This choice: At a signal, they started to fuck each of the former men. • Go Back...Chapter #10At a signal, they started to fuck. by: Mr. George   The four new women are guided to the large central table, it's circular and forces them to watch. The strap-ons now secured in place bob from side to side like terrifying metronomes. Each of the women aware what's going on. Once they're at the compass points of the table, their various mistress, give them an encouraging pat between the shoulder blades.
A whimper emerging from Akiko, as she quivered, a low murmur coming from her lips. Each of the girls is driven forward until their succulent breasts are resting atop the table. The girls, your girls lovingly pluck aside the slight items that protect and preserve the girls' dignity.
A gentle foot between theirs encourages each of them to widen their stance. To allow their mistresses easier access. Each of the Mistresses looking lithe and atheltic compared to the women in front of them. All of them are now mewling and quaking in anticipation of the main event. A chill runs down your spine, as you take in the scene. The pinnacle of your victory, and you feel a twinge of empathy for these bastards, now bitches, who ruined your life.
No! Not ruined, but it was a painful rebirth, as the Madame to one of the most popular brothels. You can't help but find your body is more similar to the former men, than your girls. It's unsettling. No longer Nate Wallace, now Mistress Natalie 'Whiplash', your last name rarely used.
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You / Natalie 'Whiplash' Wallace
You smother the budding empathy, perhaps they too will blossom and cum to love their new roles.
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Deciding this is the time to introduce yourself, and reveal the reason for their altered bodies and fates, you abandon the CCTV room, for the short walk to join them.
Arriving in time, you see the girls smearing lube liberally over their strap-ons. The low constant moans, earning one girl or another a smacked ass cheek, if she gets too loud.
You watch, as they slip the faux-cocks up and down their spread cheeks. Slathering the chill gel around. Approaching Kimiko, you see their eyes suddenly flit in your direction. Your proud strut so clearly announces you as the puppeteer of their fate, and the Mistress, to their Mistresses.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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