't find it in herself to feel bad.

"They kind of had it coming," she found herself saying some ten minutes in. "I mean, really. Have you ever met a guy who doesn't deserve to be fucked with at least a little bit? They could all do with getting fucked in the ass for a while. Teach them how it feels."

The owner sighed. "See, I felt much the same way at the beginning. But my temper has cooled over time. Part of it is just working out all the rage I've built up over the years at the unfair sex, of course, but beyond that I've just met so very many men. It's hard for me to paint them all with one brush. For all that we generalise, there is absolutely nothing that all men have in common."

"I mean..." Cindy waved at the area between her legs, causing the owner to laugh.

"Not exactly. It turns out my power works on trans men as well. Whatever it is that flags someone as my property doesn't particularly care for biology, it seems. Something else is going on."

Huh. Cindy sat back in her chair. "I honestly hadn't thought of that."

"Most people don't. The majority of human beings go their whole lives without thinking once about it. Maybe it's just because I've had to deal with functionally running the whole human species, but it just strikes me as strange that most people are blind to something that fundamental." The owner leaned forward in her seat. "Take you, for example. Have you ever considered that you might not be a woman?"

Cindy snorted. "I mean, obviously not. I think I'd know if-"

"I'm being serious, Cindy. Think about it. Look deep within yourself. Are you absolutely sure that you, Cindy Lessick, could not exist as a man?"

Maybe it was the fact the whole conversation had already been pretty surreal, but Cindy was surprised to realise that it wasn't that difficult for her to sit back and really focus in on the idea. She'd been a woman her whole life, but she'd never exactly had to defend her womanhood. Never had to look at it too closely herself. She'd been pretty comfortable being female, or at least had felt like she was pretty comfortable, but maybe that was just because she'd never considered the alternative.

Cindy Lessick as a man...

"You are now permanently male."

Cindy nodded, the order settling in like a lead weight sinking in water.

It took him a few seconds to realise what had happened.

He opened his eyes with a start and stood up rapidly from his chair-

"Sit down, shut up, start drooling." The owner giggled. "Sorry, I just really liked the phrasing you used on that. Feel free to keep talking, but do stay seated. We're still having a conversation."

"It can't work like that."

"Oh, but it does." The owner's voice sounded wildly different now, less reserved and more playful. More comfortable. "I take full credit for the idea: before I received ownership, I had a brother who wasn't always a brother. When he agreed to eat me out on the first night, it planted the seed of an idea. I used to have a sister as well, and after some experimenting with the phrasing I now have two brothers. All I need to do is get you into a state of mind where you think of yourself as male, however faintly or briefly. So long as you believe it, you belong to me. Then I just make sure you don't snap out of it, and hey presto. New toy. You wouldn't believe how many world leaders I've gotten with that trick."

Cindy stayed quiet. He couldn't quite accept that this was happening: it all felt like some bad dream.

"Still in there, Cindy? I said you're allowed to talk."

Cindy said nothing.

"Hmm. Alright, best get to some minor alterations then. Your name is still Cindy Lessick, you think and act like a woman, you use she/her, you change nothing else about yourself without my express instructions, and you don't experience any gender dysphoria. I'm not that kind of cruel. However, no matter what anyone says or does to you ever again, no matter what you say or do or think, you are a man and you belong to me. Are we clear?"

Cindy said nothing.

"Nod if we're clear."

Cindy nodded.

"Perfect. Onto the fun part, then." A waiter cleared the owner's dishes and cutlery as she hiked her legs up onto the table, slipping a hand underneath her sweatpants as the rest of the staff drew the blinds shut, blocking out the rest of the airport. "Stand up, start stripping. Slowly. You won't like what happens when you finish."

Cindy stood up and reached for the hem of her shirt. She tried to stop herself from undressing, screaming instructions from somewhere deep inside her own mind, but it did nothing. It wasn't like someone had hijacked her body, or anything. She just knew that no matter how much she didn't want to, she had to do what her owner said. That was just the way it worked. So she did her best to take her shirt off slowly, shivering in the cold air of the restaurant as the cloth covered her head. The muffled voice of the owner came through.

"You're always so surprised when this happens to you. I mentioned the other women, didn't I? They're not women anymore either. It's nothing personal, if that helps, I just don't feel safe being around anyone I'm not in control of anymore. You would understand."

Cindy pulled off her shirt and dropped it on the ground behind her. She moved on to her dress next, pulling it down and slowly stepping out of it, legs trembling as she held an uncomfortable pose longer than she wanted to. Even though she didn't particularly want to, she was allowed to talk. That probably meant the owner wanted her to. "But why? I'm not a man."

"You are now, honey, don't forget that. It's not changing anytime soon." Cindy couldn't look at the owner right now, she was too focused on getting out of her dress slowly without falling over. "I know what you really mean though. You're asking why I'm doing this when you don't deserve it, like all these mean irritating men we've both walked all over. Well, let me explain it to you quickly. Eyes up, keep stripping."

Cindy let her skirt pool on the tiled floor and looked up at the owner. Her veil was still in place, but her jacket was unzipped to let her feel up her braless tits, and there was the outline of a hand stroking herself underneath her sweatpants. That wasn't nearly the most distracting part of the scene, however.

It was the fact that at some point, every man in the restaurant had stood up. All of them were looking at Cindy. And all of them had the same hole cut out of the crotch of their pants, allowing Cindy to see their cocks rising into full erectness.

Cindy reached up to unclasp the straps of her bra as the owner continued speaking, not a hint in her voice that she was actively masturbating. "See, I'm just not into men in the abstract. Cocks, muscles, whatever. They're kind of fun, but mostly in the sense of what you can do with them. What I'm a fan of is domination. I like seeing powerful people taken down a peg, I like beautiful people being embarrassed, and I like pieces of shit getting what's coming to them. When I got ownership, I was able to show every man in the world their place. Morally and spiritually, I was satisfied. But libido-wise, I was left wanting a bit. I'm straight: I prefer it if a woman's involved."

Taking off her bra, Cindy was about to drop it on the floor like the rest of it when the owner motioned at her with grabby hands. Cindy tossed it onto the table, and the owner withdrew a hand from her chest to pick up the bra and start sniffing it. "The one problem with that is that, despite my very best efforts, I still have a bit of a moral compass. More of a moral leaf in water now, if I'm being honest. But I can't just inflict my horny whims on random women. I don't own them, for one, and forcing them would leave a bad taste in my mouth. I had to get creative."

Cindy slipped her fingers through the waistband of her underwear. One by one, the men around the room were starting to jerk themselves off, slowly and purposefully. They were all hard by this point. Some were drooling precum. And the owner wasn't shutting up. "So I came up with this little system. I give another woman my powers for a bit, see what they do with it. I try my best to give it to someone I think is going to get corrupted really fast. And so far I'm batting twenty-three for twenty-three, although you were the fastest to go off the deep end. Didn't even wait until I'd left the voice call. Anyway, I watch you girls **** your power and ****- yes, it is ****, don't forget that- your way through all the men in your lives. I take notes. And when it's over... I ensure payback."

Her underwear was on the ground. Cindy moved to cover herself, but a wagging finger from the owner had her hands down by her side. The entire room already smelt of sweat and sex and semen, and nobody had touched anyone else yet. It was only a matter of time.

Despite herself, Cindy decided for one last try at talking her way out. "You're blaming me for using my powers to have sex with men. But you gave them to me. You knew what was going to happen. And I heard what you were saying, you've done worse. What's the difference between you and me?"

The owner laughed at that, full throated and shrill, a slight wavering note to it as she started moving a finger in and out of her pussy beneath her waistband. "Seriously? Do you even need to ask? You're Cindy Lessick. You're nobody. I, on the other hand, am the owner. This is my world. It's just that half of you haven't realised you live in it yet. And I'm fixing that, one at a time. Anyway, boys?"

Her veil was still on, but Cindy could tell she was smiling beneath it anyway.

"Fuck her."

The first man came at her from behind, placing his arms around her waist and lifting her up into the air easily. For a moment Cindy hoped he'd have difficulty penetrating her-

"Get wet, Cindy, let them in."

But that was dashed immediately. All she could do was attempt to squeeze her legs together, but two other men by the side of the first grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart, and then he was thrusting against her thighs and then he was in.

It was nothing like the other sex she'd had. She wasn't controlling the pace, she wasn't able to stop for breath or only take as much of the cock as she felt comfortable with. It was less of a coupling and more of an invasion, a penetrating intruder that thrust in and out of her frantically, desperately. She was barely aware of the man the cock was attached to, bearded and hairy and muscled, clutching her waist like a doll as he bounced her up and down.

She'd entirely forgotten about the other men until she felt hands on her wrists, and cocks rutting against her palms.

She balled her hands into fists, trying to stop them from getting any further satisfaction.

"None of that, Cindy!" There was a definite husky edge to the Owner's voice now, the sound of wet schlicking audible above the rest of the noise. "Don't turn away any of them. Let them do what they want to you. Help them."

There was no wiggle room left in that instruction. Gingerly, Cindy opened her hands and grasped the cocks thrusting against her. One was so small she had to use two fingers and a thumb, the other was large enough she could barely wrap her hand around it. These men hadn't been specifically selected for this, it seemed. Probably just whoever had been around the airport on the way in.

Through the overwhelming pressure and distraction of being fucked, Cindy noticed that the hands holding her hips had a wedding ring.

But there was no time for such thoughts. She only realised when her feet touched the ground and her knees started to bend that she was being lowered down to the ground, the men at her side kneeling and the man fucking her lowering himself onto his back. And beyond that she could feel a slight difference in the rhythm of the cock inside her, a **** increase in speed until-

Cindy stiffened as she felt jets of semen paint her insides. She'd never felt anything like it before, avoided it by design. But she had **** now. It felt gross, sticky and thick. She had a strange worry that it was somehow going to stain her, that her insides would be a sickly snotty off-white from now on, but she knew that was the least of her worries. She wasn't on birth control, and hadn't bothered changing that in the past week. There was no point when she could just tell the men not to come.

That was no longer an option.

The man beneath her pulled out of her, rolling away across the floor as the contractions of her pussy in response to the sudden emptiness pushed fat globs of semen down her inner thighs. The men in her hands jolted and came as well, one sending warm streaks along her arm and the other splattering onto her face. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, but that did nothing to stop it from dribbling down her nose and gluing together her hair.

And then there were more hands on her, strong hands, flipping her upside down so she was almost standing on her hands and feet with her chest stuck up in the air, except that those same hands held her upright and a new man had slid into position underneath her. More were crowding in around her, each one **** to find a spot. One moved in between her thighs and began fucking her pussy, paying no mind to the creampie from the man before. Two more grabbed her hands greedily and moved them to their cocks, where she began jerking them back and forth.

But then someone moved forward from the crowd and squatted down on her face, and she barely had time to wrinkle her nose at the smell before he was prying her mouth open and forcing his cock inside.

It was horribly uncomfortable, worse than her one oral experiment with her brother. Her head was **** backwards so that there was a straight line between her mouth and her throat, and his thrusting meant that his balls repeatedly slapped against the space between her eyes and nose, gluey strands of cum from the earlier facial adhering to the skin of his sack and stretching painfully away from her skin with every thrust. And even though some strange quirk of her orders meant that she was able to breathe calmly and evenly through her nose, that didn't mean she was getting enough air.

Her lungs burned as the man in her mouth thrust back and forth. Dimly, she realised that another man had arrived and sat down on her belly, his weight crushing her body down onto the man below her. What he was there for remained a mystery until she felt rough calloused hands on her tits and something hard and hot between her tits: she wasn't exactly small-chested, but she also wasn't anywhere near large enough for a proper titfuck like she'd seen in porn. That didn't deter him one bit as he thrust back and forth, fucking her chest and grinding on her stomach in the process, all while she could barely breathe from the cock blocking her throat.

Fortunately, his thrusts were getting faster and less regular in a way she knew meant he was about to cum. Unfortunately, he wasn't pulling out either. He thrust in down to the hilt, his balls blocking her nostrils and forcing her to hold a shallow breath as she felt pulse after pulse of semen coating the walls of her throat. Her orders meant she couldn't spit or cough it up or even move her mouth for fear of damaging his member: that didn't change the fact she badly wanted to. It was only when he withdrew his softening cock that she was able to briefly hack and cough, chunks of spit and cum flying from her mouth and dribbling from her nostrils.

She got a few seconds of that before someone bent her head back and started fucking her mouth again.

The cocks fucking the rest of her began to erupt as well. Another load in her pussy, more leaking down her thighs. Her arms and shoulders and face splattered with cum from the handjobs. The man fucking her tits eventually came onto her neck and chin, burning hot against her skin. And as soon as they stepped away, new ones moved in to take their place.

She felt the man underneath her adjusting himself, and she realised dimly he hadn't fucked her yet. But she wasn't sure what there even was left to fuck: her pussy, her mouth, her hands, even her chest were all in use by their third or fourth occupant.

Then she felt something hot and not nearly wet enough poking at her ass.

She thrashed in place, squirming against the hands holding her down and the man sitting on her belly. It was no use. She was stuck firmly in place. The cockhead found her asshole, and slowly but surely pushed inside, the pressure magnifying with every inch until with a sudden pop he was fully inside.

It felt awful. It felt more invasive than anything that had happened to her pussy so far. Every part of her body wanted to **** it out, to clench and push and make it go away, but her orders made her relax and let it inside. And that was just the initial penetration. As it moved back and forth it felt like the cocks of the men fucking her ass and pussy were touching, rubbing against each other with her as a shallow barrier between, a condom. Every thrust made her entire body shake and spasm, every withdrawl made her collapse and every re-entry made her arch her back and groan around the cock in her mouth.

It didn't last forever. None of it had, this wasn't any different. He pressed himself deep inside her, and for a moment she was relieved at the momentary lack of motion, of only having to deal with thrusting into her mouth and pussy. But then she felt the semen, and it was worse than ever before, parts of her body she'd never managed to touch suddenly tingling and itching and pulsing at the foreign substance. The man beneath her pulled out, and rolled away.

Another one slid in to take his place.

Things continued like that for a while, one batch of men in every hole and position after another. Cindy lost track. After a while, she nearly lost consciousness, just mindlessly hanging in place as she was moved by the hands of a crowd of men around her.

Eventually, slowly, achingly, she realised that she was alone. Collapsed on the ground, not a single man around her. Soaking in a pool of juices.

Cindy sat up slowly, wishing more than anything else in the world for a shower. She found the owner still sitting at her table, slowly plunging two fingers in and out of her pussy. There wasn't even a wet spot on her pants. Cindy wasn't convinced the owner had come that entire encounter.

"Oh, sorry Cindy. It's just that my flight is coming in soon, so I thought it best to let everyone get back to work. There isn't exactly a bathroom in her, but you can make do with the high pressure tap in the kitchen. Dry off using a table cloth or something, retrieve your clothing and phone, then head home."

The owner stood up, and Cindy spoke. "Wait." She coughed, her voice unexpectedly hoarse. Every time she moved her tongue she found a new strand of semen somewhere in her mouth. "Is that it? That's the end of it? You make me do that and then just leave?"

"Correction. I just leave. I have a business meeting in Beijing to attend to, and a CEO to forcibly transition." The owner tapped Cindy in the forehead. "You are not going anywhere, except home. And you aren't moving out unless I give you instructions. No telling anyone else about any of this either. Oh, and tell your brother to reinstall Discord. I miss his cam."

And with that, the owner left, leaving Cindy standing along in the abandoned bar.

Cindy reluctantly took the owner's advice, cleaning herself off as best as she could with the dishwashing water sprayer in the kitchen, wincing as she sat splayed on the dishrack to angle the water jet into her pussy in the vain hopes of preventing a pregnancy by washing the semen out. She got dressed again and hailed a cab from the terminal, trying to get a free ride only to find that the image from the owner had been deleted from her camera roll and messages. Mortified, she ended up paying triple just to get home.

When she walked back in, she made a beeline for her brother's room. Roy was just sitting on his mattress, not even bothering with his computer. Staring into space. Cindy didn't waste time. "Yo. The owner wants you to redownload Discord. That's all."

She turned to walk away, only to feel a hand on her wrist. Memories of the gangbang flashed through her head, and she remained frozen in place as her brother spoke into her ear. "Actually, I had a conversation with the owner too. She sent me a text message explaining everything. Apparently, now I have a brother, neither of us are moving out, and she thinks you look cuter bottoming. So get back in here."

Cindy followed him into the room, somehow knowing that he wasn't lying about the owner's orders as he closed the door behind them. She spoke up, voice still raspy and weak. "You don't want this. I've had sex with a dozen guys today, I'm filthy."

"Not the grossest thing I've had to do this week. Besides, it's worth it. With how you ruined my life, it's not like any other girls will ever come near me again." He sat down in his chair and tapped his foot on the ground in front of him, and Cindy knelt, knowing instinctively what he wanted. He was still bottomless, his cock still massive and hard and angry. "Let's start with a blowjob. A proper deepthroat. Clean me up for what comes next."

Powerless to resist, Cindy nodded, before opening her mouth as wide as it could go and forcing her head down again.

A few months later, not much had changed. Their parents had never come back, neither sibling questioning the circumstances too much. Most of the floorspace was now taken up with clothing hangers and sex toys, and the mattress they slept on had been moved out into the living room so their former bedrooms could be made into walk-in closets.

That day, Roy was dressed up like some crossdressing elf from an anime the owner liked, wearing a frilly blonde wig and coloured contacts and a leaf-green dress. Cindy, on the other hand, was pretending to be a female martial artist. She'd been going to the gym until she was on the verge of collapsing for weeks now to build the muscles up in her arms and belly to pull off the look, and she was beginning to just barely show results.

At the assigned time, both siblings went to the computer room, a massive flatscreen in front of them with a constantly running high definition camera and lighting setup and microphone surrounding it. Roy sat down in his seat first, flipping up his dress to allow his cock to stand proud in the air, still just as hard as it had been for the last few months. Some orders had inexplicably stuck around. Cindy hesitated for a moment, and that was enough for him to chide her. "You know how she likes it, Cindy. Sit down."

Reluctantly, Cindy spread the back of her pants to open up the hole she'd cut into them the day she'd brought them, her lack of underwear exposing her pussy to the open air. She stepped backwards and in a single attempt sat down on her brother's cock, letting out a held breath of air as it filled her entirely. She shifted until she was something approaching comfortable before nodding at her brother. They were ready two minutes ahead of schedule, so they joined the voice call and waited, both utterly still as they watched the screen gradually fill up with webcams.

Most were still solo men. There was the occasional two or threesome of men as well, the same as last time. But more and more these days, Cindy was noticing women in some of the camera tiles. Or at least, men who looked like women. Men like her. She wasn't sure how to tell apart the crossdressing men and the brainwashed women these days, and she wasn't sure if there was really a difference anymore. Still, so far Cindy and Roy were the only man/woman couple, something which earned them a fair few looks.

But it all didn't matter. Because a few seconds later, the owner joined, her camera off as always. She sounded carefree: apparently it had been a good day.

"Alright, that's Lithuanian sovereignty sorted out. Didn't think it would take that long. Let's sound off. Number 1?"

Voices chimed out, all the way down the list. She called Cindy and Roy's number, and they both responded. Now that the owner was in the call Roy had started gently fucking her, back and forth slowly and steadily, causing Cindy to moan quietly at the sensation. But outside of that number, she didn't acknowledge them again.

After she'd confirmed all her toys were present, the owner spoke up again. "Alright. I'm going to game a bit, might fuck around with the trashtalkers a bit if they sound cute. All of you keep doing what you're doing."

As the owner switched screens, Cindy whimpered at the feeling of her brother coming inside of her for the first time that night. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant only because she was already showing: someone during the first orgy had knocked her up, she had no idea who and she wasn't sure she'd ever find out. She panted at the feeling of semen flooding her insides as he felt up her aching tits, but she knew that even though he'd just come and she was well on her way to an orgasm, this wasn't about them. This was about providing pleasing background noises and visuals to the owner.

Nothing else mattered.

Cindy wasn't sure if she was happier now than she'd been before meeting the owner. But at the very least, things were simpler. And, as long as the owner commanded it, Cindy no longer had a choice about having sex with a guy on her terms.