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Raising the Dead Anonymous 09/04/2019 (Wed) 04:22:04 No. 88
Continuing my story from the old board, as requested. I do post this on literotica in chapters, which you can find, under under "Raising the Dead...", here: https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=4256681&page=submissions

I'm not going to post the whole thing on here, because that'd be an awful lot of posts. I'll be starting where the chapters on literotica end, as of the writing of this post, which would be chapter 11.
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I finally do get to sleep, even with all of Eve's weight still on me, and being frustratingly horny. But the exhaustion, which I didn't even realize I had, takes over, and I do drift off.

When I do wake, it's not because I've rested enough, or even because my pussy is still yelling at me for attention. No, it's because the bed's shaking. It doesn't even register why for a second, I just lay there wondering why everything's moving, while I idly rub some of the dried semen from my face.

Comprehension follows, then alarm. I snap to my senses and bolt up, afraid that Eli is about to implode us all.

But my concern is for nothing. That's not, um, the hole he's using. She's laying on her back, beside me, her head leaning back over the edge, with Eli's cock being repeatedly buried in her throat. Regenerating dead tissue is the obvious important discovery with Eve, but I think that I found a surgical solution to the gag reflex problem with blowjobs is something that deserves credit, too.

Not that what I'm witnessing can really be described as a blowjob, given that it's less that Eve is doing anything to him, as much as he's using her face as a pussy alternative. Considering the force of his thrusts can shake the bed, and the extent to which her throat bulges, if this was an ordinary woman, I'd be worried for her safety. Or at least thinking about if we have enough room in the walk in freezer.

Which is stupid, actually. Of course we do, we've been storing bodies there for weeks since this all started. It's going to be weird when we go back to storing meat in there.

But of course, Eve is not an ordinary woman. If anyone can take a savage throat fucking in stride, it's her. She's a robust specimen, like that. I can't decide if recontextualizing my the sight of my boyfriend using her esophagus for a semen depository, as a stress test, makes it hotter or not. I already started masturbating before the thought occurred, so using my own responses doesn't really tell me anything.

He may be acting all saucy over his presumption that I put something dangerous inside of Eve, which he has absolutely no proof of, regardless of the fact that I did or not, but he's still sensible enough to not do anything to risk setting off the device. Which he doesn't actually know is there, and he's honestly being kind of paranoid about it.

I'm still suprised at how cooperative Eve is being. I wouldn't have thought she'd be so accepting to being used like this, considering how dominant she'd been up until this point. It's possible she didn't so much want to be dominant, but only understood things framed through dominance, and viewed the rest of us as weaker. Not sure I like what that might say about the rest of us, but regardless, if I'd suspected Eli putting a little base in his voice would get her to submit so readily, this all would have been a lot easier.
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Here she is, though, practically glassy-eyed while he fucks her throat raw and holds on to her tits like handles. I reach out to touch the bulge that keeps popping up each time he fills her throat. I can't say I've seen anything like it. In person. Internet doesn't count.

I press down on her throat as it rises, giving me a little moan from Eli as I put extra pressure on his cock. I smile up at him and press again with the next thrust. Then I wrap my hand around her the front of her neck and squeeze a little, making the cock receptacle that is her throat tighter around him. I slide my hand up and down, trying to give him more sensation. I do check to make sure that she's still breathing and everything, but her comfort is obviously secondary to my baby's. It's an odd sort of intimacy to stroke your man's cock through another woman's throat.

He doesn't last long after this, naturally. His thrusts become faster and harder just before he cums. He begins spraying it down her throat, but slips in the intensity of the moment, and his cock comes free of her. This results in a thick, heavy spurt flying into the air and splashing me directly in the face, covering the dried semen from the night before with a fresh coat.

Neverminding that, I see that his source of stimulation is gone, and being the diligent girlfriend I am, my hands fly to his cock. I lean in and kiss along his chest and neck as my hands rapidly pump his cock through the rest of his orgasm.

Once he's done, we both take a breath and lay back down, resting on Eve's body, between us. I check, and yes, she's still breathing.

With the moment past, and my thoughts return to my surroundings, and I sit up, looking around.

"Where did that horrible woman go?" I ask, eyes widening.
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"That's... actually a very good question," Eli says, easing himself up and and giving the room a once-over.

"I think she was gone when we woke up," he reaches beside him and gently gives Eve a shake, "Eve, do you remember if Felicia was here when we started?"

"I remember only cock," she says, pointedly, without moving.

"Well where is she then?!" I begin to get a little nervous.

"I'm sure she's around here somewhere, maybe she went to the bathroom or the kitchen?" he yawns.

"Do I need to remind you that she is our captive, Eli?" I reach over and shake him, "She could be out there telling people what's going on here!"

"I doubt that," Eve sits up, "She seemed very taken with her experiences here, being imprisoned, notwithstanding. I'm fairly sure that so long as I offer her sexual access to Eli, we'll have no problem with her."

"You all are assuming a lot!" I throw up my hands, "We kidnapped her to keep her from telling people we were stealing corpses, then held her against her will in a cell and made her perform sexual acts on... you know this sounds a lot more fucked up when you say it all out loud?"

"Look, if you're so concerned, we'll just go find out. There's only so many places she can be hiding," he says.

"Eve," he reaches to her chest and gives one of her nipples a playful little pinch, to which she shivers in response, "Be a good girl and go look around, would you?"

She stares at him for a moment, and I'm not really sure what to expect of her, but she just nods compliantly and gets up, heading out of the room. I'll be damned.

I get up to follow her out of the room, and search the house myself, but a hand catches my wrist and promptly pulls me back. I stumble and fall into Eli's lap.

"Not so fast, Victoria, we have to talk," Eli tells me.

"What, now? We have to make sure she's-"

He presses his index finger to my lips, "What did you put in Eve?"

"Oh, that. I told you, I'd handle it. I've got it entirely under control," I assure him.

"What. Is. It." he asks again, "And it better not be a bomb."

"I told you it's not a bomb. It's not anything that explodes," I say.

His face remains stoic, "I better not hear the word 'implode', Victoria."

My eyes drift off in another direction, "Okay, well then you won't."

He rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs heavily.

"Look, you never said anything about implosions, Eli! So it's not as though I've-"

"What," he interrupts me, "What happens -after- the implosion, Victoria?"

"Well once the matter caught in the radius reaches critical density, the pressure will cause the mass to expand out rapidly in an expl... Eli that doesn't fucking count!" he just doesn't understand science, I swear!

His expression remains stern, "And, explain to me why vaginal sex was such a bad idea?"

"Oh, that," I clear my throat, "That one was kind of on me."
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Eli listens quietly while I explain the situation with the remote control. His expression doesn't really change. 'Tight lipped annoyance', is how I would describe it.

"And you're sure the remote is actually inside her?" he asks, "This isn't like with the cyborg beaver, where you thought you accidentally left the stun controller inside, making it go off randomly and piss it off, when it was really just ill-tempered and poorly programmed the whole time?"

"Babe, it was a groundhog. It's not like I'm going to leave remote controls in beavers twice. I would have made a mental note of that," I reassure him, "And I looked all over, that's the only place it can be."

"Why would vaginal sex be a problem, but anal isn't a risk? Aren't both risking activating it by pushing on her insides?" he asks.

"I mean, it's not that anal -isn't- a risk..." I start, but that was probably not the best way to explain it, judging from his expression.

"There's only so many places I could have left it arranged inside her uterus, and it's further away, so, it's sort of... look, Eli, wouldn't have let you fuck her at all if I thought it was that much of a risk," I tell him.

"Wouldn't have let her?" he quirks an eyebrow, "Your track record so far doesn't really suggest that you can stop her from doing anything."

"Okay. Fair point. But I did get her to go with anal, instead, so that's something," I put my hands on his cheeks, "You are the most important thing to me, so I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't think you'd be safe. Plus, I would have been caught in the vortex if it went off, anyways. I guarantee, if you stick with the butt sex, you'll be fine."

He sighs, but it's a sigh of acceptance, "Okay, but let's get that thing out of her, okay?" I think I've gotten somewhere.

"I am really sorry about all this, baby. Forgive me?" I give him the puppy dog eyes.

"Almost," he says with a nod.

"Almost? Wha-"

I yelp as he grabs me around the midsection and lifts me, rotating and dropping me across his lap, face down, my belly over his knees. I open my mouth to ask what he's doing, but that becomes utterly apparent when his hand comes down across my ass.

I jump in response, but I'm not going anywhere, Eli still has a firm hold on my waist. I gasp in, but don't manage to actually emit any sound in response. The second strike has me remedy that.

"Ow!" I shout, "Eli that hurts!"

"Yes, it's a spanking, Victoria, that's the idea," he says, quite calmly, before bringing his palm down on my ass, again.

"But -why- are you spanking me?!" I demand.

"Because someone has to. Victoria, did we not just finish speaking about the different ways that you've been a bad girl?" his hand makes a particularly loud slap this time.

"I've just been doing science! You can't punish me for trying to pursue progress!" I argue.

"There's progress, and there's unrestrained irresponsibility," he slaps again and again, alternating cheeks, "I've been too permissive with you, and have even been your accomplice. But that needs to stop. Someone has to get things back in order."

"Okay! Okay! Fine! You've made your point. You can stop the spanking now!" I beg.

I know better than to do anything but submit. Eli puts up with a lot, but when he gets all strict like this, there's no arguing with him. Or at least I find that I can't.

"No, you're basically enjoying this, so I doubt you've learned your lesson," he tells me.

"What?! I'm not enjoying-" I gasp a little as his hand slides between my legs, a finger effortlessly gliding into me.

Goddammit. Stupid pussy giving me away.
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"Okay, fine. Maybe I'm enjoying it a little, tiny bit. But that doesn't mean I don't get the-" I gasp as he presses his finger deeper, "Point!"

"You say that, and I think you even mean it, but there's a difference between having information, and really letting it sink in," he pumps his finger back and forth, "Just like our situation here, I think you knew what the risks with making Eve were, but I don't think you really processed it."

"Eli, if we waited until we've considered every possible danger and ethical responsibility that could arise from creations before we rush to release them on the world, we'd never advance as a species," his finger withdraws and he grabs my hips, pulling me backwards, "Hey! What are you doing?"

"I told you, we aren't done," he informs me, "Now spread your legs."

I don't really process what he's doing, which might have something to do with whatever point he was making. But in any case, my legs just sort of spread apart the moment he says it, my toes pressing to the floor as I still lay over his lap.

My body stiffens as the first slap comes from beneath, his hand coming up and impacting his palm quite squarely against my pussy. I don't really cry out, or even gasp, I just sharply breath through my nose as the pain shoots through me.

"Did that hurt?" he asks, very casually.

"Yes," my voice cracks.

"Good, I want you to count them. We'll go to five," he tells me.

"What?!" I demand, my body lifting up a little, which he calmly pushes back down, "I'm not going to participate in my own-"

I gasp sharply as his hand strikes between my legs again. This hurts noticeably more than the regular spanking did.

"We're done until you count five of them," he says, then brings his hand up again, feeling as if the whole palm is focused on my clit.

"Three," I sigh and acquiesce.

"A count does not begin at three, Victoria," he corrects me.

"What? But you'd already struck me twice!" I wince as his hand comes across my pussy again.

"I said we're not done until you count them. I'm not going to be responsible for keeping track of them," he says, and my whole body jolts as I'm struck again.

"One," I sigh.

"That's a good girl," he slaps my pussy again. This is really starting to sting. Being so wet before he starded didn't help.

"Two," I count, which is followed in short order by another. I swear he's hitting harder each time.

"Three," I say breathily.

Alright, this is actually starting to turn me on more, now. Maybe I'm becoming too numb to the pain, but the next one actually makes me shiver.

"Four," I gasp, my thighs quivering. Yeah, definitely getting me going, now. No doubt about it.

The last one is the hardest of all, echoing spectacularly off the walls. And I swear it almost makes me cum.

"F-five..." I finally whimper.

"There we go, I think you've learned your lesson," Eli says, his fingertips gently sliding along my sore pussy.

I pull myself up to sit in his lap, or as best as I can, given the obvious, "Am I forgiven then?" I ask, a hand sliding up his chest, "Maybe now I can start making it up to you."

"Forgiven, yes, but no sex," he kisses me and pulls me up with him as he stands, "I need to save my energy for Eve, you know."

"What? None at all?" I whine a little.

"Maybe later, if I'm feeling particularly strong," he pats my head, "But you're on anal-only for now."

My jaw drops a little, "What?! Why?!"

"I think it's only fair. If Eve can't have normal sex while that thing is in her, then neither can you," he rubs his chin, "Though I guess Iga is still on the good girl list. Speaking of which, I should probably get Eve to let her out of that cell."
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Searching the house becomes a lot more difficult than I had anticipated, considering the condition I'm in from the waist down. It still stings immensely, and I'm not sure if there's technically a female equivalent to blue balls, but if there is, this is it. Actually, it's odd that I don't know that for sure, that's a gap in my anatomical knowledge that I'll have to rectify.

It turns out that I don't need to enlist Eli's newfound authority over Eve to get her to let Iga out of the cell. It's a large house, and she agrees that we could use the extra help to search. Though I'm beginning to feel that it's a fruitless effort. That horrible woman has most certainly left the house, and one can only hope that she knows enough to keep her mouth shut about the whole affair.

I try to use the same argument about needing extra help to get Eve to remove the trigger for the Homing Hornet Holocaust from Eli, and let him leave the bedroom. She's much less enthused about that idea. As much as she seems to be receptive to him using a firm hand, she still seems reluctant to the idea of actually relinquishing control of where he goes.

When I'm confident that we've covered everything, and there's nowhere that she could be hiding, I head back to the bedroom, surmising that Eve will eventually find her way back there anyways. We need to have a team meeting about this.

Eve did not find her way back yet. Iga did, however. And I'm highly suspicious that she was really helping search at all, judging by how I find her.

"Iga!" I shout, demandingly.

She doesn't respond immediately, seeing as her mouth is full. She slowly pulls her head back and pushes hair from her eyes to look over at me. I don't think she even realized I'd come in until I spoke.

"Oh, Victoria! There you are. I couldn't find- mmph!" she's interrupted as Eli quickly guides her mouth back towards him and refills it with his cock.

"She couldn't find a trace of our guest, Victoria, so she came back here," Eli tells me, with a pleased sigh as she continues fellating him.

"That was awfully quick," I point out.

"Well, there were three of you searching, and you'd already started when you let Iga out of the cell, so it's not inconceivable that she could finish so quickly," Eli says, "At least that's what Iga told me."

"Yes, you see- mm-mph!" she begins before Eli redirects her again.

"I thought you said something about needing to save energy for Eve?" I cross my arms.

"Well this wasn't exactly planned, it just sort of happened. And plus, different girl. Remember what you said about the Coolidge Effect?" he starts to rationalize, before his eyes dart way from me, "Speak of the devil!"

"She is not here," Eve says, flatly.

"What, the devil?" Eli quirks an eyebrow.

"No. Felicia is not on the premises," there's no evidence that Eve understood the joke.

I sigh, "Yes, I could have told you-"

"She has also stolen your car," she continues.

"God. Dammit," I sigh heavily.
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This story is so much fun. I love how it's light and funny yet still manages to be fucking hot.
>>94

"Wait, which car?" Eli asks, in between pushing up against Iga's mouth.

"Obviously she means my car, your creepy van is fine, she's not going to steal that," I rub the bridge of my nose.

"Creepy?! I take exception to that, babe," he says, looking as annoyed as a man can get while he's currently receiving a oral sex.

"Eli, it's a windowless white van without half of the back seats," I explain.

"Yes. Iga calls it the rapemobile," Eve chimes in.

Eli looks down at her, again as annoyed as one can get at someone currently blowing them.

"What? It's kinda rapey," Iga parts her lips from his cock, "Just calling a spade a spade. That's what a person sees when someone has a windowless van or an El Camino."

I fail to stifle a laugh at that last part. Eli stares knives for a second, but no one else here actually knows that he drove an El Camino when we met.

"There's nothing rapey here. Now get back to sucking, godammit," he shoves her head down forcefully on his cock, to the point that she gags just a little.

Eve and I almost simultaneously make a similar 'unf' sort of noise at seeing that. Seeing him choke my lab assistant with his cock would have been an offensive sight a few months ago. Life is weird, that way.

"I'll remind you that we were only able to build Eve -because- of my 'creepy' van being used to steal corpses... Okay, I kind of see where you're going with it, now," he relents, "But still."

The room is quiet for a few moments, bar the conspicuously loud fellatious sounds of Iga going to town on Eli.

"What now, then?" I ask aloud, more to myself than anything.

"We'll wait for them to finish," Eve says.

"I mean about our escapee," I clarify.

"Yes, first we watch them finish, then we figure that out," she reiterates.

"Time is of the essence here, Eve," I grab one of her shoulders and shake it, "We can't just sit around watching her blow him while that bitch gets further away from here, and closer to any authorities."

Eve pauses for a long moment, looking at me, and then gives a sharp nod, "You're right. This would go faster if she mounted his cock. Good thinking, Victoria."
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This story is a lotta fun OP, I like where the butt stuff is going.
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Eve walks over and grabs Iga by the hair, without skipping a beat, and pulls her back from Eli's cock, then begins to forcefully disrobe her like she's an object. Kinda hot. Iga doesn't really resist, which might be surprise, but I think we've all come to terms that fighting her is not going to make her stop whatever it is she's doing.

"Eve! You... Wait, you want me to fuck him?" she asks of the new behavior.

"Yes. And we will watch. It will be good," Eve explains, pulling Iga out of her panties.

"Victoria, did I miss something?" Iga looks to me, steadying herself against the manhandling.

"Eve... developed some new interests while you were indisposed," I clear my throat, "I'm not entirely sure why she-"

"Victoria showed me the miracle that is cuckqueaning," Eve phrases it entirely inaccurately, "Now start bouncing on Eli's cock, we are eager to see it."

"Guess I can't argue with a request like that, can I, Eli?" she asks, rhetorically. Actually, is there a word that describes some sort of mixture of rhetorical and smug? Cause that's what it was.

Eli doesn't respond, of course, other than a quiet 'oof' as Iga shoves him back on the bed and crawls over top of him. She makes sure to move very slowly, and let us see her sink down down every inch on his cock. At first I take it for her just being kind of a bitch, just because, but then I realize she might be trying to play into Eve's new fetish and use that to assert some power over her.

Which completely works, by the way. I can see Eve's pupil's dilating while she leans in like some eager slut. That her face is right next to mine to see this is entirely incidental.

So for now, I'll just have to consider Iga to be acting bitchy and clever and helpful at the same time, just to be sure. It only makes sense.

"Eli was just telling me you both lost your... unf..." she makes an extra effort to punctuate when he fills her, "...your pussy privileges. I didn't imagine it was because you'd both decided to become giant cucks."

Guess that clears it up. Not being helpful and clever.

"Guess I'll just have to work over time, right Eli?" she doesn't let him answer, on account of she becomes busy shoving her tongue down his throat.

Eve is staring intently. But she seems more lost in thought, than aroused. I can tell because the fingers going between her legs slow and then stop. I don't care for it when she thinks to much.

"Victoria!" she turns, and grabs me by the sides of my face. I'll remind you where her fingers were, "You need to swap my pussy with Iga's!"

"I'm sorry - what?" that was low on the list of shit I expected her to say.
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"You gave me the tightest pussy here," Eve explains, "It's tighter than yours, and it's even tighter than Iga's. That's the one that he should be getting."

I sigh, "So why don't you just fuck him yourself- wait, what did you mean that it's 'even tighter than Iga's'? I don't like what you're impl-"

"I can't be a proper cuckquean if I have the tightest one, and I'm not giving it to him," she continues to be crazy, "So swap mine with hers, and it'll be-"

"The human vagina is not like a disk in a drive, Eve! You can't just swap them out all the time like that!" I argue.

"But isn't that what you did before?" she kind of makes a valid point. Kind of.

"I know what I did, Eve, but we're not doing that. Besides, I don't think Iga would agree to my removing part of her reproductive system," I grab Eve's hands and lower them from my face.

"I don't see what that has to do with anything. I can easily overpower her for long enough for you to sedate her, and she'd have the superior pussy in the end, anyways," Eve says.

"That's... I..." okay, considering her current behavior, I think about that longer than I should have, "No. No, no, no. Her pussy is staying where it is, and that's final. I don't think that sort of transplant would take to a normal human who hasn't been reanimated.

Fortunately, Iga doesn't seem to take notice of our conversation. She's a little... occupied.

Eve looks very nonplussed. I'm pretty sure I'm riding on the coat tails of Eli's slightly inconsistent dominance over her, that she isn't forcing the issue. I can't help but sense that this is going to become another problem if I don't do something to remedy Eve's newfound pursuit of excellence in cuckqueaning.

"Look, Eve, having a tight pussy isn't all there is to sex," I try explaining to a blank stare.

"Okay. So if we posit that a tight pussy is of utmost importance, than wouldn't it follow that big cocks are also of utmost importance?" I begin a risky rhetorical argument.

"Go on," Eve narrows her eyes.

"And if that's the case, then it would also follow that you'd a man with the largest. Eli is certainly respectable, but there's obviously much larger men in the world," I tell her.

The narrow eyes widen, "You are trying to steal Eli from me by convincing me to purse other men!"

"No! No, no, no, no, no! Absolutely not!" well, yes. I didn't really expect it to work, but it was worth a try. Not the main thrust of the argument. Also what the fuck does she think she means by 'steal'?

I clear my throat, "So, point being, you're fixated on Eli to the exception of others, yes? But it's not like he's hung like some farm animal, so obviously there's more to your interest than cock size. If that's the case, a woman can be superior without having a bench vise between her legs, right?"

"You're saying... you believe Iga is sexually superior to us?" Eve tilts her head to the side.
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My eye twitches a little, "N-no, Eve. That's not really what I meant. I mean that a woman -can- be sexually superior, without having to have the smallest, tightest vagina there is."

"But if she's not superior to us anyways, wouldn't having a tigher pussy be better? Then she would be closer to being superior," Eve says.

"Iga is never going to be superior to us, Eve!" I grab her shoulders, "Have you seen how short she is?"

"She is very small and insignificant," Eve says, looking over to examine Iga bouncing on Eli's cock.

"Right?!" I exclaim, I almost feel like we're bonding, "And her understanding of science is-"

"That does mean she can manage certain sexual positions that we can't," Eve ruins the moment.

"Nonsense, Eve! She is our sexual inferior, and you know it! She doesn't have my genius, and you are the manifestation of my genius, so obviously we're superior in the bedroom," I shake Eve. It's important she understands this.

"What does genius have to do with performing sexually or pleasing men?" she seems genuinely confused.

"...Eve. You just don't understand men," I sigh.

"What are you guys talking about?" Iga turns back, brushing the hair from her eyes, "I keep hearing my name."

"Adults talking, Iga," I dismiss her.

"What? Eve is... unf..." she pauses on account of all the penis inside of her, "Eve is like a month old."

I just stare at her, like I do when I'm waiting for her to go back to whatever she's doing. Which is in this case, Eli, and honestly should keep her too busy to talk.

"And I'm the only one here getting laid," she smirks, "Just saying. Seems like that makes me the adult."

Eli clears his throat loudly.

"Oh, Eli is too. But he's a boy, so that doesn't count," she keeps risking herself with the smirk, "So as far as- HEY!"

I didn't plan to shove my thumb up her ass, I really didn't. It was almost like a reflex. It had to be done. Iga is basically my best friend. At least in a technical sense, in that I don't have many friends, so she's the best by default. Mostly due to her being willing to stay around the longest, and having not met any sort of tragic, but scientifically important, fate. That's not something a scientist can say about all their lab assistants. At least, it's not something I can say.

But she's also being kind of a smug bitch while riding my boyfriend's cock, and I need to convince Eve that Iga can be used to satisfy Eli, while also making it clear that she is clearly not enough on her own to be the least bit competitive with me. So I'm going to need to use her body as a glorified sex toy. More so, I mean. As a means to show that I'm still superior here. And the thumb in the ass is what came to mind first. It also shut her up.

Okay, so the shutting her up part was what came to mind first, and the rest only occurred to me after my thumb was already mid-anus, but the idea still stands. If we can manipulate her to make her tighter, or the experience otherwise more pleasant for Eli, it makes me right and proves my point to Eve. Whatever that was. Genius can be a burden, but it can also come in handy.
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"Ow! Victoria, what the hell are you doing?!" she complains, as I suspected she would. Doesn't stop moving her hips, though, so at least that good work ethic comes through.

"I'm sticking my th-"

"I know what you're doing!" she snaps back, as if she didn't just ask.

"I'm attempting to enhance the experience for Eli," I calmly explain, and shove my thumb deeper.

Eli chimes in, unnecessarily, "Actually, the experience is already rather-"

"Your input isn't needed on this, Eli," I tell him in the sing-song fashion as I sometimes do when I need to remind him that this is science and he should really let the professionals deal with it.

"Does that enhancement need to involve things in my ass?" Iga complains.

"That's a stupid question, Iga, and you know it," I pull my thumb out and force my first two fingers in instead.

Eve seems genuinely interested and comes closer to watch, while I pump my fingers in and out. Iga, hwoever, seems displeased with this addition and tries to pull away, but also seems intent on continuing to ride Eli's cock, so it's not like she can go anywhere to get away.

"How does this enhance the experience?" Eve asks.

"It doesn't, she's just trying to- mphphmmphphmph!" Iga didn't count on that I have another hand.

"There's only so much room down there, especially in one so small like Iga, so shoving something up her ass will put pressure on her pussy. And plus, if it causes any discomfort, that will tighten her up too," I explain, trying to sound like I'm not making things up as I go, "Additionally, if I press hard enough, I can feel the force of Eli's cock, and apply more pressure on it, to increase the sensation."

"This is what you meant," Eve nods, "Iga is inferior, but if we manipulate her body, we can make sex better for Eli."

"Yes! That's exactly what I totally and completely was getting at when I said that," I nod sagely, "Very good Eve... OW!"

That boyfriend fucking dwarf bit me! The nerve!

"I'm not inferior, and I'm not a sex doll, thank you very much!" Iga complains, while we use her inferior body as a sex doll.
>>334
>"I'm not inferior, and I'm not a sex doll, thank you very much!" Iga complains, while we use her inferior body as a sex doll.
Victoria being the adult in the room as usual. I’m glad Eve is finally learning some sense.
>>334

"You are. You are both inferior and exist as sex toys for me and Eli," Eve absurdly implies that I'm somehow in that same category with Iga.

"That's not correct, Eve," Eli disputes, my baby obviously coming to my defense.

"You mean to say 'sex toys for Eli and I', Eve," he says, "It's a common mistake."

Eli is technically correct, I can't fault his grammar. But being passive on this sex toy business isn't right, and just because we've roleplayed that exact scenario before doesn't change it. It is kind of hot, though, so I can't really find it in myself to say anything just now.

"Okay, can we talk about the biting, Iga?" I say, examing my hand,

"When you stop shoving things into me!" she snaps.

"Iga it's not like this is the first time for that. I'm not comfortable with you just biting things on your mouth. Eli shouldn't have to be concerned about that," I scold her.

"Let me try," Eve announces, out of nowhere, and puts her fingers into Iga's ass.

I don't mean she removed my hand or anything, she just kind of shoved the first to fingers of her hand in beside mine. Went in a lot easier than I thought. I think Iga was lying about not doing anal before we, um, coaxed her into it.

She doesn't scream or anything, she just kind of lets out a breathless gasp and freezes up. A fair reaction, really. Four fingers from two different hands, up the ass, without any proper lube, that's a lot at once, I'll admit that. I withdraw my fingers, but obviously Eve does not.

"You're right. I can feel Eli thrusting when I push my fingers in there," Eve confirms, starting to piston them in and out.

"See? There's all sorts of useful-"

"I bet if I put my whole hand in there, I could almost masturbate him through her ass," Eve posits with an uncomfortable level of sincerity.

"Eve, no. Anatomy doesn't really work that way, and there's only so much stress Iga's ass can take, honestly. Let's stick to the fingers," I explain to Eve.

"She's stopped moving," Eve observes, then shoves a third finger into Iga's ass. It's already taken the four, so I can't exactly say she's overdoing it.

"Move, Iga. Eli will get soft at this rate. You are being a bad lab assistant," Eve continues.

"I'll continue when you get your fingers out of there!" Iga reaches back to try to shoo her away, but we all know that isn't happening.

"I object, Eve. Iga is a very good lab assistant. She's just a bad sexual partner," I correct Eve.

Eli chimes in again, "I don't know about that-"

"Hush Eli, not now," I say, waving a hand at him, without turning.
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"You will continue moving," Eve commands, that extra set of hands clapping onto Iga's hips, and begins to forcefully move her, while still pushing fingers up the poor girl's ass.

Okay, I'm actually feeling a little guilty about using Iga as our sex toy. A little. Then again, I remember that she was fucking my boyfriend behind my back, which I technically told her to do, but she was still doing it while I didn't know because of the amnestic serum, and she knew that I didn't know, so it's still sort of dishonest when you think about it. So I don't feel too bad. I do wish Eve wouldn't be so rough, but using psychology to manipulate Iga into doing things, like a civilized person, is probably beyond Eve's capability.

The direct route is actually working pretty good for Eve. I still don't entirely agree with the four armed abomination thing; I mean, I agreed enough to do it, but it's still weird. But it does seem to come in handy for her. Which is an unintentional pun, but I didn't say it out loud, so I can still claim it was on purpose.

Two hands on Iga's hips, one grabbing her hair, and the last with its fingers up her ass. Eve has turned Iga into a sexual marionette. A little ironic given Eve's whole Pinocchio status. Iga stops resisting it pretty quick, in all honestly. Practical, given Eve's track record with getting her way, but I would have still struggled longer. I can't expect Iga to have my level of willpower, though.

She actually seems to start getting into it. I think. It's hard to tell if she is when Eve is doing all the sexual movements for her. I feel like Eli is getting a bit left out of this though. Yes, they're using his cock like a piece of industrial machinery, but it's lacking any sort of personal, intimate touch.

I sit on the bed, next to where his head lays, and gently stroke his hair. He looks up and we manage to share a short, quiet moment between us. Quiet in the figurative sense, I mean, there's still a lot of grunting and moaning going on, and an increasing amount of it sounds like Iga is really enjoying herself.

He reaches over and grabs my head, giving it a little squeeze each time he thrusts back. My other hands is... busy. I take the opportunity to just watch him. His chest rising and falling, the sweat on his forhead; it's the little things about watching a reassembled corpse aggressively manipulate the body of a petit woman on your boyfriend's cock that you have to stop and enjoy sometimes.

I'm not the only one. Iga's squeaky little moans get sharper until Eve makes her cum all over Eli's cock. She doesn't stop moving her body afterwards, either, she keeps shoving the increasingly worn out girl down on his cock. I do approve of that, Iga has no business stopping until she's done. And by 'she's done', I mean when Eli is done.

It doesn't take long, even if we've been pushing him to his limits for so many weeks. I see all the little signs that I'm familiar with. The increased breath, the body langauge, the way he grips my hand tighter and tighter until he finally goes off, his whole body stiffening as he empties himself into Iga.

I smile and lean down to kiss him, while he finishes. I move to lay down next to him, thinking we're done, but Iga takes my spot. More accurately, Eve pulls her off him and haphazardly throws her down onto the bed beside him, before sinking down on his drenched cock like she expects it to taste like chocolate.

He recoils a little, clearly more sensitive now, but doesn't try to stop her. Just picking his battles, I suppose, letting Eve have what she wants now and then isn't so bad. After all, it's me he smiles at while her mouth is on him.
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>>351

We're going to need to extend our search outside the house if we're going to find the corpse counter. That's a fact. She has left the premises and is now a liability. Granted, the extent to which she seemed to enjoy being a sexual parasite on Eli makes it not absolute that she'll say things she shouldn't about how we're breaking new ground that the rest of the scientific community is too much of a bunch of cowards to embrace. But we can't take that chance.

So naturally, it's necessary for Iga to go out and check her places of employment for any signs of her, since that's really our only lead on where she could be. Iga herself gave a lot of resistance to the idea of it being specifically her, claiming that this was "a ruse to get me out of the house to get rid of sexual competition". Which is true, but she doesn't really know that, so it doesn't count.

If Iga has the only pussy Eli is using right now - on account of him being a big meanie that I still somehow can't say no to, because it's especially sexy when he gets domineering - then it only makes sense to find a way to remove her from the equation. If she's not here, if he wants pussy, he'll have to make an exception to the whole anal-only pussy-embargo he's got on Eve and I.

He is, of course, asleep when I finally convince Iga that she'd be the most capable on reconaissance. So I'm left waiting, for the time being. I'd just jump him while he's sleeping, but he actually might need some rest, given that we've collectively used his cock as a cum faucet for weeks.

I take the free moment to go back down to the lab. That's what I usually do when I'm left with free time to think. It's not til I get down there that I realized that I've also not done any real science for weeks, at least that wasn't coerced by Eve to augment her. I'm actually kind of at a loss, with no specific plans and nothing coming to mind. The only thing that I want to do is, you know, -that-.

I'm too proud to stoop to just masturbating in my lab when I have a perfectly functioning boyfriend upstairs, and all I have to do is just wait a little longer for him to get some rest. And besides, this is what Eve wants, for me to give up on Eli being my primary sexual outlet, and start masturbating in private like some sad little lab assistant that can't get her own man. I don't have proof that Iga is a serial masturbator, but you know she is.

I tell myself all this for the first five minutes or so, and then my hands are in my panties. This is what I'm driven to. But it's not like I can just sit here being horny, I'll never get any work done. This is a purely pragmatic masturbation session. One quick cum, and I'll be right as rain, and I can get back to using my genius to find a way to improve this whole situation.

I'd never really thought about how the slab is right at crotch level, but here we are. The corner isn't quite rounded. It's got enough point to get sensation, but not enough that it gives any discomfort for me to grind against. It's quite nice really.

Odd to think that this is where it started, when Eve first woke up and grabbed Eli, and mounted him right on this very table that I'm humping. Alarming at first, a little hot in retrospect, remembering how her freshly animated pussy just clenched down on him right here in front of me, while she pinned him helplessly there and made him into her personal...

Dammit! She takes my boyfriend, and then she's even invading my fantasies about him. It's enough Eve! As soon as I finish up here, it's back to fantasies about him and me, none of this cuckquean madness.
>>395
I think it’s very encouraging that Victoria is being so sensible about this, but then she isn’t a cuckquean. I’m sure I’d be a lot hornier than her in this situation.
>>410

That's nice anon, but please sage so people don't get their hopes up when they see this thread bumped.
>>395

"Someone told me she had work to do in the lab. This is not really what I expected," Eli announces out of nowhere, and his arms coil around my waist from behind.

I jump in surprise, which only causes me to push harder against the corner of the slab. I choke back a gasp.

"You scared the hell out of me, babe. Don't do..." it occurs to me where we are, "Wait, how did you get out of the bedroom?"

I turn around for him to show me that he has improvised. He's somehow removed the Homing Hornet Holocaust Hive from its anchors in the ceiling. He's fastened some ropes to it and is wearing it like a backpack. I'm kind of impressed, really. Not sure it would have occurred to me to just take the thing with you. My genius sometimes gives me blind spots like that.

"How did you get that thing down?" I tilt my head.

"Iga smuggled me some tools and a ladder before she left," he explains, "Getting it off the ceiling wasn't hard, but I was afraid it would fall and break open. All it cost me were a few sexual favors."

"No, it's pretty solid, it should stay... I'm sorry, sexual favors?" I narrow my eyes.

"Just the usual stuff," he shrugs, "Apparently the house rule is that we can't let Eli shower and stay not covered in vaginal liquids for more than an hour. I've had worse problems."

"She's getting awfully entitled when it comes to you," I tell him, "She needs a good talking to."

"You did basically give her a free pass," he says, "She's basically part of our sex life now. Not much we can do."

"That's awfully defeatist attitude, Mister," I poke a finger at his chest, "That's not going to get her to behave. I almost don't think you're concerned about her attitude."

"Hey now, I'm the one that has to fuck her like twice a day," he pokes back, pressing his finger against one of my boobs, "Have you seen how short she is? Pinning her up against the wall is murder on my back."

I can't help but laugh at that. He does know just what to say.

"While you're here, and since apparently everyones covering you with their fluids, how about a fresh coat?" I lean in and press up against him.

"That was the least sexy come on I think I've ever heard, baby. Also, nice try, Ms. Anal-Only," he shakes his head.
>>419

"Oh come on!" I pout at him.

"You make a compelling argument, Victoria," he smirks, "But I'm afraid not. Didn't think I'd forget, did you?"

"Yes! I did" I lean in again, "No one else is here. They don't have to know."

"But -I- would know," he closes his eyes and gently shakes his head, "You wouldn't want that lying on my conscience, would you? Besides, Eve is totally still here. Just because she isn't in this room doesn't mean she wouldn't find us. How would she feel if she found out I was going back on my anal-only word."

"She wouldn't find... wait, she doesn't even know you decided that!" I exclaim.

"Well obviously, I would tell her. It's a matter of honor. What kind of man would I be to be worthy of my harem, with no honor?" he asks.

"It's not a harem," I narrow my eyes.

"It factually is, babe," he says, quite patronizingly, "Don't worry. You're the head girl. Or the bottom. Or however it works. I'm not versed in pimp terminology."

I just stare at him.

"What? You don't find that thinking of it as a harem is hot?" he puts a hand on my shoulder.

"That's not the point!"

He looks confused, "Well what is the point, then?"

"I don't know, Eli!" I throw my hands up.

"Are you okay?" he furrows his brow a little.

"Of course not!" I yell, "I'm all pent up, and you won't fuck me properly!"

"Ah, should I just leave you and your table in peace, to finish?" he steps back and turns, as if to leave, while he barely tries to stifle a smirk.

"It's a slab, and-" my eye twitches.

All right, that's enough. No more Miss Nice Scientist. I'm having that cock. I rush at him and grab him by the belt, wrestling it open and reaching inside.

"Hey!" he laughs, haphazardly pushing me back.

"Hey nothing, you're going to fuck me, and you're going to do it right, Mister!" I grab his shaft and yank his pants down.

"Is this an attempted rape?" he remains infuriatingly calm.

"Science requires sacrifices!" I exclaim.

"This is science... how?" he asks.

"If I can't think straight, I can't science straight. Obviously. What, do I need to draw you a diagram?" I try to pull him back over to the table by the cock, but the weight difference between us makes it rather impossible.
>>426
>do I need to draw you a diagram?
Maybe she does. He’s a little slow on the uptake sometimes. Also we would like to see it. For science.
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>>426

"What exactly is it that you're trying to 'science' down here, anyways?" Eli asks, infuriatingly nonchalantly.

"That's not important right now," I grumble and try to pull him again. This has actually managed to get him hard, but I'm not closer to getting him inside me.

"That's not a handle, you know. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop pulling it like your unrolling a garden hose," he puts a hand on mine.

"If you'd get over here and fuck me, it wouldn't be necessary," I glare at him.

He studies me a moment and sighs, "Okay that's enough. Be careful what you ask for."

He grabs me and spins my whole body around, pushing me forward where he promptly grabs me by the back of the neck and bends me over the slab. I wasn't actually trying to provoke him into being forceful with me, but that works, too.

He grabs the back of my pants and pulls them down almost to my knees in a single, fluid motion. I shiver a little cool air hits my skin, but relax the moment his hand touches my pussy. I try to push back against him, but he's being a teasing little jerk.

His fingers go up and down the lips, but he doesn't touch my clit, again, because he's being a pain. This is followed by his first two fingers finally plunging into me. Fuck. Yes. He thrusts them in and out, and just when I think we're finally getting somewhere, he pulls them out.

"Baby, don't st-" I turn back to protest, but he promtply grabs the back of my head and turns me back to face forward again.

A sharp gasp jumps out of my lungs as those same fingers rush into my ass, still slick from my pussy. He pumps them in and out, lubing my rear. I know what he's doing, and I whine audibly.

"What did you think was going to happen?" he responds to my vocalizations, "I made it pretty clear what the rules were."

I brace myself when I feel the head of his cock against my ass. Okay, I don't -dislike- anal. I think it has its place and it can be fun. But he somehow managed to have three women to fuck living in the house, and really the other two should be doing anal duty. Especially considering that my pussy is fucking screaming for attention.

The screams fall on deaf ears, however, as he pushes his cock up my ass anyways. Speaking of screaming, I don't manage one there, either. My whole rear stiffens up and I gasp sharply, nearly choking on my own air.

That was... not enough lubrication. He had to know that. It was deliberate, he meant to make it rough by not making me slick enough, he meant it to hurt a little. Intentional, to be rough and punish me. God I fucking love him.
>>428

There is the slight possibility that I owe Iga an apology for pushing her into this anal stuff so quickly. Having not done it in awhile, I sort of forgot exactly the level of... displacement that Eli manages during anal sex. It's a little intense.

I consider asking him to slow down or be more gentle, but that will probably egg him on to do the opposite. What I really want, at this moment, is to reach down and rub my clit, being that it's screaming for attention more than ever. I almost manage it, except that he chooses that moment to grab my wrists and pin me down to the table with them.

This only exacerbates the situation. Normally, the aggression would be welcome, but right now, I need to fucking cum.

"Baby... my hands..." I eek out in between thrusts.

"What about them?" he pretends he doesn't know exactly what he's doing.

"May I have them back?" I plead.

"No," he says, quite authoritatively.

"Please?" I whimper.

"But I like holding them like this. Why would you need them right now?" he grabs my wrists even tighter.

"To, you know..." I do my best to gesture downwards while being pinned down face first and without the use of my hands.

"I don't follow," he most assuredly does.

"Eli!" I whine, "Let me touch myself!"

"Oh, this isn't enough? Someone was begging to get fucked," he breathes out between pants.

"You...! Mmph!" I have a little trouble speaking with rearranging my innards with his cock, "You know I can't cum from just this!"

"That sounds like quitter talk, Victoria," he says, and I can almost hear the sound of his head shaking disapprovingly.

"Pleease! I need it!" I shout.

"But what if I need you to not cum?" he leans down and whispers into my ear, "You feel so good when your all pent up like this. Maybe I want to keep you this way."

I frustratedly thrash around and whine and moan at how that's actually really hot, and the idea of not cumming while he fucks me makes me even hornier and want to cum even more. This is some Catch-22 shit. And I'm sure my thrashing and clenching on his cock is not going to to change his mind that I should cum.

"It's too much, baby," I whimper, surprised at how pathetic I manage to sound, "I really need it bad."

"You don't -need- it," he argues, "You -want- it. And I assure you, no woman has ever died or combusted or anything from lack of orgasm."

"You don't know that!" I correct him, "I'm the scientist here, and I'll have you know there's cases that are quite suspicious of being caused by that exact thing!"

There aren't, but he doesn't know that.
>>431

"Really?" he asks, slowing his thrusts a little.

"Yes! Absolutely, there totally are, I'm sure," holy shit, is he really falling for that?

"Huh. Interesting," he punctuates his statement with a rough thrust that grinds me back against the corner of the slab, causing a shiver to rush through me.

I want to point out how he's still going, even though he established that I could burst into flames at any moment, but I get distracted by the slab once more.

"Well it's a good thing that you've conquered death, so we don't have to worry about you dying from denial," he entwines his fingers with mine from behind, still holding my hands in place, "We can always just bring you back."

"I'm the only one qualified to do- Mph!" I somehow manage to choke a bit from having my ass occupied, "I'm the only one that can do that!"

"Nonsense, we have Iga!" he laughs, "In addition to providing me with pussy, she can also reanimate my girlfriend. I'm glad you hired her."

"That's ridiculous, Eli, there's no way Iga can do that without me!" I do manage to start grinding more against the slab, but it's still not quite enough.

"What, she can't follow your notes? And here I thought you were so fastidious in your record keeping, like a good scientist," he grunts in between statements, "See, this is why you have to be an anal only girl from now on. Slacking in your science."

"It's not a matter of how good my notes are..." I turn my head back as much as I can, "The hell do you mean 'from now on'?!"

He laughs and reaches down to scoop me up and pull me against him. He releases my hands, but unfortunately still manages to pin my arms to my chest, so that I'm not free to move them.

"I'm just teasing, babe," he whispers, and kisses my neck, "I wasn't just saying it, you're a great fuck when you're all pent up like this. So maybe I'll just keep you anal only for a few years."

"Think you're funny, don't you?" I grumble at him.

"Pretty much. You'll laugh later. And besides, it takes a lot of focus to be this amazing, how many guys can make jokes when the world's most brilliant scientist is strangling their cock like a bench vise?" he moans and presses my own hands to my own breasts.

"You're just trying to butter me up with that talk," I squeak out, his thrusts getting deeper.

"Trying, but not -quite- there yet," he shifts positions and angles my pussy right at the corner of the slab, starting to pound me right against.

"...Fuck, baby," I moan, pushing my clit against that stone corner each time he shoves his cock into me.

"See, it's not all bad, being my little anal slut, is it?" he whispsers.

"N-no... no it's not..." I swallow hard.

"You love to take it up the ass, knowing other girls get my cock in their tight little pussies," he licks at my ear.

Part of me wants to pause and argue that, but I'm stuck in the moment, and quite frankly, hearing it makes my clit throb, "Fuck yes, baby. Fuck... I'm almost there."

No sooner do I announce how close I am, then he goes over the edge. I feel him throb in me, like he'll swell and tear me apart, as he empties himself in me. I approach that crest of pleasure, myself.

And then the doorbell rings.

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor is a weird choice for a doorbell chime, now that I think of it. And it completely breaks my concentration. Once I regain my composure, he's finished cumming into me, and he pulls out.

"Baby!" I cry out as he takes away his beautiful cock, leaving my body feeling empty and aching.

"Hm?" he says, all too casually.

"But! You didn't finish!"

"Really? What's leaking down your thighs, then?" he zips up his pants.

"I mean me!" I shout, frustrated.

"I never said I was going to make you cum. What kind of anal slut gets to cum whenever she wants to? That's just silly," he laughs, "If you're really that desperate, you're free to finish on your own. I won't stop you."

I nearly scream, "You're just fucking with me!"

"I sure am, baby," he leans in and kisses me, "I've got to go grab the door, we can't have Eve answering it to strangers, now can we?"
>>450

I make sure to remind him to grab his 'backpack' before he goes. That's still a weird thing to answer the door with, but I suppose it's preferable to try to explain that than it is to explain the strange woman with four arms.

As it turns out, however, it's for not, because Eve does beat us to the door. She is, however, wearing clothes. If you count a bathrobe she hasn't quite tied as clothes. But it's better than nothing.

The stitch marks that come up her neck and face that I haven't been able to get rid of completely, are still there, but that's less weird to explain away, and most wouldn't even bother to wonder about a few scars. Unless they're prone to suspicion, like if they're law enforcement or something.

Which of course they are, because obviously. Why wouldn't it be a cop at our door at the worst possible time?

"...and someone in the neighborhood reported a person acting a bit suspicious, fit the description of our missing person. So we're really just checking all the houses in the area, asking if anyone's seen her," it's a surprisingly attractive female officer talking to Eve.

She leans against the doorframe and tips her hat up a little at Eve, "But you, uh, don't really look too much like the kidnapper type, so I'm not too worried about that."

She's making some serious eyes at Eve, apparently oblivious to Eve's own fairly blank expression. If this cop is corrupt and a lesbian, I could probably make this work. I'm not above pimping out Eve if it'll get us out of trouble. Iga too, when she gets home"

"Oh, you must be the homeowners that... Eve was it?" the cop turned back to her for a second, "That Eve mentioned. Doing some yardwork?" she asks.

It takes me a moment to realize the Homing Hornet Holocaust bears a passing resemblance to one of those heavy duty leaf blowers.

"Uh, yes, something like that. Can we help you?" I ask.

She looks me over, but only gives a passing glance to Eli. Dyke confirmed.

"Oh, just out asking about-"

"She's looking for that woman we haven't seen," Eve interrupts her, "The one that hasn't been here that we don't know anything about."

The cop raises an eyebrow and looks intently at Eve, before laughing, "You are just too much, missy. I might have to bring you in for being too damn cute, you know that?"

I feign some brief laughter to match it, "I can't say we've seen anything unusual. Sorry!"

"Oh, I didn't think so. Just checking everyone out," she pulls out a piece of paper from a bundle and hands it over, "If you do see her, just give us a call, number's on the bottom."

It is indeed a picture of that horrid woman, but the cop seems convinced that there's nothing unusual. I never thought that Eve would ever charm anyone, being an autistic walking corpse, but here we are.

Don't worry, she ruins it. Eve stands there with her arms crossed and reaches out to grab the flyer. Without uncrossing said arms. The third appendage coming out from under her robe is not something the officer misses, unfortunately.

"What the..." her eyes turn to dinner plates.

"Eve!" I hiss, angrily.

She looks over at me, then down, and the fourth arm comes out to close the robe that's falling open, as if that's the problem. My eye twitches.

The cop backs up, hand on her holster, "What's going on here?"

Eve takes attention to the officer's reaction and makes everything worse, all her hands pulling back and causing the robe to drop off of one shoulder, exposing her and her abnormalities, putting any questions about them to bed.

Our cop reaches up to the radio on her shoulder, and I'm sure all of our collective assholes clench. Fast twitch muscle fibers save the day, however. Or make it way worse, it's kind of hard to tell. One of Eve's arms snaps forward and the side of a fist comes down squarely on the officers head. She tumbles to the ground in a heap.

"Eve!" I scream.

"Should... I not have done that?" she asks with genuine confusion.

"I... I don't know!" I shout, then sigh in exasperation, "Let's... let's just get her out of the doorway. Help me get her to the lab before she wakes up."
>>467
Aw, fuck. Now there's a timer running. I wonder what'll have to happen now? Eve is a dedicated cuckquean so there's no doubt that she needs Eli's cock to be in the new girl, so the new girl needs to be straight. That's just how it is. I'm sure she'll see reason.
>>474
Reason is as reason does after all, and there's going to need to be quite a lot of things being done.
>>467

Eli abruptly grabs my hand, "I'm sorry... what's the syringe for?"

"Well she'll wake up any moment," I explain, "Unconsciousness from head injuries generally don't last that long, and we can't have her being... herself, you know?"

"So it's a sedative? I'm a litte uncomfortable with how you phrased that," he says, but lets my hand go.

I tie off her arm and find a vein, pushing the needle in, "Not... exactly. It's a few things, really. Some muscle relaxants and barbituates, sodium pent... you know, other stuff. She should be much more pliant and cooperative when she wakes up."

"I'm concerned that you had this just at the ready," he rubs the bridge of his nose, "Why do we need her to be high as a kite, exactly?"

"We need to know what she knows, obviously!" I shake my head at him, "If she's looking for that horrible woman, and wound up here, we need to know how much of a risk this investigation poses."

"No, she's right," Eve chimes in, staring down at the officer, "Her being very suggestible is important if we're going to get her to have sex with Eli."

Eli and I instantly catch eyes with an equal appreciation for the unexpected, yet entirely expected addition from Eve.

"Eve, I'm not adding 'rapist' to my repetoire of crimes that I've mostly been just an accomplice to until this point," Eli informs her.

"This is also not conductive to anything else we're trying to do," I add, "Also, I don't think she swings that way. Getting a blip on the old gaydar."

"I thought you gave up on getting that to work?" Eli turns to me.

"No, no, I mean figuratively. Like most people mean when they say it. The G.A.Y.D.A.R. box is upstairs somewhere. The hallucinations were a bit too much. Still 30% accurate though," I clarify.

"It will not be rape," Eve says, "I will merely coerce her into it."

"Legally speaking, that's still considered rape," Eli says, "And doesn't 30% mean that it's actually less accurate than-"

"No one's coercing anyone of anything here!" I shout, then follow it up, "Anymore! We just need to talk to her."

"She's very interested in me, I will use that to make her have sex with Eli," Eve narrows her eyes in thought, "It will work. Her being under the influence of drugs will help. She will be agreeable to it."

"This still sounds awfully rapey, Eve," he puts a hand on her shoulder.

We don't really get a consensus on the rape issue, as our officer chooses now to come to. Rather dramatically, as well. She gasps and bolts upright, sitting on the slab. I'm not sure what would cause that specific reaction, but it's also been awhile since I mixed this particular cocktail. Important thing is she's not dead.
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We all hold our breaths and stare at her as she just kind of sits there with bug eyes, like she's trying to process something important. Which could be any number of things, right now.

"Wha-" she begins to say before she proves herself unable to handle a sitting position and starts falling to the side, towards the edge of the slab.

Eve catches her, by virtue of being well equipped to catch things, and hoists her back up to a sitting position, and holds her in place. She just stares at Eve with big, spacey eyes.

"You're pretty," she announces, her head tilting to the side, "What's your name?"

"They call me Eve."

"Hi Eve, I'm Karen. Why do you have so many hands?" the cop asks in a curious tone, clearly not as shocked as she was to start with.

"Because I wanted them," Eve says, "It allows me to do more things, and increases my physical power."

"Oh, okay," Karen nods, her eyes focusing on Eve's chest.

"Where am I?" she finally looks up from a long stare.

"You're in our house," I say, hoping that'll satisfy her.

Her head snaps over to Eli and I, having apparently forgot about us, "Oh hi. I'm Karen."

"Yes, we know," I clear my throat, "Listen, Karen, we have a few questions, if you don't mind."

"You can have whatever you want, nothing weird about that. I mean, if she can have extra arms, you know?" Karen says in a single breath.

"...Right. Listen, we'd like to know about the woman you were talking about," I ask.

"She's right here. I think her name was Ava. She has just great tits," Karen turns back and promptly grabs one of them, "Really just amazing. I could motorboat these things all day."

Eve does not outwardly react to being grabbed.

"Not Eve, the woman you were asking about at our door," I put my hands on her shoulders.

"If she was at your door, why do you need me to tell you about her?" she raises an eyebrow at me.

"No, -you- were at -our- door, asking about a missing woman," I gently shake her.

"Missing? No, I've found two."

"Karen, focus. You were investigating a missing woman," I shake her less gently.

"Why would I do that, when I've already found two?" she snorts a laugh, "You're silly."

"You were at our door looking for a -different- woman, Karen. Part of a police investigation," my eyes widen as if that'll make her get it.

"Again, I dunno why I'd do that," she waves a hand dismissively.

"Because you're a cop?" I shake her again.

"What? That doesn't sound..." she looks down at her uniform, "Huh. Would you look at that."

I rub the bridge of my nose. What the fuck did I inject her with?

"But since I found Ada, I think I'm done. I came looking for a woman, and I found some. You're pretty too, but I like the girl with the arms and the tits, so I'mma go with that one," she says, pointing back at Eve, poking her in the tit in the process, "I think I'mma have to give her the old body cavitation search, since I'm an ostiffer and all," she breaks into giggles.>>487
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Cute responses! Victoria should brand that pharmacopia and sell it through sex shops as a marital aid; I'm sure she'd end up rich enough to perform as much science unrestrained by short-sighted "ethical" limitations.
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"I don't think she knows anything, Victoria," Eve says, flatly.

"Well she probably still knows it," Eli counters, "I don't think that was the amnestic. Your syringes of mystery predate that."

"They're not a mystery," I say. They totally are.

"Of course, she probably won't remember anything until she comes out of this," he continues, "because someone prematurely pumped her full of-"

I clear my throat, "Thank you, Eli! We're aware!"

"Speaking of pumping her full, I think-" Eve is cut short by Karen making muffled noises while rubbing her face between Eve's tits.

Eli raises a finger in the air, "I'm still not really on board with that Eve."

"That's not really relevant, Eli," she informs him.

"Respectfully disagree," he furrows his brow.

"Why do you have these scars?" Karen reaches up and traces her fingers over the stitch marks on Eve's face.

"I was artificially created out of a series of corpses," Eve tells her things she doesn't need to know, then points at me, "Dr. Victoria Stein assembled my body out of bodies that she, her boyfriend Eli, and her lab assistant Iga, stole from several morgues."

Eli and I both widen our eyes like dinner plates, "Eve," I hiss, "She doesn't need to know all this. Ixnay on the onfessioncay, if you would."

"Yeah, I think you forgot to add our social security numbers," Eli scoffs.

"429-" she begins, before I run forward and clap a hand over her mouth.

"Just because she forgot about being a cop doesn't mean she won't regain her senses and remember this," I inform her, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't incriminate us all."

"Just you, I haven't actually done anything wrong," Eve shrugs with all four arms.

She recieves a pair of blanks looks.

"Related to human remains or unethical scientific work, I mean," she corrects herself, "Creating an abomination might be illegal. I don't think there's a legal precedent for being one."

"...Actually a good question," Eli says.

"Ah, you're not an abumbernation," Karen says, "But I might have to take you in for being too sexy," she idly rubs Eve's breasts like she's tuning an old radio.

"Karen, do you want to have sex with me?" Eve asks her, point blank.

"Finally! I thought playing hard to get wasn't gonna work," she says, giving her one more quick motorboat, "Pull out that berginer, I'mm go knuckle deep til you stain all the furniture."

The joke's on her, I made very certain the furniture in this house is stain resistant. There's been incidents.

"First, I require you to be penetrated by Eli," Eve places one pair of hands on Karen's shoulders, and crosses the others.

"What's an Eli?" Karen tilts her head.
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"Not what, who," Eve places a hand on the top of Karen's head and turns her to face Eli.

"Ohh," she nods with a blank expression, "Okay."

Her brow furrows a little bit and she examines him, then looks back at Eve. Then back at Eli. Then back at Eve. You can practically see the gears turning before the eyes go wide.

"Wait," she pauses and squints, "I don't get it."

"I mean you're going to have sex with him before you do anything with me," Eve informs her.

"Um. Nah, I'm not... I don't swing that way, honey," she reaches out for Eve's tits again, only for them both to get slapped away.

"It isn't negotiable, Karen," Eve says.

"I don't do penis," she stares up at Eve.

"Yeah, again, I'm not really on board with this, either," Eli reminds us.

"Quiet, Eli, not now," Eve dismisses him with a wave of her hand.

"No, really though, I'm super gay, sugar tits," Karen says in a loud whisper.

"How do you know? You weren't sure you were a cop a minute ago," Eve says.

That actually gives her pause, but she continues, "That's a good point, but I'm still preeetty sure I'm only into the pussies. Total a lisbon."

"What, like Portugal?" I ask.

Eli clears his throat, "Think she means lesbian, babe."

"Oh. Right. Yeah that makes more sense," the Portugal connection makes sense too, but I'm not going to bother explaining that to Eli.

Eve remains unfazed and just stares her down. Karen seems to actually think about it for a moment, but then shakes her head.

"No! No, no, no. Not touching any gross penises... penii... penae... Whatever the pluribus is, not doing it," she hops down from the slap, "So I'mma just let myself out."

She immediately tumbles forward and faceplants into the floor. Eve appears to have easily been able to catch her. She did not. She does, however, pick her up off the floor and prop her back up on the slab.

She rubs her head and groans, "Just gimme just a minute, but still no-"

Karen stops abruptly as Eve unties her robe, pushes it off her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. She stands there and stares and Karen, naked in all her perfectly sculpted glory, the stitch marks that criscross her like patterns painted on her otherwise flawless skin.

"...Cock."
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"I mean, I'll give it a try," Karen announces after a long breath.

That was fast. Kind of absurd to be persuaded to go against your sexuality in such a quick... you know, nevermind. I'm going to be honest, I'm a little proud that my creation can make a full on dyke go to trying dick like that. I'm less enthused about that dick being attached to my boyfriend, but we're a little past that point of complaining -every- time Eli fucks a new woman in front of me.

"I'll... just try, like oral or something... will that be good?" she asks.

"No. You will have him penetrate you and ejaculate in every opening, Karen," Eve commands her. She really doesn't know how to haggle.

We have another long pause of those gears turning in her head, "We'll... um, see how it goes."

Eve immediately grabs her, almost before she's even finished talking. She lifts her with all four arms and sets her down on her knees, then stands behind her, steadying her from wobbling and falling over.

"Eli, bring your penis over here, we require it," Eve barks at him.

"What, just my penis, do I come as-"

"Your jokes do not put your penis in her mouth, Eli," Eve interupts.

He just sort of narrows his eyes at her, "I'm still not really-"

Eve tilts the woman's head back to look at her, "Karen, ask him for his penis so that he feels like you're consenting and he stops acting like he has a choice in all this."

"Can hear you just fine. Standing right here, Eve," he points out.

"Can I... um... have your penis... Mister..." Karen mumbles.

"May I," I correct her, "You mean 'May I' have his penis."

It just sort of popped out on impulse. And now everyone's staring at me like I'm the one acting strangely.

"Tell him you want his cock down your throat, Karen," Eve instructs her, "Make us believe it. Or you will get no attention from me."

She gives us another long pause, before looking up at him, "P-please, Eli," she clears her throat, "I want you to stick your cock into my mouth-"

"And cum down my throat," Eve tells her.

"...And... and cum down my throat, sir. Please," she finishes, breathlessly. I kind of like the added 'sir'.

She looks up at Eve for approval, "I-is that good?"

"Excellent," Eve pats her head like a puppy. Karen appears to give a genuine smile at her.

"Now Eli, approach and present your cock to her," Eve tells him.

He gives that 'I'm about to give in, but I want you to know I don't like this' kind of sigh. I'm familiar with it from when I ask him to participate in a new experiment.

"Please?" Karen asks, unprompted.

He relents, unfastening his pants as he approaches her. I remember that I was going to object too, at some point. Guess it's too late for that.
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Eve reaches out a hand to start unfastening his pants, which he bats away, "I think I can handle that."

She relents and goes back to resting one set of her hands on Karen's shoulders. Karen's eyes widen as Eli exposes himself to her. You'd think it was the first time she'd seen a cock before. Though I suppose maybe never so close. No telling if she's a gold star lesbian or what.

She just kind of stares at it, like she doesn't know what to do. It could be hesitation. Or possibly I gave her brain damage with whatever I shot her full of. Or possibly Eve gave her brain damage when she hit her in the head. Still, it should take minimal brain power to figure out dick sucking. If I can make a robot to do it flawlessly that runs on a 12 volt, she should be able to manage. At least I assume it worked flawlessly. Eli wouldn't stick his dick in it. 'I saw what happened to the cucumber' he said. That is what beta testing is for, Eli.

"Take him into your mouth," Eve states the obvious for us.

"I-I know!" she stammers.

Karen takes a deep breath and grasps Eli's soft cock in one of her hands. She leans in and breathes through her nose, then has the gall to make a grimace.

"He smells kind of..." she begins.

"Like a man," Eve finishes her sentence, "Of course he does."

"I'll have you know, my baby has a delightful musk," I glare at her, "You don't even deserve to smell it! How dare you imply-"

Eli clears his throat, loudly, "Thanks for the vote of confidence, babe, but I don't think that's helping."

"Here..." Eve moves one of her free hands behind Karen's back, where I can't see it, and after a few moments pulls it back out and rubs it all over Eli's cock.

She takes one of her other hands and grabs Karen by the hair and moves it forward, "There. More familiar, now?"

Karen takes a deep breath through her nose, "You smells so- MPH!"

She doesn't get to finish talking about how apparently my Eli's cock smells so nice with Eve's pussy all over it. Yes of course it does, we all know here, Karen! It smelled great beforehand too! But yes, she doesn't get to finish because Eve finally gets sick of her shit and just shovels his cock into her mouth. It would be more dramatic if he was already hard, but we work with what we have. I can't blame him for not getting immediately at attention for this woman, when he's got Eve and I standing here. Her lack of enthusiasm puts her at sub-Iga grade sexual enticement.

She struggles a little at first, but it's clear she isn't going anywhere. Eve has enough hands to hold her by the shoulders and by the sides of the head. She's going to suck this dick and suck it right, whether she likes it or not. Actually kind of proud of Eve, right now.
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>Actually kind of proud of Eve, right now.
Us too.
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Karen doesn't really take to it, to begin with. I guess we all expected that much. She seems to be under the impression that closing your lips around the head is all it takes. Reminds me of a high school girl with interest that's just doing because she thinks that'll make a guy like her. Which was a problem that I tried to solve once upon a time. It didn't make everyone hornier, as was the plan, it mostly just resulted in an infestation of cicadas and a lot of urinary tract infections. I was young and inexperienced. But I didn't get expelled, so it the learning experience was really a net gain.

While I'm not enthused about -another- woman sucking my boyfriend's cock, I'm even less enthused about another woman doing it poorly. I cross my arms with an irritated sigh to make my feelings on the matter clear.

Eve does start to push her deeper, just a little at a time. Painfully slow. This might be the first time that I've seen her be too gentle with anyone. She also seems focused on doing so, and doesn't seem to take notice of my displeasure.

"Eve?" I announce, "This is not a blowjob, it's a waste of time."

Eli looks back at me, puzzled, "Is her technique not up to your peer-reviewed standard, babe?"

"Joke all you want, it's obviously not. Don't tell me that what she's doing is quality fellatio that you can enjoy," I say.

"Well, no," he nods, "A bit like having my dick in a wet sock. It's just odd that you take such personal exception."

"If someone's going to do it, they should do it right," I inform him.

"I can't really argue with that, I guess," he shrugs.

"She is making progress," Eve tells us, which is only true in the most technical sense, "He'll be balls deep in her pussy and ass soon, Victoria."

Her eyes try to look back up at Eve in surprise, as if she didn't realize until now that she was going to get fucked in every hole god drilled into her body. If everyone they sent to investigate the corpse counter is on that level of perceptiveness, we've got nothing to worry about.

Another half a minute of watching her not service my boyfriend correctly, and I've had enough. Even Iga does better than this.

"For the love of..." I walk up behind Eli, pressing my back to him, reach around and grab that silly bitch on her knees by the hair. I give her a good hard yank, and voila, cock sheathed in her throat. Was that so hard.

She of course has to be a giant drama queen about it and sputter and choke and pull back gagging. It's just a cock, sweetie, if you'd just accept that it belongs in you, this wouldn't be so hard.

Eli and Eve both stare at me like I've done something rash. Eli is slightly more amused.

"What?" I ask.

"I was trying to keep her from choking," Eve says as she pulls the girl back, "The last thing we want is for her to vomit all over our boyfriend."

Eli clears his throat, "Yes, no vomitting, please."

"Oh she's not gonna vomit, Eli isn't -that- big," I point out.

"Uh, thanks for the vote of confidence on that front," Eli snarks at me, which I ignore.

"Yes, but as it is, she's already not predisposed to doing this, so the objection will impact her reactions," Eve argues.

"...Can't do it," Karen gasps, finally recovering, "can't take that gross thing in my mouth like that."

My eye twitches, "What... what did you just say?"
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>going to get fucked in every hole god drilled into her body
Legendary turn of phrase here.
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"I can't do it," she says between breaths.

"That's not the part I meant..." I narrow my eyes and my voice drops a little, "I could have sworn said something about my baby's cock. I want to make sure I didn't mishear you."

"Dicks are so gross! I can't put that disgusting thing in my mouth anymore," she shakes her head rapidly, then looks up at Eve, "Please don't make me. I tried, I really did."

My eye twitches again, "Disgusting? You ungrateful little-"

Eli reaches out an arm to stop me as I advance on her, without turning to look, "That's not gonna help, hon. Put down whatever you've got there."

I actually hadn't even noticed that I'd picked up my surgical mallet (it's a thing, I assure you), so I'm not sure how he knew without looking. I groan in irritation and put it back down.

Karen gets up, she's a bit wobbly and steadies herself against Eve, but it's clear that the drugs have worn off a little. Eve lets her do so, but looks almost as displeased as I am.

"You won't be able to suck his cock from a standing position," Eve states quite plainly.

"No, I told you I-"

"I heard you, I'm not concerned with your hangups. You will suck my boyfriend's cock until he ejaculates down your throat," Eve grabs the woman's upper arms with one set of hands.

"I can't, I just... wait, I thought he was the angry woman's boyfriend?" Karen tilts her head.

Don't try to get on my good side with that, bitch. But yes, I don't appreciate that Eve has moved from 'our' to 'my'.

"He is, and that's totally not the issue right now!" I shout, "Plus, you haven't seen angry yet, but you will if you don't get back to fellating!"

Eve grasps her chin and looks intensely into her eyes, her last free hand shoving itself down Karen's pants. The way she gasps and her body tenses suggests that Eve did not stop with invading her clothing.

"This pussy belongs to me, now, Karen," Eve says, authoritatively, "Along with the rest of you. I decide what gets shoved into your body, and right now, it's going to be Eli's cock. You're going to take him down your throat again, you're going to make him cum, you're going to swallow every drop, and you're going to like it. And after that, he's going to shove that cock deep into this little pussy of yours and fuck you until you can't even walk. You do not have a choice in this. Do you understand me?"

Eve drives the point home by practically lifting the woman up by her pussy, the hand down her pants forcing her up onto her tip toes. If the whole display wasn't so hot, it would probably be frightening.

Karen whimpers and shudders for a moment, but keeps her eyes on Eve's. She swallows hard and gives a slow nod.
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As much as Eve made it a big display of asking her if she understood and would comply, I'm not actually sure it would have mattered. Not from the way Eve spins her around and forces the girl back to her knees.

I almost feel a little bad for her, the way Eve is bullying her. I mean, I don't, I feel confident in saying that. But I kind of feel bad that I don't feel bad, if that makes sense. On the one hand, we're forcing her against her sexuality for our own amusement; well, mostly Eve is, but I've accepted complicitcy. On the other hand, she was giving bad head to my baby, and I can't abide that. I'm self aware that this is a little messed up, but she honestly made her own bed, now she has to get fucked in it. Not that I think we'll end up at an actual bed when that quite literally happens.

Karen actually looks a little frightened when Eve grabs Eli by the cock and forces it into her mouth. Though she doesn't fight it, or look as uncomfortable. She almost looks kind of horny at the same time. Scaroused, if you will. I don't think she's turned over a new leaf in her acceptance of penis in the last minute or so, because she still seems a little disgusted with herself, but I'm fairly positive that she's getting off on submitting to Eve.

This still doesn't seem like the best blowjob in the world, but she's doing better. She's actually taking more of his length in and moving her head. Or rather Eve is moving her head. There's a little gag here or there, but Eve doesn't allow her to pull away. I may have jumped the gun a little on demanding she take him all at once; she's coming along okay. Still not the depth that I would expect a -real- woman to have by now, but it's her first time, so I can only expect so much.

"Use your tongue," Eve instructs her.

My thoughts exactly. The girl rolls her eyes back to look up at Eve as best she can. As if that were a complex instruction.

"Swirl your tongue around the head, and slide it up and down the underside of the shaft," Eve clarifies.

Karen continues to look terrified and disgusted at this prospect, but from what I can tell, she seems to actually do it. Not that it changes much. Barely a sound from Eli this whole time, not that he's terribly loud in bed to start with, but honestly he seems more bored than anything.

I step up behind him and rest my chin on his shoulders putting my arms around his waist. I lightly press my hips to him, making him push further into her mouth a bit. I smirk when I see her gag a little.

"Is she any good, baby?" I ask.

"Well, there's no such thing as -bad- head," he replies.

I beg to differ, and think that's a lack of imagination, but I manage to not correct him on that.

"That good, huh?" I giggle a little.

He just shrugs. I guess he's used to being the house carnival ride, so he's probably not too bothered with one sex act or another being subpar now and again.

Still, he shouldn't have to settle for that. And we'll be here all day at this rate. I reach around and cup his balls in my hand, and start to lightly rub them. Karen really should be using her hands, too, but I can do it better, anyways. I grab the base of his shaft with the other hand and start to stroke him, as if I'm pumping it into Karen's mouth. Since she's leaving too much of his cock unattended, I might as well take care of that, too. I manage to get a little moan out of him, now that someone with actual skill is involved.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm sure her pussy will be much better," I tell him, since it's a lot harder to screw up the process of simply getting fucked.

"Her ass, too," I say softly.
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It takes a... non-insignificant amount of time. In all fairness, not as long as I thought, but still a lot longer than anyone would really consider respectable. But he finally does reach the edge, with my help. And since we'd be there ages ago if I was down there, I'm taking one hundred percent credit for the fact that he cums at all.

It's not a surprise to me when it happens. I've got my hands on his balls and his shaft. I can feel the base of his cock throb and swell, and I can feel how his balls sort of lift up as the muscles tense. With my arms around him, I can feel his whole body stiffen as it happens. I nibble at the skin on his shoulder and give Karen a smug grin with my eyes as my baby empties his balls down her throat.

It is, however, a surprise for her. Having no experience, she fails to notice the signs until right as it happens. Her face is priceless. It's not just some sort of disgust at having her mouth suddenly full of semen - which I find insulting, but somewhat understandable if it's a new experience - but it's the surprise that seems to come with it. What exactly did she think the end result was going to be? What did she think was going to happen? We spelled it out pretty clearly for her. I do hope the cocktail I injected her with is not affecting short term memory.

I have to say, respect for Eve on this, she is not letting Karen pull away. Her mouth is not going anywhere, and when it looks like when her efforts have diminished out of surprise, Eve starts to move her back and forth with her hands, using her face as the cocksleeve that it is. She sputters and gags and continues to be all dramatic about this, but doesn't manage to actually go anywhere.

Some of it spills from her lips, and runs down her chin, but Eve makes certain she can't really move her mouth enough to let more of it slip out. When Eli finally finishes and pulls himself free, Eve again makes sure she keeps it in her mouth, holding her chin shut and tilting it up.

"Swallow. All of it," Eve commands.

Karen looks horrified, turning her head back and shaking her head aggressively, but her mouth stays held shut by Eve.

"Yes. Swallow. -Now-," Eve puts a little base in her voice.

Karen looks conflicted, but it doesn't last. Whatever hold Eve seems to have over her wins out, and the woman swallows hard with gulp. She looks sick as she does so, but looks up to Eve for approval. Eve just reaches down and runs a finger up Karen's chin, collecting the stray ejaculate, and pressing it into her mouth, where she reluctantly swallows.

"Good girl," Eve comments.

Karen sort of beams with pride at her words and turns on her knees, leaning into her. Eve grabs her tightly by the hair, stopping her in place. Karen seems confused, but compliant, awaiting further instructions.

Eve slowly guides the girl's face inwards, between her legs, and just watches her expectantly. Karen keeps her eyes locked up at her, but leans forward as best as she can, extending her tongue and dragging it along Eve's exposed pussy. Eve remains stoic, but Karen looks like she's about to cum right there.

As soon as the one lick is done with, Eve tightens her grip on Karen's hair, and pulls her back. She then guides her up to her feet, which is responded to with easy compliance.

"Bend over the table," Eve commands.

"It's actually a slab, Eve," I correct her, "Common mistake."

Eli looks back and smiles at my pendantry, but the girls don't even seem to notice I spoke.

Karen turns and puts her hands on the slab, looking back at curiously Eve, as if we didn't outline what was going to happen. Still wondering about her memory. Or maybe she was hoping -we- would forget, or change our minds. Fat chance of that, honey.

"You're getting fucked now," Eve grabs the back of her pants and firmly yanks them down off of her hips.
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She gasps and her body stiffens as Eve exposes her rear to the air. Yeah, you might want to relax, honey, or this might be a little rough.

Not a bad ass, though, I've got to say. A good hip to waist ratio and a nice roundness to the back end. I am rather surprised that her pants came down so easily, considering all the cop implements (safely removed before she woke up) that she would carry on that belt, you'd think she'd keep it tighter. Maybe she subconsciously knows she needs to get fucked, and dresses accordingly. Regardless of the reason, she -does- need to get fucked. Imagine keeping that ass hid away, only to be touched by lesbians, and never getting dicked. It's a total waste; I can see that, and I don't even have a dick. This is actually quite the fortuitous set of circumstances for her, if we're being honest.

"I... I don't know about this..." Karen shivers a little as Eve presses fingers against her exposed pussy.

"Your thoughts and feelings on the matter aren't relevant," Eve bluntly informs her, the forces a pair of fingers into the poor woman.

She gasps again, but lets Eve do as she will, "I've just... I've never... with a man. I'm not into them or anything."

"Your pussy says differently," Eve pistons her fingers in and out of Karen, "You are very wet already."

"That's not... !" she whimpers as Eve penetrates her, "That's not because of him!"

"You just had his cock in your mouth and swallowed his semen, and now you are thoroughly moist," Eve says, "These are the facts. You can't fight nature."

I have nothing to add to most of that, Eve is very astute. Except for the 'can't fight nature' part, because evidently one can, what with Eve existing at all. In context it makes sense, though. I can fight nature. Karen can't. You need appropriate genius for that.

Karen stammers a little, but manages to find no argument against this. On account of it doesn't exist. Obviously she's wet for Eli's cock. We all know that.

"I don't have to prepare you any further, you are ready as it is," Eve concludes, "Eli, come here."

"Eve, I think he needs a moment, he did just cum after all," I remind her.

Eli loudly clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. And his penis, which is fully erect again. And in my hand. Stupid muscle memory.

"Oh," is all I can say, as I cease and let go, "Are you ready?"

"I think so," he grins and pats my head, "Thank you."

The Coolidge Effect strikes again. And subconscious hand jobs, apparently. I must be more eager to see this than I realized.
>>626

Eve reaches out and grabs Eli by the cock as soon as he comes into range, using it as a handle to pull him over. She's a bit like a cock grabbing octopus with all those arms; as soon as you enter the radius, she's got you. I briefly weight the pros and cons of giving her actual tentacles, too, but that's not important right now. It mostly seems unnecessary to grab him, since he was already coming over. Admittedly, Eli was dawdling a bit, when he should really be balls deep already.

"Easy, Eve," he tells her, but doesn't fight it.

"It may not be. She is very tight," she comments, "I suspect she doesn't even use any sort of dildo on a regular basis."

"I don't. If I wanted to have sex with something shaped like a penis, I would just find someone with a penis," Karen confirms Eve's suspicions of her dildophobia.

"You don't need to, we already have one for you, it's fine," Eve says, pressing the head of Eli's cock to Karen's exposed pussy, which elicits a sharp breath from the girl.

"No penetration? Not even a small vibrator? Or a strapon with a girl?" I question, a little perplexed, "That's not very adventurous."

"I told you, I'm not into dicks," she claims, while one is rubbed against her pussy, "Strapons are just pretend dicks. Treating it like a lesbian thing is silly. You sound just like my..."

She pauses and looks serious, as if something important just occurred to her. May or may not involve certain chemicals wearing off. She could probably use a booster on that. Hopefully the other syringes at least have the same mixture.

"...girlfriend," she softly says, right before Eve properly lines Eli's cock and shoves him into her, like she's a skydiving instructor pushing someone out of a plane.

I mean, she grabs him by the ass with the rest of her arms and just shoves him on in. Full shaft in under a second. That was a little harsh. Hot, but harsh. Not sure what happened to the 'ease her in' Eve from before. Maybe it was to toy with her? Lull her into a false sense of security? Or maybe just Eve is fucking crazy? Or crazier, rather. I should do some tests on that when I get the chance.

Karen doesn't cry out or scream or anything. But I think it has less to do with her reactions dictating it, and more to do with her physical ability. She just makes this long, sharp, whimpery gasp, where she almost gags on the air she's sucking in. Like she can't scream, sort of like being stabbed in the kidney.

I move over to get a better look at her and make sure she's alright. I mean, I am a doctor, technically speaking. Her eyes are like dinner plates staring straight ahead and her mouth is hanging open, but she's breathing and everything. Quite heavily. My professional opinion is that probably did hurt a great deal, on account of going zero to penis in under a second when she was unaccustomed to such - say goodbye to that gold star, by the way, honey - but she also might be playing it up some. I mean, it wasn't your ass Karen. And I saw how wet you were beforehand.

I'd say she could probably use a moment to rest and adjust. But that's probably... probably not going to happen. A one way ticket to dick city isn't really refundable once you're in the air.
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"Eli, you aren't thrusting," Eve observes, after a full three seconds of him being balls deep in Karen, "What's wrong?"

"I think she might need a moment, Eve," he says, "let her get used to it, you know. To stop trembling and spasming and all."

"I'm not concerned with that," Eve shows us her compassionate side, "Fuck her. I want you to-"

"Drain my balls in her pussy. Got it, Eve," he gets a bit snarky, "Your desires aren't hard to read."

Wait. What did he say about spasming?

I walk to the side of them and kneel down to see a noticeable amount of moisture all over Eli's balls, and coming down her thighs. And a single, thin droplet from her pussy.

"Karen... did you just cum?" I ask.

"I... Immm... Idunowafugonon..." she mumbles something incomprehensible. Possibly a yes.

I suppose it's not impossible, if the nerves are overstimulated all at once like that. Or maybe it's just her body's natural reaction to getting a proper dicking finally.

I don't really get a chance to ask any follow up questions, not that I think that'd be very productive. Eve slaps her hands down on Eli's ass again and starts moving his hips for him.

"More fucking," she sounds a little frustrated at him.

He reaches back and bats her hands away. Which does actually work, suprisingly. He starts thrusting himself, presumably to Eve's satisfaction.

Karen is less satisfied. Or more. It's not clear. She definitely has an opinion on the current situation, even if she's ambiguous in communicating it. She doesn't try to fight it or anything though. If anything she allows him better access, leaning her face down against the slab and presenting her ass to him more.

I can't tell if that's pain or pleasure. They aren't mutually exclusive, so it could be both. She lets out a loud cry with each thrust, and her fingers are digging into the corner of the slab, with her knuckles going white. Her whole body jolts when he slams home, but her overall body language doesn't imply she's trying to get away or get it to stop. If anything, I'd say she's starting to push back. Hard to tell with Eli bouncing her against the slab like he is.

Speaking of which, that trip to dick city had a layover in pound town. Eli's getting into it. Good. We keep using him as our designated penis with a man attached, and I sometimes feel a little bad about that. I'm glad he's enjoying himself.

I kneel down again to get a closer look, and she's really clinging to him. Intentionally or not. You can really see how tightly her pussy squeezes him. It's like he's almost pulling her inside out when he pulls back. Guess she wasn't lying about her lack of experience with penetration. Kind of sucks for her. Eli isn't huge or anything, but not really a beginner cock, either. She's wet enough that it should cause any problems for him though. Can't speak for whether this is fun for her, but it looks like it must feel amazing for him. I'm glad she proved useful.
>>703

"Fuck!" Karen screams, throwing her head back.

She is looking a little flushed. And by 'a little flushed', I mean she looks like she's about to burst a blood vessel or something. Like she's tensed every muscle she possibly can, and maybe some that are completely involuntary. Her skin turns a nice shade of pink and her eyes are bugging out of her head. It's sort of like Eli when I ask him to lift some heavy equipment for me, except without the death glare.

"Are you okay, Karen?" I walk over to the side of the slab to examine her.

"No! I have a giant fucking cock in me!" she gasps out.

'Giant' is a big dramatic, but I'm glad she's at least coherent enough to make out words properly. I hop up on the slab to get a better look at her. I brush back her hair to see her pupils as dilated as they can get and feel how hot her skin is to the touch. She's either getting ready to pop or pass out.

"Should I... stop?" Eli pants out.

"Don't you-" I begin before Eve jumps in.

"Don't you fucking dare!" she shouts at him.

Eve steps up behind him and puts her arms (all of them) on him, in various places, but doesn't try to commandeer his thrusting again. She just sort of rubs his skin all over and urges him on while she looks down over his shoulder to watch him fuck Karen.

I find myself casually stroking Karen's hair while she takes his cock. Obviously, this needs to happen, but I can appreciate that this is hard for her. She didn't wake up this morning knowing that she was going to be 'straightened' today. She wasn't at all prepared to get fucked like this. I feel for her, I really do.

"It's okay, just try to relax, sweetie," I gently coo, running my fingers through her hair, and wiping the sweat from her forehead, "Just let it happen and it'll start to feel good, I promise."

"It's just... it's too..." her breathing sharply increases and she lifts her body up, shaking her head and clenching her eyes shut.

I reach out and take one of her hands, squeezing it as she lets out an intense wail. Like most of her responses so far, it could be interpreted as pleasure or pain, except that the rest of the signs are entirely clear. She's definitely cumming this time.

And not just her. Halfway through, I can see the way Eli tenses and starts to really pound her. He lets out those breathless little groans he somtimes does. Eve seems to notice too, from the way she starts to grip him.

I, myself, find that I'm a little dizzy with arousal at watching all of this. I know I complain about too many cooks in the kitchen (the kitchen is Eli's cock in this metaphor), but I wonder if we'll be able to keep Karen. I also wish Iga was here to see this.

"That's it, just let the feeling take you. Cum for us. Cum all over my baby's cock," I lean in and kiss Karen's forehead, "That's a good girl."

To my surprise, her hands slide down between her legs, and she starts to rub herself as she cums. I think she might be actually getting into this. And it just seems to keep going for her. When Eli finishes, he pulls out, and she almost falls as her legs shake and nearly give way. I catch her by the shoulders and pull her up onto the slab, with a little help from Eli and Eve. There she continues to moan and shiver while her fingers furiously rub her pussy, which is now leaking Eli's cum in copious amounts.

"Right. Now, anal," Eve nods her head authoritatively.

"We might need a minute, Eve," I tell her, gesturing at our tired participants.

We don't get a chance to discuss it, as we're interupted by the sound of slamming doors and quick footsteps.

"Guys! Guys!" shouts echo as Iga runs into the lab in a hurry, "We might have a little..."

She stops as she gets close and surveys the scene, "I'm sorry, did I miss something?"
>>713
This is so sweet.
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>>713

"So when you say 'angry mob', exactly how angry are we talking about?" I ask, once Iga is finished explaining what she found in town.

"Calling it a 'mob' might be a little premature. There's a lot of rumors and at least one official town meeting about us," she clarifies, "But it's snowballing pretty quick, and I think we're going to have a problem soon."

"I feel like you're not consistent on this, because a minute ago I distinctly remember the phrase 'torches and pitchforks' coming up, Iga," I quirk an eyebrow.

"No, I said 'torch and pitchforks', singular on the torch. Actually, I'm pretty sure it was some guy in the back vaping. You know how thick the vapor looks," she says, "And I'm confident that one of the pitchforks may have been a rake. The other could have been a pitchfork, it was facing down. But he was a janitor, so it could have been a broom."

"This is a very detailed account. They just let you into the town meeting where they talked about us?" I ask.

"Talked about you," she corrects me.

I quirk my eyebrow higher.

"I mean, most people in town don't actually... know that I live or work here, with you," she clears her throat.

"I knew you were bad with men, but I didn't realize you were that socially stunted," I laugh.

"No, I know a lot of people. I just don't, you know, talk about work. Or acknowledge that I know you at all," she averts her eyes.

I blink, "...why exactly is that?"

"Well... look Victoria," she purses her lips, "It's not that I'm ashamed of you, or working for you, or what we do here, but it's just..." she pauses to think, "I'm kind of... afraid of what people might think. If they knew I was involved. Or that I knew you. And how that might reflect on me and my reputation."

Eli tilts his head, "Well that sounds a lot like sha-"

"Hey Eli! So I hear you sexually violated an officer of the law!" she interrupts him, quite suddenly.

"I did not. She was in full consent, thank you," he informs her, tersely, "As you can see from her current behavior, she is quite the willing participant."

"About that... Eve honey, does she have to be doing that right at the moment?" Iga turns to her.

Eve snaps back to the conversation, peeling her attention away from the woman on her knees, face buried between Eve's legs.

"I'm attempting condition her behavior with positive reinforcement," Eve finds the least sexy way to describe getting eaten out, "She took Eli's cock for me, and now I'm giving her what she wanted as a reward. This will help her be more cooperative when we move on to penetrating her ass."

Iga and I share a shrug.

"On the plus side," Iga continues, "It is just you they're talking about. A lot of them don't realize Eli lives here, either."

I open my mouth to ask her why, but she quickly continues, "They think he's my boyfriend."
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>>725

I narrow my eyes at her.

"Silver lining here, Victoria," she tries to spin it positively, "Is that they wouldn't be after him for coercive sexual assault -and- crimes against humanity. That's at least something."

"Wouldn't evidence for one necessitate evidence for the other?" I point out, "If they find out he's here, they'll find out about Karen, if they find out about Karen, they'll know he's here."

"It's also not relevant, because there was no coercion," Eli reiterates, "She participated with the promise of getting some of Eve, and that promise has clearly been delivered on. All carrot, no stick."

"Well, carrot and drugs," she points at me, as if I had some guilt in that.

"Hey, -I- didn't give her anything!" he protests.

"And there is nothing in that syringe that would make her do something she doesn't want to! Almost certainly, probably," I'll not have them talk about my mysterious drugs of mystery like they know what's in them. No one knows that.

Iga puts her hands up in surrender, "Hey, hey! I'm on your side here. I'm just worried that it may have clouded her judgement and it might not turn out well in a court of law."

"Nothing is ending up in a court," I assure her, "Between my genius and your... ability to help, we'll figure this out."

"Right," Iga nods, then looks over to Karen's head bobbing up and down, "So... what do we take her out back and kill her with a shovel, or... ?"

I rub the bridge of my nose, "She can hear you, Iga."

"She seems pretty occupied to me," Iga counters.

We just watch Karen not react for a moment, continuing to be buried in Eve's mound. Guess she is occupied. That and I gave her another does when no one was paying attention, but they don't need to know that.

"No one's killing anyone," Eli reminds us, "Besides, Eve's got her pretty enthralled to the point that I don't think it'll be a problem."

"Back to the matter at hand, if we could?" I announce, "How do they know about Eve, but not you or Eli?"

"So they found Felicia," Iga explains, "and to her credit, it doesn't seem like she -tried- to rat us out. But when she tried to go back to work and couldn't offer a good explanation of where she'd been, on top of the whole 'missing corpses' thing, the police got real suspicious of her. She threw us under the bus to avoid taking the fall for the bodies. Well, threw you under the bus."

"That doesn't explain excluding Eli from the whole story," I shake my head.

"Well I assume it's so that if you go to jail, he'll still be in the clear so she can make a move on him," she suggests.

I grit my teeth, "Okay. And why didn't she mention you?"

"Oh, that's simple," Iga says, pointing up her index finger, "I caught her alone in the bathroom before the town meeting and slipped her fifty bucks to keep her mouth shut about me."
>>733
Oh man it's good to be back! it seems like we're about to have shtf
>>733

Figures. Doesn't surprise me that bitch would be so ready to abandon the truth for short term personal gain. Though I suppose I can really blame Iga for looking out for her her own self interest.

"So what exactly do they know about Eve?" I ask.

"That she's made out of corpses," Iga puts it quite succinctly, "The words 'monster' and 'abomination' came up a few times, but she didn't include the extra arms thing. Or most of the weird sex stuff. Probably because it would implicate Eli."

"I guess that might make it sound less... wait, 'most of'?" I tilt my head.

"Well yeah, she did kind of paint a picture of you creating Eve to please you sexually, and of you and Eve coercing her into performing sexual acts on the two of you," Iga explains, "Really made you seem like a psychotic lesbian, if I'm being completely honest. The story was only moderately hot, too."

My eye twitches, "I really hate that woman."

Eli places a hand on my shoulder and gently rubs it, "It's okay baby, just take a deep breath. Don't let it get to you. We all know you didn't make Eve for any weird lesbian coercion stuff."

There's a long pause among us, and the only sound in the room is the murmuring and slurping of Karen going down on Eve. My eye twitches again.

"The whole thing did sound pretty ridiculous, the way she said it. So maybe we'll get lucky and the authorities won't take them seriously enough to proceed with an actual investigation," Iga says.

"I think the ship has sailed on the notion that weird stories coming from this house aren't credible," Eli muses, "Since the dolphin incident."

"I'll remind you that I was acquitted, Eli," I grumble at him.

"It'll still validate a lot of people's suspicions," he says.

"I don't think it'll matter. If they don't get a search warrant, that might just increase the chance of this moving from the regular justice system to the angry mob justice system. I don't know about you, I'd prefer not to experience a lynching, if at all possible," Iga says.

"As if they have any chance of getting in here," I snort, "My genius isn't all for peaceful purposes, you know."

The two of them give me a blank stare, and Eli drums his fingers on the hive container for the Homing Hornet Holocaust. We do need to get that tracker off of him, but there's bigger problems right now.

"Shut up," I say, annoyed, "Point is that I have plenty of security devices to deploy that will keep us safe and sound."
>>742

"Will any of these security measures not, you know, make everything way worse and possibly kill us all?" Eli snarks.

"Have a little trust in me, baby," I tell him.

"I do have trust in you. I trust you to do something weird and probably unnecessary," he taps on the housing unit for the hornets again.

"No one's dead yet," I wave my hand, dismissively.

"Kind of a low bar, babe," he says, "If this is going to involve one of our bodies, I volunteer Iga to be it this time. I'm already lugging this fucking thing around and Eve has the b..."

"...big tits that you gave her..." He manages to stop himself, realizing that Eve is actually sitting right there.

Admittedly, she's a little occupied at the moment, and doesn't pick up on any awkward wording. Or the fact that the three of us stare at her, waiting to see if she reacts. She doesn't. Disaster averted. Sort of. She still has an explosive uterus and all, but she's no closer to finding that out.

"This'll be a first, but I'm going to actually -not- volunteer my body for something Eli wants," Iga objects.

I narrow my eyes at the extra wording. Kind of unnecessary. We all know you're a desperate slut, Iga.

"No one's body is getting anything put into it," I dismiss all this paranoid nonsense.

"Except Karen," Eve contributes between heavy breaths.

"Right, except Karen," I automatically say without thinking, "I mean... whatever, this won't need any elective surgery or attachment of hornets or anything," I wave my hand.

"Wait, what's going in Karen?" Iga asks.

"Eli's cock," Eve says, leaning her head back and grinding up against the policewoman's face, "He hasn't fucked her ass yet."

"Mm aph?" Karen looks up and says, or tries to say with her mouth heavily obstructed with cunt.

She's only said it for the tenth time, Karen, get with the program. It's not like the drugs are giving you brain damage or memory loss. That's very unlikely, probably. So you have no excuse.

"Yes," Eve responds to her, between pants, "He's going to take it. And hard."

"Uh oun aun aph," Karen mumbles, frantically shaking her head.

The shaking only seems to urge Eve on, given that the girl's mouth is buried in her pussy. She grabs her hair tighter and grinds on her face.

"Yes. He'll ravish you for me," Eve says, breathlessly, "I can't wait to hear you scream."

With that, Eve throws her head back and cries out, thrusting her hips like she had a cock to ram down poor Karen's throat. The poor girl's eyes go wide at the prospect of what's going to happen to her, while Eve cums on her face.
>>750 this is amazing anon, this has got to be the first smut that has me hooked on the plot! seems like we are gonna get a shtf moment very soon! I can't wait!!
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>>750

It's a little awkward for a moment, sitting there while naked Karen gets creamed by naked Eve's pussy in front of the rest of us. Who are all fully clothed. And trying to have a conversation about what we're actually going to do. Not as awkward as it would have been at one time, since this weird shit is kind of our life now, but still.

Things go quiet after Eve finally stops moaning, and the two of them start to catch their breaths. I clear my throat to break the silence.

"So anyways," Eli jumps in, "What exactly did you have in mind, as far as using manifested genius to help the situation."

I clasp my hands and lean forward, "Well, I had a few thoughts on that... there's, you know, varying options..."

"No idea. Gotcha," he nods, presumptuously.

"That's not...!" it is, and I hate it when he can see when I'm bullshitting, "Mph! I just need a little time to collect my thoughts and look through some notes."

"That's fine," Eve's head pops back and she rejoins us, "While you figure that out, Eli will finish dominating Karen. You're good to go again, right?"

"I actually could use a little time, Eve. If you don't mind," he says.

"How much time? Specifically?" Eve demands of him.

"Not sure - Eve, it isn't a faucet, you know," he sighs, "What exactly is the terrible hurry?"

"As established, there is the potential for an angry mob to come and kill us all," Eve explains, "If that happens, you will not be able to sodomize Karen. So we must do so as soon as possible."

I mean, I can't entirely fault the logic.

"No one is getting killed by any angry mob!" I declare, "We have plenty of time to rectally violate Karen. Putting that pressure on Eli and his cock is not going to help, Eve."

Karen raises her hand like she's in school, "What if I don't want to be viol-"

She doesn't really get through the sentence before Eve and I burst into laughter. That's... that's the first time I think I've heard her laugh. She's got a surprisingly pleasant one. And, you know, an actual sense of humor. I feel like we sort of bond over the idea that Karen gets a choice in this. Eli and Iga don't laugh for some reason.

I finish my laughing and wipe a tear from my eye, "Look, I'll figure something out, but right now we do need to make sure the house is secure. There's a lot of doors and windows, and I think we need to make sure that nobody doing any snooping - and certainly no angry mobs - can get in. So we should probably split up. It'll give Eli's balls time to recuperate, as well," it's not really the balls themselves that need time to rest, but I won't bother to explain the intricacies of the male reproductive system right now.
>>761
>"there is the potential for an angry mob to come and kill us all... If that happens, you will not be able to sodomize Karen. So we must do so as soon as possible."
lmao
>>761

I'm a little surprised that Eve goes along with my suggestion that we need to batten down the hatches, given how gung ho she is about getting Eli up in Karen's ass, but she does. She takes Karen with her. The extent to which she treats her like a pet is a little weird, but it's better than letting Karen wander around the house and get into trouble, or potentially escape. Eli and Iga go off in separate directions, while I head to the study, where I keep my notes, making sure to secure doors and windows from opening or being viewed through on the way.

I really have no idea to expect from our fellow citizenry. There's a lot of weird, dumb yokels around, but I don't exactly know how violent they are. It may be shocking to learn that I'm not exactly a social butterfly, either in terms of skill at dealing with people, or overall desire to. I don't know how likely this is to become an uproar, or what they'll do. As such, how am I supposed to plan a way to defend us from it?

It's maddening.

It's not like I can just death ray them all. Probably...

No.

I can't hide the hosue either. They know its here already, and they'll realize something's up when they can touch the invisible walls. Plus, that would make us all invisible, and as it turns out, invisible retinas means you can't see, either. Which is not helpful. Also, I don't want to deal with six weeks of intermittent hallucinations again. Or having to repeatedly assure Eli that he is, in fact, not seeing ghosts. Almost certainly, probably.

I have conquered death, but I don't have the body parts to make an army of Eves to crush the naysayers who dare defy me. That would also probably bring the feds here or something. And I wouldn't have time to really train them. It's taken this long just to get Eve to behave marginally normally, if you can call it that.

I simply can't think straight. This is a lot of pressure, having to save us all, and we still need to fuck Karen in the ass, too. Which I also cannot stop focusing on for some reason. She's got a fit rear, and I bet it would just bounce against Eli's...

Gah! I slam my head down on my desk.

"The planning going that well?" Eli puts a hand on my shoulder.

I didn't even hear him enter. Too lost in my own thoughts.

"Why can't people just keep out of the way of science," I mumble.

"I don't know, babe," he sits beside me and rubs my back, "Wasn't it Aristotle that said something about how the small minded will always dress their fears in a cloak of concern about the corpses of the dead being reanimated and used for deviant sexual purposes?"

"I think that was Nietzche," I correct him.

"Right. The point is that we can't control that, we can only control our reactions," he says.

"You think we can control their erections?" I lift up my head, questioning.

"I said react-"

"You might be onto something..." the wheels turn in my head, but it's just not quite clicking yet.

I furiously rub my temples and then bolt to my feet, "I just need. I need a moment of clarity."

I turn to Eli, "Get to your knees, boy!"

He crosses his arms, nonplussed by my demand.

"Pretty please?"
>>778
this is too funny
>>778 Eli is a good boy and understands the kind of demand that genius requires to work properly. One of the many reasons I love him. He doesn't actually get to his knees, but that's okay, it wasn't the important part. He does hoist me up and put me on my desk, knocking off a number of objects in the process, but I don't leave anything that important just laying around. I won't say -specifically- for this reason, but for reasons that are at least tangentially related. He tears my pants from around my waist, but not entirely off, just sort of leaving them below my knees once they're low enough that he can spread my legs open, at which point he just dives in. Unf. That's the stuff right there. I do try to jiggle my pants the rest of the way off, but I left my shoes on before I made the, um, request, so that I can't get free of my clothes is sort of my fault. No arguing about it now. He's going to do this how he wants, which is fine, even if it inhibits the extent that I can move around and shove his face in there. It is quite sufficiently in there, as it is. I've not had that many people go down on me, really - people in this house in recent times, notwithstanding - so I don't know if Eli is legitimately one of the greats, but he's really good, if you ask me. When I was tweaking the motor control in Eve's mouth, I used Eli as the pattern. The scans I have of his mouth are from something different entirely. Which I'm not supposed to mention again, per his request, but there's no sense throwing away good data. I'd ask Iga where he stands in skill, because I'm sure she'd let any guy go down on her, but let's face it, what are the chances of -Iga- getting any amount of men to do that for her? I do struggle to keep my balance a little as he gets me going, and he grabs my hips tighter and forces his tongue so far into me I almost think it's going to make me cough. But that's not even the main event, and once he starts working my clit, I collapse back on the desk. It occurs to me that he's eating me out while he was just fucking a new woman like an hour ago. A strange woman he just met, who'd never been with a man, and he made her cum all over his cock. I bet his cock's still wet from her. He'd certainly still smell like her. Fuck. How did I get to the point that my fantasies while I'm with my boyfriend are of him with another woman? I hope that horrible slut from the hospital didn't tell the townsfolk. People knowing I'm up here making crimes against nature is one thing, but it's kind of embarrassing to think that they'd consider me some weird cuckquean. I have a reputation to maintain. Even if they are a bunch of pea brained imbeciles whose opinions I don't respect. It's important that they respect and/or preferably fear me, even if I don't respect them. And it's not that I'm -ashamed- of the fact that I'm actively thinking about how my man is covered in Karen's pussy while he's got his lips around my clit and... doing that swirly thing with his tongue that I can't even figure out what the movements are, but fuck does it feel good... Ahem. I'm not ashamed, but I am worried that letting my man have whatever pussy he wants will make me look weak. I mean, I don't -let- him, so much as Eve coerces him, but that's not exactly better. The point is that it could make me look like I let him walk all over me, even though that's obviously not the truth. It's hard to be feared if they think I'm ineffectual in the bedroom or in my relationship. Unless... if Eli fucked the wives of all the men in town, that would be power to fear. The terrifying mad scientist with the golden-cocked boyfriend that will coax away women at my whim and cuck anyone who dares oppose me by making them cum like geysers on his cock! No. I need to not come up with plans while my pussy doing my thinking for me, which tends to happen when it's grinding on Eli's mouth. Or any other part of him.
>>783 >anon.cafe comes back >new update comes with it All smiles.
>>783 good to be back
>>783 Of course, recognizing my head is not in the proper place to do any real planning really doesn't stop me from thinking of other plans, because you can't just shut off genius. But most I come up with at the moment are not productive. Either just more perverted stuff that probably won't work or will invite disaster, or simplistic violent approaches. That is to say, simplistic in that the end result is just violence, not that I would use a simple approach to cause said violence. I do have my pride, after all. Still, even if my pervy ideas to stopping our impending lynching are mostly just the result of me thinking of what I find hot at the moment, that doesn't rule them out. A lot of the feasibility does, unfortunately. It's not that I -couldn't- transform every person in town, man and woman alike, into subservient, sexy young catgirls that I could rule with an iron fist, it's that there's no chance of that happening with the time constraints involved. That would be a tall order at the best of times. Though had I done that before, we wouldn't be in this situation. What Eli said just before I, um, requested his services, still has me thinking. Yes, he probably did say 'reactions', but that's not important. What if I -could- control erections? If I could do it remotely, on a large scale? If I could give or deprive men of their god given boners, from the safety of my own house? I could hold every bedroom in town hostage, make them fear and respect my power, and also not murder me for my transgressions against the very laws of nature. It's so brilliant, I think I'm gonna cum. That might actually have more to do with Eli simulating an out of control carwash on my pussy at the moment. Maybe. It's like fifty-fifty. Or I would be willing to give him at least half credit for the cunnilingus portion of this particular orgasm, if we weren't rudely interrupted at the most inopportune of times. "This is not securing the premises, Victoria!" Iga shouts in the most shrill, orgasm-retardant tone possible. She and the rest of the peanut gallery have assembled just outside the door, and are collectively gawking at the display with no respect for our privacy. Which is normal lately, but still. Eli lifts his head and looks over at them, necessitating me to grab him by the hair and pull his face back where it belongs, being that I'm really, really close. This sets off a Rube Goldbergian series of mishaps of balance, and I tumble forward, then back, then foward again, then to the right, and eventually tumble off the side of the desk and crash to the ground, taking Eli and his chair with me, and nearly yanking out a tuft of his hair in the process. Sorry babe. I blame Iga.

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