Citadel

The citadel Looked like a giant government building from the outside. I felt a bit out of place as I walked through the grand doors and into a lobby that was more like a penthouse suite than an office. It had a main desk area, elevators, and big doors in the back that looked like they led to a courtyard or plaza area.

My mother, or a version of my mother dressed in a sexual business suit holding a clipboard immediately approached. "Welcome, Eric. How may I serve you today?" she asked with a smile that was way too happy for the situation then placed her hand on my crotch without warning.

"Nope. Nope. Nope. Too weird." I blurted out as I slapped her hand away then looked into the distance trying not to see my own mom dressed like a porn actor. "Hey... Mom."

"Oh Eric, don't be so shy. I just wanna make my little baby happy." She said unfazed by her own insane comment. She moved her hand into her own pants and began to moan.

"What the fuck, man!" I stuttered out, trying to ignore her display. "I-I-I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, certainly, dear," she said, pointing to the elevator by the big doors with the hand not buried inside her. "Across from the elevators. You can of course... just use me to relieve yourself. I want nothing more than to get on my knees and drink my handsome son's sweet nectar." She pulled her hand out of her pants, wet with... juice, then fell to her knees and began to deepthroat her own wet hand.

"Jesus Christ, mom!" I cringed and scurried to the bathrooms by the elevator, leaving her to her moaning.

The bathroom looked like any other public bathroom but was surprisingly clean. I took a deep breath and leaned against the sink, looking at a mirror reflection of me, disturbed by what had just transpired. "What the actual fuck?" I murmured to myself. I guess I'm more of a prude then I thought. My thinking was interrupted by an aggressive, angry shout.

"Let me the fuck go, you bastards!" I turned around to see the bathroom was full of women. Sort of. Along the wall where urinals would normally be instead had women tied upside down naked with ropes holding them to the walls. They had drains underneath them and small porcelain barriers to stop liquid from leaving the boundaries of their areas. The walls they were tied to were slanted back in a way to allow liquid sprayed onto the wall to trickle down to the drain area. I walked over to see what was going on when a hot Latina woman I'd never met dressed in short shorts, a crop top and yellow gloves came up to me holding a cleaning brush.

"I'm sorry about that sir," she said looking down at a battle hardened woman tied to the wall. "You can use any one of these lovely ladies to relieve yourself."

"Is that the one who shouted at me?" I asked while pointing towards the woman. The woman had a buzzcut and a muscular body that was covered in scars. Her right eye was milky white and with a large cut above, and below it, a contrast to the sharp glare of her left. She struggled against the ropes, snarling like a caged animal. Her toned abs flexed with futility. Despite her fearsome appearance. She was kind of hot, in a wastelander way.

"Yes, she's new," the Latina said with a sigh. "These are the slaves that we can't get the microchip to work on so outbursts are normal until they are broken."

I walked closer to the struggling soldier chick attempting to free herself. "What's your name?" I asked her.

"It doesn't matter," she spat out. "You're all the same here. Just another Eric to take what you want."

"Her name is Kartha," the Latina budded in. "She was a defender against interdimensional forces in her home reality until a General Eric tricked her into putting down the reality shields that protected her home and its inhabitants."

I stepped closer to Kartha. "So, your whole world knew about the multiverse?"

Her good eye focused up on me. "We had our suspicions from strange tech we found. We just knew there were beings out there that threatened our existence. Of all the sick gods and mad tyrants, the real threat was a bunch of copies of one pathetic pervert?"

I stood above her as if I was gonna use her like a urinal, intrigued by her spirit despite. "Your pretty rare, huh? Why don't the Erics have you out sucking cocks or performing shows?" Kartha spit up at me, only making it up to my knees. I turned to the Latina for answers.

"Her home reality was pretty advanced in terms of technology. They created modifications that made them immune to your control chips. A lot of dimensions aware of the multiverse have the means to do that whether it be by tech or magic. All of the women serving in roles like hers are ones that can’t safely be used as cocksuckers or baristas. Every toilet in this bathroom was once a proud defender of their homes reduced to this by you," the Latina spoke looking down at the floor in shame.

"Yet you serve them like an obedient bitch!" Kartha jeered at the Latina.

The Latina looked down, her eyes flashing with anger before delivering a swift punch to Kartha's gut. "You think I like this?" she yelled through tears . "I was a defender of my world. I did everything right in life, going to college, learning everything I could, getting a job at the CIA! I wanted to explore the unknown! but..." She was full sobbing at that point. "B-b-but my father was an Eric. This society got a hold of him before my world's CIA was able to fully understand dimensional travel. He enslaved us all. Sold us off like spare parts. My mom is a 'handjob specialist' at a barbershop somewhere. I'm just like you... their stupid Laws of Robotics things just work on me..."

The room was silent for a moment. The other bound women looked at us. I felt a weird feeling in my stomach. I spoke to the Latina, "You're my daughter? An older, different version of me had a kid with a smoking Latina and he managed to do that before even having access to slavery?"

The Latina nodded, wiping her eyes. "Yes. You look to be a younger alternate version of my father. He had a way with words. He made me think we were gonna explore infinity together. But instead, he sold me here."

I was stunned. This was a twist I hadn't seen coming. "I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty for a split second. "Do all older Erics have a Latina daughter? Is that like, super common?"

"No," she replied, her voice shaking with emotion. "But my father looked a lot like you. And apparently, he had your same... desires."

"Ok good. It would have been weird if I abused a version of a daughter I was destined to have." I wiped my forehead. "That really saves the boner."

The Latina gave me a look that was a mix of anger and sadness. "I just want you to understand that we are all real people here," she said softly. "We all had lives, dreams, and families before we were brought to this hell."

I put my hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes with false empathy. "Be a dear and hold my cock while I piss on this sci-fi dyke bitch, will you sweetheart?" The Latina's eyes filled with rage, but she did as I asked, her hand shaking. She aimed my cock at Kartha's face and I let loose. The hot stream of piss hit her in the mouth and she gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled against her restraints. The Latina watched with a mix of disgust. "So what's your name anyways?" I asked.

"My name is Luna," she replied solemnly. "And I want you to know, if I ever get out of here, I will make sure every single one of you pay for what you've done to us, Dad."

I smacked her ass and grabbed hard. "Well I'm not your dad but sure, I guess." The sound of my piss hitting the porcelain floor and Kartha's gagging was the only noise in the bathroom. Luna aimed me away from her face to hit her pussy, letting the warm stream of urine run down her body like the blood that had long rushed to her head. Her muscles tensed then she went limp with defeat. As my steam weakened and finished, Luna tapped my penis to make sure I was empty. She saw her hand had some stray piss got on it. I looked at her expectantly and slapped her ass again. "Go on now." She looked into my eyes, begging for mercy one last time before licking her hand clean in defeat. "So uh.... Where do I go number 2 at?"

The Luna pointed to the other wall across from the urinals. The stalls didn't have doors and I saw toilet seats with women positioned behind, where the tank normally was. Their breasts rested on the seats acting like cushions and their hands and legs were chained to the bottom of the bowl forcing them to hug it from the back while sitting on the floor. "Their faces are right behind you so toilet paper is optional," Bathroom attendant Luna said in a dull voice.

"Damn, that's fucked" I murmured. "Well I didn't need to shit anyways. Clean this dyke up so the next Eric gets it clean, would you sweetheart?" I said while shoving my penis in my pants and walking out the bathroom without washing my hands. Luna's eyes glazed over. She knew the drill. She went to the upside down tied Kartha and began to scrub her with a hard bristled brush. I watched as the piss and sweat and tears mixed with scented soap, and went around the drain.

I walked into the lobby again, seeing that ditzy slut version of my mother at the front desk. I still found it impossible to make eye contact with her. "So um... where is um... Eric Prime?"

Her smile grew wider, "Oh, Eric Prime is expecting you. Follow me to the elevator and I will take you to him, my virile young boy."

The elevator ride was awkward. She kept trying to make small talk about how much she loved serving her little boy. She put her hand on my crotch again and started rubbing through my pants. I wasn't entirely comfortable with it but given what I had just experienced, I decided not to stop her incestuous fluffing. The elevator dinged through floors labeled things such as meeting rooms, courtrooms, archives and other things like that. We eventually got to a floor labeled 'office'.

The doors opened up to a very boring looking office hallway with many numbered doors. "He's in the main chamber at the end," she said, pointing to a basic door labeled '96' at the end of the hallway. "He's expecting you. He's quite eager to talk to you Eric." Mom fell to her knees in one last show, pulled my waist into a hug and gave my crotch the wettest sloppiest kiss she could through my pants. It was becoming too much so I pushed her forehead back causing her to fall on ass. I pressed the close door button as fast as I could and tried to ignore it as she called out, "Mommy wants to make you happy, master!" as the doors closed. A shiver ran through my spine. I walked up to door 96 and knocked.

"Just come right in my friend" said a voice from the other side. I opened the door and saw a

small room filled with bookshelves, paperwork and a few tech gadgets. A desk sat in the middle with a computer that looked like it was from the 90's. Behind the desk was Eric Prime. "Ah, welcome," he said, gesturing to a chair. "Please, take a seat." He pressed a button on a microphone on his desk and spoke into it. "594, please send up 2 extra moms to satisfy us during this meeting."

"NO!" I blurted out crudely. "Please no. Anyone Else." He looked at me somewhat weirded out before grabbing a notepad and writing something down.

As he wrote he spoke softly to himself "Right handed... fast food worker... no Oedipus complex" He finished with a tap and looked up at me excited. "Sorry about that, who are you feeling today?"

"Just... anyone else,"

Eric Prime nodded understandingly. "Ah, I see," he said, his smile not wavering. "How about a pair of our lovely theater teacher from highschool, Ms. Miller?" He pressed his mic again and said "Scratch that, bring in 2 Ms. Millers please, pre oiled."

2 Ms. Millers, or at least versions of her, entered the room, oiled asses shining.. They had the same wide hips and huge ass that I remembered. Asses big enough to crush a man. Their outfits were tight corsets that pushed their tits up and made their waist small which made their hips seem even wider. clothed with a pink thong that was swallowed entirely by humongous asses, their brown hair was straight and simple, fitting of the usual Ms. Miller seriousness. It was clear they had been through this before. The only distinguishing features between the 2 were the colors of their corsets, one being red the other being blue. The red one kneeled in front of me and began removing my pants.

The blue one went around the desk to Eric Prime, who had already pulled out his cock. She crawled in front of him and stuck her ass into the air while on all fours so he could use it as a foot rest. She had the same serious face she had when teaching Shakespeare. "I guess I should get someone else for my cock," he said while palming his forehead like someone who forgot their keys. He pressed the mic again preparing to have a different woman sent in while he used the blue Ms. Miller as a footstool. "Send in a Medusa." What did that mean?

The doors to the office slid open and in slithered a creature that was half woman, half snake. Her upper body, a cunning Greek looking woman, with long snakes for hair, shapely jaw, high cheekbones, Greek nose and perky breasts that bobbed as she swayed from side to side. Her lower half was a giant serpent connecting to her body at the waist. Her eyes were kept covered with a blindfold made of velvet. The blue Ms. Miller serving as a footrest looked up with a mix of fear and awe. "Oh my," she whispered.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" I said with my jaw dropping. My pants were fully off at that point and the red Ms. Miller positioned her ass into my lap while keeping her hands and feet on the floor. She wasn't in-between me and Prime, keeping herself low as to not disturb us,

Eric Prime chuckled, "That is Medusa: a Medusa. Not like a medusa as in a gorgon but as in a version of the gorgon, Medusa. She's quite the... acquisition." He leaned back in his chair, shoes digging into the crack of the blue Miller's oily ass. "Just give me a handjob while me and my dear friend here talk."

Medusa's human half was stunningly beautiful with skin that looked like marble. Her serpentine half was a thick, green scaly tail that coiled around Prime's chair. She reached a hand with sharp claws as fingertips and began to stroke him off. Red's oily ass began to bounce up and down in my lap. The size is almost as big as me. I could hear Red grunting with exertion from the amount of ass meat she had to move.

"So," Prime began as his cock grew in size. "What do you think of our little society so far?"

I took a deep breath. "It's... perfect" I managed to say, my eyes glued to the surreal sight of Ms. Miller's colossal ass in my lap.

"I'm glad you think so, we've worked hard to create a place where Erics like us can live out our wildest dreams. No rules, no judgment, just endless possibilities." Medusa leaned into him and hissed, grabbing his cock with both hands, idly swaying back and forth as she jerked him. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Tell me, what do you do in your world?"

I paused for a moment, the pounding of the red Ms. Miller's heavy ass on me making it hard to think straight. "I... I'm currently unemployed" I said finally. "Got fired recently". My hands slid all over the slick cellulose of her ass meat.

"That's before you joined us," Eric Prime said as Medusa's clawed hands moved with surprising gentleness over his shaft while massaging his balls. "Here, we can offer you so much more than that."

Red Ms. Miller's movements grew more vigorous as she threw her oiled ass up and down, taking me deep inside her with each thrust. The feeling was surreal, a mix of arousal and disbelief at the situation. Her cheeks clapped against my thighs and each other, creating a rhythmic slapping sound that echoed in the room. "Mm, what kind of work do you have in mind," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Medusa's handjob grew more intense. The sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing between her clawed fingers was mesmerizing. "Anything to bring us Erics more pleasure and power" Prime said, his eyes keeping professional eye contact with me. "Everything from overseers to trainers, to engineers and businessmen. Whatever your talents, we can put them to good use. Although I recommend starting with something small. Something you can do in the town or on your homeworld."

The red Ms. Miller's rhythm grew erratic as she got closer to climax. Her juices were like a river making the sounds of her ass smacking wet and sloppy. "What do you think I should do?"

"Well, if you're not ready for the big leagues yet, maybe you could start in your own world. captures, training, set up. Just get it ready to exchange slaves." Eric Prime said. "That way you can get used to the power dynamics before you take on more dangerous responsibilities. I'd also recommend some part time work in town for a more constant flow of Eric money. Most of it just involves fucking and controlling slaves so I'm sure you'll excel at it.".

The red Ms. Miller's ass slapped against my thighs making them sting slightly. The feeling of her tight pussy around my cock was incredible. "What do you say?" Prime asked. Red’s climax hit her like a wave, her body convulsing and her pussy squeezing my cock tightly. She let out a muffled scream as she came, her juices gushing out and my lap. Her movements slowed to a halt, her body limp and exhausted. Meanwhile, Medusa worked Prime's cock.

"I'll start with a part-time here then figure out captures, exporting and training in my dimension later." I said, while cumming inside Ms. Miller. She gripped my cock tightly with her pussy, milking me until I was drained. I pulled out and she slinked off, leaving a sticky mess on me that she started to lick up.

Eric Prime looked at me with excitement. "Perfect! I'll have the necessary papers drawn up to have you registered in our systems as ‘Right Hand Eric” and some instructions for you to get started. Good luck my friend." The red corset Miller finished licking me clean as I watched medusa's finale.

The serpents on her head hissed in time with her strokes. She leaned in, her tongue darted out to lick the precum from his tip. her serpentine tail coiling around his legs and the chair, pulling him closer to the edge of his seat. The human side of her face remained stoic. With a final groan, Prime erupted into her hands, the thick ropes of cum painting her marble-like skin. Medusa brought her face close while standing on her snake ‘legs’, letting the warm liquid spurt onto her cheeks, her forked tongue flicking out to taste the salty cum. Her clawed hands didn't miss a beat, continuing to milk him until every last drop was spent. I waved him goodbye as medusa collected his cum. I was going to get a job