The Clubhouse

1 Month Later

No one at school seemed to notice the disappearance of either Haley or Vivian. Odd, but Mark was certainly fine with this outcome.

In the meantime, Mark and Katie had turned the Bailey house into their private clubhouse. Since “acquiring” the property, their daily routine had become wonderfully predictable: survive school, then spend the afternoon thoroughly enjoying their collection of time frozen women.

Shortly after taking over, Mark decided to move his entire collection here so as to avoid questions from his family. A dedicated location away from prying eyes was better, and if he wanted to enjoy one overnight, he could bring them home as needed.

As far as his parents were concerned, Mark had gotten a part time job. With Katie’s recently booming photography business, and the former assets of some of the dolls, this was technically the truth.

“We’re home, ladies,” Mark announced with a grin one afternoon, as he entered the former home with Katie.

The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the gallery. Twelve naked frozen women stood or posed elegantly throughout the spacious room, their smooth skin gleaming softly under the light. Each waited silently for their owner to play with them again.

Mark began his almost ritualistic tour, savoring every sensation.

He started at the entrance with Haley Bailey. The blonde was posed as a welcoming statue: one hip cocked, hand on her hip, the other raised in a wave. Her breasts sat invitingly with the posture. Mark stepped close to his own time crush, feeling her silky skin as he cupped and squeezed her breasts. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her still mouth while he pressed his hardening cock against her smooth thigh.

“Thank you for the house, Haley,” he murmured against her mouth.

Haley maintained her expression, her mouth slightly parted as if mid-greeting, brown eyes wide and vacant, eyebrows softly raised. He slid two fingers into her pussy, feeling the tightness of her inner walls around him despite her total stillness. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers pumping filled the quiet room as her body wobbled gently on her heels.

Behind her, her sister Vivian was posed in a tight embrace, arms wrapped around Haley, chin on her shoulder. Mark reached around, his hands gliding over Vivian’s perky breasts and firm ass. Her skin felt slightly cooler to the touch but still incredibly smooth. He kissed her, savoring the soft give of her lips, her blue eyes wide and dreamy, while adjusting her hands so she was groping Haley’s breasts from behind.

In the center of the room, Jacqueline Fagin was bent over the back of the couch, ass high and legs spread wide. Approaching the former criminal, Mark slapped her ass, the loud smack echoing through the room as the soft flesh rippled beautifully. Gripping her wide hips, he thrust deep into her slick, welcoming pussy. The wet, obscene squelching sounds accompanied every powerful stroke as her breasts swayed pendulously beneath her. Her face was locked in a sultry “O” — mouth open, eyes half-lidded with a sense of vacancy in them.

“Jackie, you criminal MILF… your hidden stash was the jackpot,” he groaned, the slap of his hips against her ass growing louder.

Katie had already stripped, her own arousal filling the air. She straddled Jane Dawkins’ face, grinding her wet pussy against the brunette’s confused expression, the frozen girl’s thin lips parted uncertainly, eyebrows furrowed.

“Look at this confused little thief,” Katie laughed. “Still wondering what happened, Jane?”

Jane continued to simply stare blankly ahead. The wet sounds of Katie’s slick folds sliding over Jane’s still mouth mixed with her moans. Nearby, Claire Davis knelt with a defiant, surprised look, her full lips pursed, one eyebrow cocked. Katie fingered her deeply, drawing out obscene squelching noises from the dark-skinned girl’s pussy.

Mark continued his tour, the air growing thicker with the scent of sex. Phoebe Page was posed near the window in a sensual pin-up stance, her hands in her blonde hair, one leg bent. Her face was frozen in exaggerated pleasure: mouth open, eyes half-closed in bliss, making up an ahegao expression.

He picked the frozen girl up and bent Phoebe over an armchair. The wet sounds of her firm ass rippling under his hands made him groan with pleasure.

“Still my favorite blonde,” he panted into Phoebe’s unhearing ear.

He then turned his full attention to Gabriella Borbón and Dawn Chavez, locked in a 69 position on the main couch. Gabriella was on the bottom, her face buried between Dawn’s tan thighs, while Dawn’s face was pressed right against Gabriella’s smooth, puffy pussy lips.

Gabriella’s bored, indifferent expression, her lips slightly parted in a neutral, almost sleepy look, her dark eyes starred blankly upward. In contrast, Dawn’s face had a hesitant surprised look: her supple lips pursed, dark eyes wide, eyebrows raised.

Mark groaned at the sight. The combined scent of their two wet Latina pussies was thick and intoxicating. He buried his face in them, licking Gabriella’s clit and tongue-fucking her hole while slamming two fingers deep into Dawn’s tight cunt. Katie joined in, sucking hard on Gabriella’s nipples. Mark then straightened up and drove his rock-hard cock straight into Dawn’s frozen pussy from behind, fucking her with long, deep strokes while his balls slapped against her.

After several minuets of this, he switched holes, pulling out of Dawn and plunging into Gabriella’s cunt, pounding her while Katie licked and fingered the other girl. Both frozen best friends remained perfectly still, their contrasting bored and surprised faces inches from each other’s dripping cunts as Mark and Katie used them like the living sex toys that they were.

After thoroughly wrecking the Latina pair, Mark moved to Rae Tucker and Emily Mackenzie on the loveseat. Rae sat with her legs spread wide, Emily straddling her lap facing her, their big tits smashed together and mouths inches apart.

Rae’s mischievous smirk was frozen on her face, her lips curved playfully. Emily’s innocent, curious expression, her lips parted as if asking a question, eyes wide, made them look like the perfect slutty best-friend duo.

Mark slid his throbbing cock between their pressed-together tits for a long, slippery titfuck, smearing precum all over their soft flesh. He alternated thrusting into their mouths, first fucking Rae’s smirking throat until it bulged, then switching to Emily’s questioning one, making obscene gagging and slurping sounds.

Katie helped by fingering both of their soaked pussies from behind. Eventually Mark pulled Emily forward, lined up his cock, and sank balls-deep into her tight cunt while she remained straddling Rae. He fucked her hard, their tits rubbing together with every thrust, their playful and curious frozen faces staring blankly at each other.

Mark then moved to the corner where Delilah Knox knelt regally on her knees like an expensive ornament. The former private investigator was posed with perfect posture, her back straight, shoulders back, hands resting on her thighs, and her mouth stretched wide open in an inviting “O.” Her green eyes stared forward with a focused, almost stern look, eyebrows slightly furrowed as if she were still trying to piece together a mystery even in permanent stillness. Her red hair was pulled back tightly, accentuating her mature, elegant features.

Mark groaned at the sight. He stepped right up to the kneeling redhead, gripping her hair firmly with both hands, and fed his cock straight into her open mouth. Her throat welcomed him as he pushed deeper, feeling her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft. He began face-fucking her with long, deliberate strokes.

“Still playing detective even like this, huh Delilah?” he taunted, slamming harder into her throat.

Her expression never changed. those intense green eyes stared straight ahead, furrowed brow unchanging as her head bobbed mechanically from the **** of his thrusts. He held her head down, burying himself balls-deep until her nose pressed against his pelvis, savoring the tight constriction around his shaft before pulling back and repeating the deepthroat ****. Katie watched with a smirk, occasionally slapping Delilah’s tits while Mark used her throat.

Finally, he turned to Rose Fagin, who stood obediently beside her mother. The petite brunette was posed more delicately: one hand resting on Jacqueline’s bent back, the other brushing imaginary hair from her soft face. Her body was slim and perky, with small, firm tits, a narrow waist, and smooth, youthful skin. Her face was frozen in a soft, nervous expression, her lips gently parted, her brown eyes filled with innocent hesitation that made her look ****.

Mark approached her gently but possessively. He kissed her on her mouth deeply, tasting her soft lips while his hands roamed over her petite frame. He squeezed her small tits, pinching her sensitive nipples until they stood erect, then slid a hand between her thighs to rub her smooth, tight pussy.

“You’re such a sweet little thing, Rose,” he murmured against her frozen lips. He turned her slightly so she faced her mother’s bent-over form, then positioned himself behind the petite teen. Spreading her legs, he rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit before slowly pushing inside her incredibly tight teenage cunt.

Rose’s expression remained unchanged as he sank deeper, groaning at how her frozen walls gripped him. He fucked her with steady, deep strokes, one hand reaching around to grope her small breasts while the other held her hip. He occasionally turned her head to kiss her face while thrusting harder, making her petite body jolt against her mother’s.

For the next two hours, the house was alive with sensory overload: the constant wet slapping of skin, Mark and Katie’s loud moans and gasps, the heavy scent of sweat and cum, the visual feast of twelve perfect, glistening bodies being used.

At one point, he lined up the three blondes — Haley, Vivian, and Phoebe, bending each over the couch and fucked each in turn in quick succession with Katie on the other end, their bodies jolting with every thrust while their faces remained frozen in the same expression.

He finally came deep inside Haley with a guttural groan, then pulled out and painted Vivian’s face and breasts with thick ropes of cum. Katie came repeatedly, her juices coating several of the girls’ faces and bodies.

Exhausted and satisfied, they collapsed onto the sectional, skin slick with sweat, surrounded by their twelve cum-streaked, motionless dolls still locked in their lewd poses and distinctive facial expressions.

Katie, catching her breath, traced a finger down Mark’s chest. “So… about prom.”

Mark smiled lazily. “Yeah?”

“We should go,” she said. “Make an appearance, take pictures, dance a little. Then, once the night is going strong… we freeze time and go shopping. The entire prom becomes our private catalog. We can walk the frozen dance floor, inspect every cute girl up close feel them up, pose them, strip them if we want — and choose who we’re bringing home permanently to add to the collection.”

Mark’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Browsing the stock…”

“Exactly,” Katie purred, reaching over to lazily stroke Haley’s cum-leaking thigh. “Prom night is going to be our biggest haul yet.”

Mark looked around at his twelve perfect, naked dolls and grinned.

“Best decision we ever made.”