From one mess to another

There was a storm of emotions that danced across Judi's face before she finally settled into an expression of dazed pleasure. Her whole body slumped a little in the chair she was tied to. A trail of wetness leaking from her crotch. To the layman it might seem as if she had gotten strung out on heroin, and I suppose considering how addictive my seed had become that wasn't a wrong assumption.

"It's all good now," Barbara said, leaning down to gently stroke her wife's face. "You feel good, right? Ben can keep making you feel this good."

Judi looked up at her wife, drooling slightly. "I...I don't know what's happening."

Barbara shushed her and embraced the bound woman, Judi's head pushed between her swollen breasts. It was an arousing, intimate, sight but I was well past my craziness threshold for the day so I didn't even hesitate to quickly get my pants back on and hurry out of the basement, out the house.

Jess was waiting for me when I got home, sitting in the living room nursing a cup of coffee. "You took your sweet time," she commented with a wry smile, "must have been a lot to move."

"Yeah," I said after a beat, struggling with my alibi. "We had to put some stuff in the basement."

My wife nodded without complaint, sipping at her coffee. Christ, I felt guilty lying to her like this. She was such a good natured person that she wouldn't suspect me of even slightly doing anything untoward. But I couldn't tell her the truth, it'd destroy her. Hell, she'd never believe me either. 'Sorry honey, I fucked our neighbours and one of my coworkers but I couldn't help it, my dick is cursed!' Yeah right.

My phone, otherwise forgotten, vibrated in my pants and I answered it on instinct. "Hello?"

"Thank God," it was Emma, "Ben you need to get here right now. Something's happened..."

I frowned. "What is it? What's happened?"

"There's been an accident and, Jesus Christ, there's so much blood..." Emma was panting, her voice strained with emotion and panic, "please Ben, just get over here we need you..."

My eyes fell to Jess, who was looking at me expectantly. Much as I didn't like running around and keeping secrets from her, this was for her sake as much as it was mine. I swallowed my pride and answered the phone with a fake expression of mild frustration rather than the pure anxiety I was truly feeling.

"Ok, I'll come into the office now and get that sorted right out....yep...ok,...bye." I hung up and frowned dramatically. "There's been a screw up at work babe, I've got to go in and help them look at something."

Jess gave me a wary look. "What kind of screw up?"

Shit fuck.

"Oh, it was to do with ....uh....an article piece I had written for the magazine a year ago," I stumbled with the lie, though managed to land on my feet, "they need to look at a copy of it so they can reference it in their weekly announcements or something."

Jess didn't seem happy, but bought the lie. "You've been all over the place today," she shrugged, "I was hoping we could snuggle up and watch a movie..."

"When I get back," I promised, leaning in to kiss her cheek, "we can have a nice relaxed afternoon together."

I left the house and drove like a madman to Beth's place. My heart was racing as I rushed out of my car and in through the front door of the grand old house, only to be confronted with a grim sight.

Beth, Lucy and Emma were all standing around a very bloody naked corpse.

My mind went black. Since my dad was fond of hunting I had seen dead animals all the time growing up and it never really phased me, but when confronted with a genuine dead body of a person...well, it's a shock. I felt a primal fear, urging me to run in the opposite direction. I felt disgust and nausea as I saw the pool of blood stain the living room carpet from where the man's head had been bashed. I even felt a little angry.

"What...what...," I swallowed the bile in my throat, "what the fuck happened?"

Whilst Emma and Lucy hurried to close the door and pull me inside, Beth looked ashamed and on the verge of tears. "It doesn't work with other men..."

Though she looked beautiful in her sadness and I felt the need to comfort her, a greater part of me was fucking furious and on the verge of hysterics. "What the fuck do you mean? What doesn't work!!?"

"He was no good," Beth frowned tearfully at the corpse. "He came to the house to try and sell something and I just wanted to see," she hiccuped a little, "I missed you and I wanted to see....but I couldn't get off, and I could feel it inside of me. He couldn't breed me like you do, and when I told him to go he wouldn't leave."

"So you fucking killed him!?"

Emma was at my side, trying to urge me into calm. "She overreacted," she said in a soothing tone, "but what's important now is getting rid of the body."

I stared at in amazement. "Who the fuck do you think I am, Al Pacino?" I gestured at the bloodied corpse. "Where the fuck am I going to hide a corpse? I barely know this town as it is!"

"Don't worry," Emma replied, holding my arm, "I can help you. There's a place in the woods where-"

"Wait a minute." I stopped her, taking note of her body. Her tits were heavy, but no longer engorged with milk, and her stomach and turned back into its toned, slim shape. "What happened with...."

Before I could even get the words out I felt something hit me across the back of the head. There was blinding pain for a moment, and then the wet feeling of blood tricking down my face. I blinked, frowned and then fell to the ground. Vaguely I could hear voices shouting and arguing, all in a noisy mess I couldn't discern. But then someone whispered into my ear with crystal clarity.

"You're not going to leave us again daddy," her soft voice caressed my ear as I began to lose consciousness. "You'll stay here and we'll make babies forever and ever..."