Ro3: Reallization

Shannon’s heart was thumping hard within her chest. She was jittery with excitement and anticipation. She knew. She really knew that there were far more important things that she really really needed to be doing at the moment. But that wasn’t stopping her from following Taylor’s jauntily swinging ass up to her bedroom. Interestingly, the Asian girl went to Shannon’s bedroom without hesitation as if she knew exactly where it was.

Once inside and the door closed behind them, Taylor turned to Shannon with a smirk, her eyes rather openly appreciating the way her horse cock was lifting up her skirt. Shannon blushed and stepped past her to the bed, not used to anyone looking at her endowment, let alone like that. She really shouldn’t be doing this… Sitting down on the bed caused her fully erect member to throw off her concealing skirt and she caught it before it could smack her chin. She shifted, spreading her thighs and relieved at the way her ball sack rested upon the bed, no longer pulling upon her pelvis with its great weight. Shannon cringed a bit as she noticed Taylor watching but there was no shock, no disgust, and no horror upon the beauty’s face. Only admiration…desire, the kind of expression Shannon fantasized women would have in this situation.

Shannon was nervous despite the power the ring gave her, not sure what to say to this beautiful haughty girl she’d only just met as she sat here totally exposed.

Taylor took Shannon’s silence as expectation and she moved forward and knelt between the horse-cocked girl’s legs. She ran her fine fingered hands along the sides of the thick mottled prick with a light teasing touch before pressing forward and running her tongue along one of the fat meandering veins, turning her head to the side so that she could look into Shannon’s eyes past the mass of her endowment.

Shannon hissed at the heady yet shocking sensation of another’s tactile contact upon her cock, the long desired event a far cry from her imagination. Taylor’s efforts weren’t the hesitant cautious attempts of a girl startled at the freakish genitals before her, no the girl was moving with the confidence and expertise of one long familiar with the member before her and the act she was performing. As Shannon leaned back and grasped the blanket within clutching fingers, with the ease of long practice Taylor guided the unwieldy schlong to the hollow of her throat, resting it just above her clavicle. She nuzzled its flank with her cheek and ear as she brought the lengths of her arms into play, pressing them against its sides and jerking it softly, slowly, sensually as she watched her mistress’s face.

Several very pleasurable minutes passed before Shannon became somewhat used to this level of stimulation. Unlike many, Shannon’s bright mind did not retreat as her baser instincts were satisfied and soon she found her curiosity demanding attention.

“Taylor?”

“Yes, mistress?”

“Why are you my sex ****?”

Taylor’s ministrations paused for a moment as an expression of confusion spread across her pretty features, “Why am I your sex ****? Or why am I a sex **** in general?”

“Either…both…”

“Gee… I don’t know. I mean I’ve always wanted this type of relationship. I’m a sub. It’s hot. Why you: ‘Cause you’re my perfect mistress. You know exactly what I need. Plus ya know… the enormous dick, right?”

“How long have we had this relationship?”

“Um… I guess about a year and a half.”

“How’d it start?”

“Uh… we were matched on Subs’nDoms.” Some sort of online matchmaking service for this sort of thing… Frankly, Shannon was amazed at the complexity of the change that the ring had made. It hadn’t just **** Taylor into acting as Shannon’s sex **** against her will. It had actually changed the girl’s personality and memories. It had created a history to support the change. Shannon wondered at the depth of that history…

“Um….Taylor, do you know uh… why you’re a submissive?”

A knowing smile spread across the girl’s face, “Oh I see… you really like hearing about that don’t you? Well, my parents are big into corporal punishment. All of us girls get spanked but um…it’s a bit more involved process than the usual for that sort of thing. When one of us does something bad, the whole family is called into the living room. We have to take down our pants or skirts in front of everybody. Panties stay on until were over the lap. The person doing the spanking takes those down when they’re ready. Sometimes its dad. But he mostly has my mom do it while he watches. Sometimes he has us girls do each other or even my brother. Anyway, lot of humiliation, dominance games like that, and my cooch getting all randy every time and wham bam you get a horny little sex **** like me!”

Shannon was somewhat horrified and even more aroused by Taylor’s explanation. For a split second, she actually thought she’d transformed the girl’s family dynamics in such a terribly perverted way but soon remembered that it was only Taylor’s memories that had been affected. With this realization came the rationalization that she was going to fix it all with Taylor’s third change and she relaxed a bit and was able to appreciate just how hot Taylor’s story had been.

There was silence in the room, but for the wet sound of the Asian’s tongue slathering up and down Shannon’s shaft as her hands cupped her pendulous testicles, squeezing them firmly in a way that had Shannon arching her back and moaning despite herself. Suddenly, answering an urgent sexual whim Shannon captured her cock wrapping it with both arms and pulling it to herself and out of Taylor’s grasp. She really wanted to see what was underneath those clothes, “Strip.” A giddy thrill shot through her as she watched Taylor settle back upon her knees and simply nod, whispering, “Yes, mistress.”

The girl languidly stood up, sensually rolling her shoulders and slipping her jacket off as she did so. Her firm c-cups outthrust as she stood with her hip cocked sexily to the side, she reached down to her navel and pulled the tank top over her head revealing a quarter cup leopard print bra. With a small smile at the way Shannon was slowly jerking herself off, Taylor spun to wave her tight ass in Shannon’s direction. Shannon noticed the top half of an elaborate tramp stamp and was soon shown the whole thing as Taylor wiggled out of her shorts. Her eyes traced the lovely curves of her ass clad in a black T-string thong before returning to the tattoo. It was made up of swirls and looping curves in mainly shades of blue, predominantly turquoise (Shannon’s favorite color). Directly in its center was a stylized ‘S’. Shannon had a sneaking suspicion that that particular tramp stamp either hadn’t existed fifteen minutes ago or had looked quite different.

As Taylor was unsnapping her bra, Shannon was still appreciating her perfect posterior. Her eyes were soon drawn to its one blemish and her breath hitched as she realized it was another ‘S’. But this one wasn’t a tattoo, instead it looked like someone had branded the girl’s right ass cheek. Once again Shannon felt a bit over her head at the evidence of just how through the ring’s changes were even as her stomach fluttered in arousal at the idea that this girl had the first letter of her name burned into her ass, so strong was her devotion.

Taylor turned around, cupping her pert breasts capped with puffy pink nipples. Then her hands slid down her flat stomach to hitch her fingers in the sides of her thong. Shannon’s eyes followed the movement before they were completely captured by the girl’s vaginal area, particularly the fact that the front of her panties were bulging outward. As the garment was pulled down, the thick end of a black dildo was revealed, splitting apart the sides of Taylor’s pussy outrageously. With her panties around her thighs, Taylor grasped the end of it and started to pull slowly as her eyes remained glued to Shannon’s. With a wet slurp the massive sex toy came free, long strands of arousal running between its bulbous tip and her pussy lips before they fell away. It was only ten or so inches but Shannon was again amazed at the lengths this girl had gone. Her pussy was distended, hanging open and revealing her inner pink, testament to how long the thick object had been inside.

Shannon’s hands squeezed as she slid them back from her tip, and her cock vomited a load of pre cum into the air. Fuck! That was hot…. An image of Jessica going to similar lengths to prepare herself for Shannon’s cock and suddenly her orgasm came boiling out of her balls, completely uncontrollable and she fell back, grunting and groaning. Her hands urgently jerked her length to heighten the pleasure as her tip exploded with a geyser of hot horse cum. Her relatively small hips bounced and jerked as wave after wave of pleasure crashed across her body. Load after load of horsey jizz shot into the air, first spraying and covering Taylor’s body before shooting straight up and drenching Shannon. Even as she enjoyed her climax, some part of Shannon was touched with shame at how quickly she’d cum. But she couldn’t help it. This was the hottest situation she’d ever been in and the arousal had been too much.

Several minutes later, when her prodigious orgasm was over and she was somewhat collected, Shannon became aware of Taylor’s tongue upon her cock. Pushing herself up, she looked down to see her member completely flaccid, fully retreated back up into her prepuce. Taylor’s fingers were gently holding her sheath open as her tongue carefully bathed the inside. The Asian paused her efforts, “You came so quick! It was like our first time! And I got you off last night on the phone too!” There was a petulant whine in Taylor’s voice and Shannon flushed. She wouldn’t be getting it up again for another day or so. She might have big balls but that didn’t do anything for her refractory period, just meant she shot one ridiculously messy load. It was rather obvious that Taylor had been hoping for a fuck and Shannon was sad that she’d missed the chance to work almost half her dick into the girl’s pussy. Sharon had fucked four girls in less than two hours… How? She’d used the ring…

Shannon held up the Ring of Three. No. Damn it, she was not going to waste a transformation on something so juvenile. Honestly, this was a good thing. With her hormones taken care of so quickly, she could now focus on the important things. Like empowering Taylor to fight Nepea’s magical abilities. Still, she needed to know just how loyal Taylor was….

She watched Taylor clean her genitals silently. The girl seemed to enjoy the task though Shannon supposed that was expected given that she now truly was Sharon’s sex ****. That’s how Cleeia- huh? That’s how Jim had explained the ring’s power. The words spoken about a person became true for that person. The trouble was words had different meanings…different contexts. There was the word **** and the phrase sex ****. One suggested totality while the other well… it was generally simply a sexual fantasy, a role one put on when enjoying sex but put aside when they returned to their everyday life. The whole finding each other through a matching service and Taylor’s general attitude suggested the ladder while the tattoo and the brand the former.

“Taylor?”

A muffled questioning noise drifted up as the girl’s face was currently nestled within Shannon’s fat wrinkled gonads, “What would you do for me?”

Taylor slowly appeared, Shannon’s sheath slipping off her messy hair. Taylor’s normally flippant tone was absent as she breathlessly replied, “Anything.”

Shannon was impressed though she imagined this sort of talk could be a form of foreplay for Taylor. So she went for broke, “Would you kill for me?”

No hesitation. “Yes.”

Shannon was somewhat horrified by that response, not quite believing it even as her pragmatic side nodded in satisfaction. Taylor would be reset back to yesterday’s memories. None of this would matter. Shannon needed to be ruthless if she wanted to protect her family from Nepea. She needed to be Sun Tzu and Machiavelli. She couldn’t afford to be Oprah and Nancy Grace. Still she needed to be sure.

She cocked her head, “What are your goals? Were you going to college? Going to get married? None of that seems congruent with being a sex ****…”

Taylor looked confused probably because Shannon should know all this already but she answered anyway, “I’ve applied to Roosevelt too. If I don’t get in, then I don’t want to go to college. I’ll just move in with you. If I get in, then I’m going to get a good job so I can support you completely. Um…” It was the Asian’s time to flush but she didn’t look away, “I want to marry you.” She was silent as she seemed to beg with her eyes, “But I don’t care if you marry Jessica or whoever just so long as I’m still yours…”

Oh god. Shannon stared in shock. She had no doubt about the sincerity of Taylor’s words. None at all. Fuck. What was this ring?! How could it do this to a person?! This was insane. Somehow this- This complete re-write of a person’s personality and memories, this complete change of who a person hit home for Shannon far more than the body transformations. Even as she quailed at what she’d done, her pragmatic side once again signaled satisfaction with their weapon’s loyalty while her libido registered its approval at the thought of another person completely bound to her arousal.

Shannon snorted as a bizarre thought entered her head. Honestly, she could probably point it at someone and say ‘obedient Angelina Jolie’ and the damned thing would turn a person into the actress! Shit. That meant fictional characters were probably open too. Huh…

Taylor shrugged her shoulders, a bit disappointed that her mistress hadn’t really reacted to her confession about marriage.

She recognized the look in Shannon’s eyes. Shannon was really really smart. It was one of the myriad reasons why Taylor was her sex ****. It would be pretty damn stupid to give up all her freedom to a bloody morn. But it was easy for Shannon to lose herself in her train of thought, bouncing from one idea to the next and forget about reality for the moment. Which was fine. Taylor liked getting some alone time with Bronco. She giggled a bit. She had a black horse’s head tattooed on her shoulder with Bronco’s name under it.

She enjoyed telling everyone all about her beloved horse. It amused her to no end that none ever realized she was talking about Shannon’s big beautiful cock.

Rick Harris awoke with a start. He was on a table, tied down. Naked. What the fuck?!

His last memories were of a really beautiful blonde and Mrs. McCormick’s asshole around his dick. Fuck. He had to be going insane. Oh look…hot naked chick hanging from ceiling. Yep. He was absolutely bonkers. He idly pulled at his bonds as he turned his head a bit, taking in the girl’s exposed slit. Bad situation, surely. But he might as well enjoy what he could. Shit, her thighs were shiny with moisture… Honestly, he was surprised he had any interest in the opposite sex at all after assuredly every iota of manly hormone had been milked out of him by Mrs. McCormick’s insatiable anal passage.

He suddenly became aware of a rather uncomfortable sensation around his dick. He lifted his head but couldn’t see anything. A plastic clip like those used to close an opened bag of chips is what his imagination came up with for the clamping sensation he felt about both his shaft and balls. Seriously. What the fuckity fuck fuck?

There was a creaking sound and Rick looked up to see the naked girl craning her neck to look down at him. She looked vaguely like Megan Fox, though Rick had never seen the actress quite so disheveled. And wait-what was that smell? Hell, Rick hoped he hadn’t pissed himself. Didn’t feel wet. That would be the perfect introduction to new hot girl…

“So yea, dude. We be fucked. You’ve been possessed by Sean Connery voice guy and uh yea… she put a metal Chinese finger trap on your junk.” There was something oddly familiar about the way she spoke.

“Sean Connery voice guy?” asked Rick, trying really hard not to think about her finger trap comment or the fact that while it looked to be difficult for her to see his face, her position made it pretty simple for her to gaze at his… package.

“Oh yea. They mostly spoke in gibberish but wooh did he seem pissed. They started speaking English eventually. The bitch-goddess wanted to piss him off more, I think. Anyway, apparently one of the twins is a ‘catalyst’ for something-I’m thinking apocalypse. She thought it was Sharon but uh Sean got’er thinking it might be Shannon so yea wrong one means uh no apocalypse or maybe a different kind. That being a kind that bitch-goddess doesn’t want.”

Rick stared up at the girl, completely and utterly confused before he suddenly realized with utter clarity who she was. “Jim?” Only Rick’s best friend could be this fucking annoying in this situation. “Why the fuck are you a woman?!”

It was decidedly odd to see one of Jim’s scathing expressions upon those sexy features, “Uh yea. Seriously, dude. You need to get with the program. I got turned into a chick. Old news. I’d worry about that scarab thing on your dick if I were you. Looks like one of the ones from The Mummy. Shit. Your junk would be the first thing to go…” Rick sighed, recognizing Jim’s false bravado. Jim was scared. Fuck, Rick was scared. “Shut up! What the fuck is going on?” He inwardly cringed as a memory of checking out Jim’s cunt suddenly popped into his head. Fuck!

Jim was about halfway through her explanation when the shadows around the sides of the room parted. Yes, to Rick’s fascination and no small amount of horror, the thick milky darkness that had ringed his table actually melted away around the voluptuous yet athletic form of Nepea. She was utterly naked save for the pounds of gold adorning her body and the lines of blood swirling upon her skin. She jingled with her every step. Rick’s dick instantly started to swell only to retreat swiftly as the discomfort around it swiftly became sharp pain. Her lilting voice was amused, “Is Cleeia filling your head with suspicions? Your fate is not so dire. After all, you’ve not tried to **** me without provocation, have you dear?”

Rick was finding it hard to think with the way Nepea’s bountiful breasts were resting on his torso as she leaned over him. “Cleeia?”

She looked up at Jim’s dangling form with her chin resting upon her palm as the arm in question pressed into Rick’s stomach, “Yes. Cleeia. She’ll find things will become much more pleasant once she accepts her true name, hmm?”

Rick honestly expected his friend to shout something stupid in response but Jim was uncharacteristically quiet. She was no longer craning her neck to look this way either. “So then since I didn’t attack you, I can go free then?” That was the first step. He could rescue Cleeia-er Jim later.

Nepea pulled back, teasing her long thick nipple with a finger tip as she thought. The chain running from it to the other nipple jingled in response. “Yes. I don’t see why not. But you’ll do a favor for me, won’t you?”

“Of course!” Anything to get away…

“Excellent.” She pinched one of her necklaces between two fingers. Somehow this caused it to become undone around the back of her neck and she pulled the long strand of gold and silver discs out to hang over Rick’s chest. With her free hand she tapped it in four places along its length and each time a segment fell away to pool upon his naked body. She rested a hand on his thigh causing an answering burst of pain in his crotch as his loins reacted, “Now. Please place each of those chains before every entrance to the house. Just lay them down parallel to each barrier. That’s it!”

“No problem. Um… what about the uh… thing you’ve got on me down there?”

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, “What about it?”

“Um…could you remove it? It kind of hurts.”

“Non…non… That wouldn’t be good at all. Then Puck would run free! That would be unfortunate for my plans and quite….terminal for you. And I don’t want that.” Her voice was completely pleasant which made it all the more frightening. Rick swallowed his saliva. Great. Just great. That would be Sean Connery voice guy. Whatever. Whatever. Let’s just get out of here!

“Yea, Okay. So.. are you going to free me? I can’t go anywhere like this?”

“Like what?”

Rick blinked. His hands and feet were inexplicably no longer tied down. He sat up, catching the chains as they slid down his stomach. He grimaced as took in the golden scarab sitting atop his flaccid member; its metal legs reaching down to firmly squeeze his testicles against his shaft. It had two green jewels for eyes. Honestly, the thing looked like a priceless ancient artifact and if it weren’t for the fact it had his package in a stranglehold, he’d be beside himself to have it. Seriously, thousands of dollars was currently on his dick at the moment. Finally, he looked around and didn’t see… “Um… my clothes?”

Nepea smiled, “You weren’t wearing any. I wouldn’t worry about it. Many spirits have been imbibed by this point. I’m sure all the young women will think you a stripper hired for the event. A soft… poorly endowed one but… beggars can’t be choosers as they say…”

Rick’s stomach dropped but a glance around confirmed that the almost living shadows were still there. A look over his shoulder showed that the staircase to the rest of the house was currently revealed. Whatever. Naked surrounded by all the girls from school was a slightly less bad choice at the moment.