To Aunt Abby's

It was a dark gray morning when Lisa decided to start preparing for the trip. As usual, she woke up early to make sure everything was done on time. She woke you up and took you to the car. Sitting in the passenger seat next to your mother, you noticed a change in her behavior. She was quiet, focused and determined. It was clear that she was nervous. As the car sped through the busy streets of the city center, you couldn't help but wonder where it was taking you. The destination remained a mystery. You wanted to ask her, but you knew better than to provoke her. The silence between you was deafening and the tension in the air was palpable. You felt the anticipation building and you knew something big was about to happen. When the car approached the luxurious building, you couldn’t believe your eyes. This was Futanari's central church, a magnificent building decorated with marble columns and intricate stained glass windows. But contrary to your expectations, the car did not take you to the parking lot at the main entrance, but to an inconspicuous closed gate. The gate opened with a loud creak and the car drove into the underground parking lot. The parking lot was kept in unusually good condition. There weren't many cars, but they were all very expensive. You couldn't stop staring at the sleek lines of the luxury cars parked nearby. It seemed like everyone here was rich and powerful. The driver parked the car near the decorated door and hurried to open the door for Lisa. She got out of the car and waited for you to follow her. You hesitated for a moment, feeling awkward about the whole situation. But seeing her stern look, you quickly gathered your courage and followed her.

They were already waiting for you. Two futanari nuns in black robes and hoods. “Welcome,” said one of the nuns. “We are here to see you off.”

Lisa nodded in agreement, looking intently at the two nuns. You were amazed at the honor and respect they showed Lisa.

She exuded confidence and poise as she led you through the dimly lit hallways underneath the Futanari Church. The atmosphere was oppressive, filled with tension and secrecy. Footsteps could be heard from the stone walls, accompanied by muffled whispers and laughter. As you followed the nuns through the dimly lit corridors, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you. The silence between you and your mother was deafening and the tension in the air was palpable. After some time, you were led to richly decorated doors and, opening them, were invited to enter.

The room was majestic, decorated with golden statues and exquisite tapestries depicting scenes of the worship of the goddess Futa and men worshiping. In the center of the room there was a huge sofa and several armchairs in front of it. You immediately noticed a woman sitting on it. She was dressed in a luxurious silk dress, decorated with intricate patterns and sparkling jewels. Her hair was long and curly and fell down her back in a stunning cascade. Her striking green eyes were mesmerizing and her full lips curved into a warm smile. She rose gracefully from her seat and extended her hand to your mother.

“Lisa, my dear, it’s nice to see you again.”

As your aunt hugged Lisa, she looked at you. You could see the raw lust and impatience in her eyes and your heart skipped a beat. She smiled at you, revealing sparkling white teeth, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with anticipation.

“Hello, my dear,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice sending a shiver down your spine. “I haven’t seen you for so long, dear nephew. And now you look so deliciously ripe.” Her words sent a wave of warmth through your body and you couldn't help but blush. Your aunt laughed quietly, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.

“Oh, you taste so good,” she purred, reaching out to stroke your cheek. “I can’t wait to finally try you out.”

You flinched at her touch, but couldn't bring yourself to pull away. Instead, you froze in place as she continued to caress your cheek with her fingers. There was power in her touch.

“Soon,” my aunt cooed, her voice hoarse with lust.

“Let's not rush things. We will have enough time. Lisa grinned darkly, running her hands through your hair. “I think my dear sister knows how to treat pets better than anyone else.” Aunt laughed quietly at her sister’s words.

“ I won't deny it.” She gently stroked your cheek, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your groin. “I’ve been watching you grow up for quite some time now. And guess what?” Aunt leaned closer, her hot breath touched your ear. - I'm not disappointed.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry.

“So,” the aunt began, and a sultry smile touched her lips, “Lisa, dear, sit down.” I think we have something to discuss."

Lisa didn’t have to wait long and settled comfortably in the chair.

Your aunt smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction. “I’ll tell you, Lisa,” she began in a quiet and seductive voice, “your son is an extremely rare specimen.”

Lisa smiled. "I know He's special."

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks and your heart was pounding wildly in your chest. You knew what they were talking about and you felt embarrassed and ashamed. However, your aunt spoke enthusiastically, oblivious to your presence.

“You just need to be careful,” she advised Lisa, patting her on the knee. “The main thing is training. Consistency and repetition. You have to make him understand his position."

Mom took a glass of wine from the table and sipped elegantly. “Of course,” she agreed. “But I must admit that I am experiencing some difficulties. His obedience skills are still far from perfect.

Your aunt leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. Her dress slid down slightly, revealing her huge cock.

“Oh, I assure you,” she purred, her voice hoarse with suppressed desire. “I know how to train pets. And I’m more than happy to lend a helping hand to my dear sister.”

Lisa smiled, her eyes shining with gratitude.

“Thank you, Abby. I knew I could count on you. And I couldn’t help but share with you, without your help and connections, I would never have been able to make him a legal ****.”

Abby nodded, her eyes shining with approval. “Indeed,” she agreed in a low and hoarse voice. “The law has become quite strict regarding male slavery these days.”

Lisa sighed heavily and put the glass on the table with a loud clink. “Yes, I know...” Lisa met her gaze with a grateful smile.

"I am eternally grateful for your help."

“My pleasure, my dear sister,” Abby replied, gently squeezing Lisa’s hand.

"We should focus on Doug now." She pointed at you. "He needs guidance, discipline and a firm hand to mold him into the perfect sex ****."

“I agree,” Lisa replied, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“I’ll leave him in your capable hands.”

Abby nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Of course, dear sister. I promise to take care of him."

In a quick motion, Abby clapped her hands and two latex-clad nuns appeared from the shadows. They silently approached you, their eyes cold and emotionless. With deft movements, they grabbed you from behind, locking your wrists and ankles tightly. When they lifted you off the ground, you tried to struggle and protest, but there was no reaction. You felt the cold latex gloves of the nuns, their strong and unyielding hands. Your world spun as they took you away, leaving your mother and aunt behind.

Lisa watched as they carried you to the exit. She knew that she had no other way to fulfill her dream except to fulfill this agreement.

Abby's eyes were glued to her sister. She spoke with authority, her soft voice breaking the heavy silence. “Don’t be afraid, I will return it to you safe and sound.” - she assured Lisa.

"I will make sure he is well looked after and trained to perfection."

Lisa nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew Abby would take good care of her son, but she couldn't help but worry.

“I trust you, Abby,” Lisa said, swallowing hard. “But I have to admit, I'm a little worried. I know that when you get excited, you tend to break your toys.”

Abby's eyes narrowed and she looked at her sister knowingly. “Don't worry, dear sister. I will never harm my precious nephew. It is a unique specimen and occupies a special position. I will treat him with all my attention and utmost care."

Lisa breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Abby.

“I appreciate that reassurance,” Lisa replied, cracking a weak smile.

She watched as you were carried away around the corner, feeling a pang of guilt in her chest. She couldn't help but feel guilty for handing you over to her sister, especially under these circumstances. However, the desire to have a son as a sex **** outweighed any moral considerations.

Abby studied her sister carefully, noticing the slight change in her posture. She raised an eyebrow and her expression became serious. “Lisa, I know you love your son, but you shouldn’t hesitate.

If you want him to serve you well, you must train him properly. And I promise,” Abby added, smiling mischievously, “I'll make sure he’s ready for you before I give it back.”

Lisa nodded reluctantly, feeling torn between maternal instincts and insatiable lust.

“I think you're right, Abby. My son deserves better, doesn't he?" She **** a wry smile, trying to calm her conscience. Lisa knew that if she truly cared for you like a loving mother, she wouldn't make you a sex ****. But she simply could not resist the intoxicating allure of power and control.

Abby laughed quietly, sensing Lisa's inner turmoil. “That's exactly what I thought, dear sister.

After all, he’s our precious little toy, isn’t he?” Abby smirked, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. “You should visit me often to check on him. Who knows, maybe we'll come up with something even more interesting."

Lisa pursed her lips, a mischievous sparkle appeared in her eyes. “Well, you sure know how to inspire, Abby. I would like to explore further possibilities, but for now we need to keep a low profile. I don’t want him to share the fate of those illegal toys that you prepare for rich and powerful moneybags who want to have fun with a **** without any risk or restrictions.”

Abby's smile widened, revealing sharp teeth.

“Yes, dear sister, you are absolutely right. But it was thanks to these generous donors that I was able to make the necessary connections and get approval for a **** contract for our dear Doug.” She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And you yourself came to me more than once to relieve stress while all the documents were being processed. And you were very rude then, if I remember correctly... Maybe you forgot?

Lisa blushed, remembering her previous visits to Abby. She more than once turned to her sister for help and consolation, seeking liberation from the irresistible desires that tormented her.

It became increasingly difficult for Lisa to control herself around her son, and each time Abby happily provided her with the means to satisfy her darkest fantasies.

Lisa glanced sideways at her sister, not knowing whether to feel anger or amusement.

"Abby," she warned, her voice stern but tinged with emotion. “I don’t want to hear about my past indiscretions. After all, he is my dear son. And I want to make sure he doesn't get hurt too much."

Abby nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination. “Rest assured, Lisa. I will make sure your son is broken properly. Our methods are proven and effective."

Lisa hesitated, feeling awkward at the prospect of subjecting you to such treatment. She knew that this was the only way to achieve her ultimate goal, but the reality of the situation weighed heavily on her conscience.

-What exactly are you planning to do with him? - she asked carefully.

Abby shrugged calmly. “Oh, nothing ****.

The usual stuff: submission training, psychological manipulation—you know, the usual stuff,” Abby replied casually, waving her hand dismissively. “But don't worry, we'll make sure he's comfortable and taken care of throughout the whole process.” I promise you, by the time we’re done, he’ll be asking for more.”

“Well,” Lisa replied, her voice shaking slightly, “I guess I have **** but to trust you.”

Abby nodded, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Of course, dear sister. I promise to take good care of him. Now let's discuss the details of his training."

Lisa nodded, her mind racing with thoughts of being trained as a sex ****. She couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of excitement and worry.

On one hand, she knew that Abby and her team of dedicated professionals would provide the proper training and guidance you needed to become the perfect sex ****.

On the other hand, she also admitted that putting you through such rigorous training will undoubtedly scar you emotionally and physically. But after a second, Lisa realizes that she is not worried about your health, but whether she can get you back.

If Abby decides to hold on to you forever, there's nothing she can do to stop it. After all, her sister is an influential minister of the Futa Church. Lisa is powerless against her sister's influence and resources.

Lisa looked carefully at her sister, who was unusually excited. Lisa knows her sister very well and has noticed that Abby's eyes have long lost that sparkle when they played with live sex toys together when she came here to relieve stress.

But now something has changed. Lisa sees her sister, sees the flame burning in her eyes. She had never seen Abby like this.

Even when they were younger and had countless adventures with sex slaves, Abby's eyes had never sparkled like that. She didn't know how to react to this.

She was glad to see that her sister had regained her zest for life, but she also knew that this could lead to problems.

If Abby started to get attached to you, Lisa might lose her precious toy altogether.