Defiance, , and Discovery

You felt a mix of apprehension and excitement as you drove for home. Juliette would be there probably shortly before you with her friend Ashley, from there you could confirm if you're sister's insanity driven actions had resulted in someone else becoming infected with whatever alien STD you and she possibly had, and thus inform your actions from there in containing the spread while also... (She knows your just hoping to fuck another girl. She approves, our community should include as many sisters as you can possibly make. She knows you will lead all these sluts into a glorious new age, whores will worship you and prostitutes will be Her Priestesses.)... No you stop yourself, Ashley was a good girl, the mere idea of forcing yourself on her was wrong enough, and what's more if she was a lesbian with unrequited love for your sister she needed to be treated with respect and let free gently. You can't afford to drag anyone unnecessary into all of this.

You pull into your driveway, the long gravel driveway giving you time to notice your neighbor working a bailer through a nearby field kicking up a large cloud of dust as he went. And as you reach your house you find Juliette's own car parked and waiting outside just as you had expected. However as you park next to her car you notice that Juliette's car has a thin layer of dust on it, and with how much your neighbor had progressed away from your house, for there to be a layer of dust on her car would mean that she had likely been here for a long time, hours even.

Frustrated you intend to go and get your Sister to explain herself, perhaps school had closed early. This notion is forgotten as you step through the door and you see and hear all the signs that something was very wrong. All across the living room table lay six empty beer bottles, five to one side and the sixth all on it's own, and a small plastic bag almost entirely empty save for barely perceptible remnants of some sort of powder that was once inside. From deeper inside the house you hear a voice that is decisively not Juliette's. "C'mon, open up! I won't know what's wrong until you open up and freaking talk to me!" This was followed by the sound of someone pounding on a door.

You start walking back to the bedrooms listening as you slip past old family photos, pictures of wildlife and some of your Dad's most memorable crops, cattle, and pigs from when you were younger and then pictures of you or your sister with your mom receiving various awards or prizes from different competitions over the years. "Juliette you can't just push me out here without a explanation! Juliette! Juliette open... Juliette I'm sorry, I don't know why your upset but I'm sorry just let me in and we can, we can talk this out like a pair of true women."

You round the corner and spot the scene as it unfolds. "No, you-you he'll never fuck me again now!" Juliette's sorrowful voice was only muffled the slightest bit by the door, but her statement earned a shocked expression that helped to burn the sight into your memory. Ashley a four-foot eleven inch girl with a body seemingly made for sports, a six... No eight pack abs set, and the tight muscles perfect for sprints with bulges that suggested boxing or martial arts, and long blond hair done up into pigtails framing a round face with plump lips with smeared purple lipstick, stood naked outside your sister's room, her B-cup breasts tipped with nipple clamps and with a two sided dildo dripping with love juice as she pounded on Juliette's door. (Holy shit... Please tell Her that that thing is hungry for our glorious dick? She didn't think we would need to make you stronger yet, your one of the toughest males in your age group.)

"What do you mean 'he'? Juliette open the fuck up, who the hell is 'he'?" Ashley threw herself into the door with a shoulder tackle and you're sure your sister was bracing the door as you could see the whole thing nearly give under the ****. "If some bastard defiled you, I'll castrate the damn fucker!"

"No!" Juliette howls with what sounds like pure anguish while a fury that nearly terrifies you covers Ashley's face.

"Open up Slut! Who the hell is this bastard? I told you there isn't any man who can satisfy your fantasies, they're all too limp to ever measure the fuck up!" You actually see one of the door hinges break from the wall as Ashley throws herself against the door and you can hear a loud thump from Juliette's room suggesting that the **** of the blow had actually sent her stumbling back.

"Hey!" You don't know why you said that stepping into the hall, surely there was something more you could have said, something more intimidating or authoritative, or at least cooler. But your shout grabs Ashley's attention from Juliette's half broken door.

"You." Ashley's growl is low and accusatory and it sets your hairs standing on end. "You're 'Him' aren't you? My Slut has been watching too much **** porn, tried weening her off the crap, but you must have kept her on it. you fuck."

"Leave her alone, she doesn't want what you're offering." (She's our sex **** bitch! James She knows you can't consciously hear Her, please don't fight this head on, if what She fears is true...) It was only seconds, likely just over a second, but Ashley was already ramming into you, her shoulder and elbow sending you painfully flying back into foyer of your house as she rounded the corner dashing into your kitchen and for the counter where she stopped clearly searching for something.

(She's confused what is she doing?) "Oh fuck, don't you dare bitch!" You stand to your feet quickly before you also dash into the kitchen after Ashley tackling her just as she pulled a steak knife she found in her frantic search from one of the kitchen drawers.

Even as you fell, one of Ashley's legs wrapped around you and as you both hit the ground she threw her weight twisting you both around so she was on top of you. You throw both your hands up catching her knife wielding hand's wrists with both of your hands. Ashley's strength shocks you, your using both hands, have at least fifty pounds on the girl, and she's overpowering you, the knife slowly drawing closer to your shoulder.

"I'm all Juliette fucking needs." Ashley hisses at you leaning in with bloodthirsty eyes. (Wait She has a idea! James She apologizes but She thinks this will work!)

Was Ashley some sort of murderous crazed stalker? And what the hell was all this strength? You had heard that Ashley was a local sports icon from tennis, to paintball, to hockey but this was absolutely ridiculous. And then suddenly you lurched forward, practically stabbing yourself on Ashley's knife as your own and her snarling lips met in a kiss that shocked her so much she gasped allowing your tongue to thrust itself un-commanded into her mouth.

Suddenly new thoughts invade your head as your and her tongue brush against one another. "You fucking disgusting man! I am all Juliette needs, we don't need your worthless kind anymore, the age of men is over, the age of patriarchy is over, there shall only be women across the Earth! [You fucking disgusting man! Girl is all Slut needs, we don't need your worthless kind anymore, the age of men is over, the age of patriarchy is over, there shall only be Girl across the Earth!]" It was as though Ashley was shouting her crazed mantra at you in stereo, two voices saying the same thing.

(She knew it! Listen here Girl, She is your elder, you will fucking listen to her, James is not a he, James shall become Queen of all with all the females riding James's wonderful cock and pumping James's glorious slit full of their cum! So stop...)

While you try to overcome the shock of discovering that you can hear Ashley just like you could Juliette, and she was possibly even more fucking insane than your sister but in a far, far worse way, suddenly Ashley starts ranting more in your locked state, tongues now fighting for control and the thought of pushing the Knife deeper in thankfully not first on Ashley's mind. "Shut the hell up! I'm not falling for your patriarchal crap, dick lover! You just want to use your masculine desire for control to take her away from me! She's OURS, we're going to fuck each other as true lovers and when my older sister comes back from college with her girlfriend, and Mom comes back from her business trip, we'll show them our love and make them just like us. We will start the revolution and slaughter every worthless dick on this planet, throughout all of space!" [Shut the hell up! Girl is not falling for your patriarchal crap, dick lover! You just want to use your masculine desire for control to take Slut away from Girl! She's OURS, we're going to fuck each other as true lovers and when Girl's host's older sister comes back from college with her girlfriend, and host's Mom comes back from her business trip, we'll show them our love and make them just like us. We will start the revolution and slaughter every worthless dick on this planet, throughout all of space!]

"You're fucking deranged! Out of control. Someone needs to stop you before you hurt anyone else!" (She can help you dominate this one, but we can't do it alone, Girl is too violent and made Ashley too strong.) You feel a reassurance, a sense of purpose wash over you. If there were people like this, like Juliette, being made by an alien STD or just out there in general, you need to set them straight, and make them into (obedient fuckdolls) productive and positive members of society. But first you need to survive this.

Suddenly a shadow sweeps over you followed by a loud impact. Ashley jerks to the side pulling the knife from your shoulder as she does and you scream in pain as your lip contact breaks and the blade pulls from your flesh. As you do your fist launches up connecting with Ashley's jaw, just as the second blow from Juliette's mallot strikes the top of Ashley's skull the two simultaneous blows rattling the blond enough that her eyes roll back and she falls over ****. (That's what you get for focusing solely on muscular improvements bitch! Slut is Her Slut, because She is the fucking best bitch!)

You slowly stumble back to your feet while a sobbing Juliette throws herself into you, which causes you to release a sequel like grunt of pain as the, admittedly shallow, knife wound in your shoulder flairs in pain and finally starts to noticably bleed. "Oh, oh God, I'll get the first aid kit!" Juliette darts away for the First Aid while you look down to where Ashley lays on the ground.

"That can wait, get some rope, the heavy duty rope, and lets hogtie her before she wakes up and tries to kill me again." You shout after your sister whose response is to immediately dart out of the house and towards the barn. This leaves you time to look down on Ashley, her now as you think about it, unnatural muscle and strength, and the voices. For some reason you've stayed calm and not even given it serious thought, but you could hear Juliette when you kissed her, and now you could hear Ashley and her crazed rambling, but with Ashley it was... Different, like she wasn't the only person there.

After a few minutes Juliette burst through the front door, ropes, a few straps and the barn's first aid kit all in her arms. "Tie her up." You order and Juliette squees with delight and you can swear your naked , tear stained, fluid covered sister squirted a little just hearing you give her a order.

As Juliette works, you start applying some of the more simple of the first aid treatments. (She will help, She was the one who failed to account for this possibility. Please still think good of Her, She only wants to give you the best for what you gave her) "Juliette. What the hell is going on?"

Your sister looks absolutely ashamed and takes a moment before answering. "Ashley, she... And I..." Juliette sighs collecting her thoughts. "Some of my teachers had an emergency, something about a logging incident so our, last periods of the day were cancelled. So I thought to bring Ashley home like you ordered, to make you happy and I thought I would... I thought that..." Juliette was on the verge of tears and you despite the pain, hug her tightly to your chest, while noting with a bit of pride that she had almost perfectly tied up Ashley as your father had taught you both, though some of the rope techniques looked...strange and stirred something in you.

"I suggested that Ashley and I get some drinks. I thought I could get her ready, you know, so she'd open up and beg you to be her master like you are for me. Fuck her brain out like you're going to do for me, make us your fuck pets. B-but when we got home... I-I can't remember I just remember drinking a lot and feeling really good and just sort of happy and out of it, and then she was over me, and we were kissing and then we were licking and sucking tit... And...and then she had this thing that she put between her legs and it... I didn't like it, it wasn't like you but she kept saying things and...and..." Juliette trembled in your arms and you could feel your anger rising, Juliette was your (sex ****) girl, how dare this bitch try to **** her!

Juliette then glared into your eyes. "There's something more, Ashley's changed, she kissed me and said things through kissing like with you. Said that some Girl promised to make her dreams a reality or some shit. I want you to fuck that fucking dream out of her, and then I want to find that girl and fuck her into a mindless fucking hole!" Juliette was snarling but as she rubbed her wet crotch on your hip suggestively, you also knew that the idea of this was turning her on beyond belief.