There's a commotion in the cellar

You heard a male scream from the basement and ran to the stairwell since that seemed like the most immediate issue which youbcould address. When you arrived, you saw your uncle dragging a man out the door like a wounded soldier and your friend Blaine backing up the stairs carrying a riot shield. Since he was a rookie cop he must have "requisitioned" the armor from the station at some point. You saw lovely manicured talons trying to rip the plexiglass armor from his hands before he kicked the door closed and locked it.

"Why'd you pull me out of there?" The man on the ground asked, "I was about to score with an eighteen year old!"

"Shut up perv!" Blaine said.

"What were you doing down there?" You asked.

"Checking the ladies' food, water, and toilet paper," your uncle panted.

"Can you really do something about....that?" Blaine asked with a wave toward the basement.

"I can try," you said, "But this morning I've got a full plate."

"Well see what you can do," Blaine said. He opened the door again and you followed him down the stairs behind the shield.

Cellar was a bit disingenuous, it was very cozy and fully furnished. It had a kitchenette with s fridge, drinking water, two beds, and a spare bathroom with s small shower. At any rate, the women were too bust fucking eachother anyway to complain about their captivity.

In the middle of the floor was a seething mass of boobs, soaked pussy, and grasping hands, although there were to distinct sides to it. Your aunt and cousins took up one side losing themselves to incestuous sapphic bliss. Georgia was devouring her mom's ass like a woman starving while aunt Francine had pinned Tara to the floor with her fist shoved up her daughters cunt. Tara was a bridge to the other half of the orgy gnawing and mauling Mrs. Brooks' ebony tits while your old teacher rutted with her former students.

You recognized Cassidy's thick curves in the mix, joining forces with Mrs. Brooks to smother Marcy's face between their dripping cunts. Marcy was in another world of (muffled) pleasure while the last girl, Liliana was it, stuck her head between Marcy's legs.

You didn't see Mrs. Harris or Locknae but you heard the shower running and a chorus lewd moans from the bathroom.

"Ok everybody stop!" You said and in a few seconds all eight of them were kneeling before you obediently.

"Wow," Blaine said bluntly.

"Somebody please get Mrs. Harris and Locknae." Cassidy rose to her feet ans went into the bathroom. She returned a moment later with the glistening, radiant forms of the two older women who hadn't even bothered with towels.

"COCK!" the two of them shouted when they saw you and prepared to charge you but you stopped them with your outstretched hand.

"Not now, ladies," you said. Then the whole room was relatively peaceful. Your cousins were still fingering each other at lightning speed and and Mrs. Brooks was mauling her own tits, but they obeyed you. You still wished you knew why, but for the moment you couldn't complain.

"Is everything ok down here?" You asked.

"No!" Marcy sobbed, "We need dick!"

"We need a big strong man to fuck us into oblivion!" Your aunt Francine yelled as she started masturbating.

"Feed us cum!" Georgia and Tara said simultaneously.

They almost lost control again but you said, "Calm yourselves! I mean ot!" They vibrated like tuning forks, but there were no more outbursts.

"I know you're all struggling with this," you said, "And I promise to help you fix your minds. Right now though, is there anything you need?"

"WE NEED COCK!" They shouted unanimously.

"Besides that!" You said, "Any essentials?"

They looked at eachother in confusion as if they had forgotten the meaning of the word. The way their entire consciousnesses revolved around sex, they very well might have forgotten. Mrs. Harris finally spoke up.

"Soap," she said.

"Some flavored drinks would be nice," Lily suggested, "Instead of just plain water."

"Fresh fruit."

"More toilet paper."

"Tampons," your aunt Francine said and there was a chorus of agreeing voices.

"I'll see what I can do," you said.

"Can we have some toys?" Mrs. Brooks asked.

"Meaning..."

"Dildos, vibrators, strapons!" She said and the other girls nodded enthusiastically.

"I don't see why not," you said and they cheered uproariously.

"I'll be back later tonight," you said, "DO NOT attack anyone who comes down the stairs. Undestand?"

"Yes Master," they said. As you tried to leave Mrs. Locknae raised her hand and waved over to a quiet corner.

"Is my husband ok?" She asked. She looked on the verge of tears but didn't break.

"He's alive," you said, although you didn't know how true that was. You were impressed by how lucid she was, but her eyes were still dilated. You assumed fear for the man she loved gave her just enough willpower for the real Mrs. Locknae to break through. Not enough that she didn't try to initiate sex when you gave her a reassuring hug. You gently took her hands off you and left the basement impressed with how well that whole situation went.

Once you were outside, you heard a soft sexy voice, "Hey handsome, got a minute?"