Doorbell

I was sitting back, enjoying an enthusiastic blowjob from Erin as I watched the masked Reverend Davis **** to finger herself when I heard the doorbell. I ignored it, of course. Sarah and Rebecca (I refused to call her Miss Greene anymore), were being strung up in another corner by Janice and Ji-Yoo, respectively. I'm not sure the biological ramifications of hanging them upside down for too long, but... eh, who cares?

The doorbell rang again and again, as I angrily pushed Erin off my dick (she was riding me now). "Go see who the fuck that is, bitch!" I yell at her, but we were interrupted by Cindy at the top of the stares. "J-John," she says, not really sure how to address me. "There's some police to see you."

More out of curiosity than fear, I adjusted myself and went up the stairs. "Stay the fuck down here," I ordered to the six bitches at my command, before reaching the top of the stairs where Cindy awaited. She gave me an awkward smile, as I noticed she was wrapped just in a towel and very wet from her shower. I pulled the towel off and tossed it down the stairs, grabbing Cindy by her arm and pushing her in front of me.

There are an assortment of about twelve to fourteen of LA's finest lounging around the living room and upstairs area. Three quickly pass me and head down to the basement before I can say anything, and I can hear more upstairs marching around. "What the fuck's going on?" I said, still firmly gripping my sister's arm as she grimaced from discomfort.

"Mr. Doe," said a stern, old-faced man in a full uniform. "I'm Captain Fontaine from the Los Angeles Police Department. The Mayor and the Governor have tasked me with your protection and our full cooperation. Sorry it took us a few days to get started, but we hit some legal roadblocks getting things in order, but that's beside the point." He gestured to a highly made up woman in her late twenties wearing only see-through lingerie and a gun holstered to her hip. "This is Emily Jorgensson. She'll be our eyes and ears in your harem. And, of course, you can fuck her."

I pull in the temptress close and we kiss. I grope her big breasts, slide down to her vag, and slip around her clear panties and start fingering her. She moans, but I just push her into the Captain. "No thanks," I say, a little too politely. "That bitch is way too loose," I lie, not really having a chance to judge her vaginal canal. I look around and find a fairly attractive police woman. I agree with the need for protection, but want it on my terms. "I'll take this one," I say, pointing to her.

"Yes, sir," the Captain says to me, in respect. "Officer Sheridan is one of our best. Change clothes!" he orders them, and I wonder if there is something special about the see-through lingerie, but my wonder is interrupted as I enjoy the sight of both Officer Sheridan and Agent Jorgensson stripping naked.

Another officer whispers into Captain Fontaine's ears and he nods. "Officer Sheridan, remain naked, for now. We'll need to document this." She nods, as he pulls me aside.

"Some time back, an EDP in your situation was shot and killed in Wisconsin, and there's been similar rumors and innuendo around such in this state. Since all of humanity seems to have evolved into seeing your needs have been met, that includes the need to not be killed by some degenerate. The best way to do that is to document and contain your present harem, and maintain strict access to your activities... while respecting your freedoms, of course."

I gritted my teeth at that last line, thinking he was willing and able to pull a fast one, but just nodded.

"To that end, we need to interview and inspect everyone in your household. Let's do it on the front lawn." I smile widely at the prospect of showing this off to the neighborhood.

The girls lined up in alphabetical order, all stripped naked of course, and many of them showed rope burns or weariness at being out in the daylight. I would worry about Reverend Davis's sex **** training later, I figured, as I watched her being manhandled by two policemen who barked orders at her loudly as she was **** to pose for nude photos and answer humiliating questions. I learned a lot about my sluts that day. Martha had sex with two people, her husband and her first boyfriend, who I guess got way too handsy back in the '90s. Janice, Cindy, Ji-Yoo, and Sarah were all virgins, and their lack of histories bore this out. Well, Sarah couldn't talk, and Cindy seems to have gotten overly familiar with her college friends. I knew it. Although Ji-Yoo had a boyfriend, she was always very traditional and chaste and would never let anybody touch her until I ordered her to fuck me. Martha and Jana were both married, but that will end quick.

When my mother started talking about her sexual past... boy howdy. Cindy and I sat in wide-eyed surprise as she lapped everyone in number of partners, types of partners, types of activities. She was so easy to fuck, it seems, because she had done everything already. I half expected that she had incestuous leanings even before my diagnosis. She hadn't fucked anyone since my dad left, but came pretty close a couple times. I needed to call my friend Tom to confirm a couple things.

Miss Greene, err... Rebecca, was apparently a closeted lesbian this entire time. She had a boyfriend/fiance by day, but was sleeping with two of her friends and visiting gay bars on the weekend. All this was out in the open now and filmed for her Instagram audience. Between her, Cindy, Erin, and Ashley, I was collecting quite a few lesbians for my male-centered harem. It works out well. They can keep themselves satisfied while I was away, and less likely to have any competition with disgruntled boyfriends or husbands.

My mom, of course, was highly bisexual, talking about all sorts of college and high school experiences. She fucked her own sister. That was my turf, and I felt inadequate, given that she didn't have an excuse to do so. Albeit, it was in a threesome, but they still ate each other out and she fingered her. Stuck-up Aunt Sophia was fingered by my mom on two separate occasions. Fuck.

After the interviews and physical inspections were done, I had Jana give me a lap dance as the other nine naked newly-minted nymphos were led inside. "You know what you need," she said, pulling out my dick and inserting it into her sopping orifice, "you need a psychiatrist," she began riding me in preparation of being the tenth out of ten harem members to be impregnated.

"A what?" I ask, mostly focusing on the fucking, even though I was getting a bit numbed out by all this.

"Someone to look after the mental well-being of your, uh, slaves?" she wasn't sure if that was the right word to use.

"Only Martha is my ****. Everyone else is free to go. Well, not Erin or Ashley. Or Sarah. Or Cindy. Or Rebecca. Or, I guess, you. But Janice and Ji-Yoo can leave at anytime. Although I don't know if I ever gave Ji-Yoo that option? ... Maybe they are slaves."

Jana smiled. "That's fine. Whatever you call us, we're all the same," her cadence had picked up and she her talking slowed. "We're only here to... please... you... fuck..." I started spurting into her as she leaned against my shoulder. She kept me inside her as she straightened up and gave me her lovely smile. "We're even more the same now," she said, looking down at the white liquid making a stain between us. "We all have something to share."

We got off the couch and laid on a towel provided by the LAPD in the grass, as we stared at the stars. "I was an EMT, before the Academy. I can fix the bruises and physical ****. But a psych would help with the mental anguish. Did you see Sarah?"

I nodded.

"She has THS - Three-Hour Shock. Her mind is so warped about the evils of sex and probably virtue of chastity, that you ****-fucking her broke it. She knows you need to fuck, but she can't process her necessity in that. She'll fuck you, of course, but that's just going to break her mind further and further, and without repair, she'll never be an enthusiastic bedmate. Always a tired robot. I don't think you want that."

I thought about that. Do I? Should I change my plans?

"And Martha? You want her as a sex ****, and that's great... but breaking her mind is a piss-poor way of achieving that. Tell her what you expect of her, and she'll be more than willing to partake. And give them some leeway, maybe a safe word or a free day to relax from your depravations. A psychiatrist could also help convince her the best way to satisfy you as a ****."

I agreed with what she was saying, but this seemed too real. Too cookie cutter. I get a psychiatrist and all is forgiven? All is correct? No. No. I needed something more.

"What about you?" I said, as I rolled on top of Jana. She smiled and tried to get up, but I stopped her.

She looked inquisitively. "I'm fine?"

I put my hands on her shoulders and held her down, as I straddled her abdomen, my once-again-erect dick almost nestled between her big breasts. I slid my hands up to her neck and squeezed tight with my slightly-enhanced strength.

"What happens when I kill you?" I said, squeezing as she was unable to respond.