The hyper dominatrix Ava

(First of all, no mater how futa you want to follow the end of the history doesn't going to change**, second, the story isn't have differents girls for each desition you made, you just going to know her in differents time and places, and third, when i run out of creativity i will do differents online surveys where you can create a girl for the harem's, i will read ALL of your ideas, choosing at least 6 and make another survey for you to decide who girl the audience want in the story, with all this explained lest go to the story)**

It's been two hours since her sons went to their respective schools and almost 1 hour since Lina and her mother regained consciousness, while Lina left the house for her work as a teacher (as you heard) Susan and Ava went to her room to discuss the bet she and her daughters are part of, although at first her wife doubted the nature of this in the end she decided to accept because she knew that while her stomach kept getting bigger her stamina diminished in the end she needed extra help when it came to her husband's sexual needs, besides, she always wanted to have friends who understood her perfectly, and that better way to understand her than to be fucked , dominated and get pregnant by the same woman and her two large and insatiable cocks.

When she got the green light from his wife Ava immediately dressed in a shirt and trousers to getout, it should be noted that having her two fully erect limbs made her put them under his shirt to try to hide it, Despite his attempts, she still saw the 2 silhouettes of his trunks threatening to split her garment in half, he warns his wife that he would not arrive until 6 pm and with her personal sports car starts driving out of her huge mansion, crossing the gates of her estate folds into the city as she thinks where he could find his harem's first personal pet.

Ava wasn't very picky, but if you took her and her daughters and put 3 different pussies in front of each probably the twins would pick the first one they saw, but she wouldn't, she would take her time thinking which of those holes could give her greater long-term satisfaction, after all she wasn't called "The trainer" in her student days for nothing

With that in mind, she began to think of all the variables, in the end she thought that it was best to use the time of the bet in her favor, prioritizing first to obtain great challenges while leaving for the end personalities who could better complement her personal group of whores and with that in mind decided that the best place to start was in the **** shop.

That's right, one of Claire's desires was for slavery to exist, but clearly changing some things like that it didn't matter the minimum care of this or that they do things that have a high chance of ****

But you'll probably think "aren't **** shops known for trading with people who are most likely dead inside?" well, Claire also thought about it so she decided to create a tiny little thing called "Mental **** Examination" or commonly known MDT, the MDT is an exam which is applied to slaves, assassins, spies among others using a special version of the device "Bitch breaker" created by "Phallus industries" which is Ava's family company..

Bitch breaker is a small headband tied to a gag which is used on a person's head, the unfortunate who uses it receives electric shocks that have as their main function to stimulate the erogenous zones of the user as well as make it more susceptible to their own fetishes so that it has a complete immersion to submission by means of fetishes, but despite sounding as if it violates the personality of the individual, it doesn't really have any kind of negative effect against its user, since after 30 minutes of having used the Bitch breaker its effects disappear without leaving any kind of sequels, leaving only the experience of the device as if it were a simple dream very lived

Instead, the specialized version used in MTD modifies downloads to attack certain parts of the brain by letting it react in different ways and being registered on a computer, thanks to this you can discover things like the real name of the person, secrets they hide, their own personality, desires or in the special case of prisoners and slaves, know if their consciousness is intact, damaged or even "dead"

Those examined who have an intact or slightly modified conscience are discharged and taken to the **** shop for marketing, those damaged or on the brink of collapse are immediately taken to a rehabilitation centre where with more specialized products, including some modified from Phallus industries, they are treated, where with a rate of 100% of cases are cured and taken to the **** shop, but placed in a special section because although they have already been healed they will always have a very fickle mental health, making it very easy to re-damage their consciousness even by themselves, while "dead" people are transferred to the nearest adult store, where they are put in the living toy aisle , these people usually act as animals that are always in heat, forcing people who have an agreement where they take responsibility for all the offspring she engenders.

After 15 minutes of driving past areas which Ava is likely to return to find more bitches to train finally arrives at the city's most famous **** shop for its great variety and exoticity of its products, exits its sports car and heads to the large glamorous building the size of a skyscraper, upon entering through the automated doors is welcomed by a 2-row of at least 20 womans, mans, sissys, between others, bowing it while wearing outfits that leave nothing to the imagination by causing Ava's sexual members to grow up enough for the tips covered in their extensive foreskin to stick around the neck of their 5XL shirt and threaten to destroy it in that very instant

"Welcome Miss Overfield, what kind of affairs makes you come to our humble tent?" Asked a 6-foot-tall African-American woman who wears a sexy secretary's outfit which tightens around her flaccid male organ of at least 11 inches, if Ava had to guess she'd probably own this establishment

"Hey hello, who are you and how do you know my last name? "Ava asks, after all, a woman you barely met no more than 20 seconds ago knows your last name is a strange thing." Oh, I forget to introduce myself, my name is Ray Summers and I’m the owner of this humble **** trafficking establishment, and I know her last name because without her idea of legalizing the **** trade around the world this building that I'm proud of along with my entire collection of personal fags would be a simple wet dream of mine," replied the owner now known as Miss Summers

Hearing Ray's statement, Ava recalled the fact that nearly 14 years ago she was the creator and principal driver of the now accepted law of slavery "True, I had forgotten that, sorry to question you, I must have assumed the fact that you knew me for that, uhm, I came here with the idea of finding some **** for my personal use"said Ava as she scratched her red cheek because of the shame of not remembering that important part of her life

"You don't need to apologize for it, anyway, follow me around, before proceeding to the selection and acquisition of the **** we must do a little mandatory attitude test to determine if you fit to have a ****," Ray said as she turned around and walked to the door behind the reception moving her hips seductively, thrilling Ava a little bit that follows her right behind until she reaches a small room with imported furniture , the two sit opposite each other with Ava almost breaking the family couch due to all the weight of pure muscle mass

After 15 minutes of questions and answers to find out if Ava was qualified to have a ****, they leave the room and return to the front desk, Ray goes behind the desk and turns on two Tablets that were inside a drawer, while writing something in one she asks "Miss Overfield, do you have any kind of preference over the **** you want to acquire?, if is take this” It says while handing her one of the Tablets with an app to filter slaves by physical, mental or other characteristics.