The rest of the Weekend

Freddie sipped his drink and watched asnhis Golden Trophy circled the pool, walking up to every man seated on a bench and offering herself. Most just skullfucked her, but there were those who had her use her giant juggs. Others actually did fuck her.

He was looking forward to the coming week. Jerry had been talking his ear off about all the fucked up things happening at his office  ecause of Daphne, the next batch of Chokers would be getting finished and his daughter would be coming to visit.

Slowly, he stroked his cock as he thought of sending his new wife to welcome his daughter. They'd not gotten along when they met at the wedding, but he was sure his baby girl would enjoy the new and improved Daphne.

Collar her!

The thought came out of nowhere. Collar his daughter? It was true, one of the new Chokers was for his daughter
For her to use on her Mother, his Ex. But... the chance to be one cock she ever takes, or to be the one who rewrites her completely... just... it is very tempting.

His Golden Trophy arrived just in time to swallow his load. He told her to cum while she did l, then pulled her onto his lap to fuck her while making her cum each time he hilted himself deep inside her.

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In the home of Daphne and Velma's work colleague Molly, she'd woken to find all her holes leaking cum, and almost her entire wardrobe empty. Attempting to cover her naked body, she ventured downstairs, to find her six sons fucking their drooling, barely conscious sister.

They slapped her hands away everything she tried to co er herself and the whole day was being passed between her sons. The only respites were when she had to cook for them, or when her amd her daughter were told to eat each other out until they were summoned.

Molly had never expected to become so intimately knowledgeable about her daughter's pussy, but she only seemed interested in getting pumped full of cum.

"Dad's seen the footage of you in the Simulated Office Mum. He's moved out." Molly gasps, then chokes as one ofnher son's takes her open mouth as an invitation to use her throat as a cocksleeve. "So we're in charge now. You're going to do what we say, spread your legs whenever we want, and for whoever we want." Another of her sons started fucking her ass.

And none of them used a condom.

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In Freddie's office, Ms. Hitomi read up on what her Boss had done to his wife, her past rival for a job Daphne had ultimately gotten, putting the Asian woman on the path that led her to this moment.

Ha, she laughed to herself and lifted her giant OO Cup Melons before letting them fall on the desk. She was still bigger than Master Freddie's Golden Trophy. She opened the toolbar on Freddie's computer and found the text logs between him and his daughter. Subtly, she amended them. Adding subtext that never before existed. Manipulating the pictures so his daughter looked like she was cockteasing.

When she comes to visit her Daddy, her life of being a Dominant Lesbian will be over.

There was a time when she would never do this. Then Daphne Blaketon cockteased her way into a job and Hitomi ended up working for Freddie. The physical alterations were her choice, she tells herself. They were "rewards" she gave herself after taking over the Secretary and Sexretary Departments, fusing them, and turning it into an in-house Brothel with her as the Madam.

She gently brushes the tattoo on the back of her neck. A magical brand of control that Freddie had studied in order to create the Chokers.

Magic was fiddly, chaotic. He had wanted something more stable and user-friendly thaybhe could use, sell, and hand out to friends.

"You're my big-titted Asian slut, and you will help me and my friends fuck more sluts!"

Only one command versus the ability to add and amend through a control device? A clear improvement. It also meant that while Hitomi knew what had happened, her worldview was different now, it aligned with what she had been told she was.

But, while she couldn't, wouldn't be able to think of a way to fix herself, she doesn't see herself as broken or abused, she could still expand from that command in ways Freddie didn't anticipate.

Such as her subtly altering his view of his daughter tonthe point he'll turn her into his next cumdump.

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Velma was woken up from her recovery from her augmentations in her room at Jerry's. She was in the room next to his. Really, her new home was formerly a walk-in closet, and some of Jerry's clothes were still hung up near where Velma slept. And to leave, she had to go through Jerry's room tonget out.

The one walking her was a woman, grinding her pussy on Velma's face.

"Fucking bitch, you think my husband moving you in here and paying for your tits makes you important?" Jerry's wife? Whoever she was, she was aggressively fucking herself using Velma's face as her personal sextoy.

Jennifer Dinkley didn't like anyone calling her Jenny or Jen. She was a tall woman of African descent with dark, almost literally black skin. She'd always known her pervert of a husband liked exotic women, and it had been what she'd used to win against the other women after his attention.

His marriage had helped her stay in the country and from there grow her own business and connections back home and in her new home. She knew her Jerry would fuck other women when she started working further away for longer.

This new trollop literally sleeping in her husband's cupboard was a new one. But at least she mhnn! knew how to pleasure her pussy. Maybe she'll let him keep this one. Provided she got to use her as she liked.