A Chorus of Many Voices

I leave the room with Ms. Green still gasping and coming along with Ms. Lia, both either too stunned or tied up to use this chance to escape. With Vita in hand, I hurry to the door without bothering to get dressed again.

The rest of the house is pretty quiet besides all the screaming orgasms in the back, and in that silence I check Custom Girls for a familiar name… and immediately find it.

Grinning, I turn on every light on my way to the door. Naked as I am, I just open it slightly before ducking out of view and calling out, “Come in.”

Ivette already did her check-up on me and Sophia, and I've already paid her in advance for the next ten days (which took surprisingly little paperwork, possibly a side-effect Gem Law Program keeping everything I do with Ivette away from legal consequences). Given all that, it’s a surprise to see her come back without my beckoning. When at last she enters, the door closing behind her, I notice that she’s in plain clothes for the first time since I’ve met her. A simple, purple t-shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers bring some measure of darkness to the albino, but it’s hard not to focus on her braless chest tenting her shirt up. A beret-cap of matching wine colors sits over the deep frown she wears as she looks down at my hard-on.

A particularly loud bout from the duet at the other end of the house causes her to raise an eyebrow as she looks past me. “So you’re still going at it.” Less a question, more an annoyed affirmation before her eyes glance back down at my erection.

“Nice to see you too,” I chuckle, “and… well, we have another, if you want to join and make it a foursome.” I consider making Erika another patient for Ivette, but then think better of it; I don’t even know where Erika lives, and I keep my doctor on a tight schedule already.

“Some more women you've claimed as property?”

Ouch. “No, but uh... they have their own reasons for being here. But what brings you back?”

“I…” Her pink eyes meet mine only after a hesitation. “I’m off tonight. My admin told me he didn’t know how to reach you to get permission to… use me, for longer than normal. Perks of being your equipment; apparently I'm a lease that they lost their paperwork on.”

“Oh,” is all I can manage.

“I guess I should be so fortunate that they assumed you wanted me to still be treated like a doctor, respected and so on... with that little caveat. wasn’t even supposed to start that shift with you earlier, but… well, anyways, my bank confirmed the payments so… I’m just here for my part of the bargain.”

I nod with a grim frown. “Hey, they chose the punishment, not me. Anyways, that doesn't explain why you're here again.”

Her lips purse in frustration, but she doesn’t say anything at first.

“So… are you here because you want to-?”

“I should probably leave,” she tersely interrupts.

“No, no! I mean, I’m happy you're here… I’d just like to… you know, hear it from-”

“I’m leaving.”

“Fine, fine! You don't have to say it, just… stay here, and keep us healthy, alright?” Ivette crosses her arms; there’s no hiding my intent. “But let’s get you out of those clothes.”

“I'll choose when my clothes come off... if my clothes come off.”

I consider forcing the issue… and while I do like her playing along, her resistance tends to melt away when she’s naked under the lights. Actually... “Are you... afraid of losing control?”

“Control,” she huffs. “I chose to come here. The least you can do is let me stay how I want rather than turn me into another mindless fucktoy.”

“That's... hmm. Alright, that's fine. Hopefully you won't get turned off by what's already going-”

Ding-dong.

We both turn to regard the door... but Ivette glances back at me when she notices my stupefied expression. “How many were you expecting... how many do you have?”

“I recently hit twenty,” I confess, causing my doctor to grimace as I nod her towards the door. After some more harsh whispers and urgings, Ivette finally relents and opens it for me while I stand just out of sight... for all the good it does me before Leona comes barging in.

“David!” Leona bellows as she ignores Ivette. The athlete's wearing her own casual wear, still a bit messy from when she put it on following my "cure" for her going into heat, but now it's noticeably darker at the crotch of her white yoga pants. Her breasts remain bound in the sporty bra now stained with blotches where she no doubt lactated right through them. I could guess her exertion was getting over here by foot or bike, but why is she here? She's about to say something else when she stops on a dime with one look at me. “Oh... oh shit, really?!”

I spread my arms wide with a whimsical shrug as her eyes go to my bare Johnson. “Welcome back... let me guess, you also don't want to tell me why-?”

“Leo!” That strong, lecturing voice is well-known to me by now... but there's no way. Why would she even be here?! She must've chased Leona, but I can't let her see me here in this den of debauchery, I gotta at least put on some damn pants-! “Don't go marching into people's homes like that, I don't care if- oh good Lord almighty in heaven.”

But it's far too late as the equally milky senior Teller swoops in with her energized body and judging eyes. She wears her old pink-flower-dipped moomoo--now ridiculous on the young figure the app gave her-- and green flip-flops as she herself marches into Ms. Lia's house without invitation... and sees me now in my element for the first time. Think fast, Dave, but all I can get out is, “H-Ha, I can't believe we're all here!” The succubi are trying to kill me; there can be no doubt anymore, they're behind this crazy meeting. My fingers work fast on the app as I look for the best solution, but Mama Teller's new options don't really lend themselves to accepting my nudity... or the new round of horny bellowing that briefly spikes from the bedroom and echoes into the living room where we all stand.

Ms. Lia and Ms. Green buy me just a few more seconds with that, but Irie finally reacts to all the sin she can now hear and see. “Oh Lord in heaven!”

LEONA TELLER
Absolute Competition Syndrome: Team Effort (3)

It'll have to do. “W-We were just going to start a competition, a-and everyone here is going to join in!” All eyes turn to me, all in varying states of confusion or shock or anger... but I don't have time to think about a creative way to go about it, or a means to keep the Tellers apart. I have to convert Irie to my raunchy habits here and now before she goes and tries to tell someone about what I'm doing--oh God, she doesn't even have enough gems for the Gem Law Program, she'll call the police!--and in that panic, I declare, “A-All four of us are going to compete to see... who can cause the most orgasms before midnight... in this house!” I quickly add, **** to keep this situation contained.

Leona's eyes bulge to saucers; Ivette's narrow to slits. Irie, to her credit, was already on the verge of exploding with panic and outrage, so all she can do is briefly register the competition she can't judge as unusual... and slowly untense. “Well, goodness... here I thought something inappropriate was happening, but you're just trying to get an edge before we start, hmm?” She nods in approval of her own explanation and closes the door behind her. “Well my baby girl wins every competition God puts in front of her, Mr. Haines, and I'm the one who put her here so I hope you're ready to lose hard. I accept!”

“Me too, though I'm hardly surprised this is the game,” Ivette sighs, “given your talents for it.”

Leona's lip curls as she whispers, “I... I accept.” Her face twists as she approaches and hisses between clenched teeth, “David, you said you wouldn't.”

That makeshift promise to not include her mom slaps me only now as regret sinks in my chest. I hastily add, “B-But not you, Mrs. Teller! Erm, I mean, the game needs a... a judge, and you'll be the judge, but you won't participate in-”

“Oh I'm already in Mr. Haines, and you're not about to make me lose by changing the rules halfway! Now then... well, I can hear that sinner in there, and now I see that's the sound of opportunity!” Without warning or explanation, the senior Teller rushes past us all and towards the bedroom. Ivette, also possessed by that same competitive spirit, chases after her; Leona, furious as she was, nearly does the same until I catch her arm by the wrist to anchor her.

“Leona, I'm sorry, I just meant to-!”

She looks back at me, fury painted on her features. “She spanked me for being out late!”

“Oh, that's...” I'm about to say that's funny, or even normal... except then I remember it's Leona's enchanted ass being spanked in that scenario. “... oh shit.” I imagine it: Irie putting Leona over her knees and spanking away, her daughter becoming more and more aroused until she comes violently over her own mother's thighs... and her mother, cursed with a punishment and awareness, feeling that pleasure course through her as well. An unintentional bout of incestuous foreplay... and Leona running away to come here, and her mom chasing her by car all the way here until...

“I need you to free her! It's not just me, it's... it's like she was getting... oh God, please just take these awful things away from her!” Leona suddenly leans towards me... and pulls her panties and yoga pants around to her knees, revealing her soaked snatch just before she grabs my cock and guides it between her thighs. With a hug she joins us, tightly squeezing my member with her muscular thighs as she humps me, jerking me off with trained legs as she stares into my eyes with only an inch between us. “Fuck, I have to win... come already! Damn it, you have to fix this, David!” What she wants to say, and what the competition makes her say, continue to tumble out of her together.

“I-I can't, you saw! I just tried to change the rules, but she ignored me! And the way your mom might've felt when she... you know, spanked you, that's a punishment, I can't change those...!”

“David, please!” She continues to jerk me off as she gives her plea and... and goddamn, she's pretty good at that. It takes my last shreds of decency to not angle my dick into that slippery labia that hotdogs and teases the top of my dick while she continues to give me this dripping thigh job, but more importantly, I really don't have a way to turn this around. For now, I've avoided disaster until midnight... and I have to figure out what to do with Irie and everybody else before then. I'm the only one with free will anymore in this house...