Francis and Audrey are "kidnapped" by some strangers

Francis left the hotel with his wife in tow. He took a moment to appreciate the fresh sea air, then pulled Audrey out of the way of the crowd. It was late morning, and there were plenty of tourists from outside the Orphantown just checking out. Once the couple was standing off to the side, he looked her up and down.

Audrey was in a sun dress and sandals... One of her husband's favorite outfits, though she was looking a little disheveled at the moment. Her hair was all over the place, and the fine fabric of the dress clung to her sweaty skin. There was a dark patch on her lower thigh, where Francis had failed to wipe up all of their son's cum.

They smelled of sex, too, although neither noticed: Audrey had been exposed to enough of Jimmy's enhanced seed that it started to smell like perfume, and Francis's senses were dulled after spending all that time with his face buried somewhere between his wife's pussy and his son's ass.

"So, um... Where are we going, baby?" Audrey's voice was almost as shaky as her steps, though she was becoming more lucid by the moment. She leaned on her husband's arm for support, counting on the fact that he was in slightly better shape after their ordeal.

We're getting the fuck out of this hellhole, part of Francis screamed, but it was silenced. "Shopping. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry," he began, guiding his wife down the sidewalk. "And I guess it's our responsibility to keep Jimmy fed. Who knows what those **** are doing to his metabolism... He probably needs fluids, or electrolytes, or whatever. He's, uh... He's certainly expelling enough."

"...Mmm... Mhm..." Audrey shivered, and Francis was about to offer his jacket when he realized that it wasn't the cool sea breeze that was making her tremble.

"Oh, and--Well--Condoms," Francis finished firmly, putting an arm around his wife's shoulders. "I don't know if you heard me earlier, but I tried to tell you..."

A look of concern passed over Audrey's face. "What is it?"

"Those pills Jimmy's taking... I don't know if your birth control is going to hold up. It might--Well, um, I don't know how to say this..." He swallowed hard. "You might get pregnant. Jesus, you might be pregnant. We should probably get some Plan B, too."

Francis felt awkward enough explaining the situation to his wife, but his dismay only grew when he saw Audrey's reaction: she shivered again, and her hand began toying with the hem of her dress. "Oh... That's... Mmph..."

"Yeah," Francis sighed. "Come along, dear. I think I see a pharmacy."

"No Plan B," Audrey blurted out quickly, before blushing in embarrassment. "I mean, um, there's no need. We don't even know if I'm--And, um, isn't it Jimmy's choice what we put in our bodies? While we're here?"

"That's... Fine. You're right," Francis grumbled, clenching his teeth.

Back in the hotel room, Emily was rubbing her soapy body up and down her brother's back. She hummed softly all the while, tracing patterns up and down Jimmy's skin with her dainty fingers.

"God, that feels so good," he groaned, grasping her hand and giving it a squeeze. "You're the best. What happened to the bitch--Uh, bossy sister I had until... Shit, until yesterday?" He let out a chuckle. "Feels like longer."

"Sssh, don't worry about that now," Emily replied, talking more to herself than to her brother. "Just relax... I'm almost done. Would you like a massage, or...?"

"Man, I can't even choose... My whole brain feels fried. Those pills are something else," Jimmy chuckled, giving his barely-hard but still-swollen cock a few casual strokes. "I dunno, surprise me?"

Emily moved quickly enough to startle her sleepy brother. Dropping to her knees, she lined her face up with his ass, while her hands wrapped around to grab his shaft.

"Oh, shit--Damn!" His member sprung to life near-instantly, sending a squirt of pre-cum splattering against the side of the tub.

By the time the shower washed away that tiny splash, Emily had already gotten to work. She made out with her brother's ass with more passion than she'd ever shown any of her boyfriends... To say nothing of the treatment she was giving his genitals. One hand massaged his balls, while the other stroked him as fast as she could manage.

It wasn't quite as overwhelming as plowing his mom while his dad licked his nuts, but Jimmy was still having difficulty staying upright. Luckily, the shower had a sturdy handrail--Several, in fact: Jimmy was hardly the first resort guest to share a perverted shower with a family member.

Francis stood in the pharmacy, a box of condoms in each hand. He was having trouble picking one that would fit Jimmy. Despite spending hours getting intimately familiar with his son's newly-enhanced genitals, most of these brands and sizes were foreign to him.

Baseball Bat SXL sounds about right... Oh wait, Mod-Stoppers with Infertility Gel might be what we need, if--Ah, shit. Definitely not big enough. How about...

"Hey." Francis was startled as a deep, heavily-accented voice spoke up just behind him. "What a lovely couple. Locals, yes?"

He turned to see two men. The one who had spoken was around Francis's age but almost a foot taller, with dark hair and a carefully-trimmed beard. The other was younger, closer to Jimmy's age... His son, Francis soon realized. They both looked Hispanic, and were wearing matching Hawaiian shirts: the only difference in their outfits was that the boy was missing his shorts. As his hand stroked slowly up and down the length of his cock, his eyes were fixed on Audrey's ass.

The father cleared his throat, then repeated himself: "Locals? I do not see an OZID." He pointed to the pink pendant around his neck, then the blue pendant his son wore.

"Uh... Oh, shit. I forgot the damn IDs," Francis blurted out. "We're not Locals, we're... 'Betas,' I guess. Like you."

The man raised an eyebrow. "Then where is your Alpha?"

"Back at the hotel, with his... His..." Francis cringed as he pictured what Jimmy might be doing to his sister. "...Wait, why is it any of your business?"

"Your first time in an Orphantown, hmm?" He chuckled. "Did he give you his permission to wander around? Without your IDs, no less?"

"I--I don't--Why?" Francis glanced at the boy, who was still leering at his wife. Frowning, he stepped protectively in front of Audrey.

"You could get in a lot of trouble for forgetting your IDs," the man continued. "Without them, your Alpha cannot protect you. And if you are not out here on his orders, then... You and your lovely wife are Locals, more or less."

Francis gulped. "S-so?"

"So! My son and I are going to see a movie, and we need some company. He is enamored with your wife." He nudged the younger man with his elbow. "Say hello, Jaime."

"Huh? Oh... Hi," the boy mumbled, taking a few steps to the side in order to keep masturbating to the sight of Audrey's body.

"And I am Bruno," the man sighed. "As you can see, my son is very much in need of a... 'Confidence boost,' yes? Your wife will be the first woman he takes."

Jaime giggled with excitement, stroking his cock a little faster. "¡Ella es tan bella!"

"Come," Bruno said, gently grabbing Francis's arm. "Our movie starts soon. I am so very glad we stopped here for the snacks! A lucky find. What is your name, friend?"

"Francis... And this is Audrey--" As he turned to his wife, he saw that Jaime already had one arm around her waist. He bit his tongue as Jaime's hand wandered further south, copping a feel of her ass through the thin dress.

For her part, Audrey looked a little stunned. She hadn't done much more than stare since the father/son duo approached them... Partly because she was still in a bit of a stupor following her morning of pheromone-enhanced passion, and partly because she was as overwhelmed as her husband. But as the young man's hand cupped her ass, her eyes went wide.

"Oh... Um... Hello," she murmured, far more timidly than Francis expected. This was the woman who, on their very first date, full-on slapped a waiter for staring down her top. "J-Jaime, right?"

The boy smiled. "Mhm..." Slowly and hesitantly, he leaned in to plant a kiss on Audrey's cheek.

"Come on, Papo. We'll miss the previews--Ah, and we will need to get her changed into her outfit!"

With that Bruno strode confidently towards the door... And his son followed, hand still on Audrey's ass.

Francis had **** but to join them. He trailed behind, completely forgetting that he hadn't paid for the two boxes of condoms that he still carried.