Stopping for a Glazed Treat

Haley bopped along to the radio, her bouncing breasts offered a risky distraction from the road. “Did you see that bakery around the corner finally opened up?” I asked, trying to keep the car on the road.

“Huh? No its grand opening is at the end of the month,” Haley argued. Then what was with the line? I rounded the corner and to my surprise Haley was right, a banner with the grand opening date hung on the still closed bakery. Even more surprising was that the long line was gone too.

“But there was a huge line earlier,” I uttered in disbelief.

Haley shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you imagined them, or did you use your magic to get rid of them?” she asked wiggling her fingers as if to cast a spell on me.

We both laughed, “The magic hurts, I used it some this morning and it brought me to tears.” Haley looked concerned, her eyes looking to my arm in the sling. Before she could say anything, I pointed forward, “Look! There, it’s the line!” As we rounded another corner, the line of men came back into view.

“Why are they going into the underpass?” Haley asked, her attention drawn away from my injury.

I slowed the car to a crawl giving us a chance to check out what everyone was lining up for. My eyes went wide when I saw the head of white hair. The chain lady! I pulled the car over and Haley asked, “What are you doing?”

Throwing the car in park, I answered, “Remember that lady in chains? I think she might be related to my magic.” She looked forward and from our parking spot the white-haired lady could easily be seen blowing the first guy in the line. “She was talking a bunch of nonsense, but I remember her mentioning the ring,” I explained.

I stepped out of the car, Haley looked **** to follow me. We approached the front of the line, I heard several wolf whistles and various catcalls. “Hey chief, I need to talk to her,” I said giving his exposed ass a slap. I laughed hysterically when I saw the “Bobbi’s Bitch” tattoo across the stranger’s ass. Haley chuckled seeing the tattoo before giving me a confused look.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait your turn!” he growled pounding his cock into the white-haired woman’s face. Her wet gagging noises bounced around the concrete walls of the underpass. I was about to pull him off of her, when he grunted holding her nose to his pelvis. He pulled out and she started gasping for air. “There all yours,” he said pulling up his pants, hiding his fresh ink. He reached into his pockets, dropping a handful of loose coins into a coffee can. The few pieces clanged against the mountain of coins inside.

“Hello Ringmaster,” she said between heavy breaths. Ringmaster. . . so she was connected to the ring. “Did you come to join me?” she purred with a wink. Her face dripped with cum, everything stank of stale cum, if her hair wasn’t already white it would’ve been now.

“No,” I quickly replied not wanting to join her, “I came looking for answers. Answers about the ring.” The next guy in the line approached her, giving us an uncertain look as if he was wondering if it was still okay to take his turn. “You wait one second,” I snapped at him as he reached for his zipper. He froze mid-motion.

“Answers? But I already told you all about it,” she said licking her lips at the next guy in line. With a lick of her lips the guy unfroze, until I reminded him of our presence with a simple cough.

“Sorry, I didn’t exactly listen last time. I thought you were a crazy home intruder.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, I’ve been called crazy,” she gave a shrug reaching into her cleavage to pull the stack of index cards out again. “Uh oh, a little covered,” she said as a dollop of semen dripped from the card. She licked the card a couple times. “Well so much for that,” she tossed the cards over her shoulder a couple stuck to the wall, “guess those are ruined. So time to freestyle I guess. So my name is Regina,” she said with a touch to her chest. Strands of cum connected her fingers to her chest as she pulled away. She took a second to lick her fingers before continuing, “but you can call me whatever you want. The common slurs like Bitch and Slut are fairly common, or even Whore.” Her eyes pointed at the coffee can of coins. “Any name will work though, one Ringmaster would only refer to me by his own mother’s name. Or the one who used the name of her crush from highschool having never gotten over the rejection while coming out.”

“I’ll just stick with Regina.”

“Sure thing boss,” she said with a salute that tossed a few globs of jizz from her forehead. “Feel free to change your mind at any time. So the true power of the reality ring is the power to control all women. You can change their body,” like the elves, “give them commands,” like Haley moving in, “or just generally alter the reality around them,” like Ms. Devi’s youth. “But it looks like you might’ve figured some of it out,” she said pointing at my head. I reached up grabbing a bubblegum lock of hair.

“I think I found a lot of it out last night, but I blacked out and don’t remember any of it. Why does it hurt?”

“The reality ring is like a muscle. You have to build up your ability to use it. If you push past your limits it will hurt, try to do too much too fast and you can do some serious harm to yourself,” she said, flexing to illustrate her point.

I gulped looking down at my arm, “How serious?”

Her eyes went wide when she saw me look at my arm, “WHAT DID YOU DO?” She jumped up her chains rattling with each motion. She started poking at my arm with panic across her cum covered face.

I couldn’t feel any of it. “I think I figured out the rings power last night while I was drunk.” I finally felt her fingers dig into my flesh when she reached my shoulder. “Ow,” I said from her forceful jab.

“You’re lucky to be alive,” she looked up into my eyes. “Much more and the damage would’ve reached your heart,” she said placing her hand on my chest. She gave my boob a little squeeze, “Luckily, it doesn’t look like much permanent harm. Give it a little rest and you should recover.” Oh what a relief.

I looked over to Haley, her face was frozen in shock. Looking around I saw the hungry looks of the waiting men. “Sorry boys, I have to take her with me.” The line of men, and surprisingly Regina, all started groaning and complaining. I was worried for a second, but the crowd dissolved besides a few stragglers who took the opportunity to pleasure themselves while watching us.

“You could’ve at least let me finish off the line,” Regina pouted as we walked, carrying her can of coins.

“That would’ve taken forever with how long that line was,” I explained.

“Hey Bobbi, the back is full of your plants,” Haley reminded me as we reached the car.

“I’ll just have to ride on your lap,” Regina said, grabbing my good arm.

“Guess that means I’m driving,” Haley smiled holding out her hand for the keys.