VIP-Making Love: Chapter 16

-- CHAPTER 16: Control --

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“Nnnggghhh…”

“Mmm… yeah…”

“Nnnggghhh…”

“Oh, fuck yeah…”

“Nnnggghhh-ngh!”

“Oh, take it baby, take it…”

“Ngh-ngh-ngh-ngh.”

“That’s it… that’s it… Fuck yeah…”

“Ngh-ngh-NGH!”

“Holy shit! So tight! Fuck, Moe-chan, fuck!”

“Nnnggghhh…”

The petite Japanese beauty before me stared up with watery eyes, her gaze fixed on mine while she struggled to breathe around the thick dick cutting off her air supply. Her pouty lips were fastened around the very base of my shaft, having taken the full length of my cock into her throat. And there Moemi remained, utterly helpless to resist, what with Helena’s firm hand holding the back of her head to pin it against my crotch.

Moemi couldn’t even use her arms to push herself away from me. Her forearms were bound behind her lower back with Shibari ropes in artistically intricate knots, a form of Japanese bondage she called Kinbaku. Thusly restrained, Moemi was a literal living sex doll to be used in whatever way her master saw fit. I could do to her whatever I wanted. Her body was my literal plaything.

Exactly the way she wanted it.

Of the four living sexbots I’d somehow managed to bring to life, Moemi had always been the one that puzzled me the most.

Lisa was the most perfect fantasy girl of my dreams: sexy, loyal, intelligent, and strong.

Helena was the brassy blonde: bold, brash, outgoing, and aggressive.

Katarina was the bubbly blonde: playful, effervescent, and a little impatient.

Moemi was… well…

She was a sexbot I’d never quite expected. I admittedly had a thing for the petite Japanese schoolgirl type – the kawaii cute (and kinda kinky) little doll that I could dominate into sexual submission – which was why I’d built her in the first place. She’d been sexually imprinted on me from the moment Lisa had taken her hand and put it on my penis within minutes of her activation. But for a supposed sexbot programmed with a very strong libido and whose primary purpose was to provide me with sexual pleasure, she was quite unexpectedly… modest.

Moemi was constantly horny, and yet she seemed to feel… shame for being horny.

I knew she wanted my attention and yet she was always so shy around me, hiding in the background and rarely speaking up.

I knew she felt tremendous pleasure and joy while having sex in all its myriad forms, yet she was always scared of getting herself into sexual situations, and the further from vanilla missionary sex, the greater her reluctance.

Part of me wished I could reprogram her to feel less shame, to be less shy, to be less scared. I wanted all of my girls to feel like they had the autonomy to choose their own destinies, to believe that they had my permission to tell me what they wanted above and beyond serving their so-called “primary purpose”. But while Lisa, Helena, and Katarina had all taken those directives to heart, Moemi remained quintessentially… Moemi. And the greater part of me knew that to try and change Moemi in any way would fundamentally alter the girl I had come to… well… to love. So rather than try to change her, I accepted Moemi exactly the way she was. And I sought out ways to make her happy within the parameters of her personality.

So I took care to notice the little moments when Moemi would make herself “available” to me like when she brought me lunch in my office or started cleaning up the room I happened to occupy. She would never come out and ask me to fuck her, but nor would she ever deny my advances should I come up behind her, place my hand on her pert little booty, and whisper into her ear that ‘Master wants his little Moe-chan to bend over and peel down her panties.’

I came to adore the way Moemi’s lower lip quivered every time I pinned one of her arms behind her back so that she’d be helpless to prevent my hand from questing beneath her skirt and investigating the moistness of her slippery slit.

I reveled in her delightful whimpers when I held down the back of her head against my desktop while I savaged my steel-hard schlong in and out of her too-tight twat from behind.

And I always felt a surge of power rush through me whenever I possessively clamped my arms around her tiny figure, feeling her tremble within my grasp as I took control of her body.

That was the important word there: control. Moemi clearly enjoyed the loss of control. It resolved the internal conflict between her sense of modesty and her sexual core programming. It wasn’t her fault she was letting a man’s malevolent hands use and abuse her most private parts. She couldn’t stop his big, bad penis from invading her narrow cavities. She was only obeying Master Wyatt-sama’s commands. She wasn’t responsible.

A sexbot must obey her master’s orders, after all.

She couldn’t say ‘no’.

In this moment, Moemi could barely move.

Not only were Moemi’s arms bound behind her back, but her legs were tied together as well. Mistress Helena had done an expert job of binding the petite Japanese sex doll with her knees together and legs folded so that Moemi sat on her own heels. There was literally nothing Moemi could do to resist the way Mistress Helena had guided her head back and forth, back and forth, forcing her to suck my dick while I relaxed quite comfortably against my headboard in bed.

It was just the three of us this morning. Lisa and Katarina were being social, having met up with Kelly, Ayako, and two other ladies from the neighborhood to attend a barre class together. It wasn’t the first time I’d let the girls socialize without me. All four of the girls had made themselves conspicuously visible at grocery stores and shopping malls. We’d attended two other Community Social events. And this was the third time that Lisa and Katarina were joining the neighborhood ladies at a barre class, although last time, Helena had gone with them as well.

I trusted all of my girls well enough to let them explore on their own, knowing with absolute certainty that they’d come back to me. And that left Helena, Moemi, and I plenty of time this morning to explore all that the world of Kinbaku had to offer.

Helena dug her fingers into Moemi’s hair-bun and jerked the Japanese girl’s head back the instant she’d started to retch. Moemi gasped for oxygen as soon as my prick pulled out of her throat, her eyes bugging out a bit with rivers of tears running freely down her cheeks. Several messy strands of her blue-tipped jet-black hair had come free. She was sweaty, disheveled, and out of breath. But there was no mistaking the happy smile on the petite girl’s face.

And then Helena shoved her face forward again, forcing the girl to deep-throat my dick once more.

“Nnnggghhh…” she groaned.

“Fuck yeah…” I breathed.

“Suck that dick, Moe-chan…” Helena crooned almost cruelly, but with a teasing wink to remind me she was just playing a role.

The busty blonde bombshell had transformed into a dominatrix version of herself. Same Insta-babe face but with heavy black makeup and her platinum-blonde hair twisted into a single long braid. She’d boosted her height to six feet and would stand even taller with her chunky four-inch heeled knee-length black leather boots. Her torso was clad with the shiny PVC dress Angelina Jolie had worn in Mr. and Mrs. Smith, complete with forearm sleeves. And she swiped her long tongue across her black-painted lips rather lasciviously, her green eyes glimmering as she repeatedly pumped Moemi’s head up and down my dick with her right hand.

The pair of them made for an exotically erotic sight: the severe, blonde Domme and the Shibari-tied Japanese doll. The visual alone would have been boner-inspiring; coupled with the heavenly sensations of Moemi’s throat repeatedly hugging my prick made the whole experience otherworldly.

Even better, Helena scooted further up the bed so that she could kiss me while continuing to hold the back of Moemi’s head, forcing the much smaller girl to maintain the deep-throat. I swapped spit and played tonsil-hockey with the bodacious blonde, reveling in her spicy flavor. But when Moemi started to retch, we broke the kiss and allowed the Japanese girl to back off and catch her breath.

So I grabbed the back of Helena’s head and forced her down to my crotch, not letting up until the busty blonde was bent over my lap from the side with those plush, black-painted lips sealed around the very base of my shaft. And I crunched my abs to really skullfuck the hell out of her right from the go.

“NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!” the platinum-blonde babe grunted from the way my dick repeatedly entered and exited her throat.

“Fuck YEAH,” I groaned, my forearms flooded with a rush of power as I masturbated myself with Helena’s head.

A still-bound Moemi giggled, enjoying the sight of her Mistress getting a taste of her own medicine, as it were.

Helena herself didn’t resist, indeed folding her forearms across her own lower back. And in the blink of an eye, she’d likewise tied herself up with Shibari ropes in the same way she’d previously done to Moemi.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! YEAH!” I grunted, slamming Helena’s head one final time with both hands and keeping her pinned there, skewering the blonde’s skull as deep as I could go and holding myself right at the precipice of ejaculation.

But I didn’t go over the edge. I held on… just barely… until Helena started to gag and I abruptly let go of her head. The blonde jerked herself up and off my cock, gasping for oxygen…

… just in time for me to grab Moemi’s head, slam her skull down around my dick, and then unload every last drop of pent-up sperm I’d saved over the past ten minutes or so of face-fucking.

“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH!!!” I groaned as I unclenched my abdominals and let my life-giving semen simply flow. Moemi jerked at the initial rush of fluid spurting into her mouth and straight down her gullet, but she rapidly swallowed every last drop I had to offer, happily drinking down her daily dose of DNA.

Our morning was just beginning.

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I went limp for a minute and slumped in my spot, momentarily wiped out, so that my shoulders and the back of my head slid sideways across the headboard before I collapsed onto some pillows.

Moemi, still completely bound in a kneeling position by the Shibari ropes, kept my dick in her mouth while slurping out the dregs.

Helena, on the other hand, made her own Shibari ropes disappear so that she could push herself back upright and catch her breath. She gazed down at Moemi, watching the Japanese girl nurse at my prick, with a mysterious look on her face.

Even after Moemi had sucked out every last drop of sperm, my petite little sexbot continued her oral attention. She switched from licking and slurping and instead began applying some serious suction to milk my dick, and I felt my rod rapidly reviving.

To be honest, Helena could’ve snapped her fingers and gotten me recharged even faster, but Moemi’s method was far more pleasant and rewarding, for both of us. Within minutes, my shaft was once again at full mast, and Moemi pulled her mouth off my prick to catch her breath and stare in both admiration and desire at my column of pleasure-inducing meat.

I could see the glimmer of carnal craving for my cock in Moemi’s bright blue eyes. She trembled slightly, clearly yearning to feel her master’s dick deep inside her.

But she wouldn’t ask for it.

Moemi would never ask for it.

Her programming made her a sexbot who would go crazy if I didn’t fuck her every day. But her nature was in diametric opposition to her programming, and I knew that inherent dichotomy stressed her out every day. But she knew she could trust in me – trust in her Master - to take command and relieve her of responsibility for her actions.

She knew that any one of us - me, Lisa, Helena, or Katarina – could order her to strip off her clothes and service us. I was the only one who could command her completely, but Moemi still allowed the other girls - her family - to override her objections, help free her from guilt, and allow her to experience the sensuality she was literally built to feel.

This morning it had been “Mistress Helena” binding her with Shibari ropes and literally forcing her head up and down my dick. Now it was my turn to take charge of my submissive sex doll and “force” her to feel pleasure.

So I took charge of her.

Slipping off the mattress, I circled around to the foot of my bed where I was presented with a beautiful view. Moemi’s legs were still bound together to keep her in a kneeling position, although she was free to tilt and twist her torso in order to sit upright. She did so at the moment, turning her head to follow my movements, eternally attentive and awaiting her master’s instructions. Her firm, round breasts rose and fell with her breathing, fully exposed with the Shibari ropes looping around the globes and across her upper-chest to grant me full access to her treasures. Her blue-black hair remained in the messy bun, with stray tendrils barely teasing the creamy white skin of her neck and shoulders.

I first climbed back onto the bed behind her, reaching around to fondle my little sex doll’s plush mammaries and tease her sensitive nipples. I ducked my head to smell her sweet lilac scent, nibbling my way across her shoulder and then leaving butterfly kisses up the side of her neck and earlobe. With her forearms still bound against her lower back, she was helpless to resist me. And she was still distracted with the titillating sensations of my tongue against her earlobe when I abruptly hooked two fingers and plunged them into her sopping wet snatch.

“Eep!” Moemi squeaked in surprise as she tensed up in my arms. “Wyatt-sama! That is my pussy! You should not touch me there!”

“Why not?” I challenged, purring with obvious lust as my left hand pinched her breast and plunged my fingers deeper into her wet box. “Do you or do you not belong to me?”

“I do… Of course I do…” she whined.

“Is this body mine to play with, or is it not?”

“It is yours, Wyatt-sama! My body is yours!” she insisted.

“Then why do you resist me, Moe-chan?”

“I do not resist you, Wyatt-sama!”

“Is this MY pussy, or is it not?”

“It is yours, Wyatt-sama! My pussy is yours!”

“Let go, Moe-chan…” I soothed, steadily pumping both digits in and out of her saturated snatch. “Let go…”

“Ohhh… Wyatt-sama… Wyatt-sama…” Moemi whined, tilting her head to give me freer access to her neck.

“Surrender to me, Moe-chan… Surrender…”

“I surrender… I surrender…”

“Good girl,” I intoned approvingly. And then I pulled my fingers out from her crotch, seized the back of her head with my left hand, and abruptly shoved her forward.

With her knees still bound by ropes, Moemi could do nothing but fold in half until her face smashed into the mattress. Quick as a flash, I shifted my hips to align my erection with her sopping wet snatch from behind. And as soon as I felt my mushroom head settle into position, I stabbed forward with a single lunge.

“AAAAAIIIII!!!” Moemi shrieked at my sudden entrance.

“Uuunnnggghhh…” I groaned, reveling in the delicious sensations of sinking into the little girl’s tight twat.

“Fuck yeah…” Helena moaned, the busty blonde now reclining against the headboard in my previous position with her long legs spread wide, the hem of her PVC dress hiked high enough to expose her glistening pink pussy and give her access to rub her own clit.

I grinned at the other girl and paused at full-depth inside Moemi’s pussy, gesturing with one hand back and forth between the two sexbots in a silent question asking if Helena wanted me to order Moemi to crawl up and start licking her love button.

But Helena shook her head and smiled, gesturing for me to continue.

So continue I did.

I started off slow. Moemi’s constricting channel had always been just a tad too tight. The narrow confines of her canal hugged every inch of my cock with almost skin-peeling friction as I pumped my prick in and out. But using her Shibari-bound forearms for leverage, I was able to build up enough force to batter my way through her slender snatch. And soon I had a steady rhythm going as I repeatedly ravaged my skinny sexbot’s petite pussy.

“Ai… Ai… Ai…” Moemi whimpered.

“Ungh… ungh… ungh…” I grunted.

“Fuck yeah…” Helena groaned again, her green eyes aglow. “So hot… It’s such a rush… Seeing her bent over like that and trussed-up with the ropes.”

“It was your idea, remember?” I said with a chuckle. “You’re the one who did the research on Kinbaku.”

Helena nodded slowly, although she never took her eyes off of Moemi’s bound body as I invaded the Japanese sex doll again and again. “Helpless to resist… Just holding on and getting dicked over and over and over again…”

Her eyes fluttered as her voice trailed off. Her right hand became a blur in her crotch as she frigged herself furiously. And her mouth gaped open in a silent scream as her body started bucking, only for the scream to no longer be silent a few seconds later as the force of her climax finally hit her.

“AAAHHH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH!!!” Helena howled.

“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” I grunted as I hammered Moemi just a little harder, energized by the sight of Helena’s orgasm.

“Ai! Ai! Ai!” Moemi squealed in response.

“Oh… fuck…” Helena gasped as she started to come down from her pleasure peak. “Oh… fuck…”

I chuckled and smiled at the blonde as her head lolled side-to-side against the headboard. She looked like she had a few marbles loose and rolling around inside her skull, the unstable weight of them causing her head to tilt haphazardly.

But then Helena’s eyes suddenly sharpened, and in the blink of an eye, she transformed.

“Oh, holy shit!” I exclaimed as I suddenly found myself facing another Moemi.

Instead of a busty blonde bombshell dressed in a black PVC Dominatrix outfit, there was a five-foot-flat petite Japanese girl with blue-black hair, top-heavy tits, and a pert little tushie leaning against my headboard, completely naked. And then Moemi’s doppelgänger pitched forward, scrambled around to kneel away from me, and bent herself over while brand-new Shibari ropes wrapped around her legs and magically bound her forearms across her lower back.

I raised both eyebrows in surprise and stared down at the former blonde, asking in confusion, “Helena? What are you doing?”

“Sumimasen, Wyatt-sama,” HelenaMoemi apologized in perfect Japanese, although her voice remained her own. When she looked back at me over her shoulder, I realized that she’d kept her natural green eye color instead of switching to Moemi’s bright blue shade. And there were tears in those green eyes as she whimpered, “Something is wrong with me.”

“Something wrong?” I sat up a little straighter, starting to panic.

But before I could continue, HelenaMoemi shook her head and whined, “I have a craving… I have a need… But it’s so wrong! I know I shouldn’t.”

My mind was racing as I processed the sight before me. At first glance, I had two naked and rope-bound Moemis bent over before me. But HelenaMoemi’s green eyes, accent-less voice, and use of contractions provided a clear distinction between the two. The original Moemi looked back at me over her shoulder, appearing just as confused as I felt, while HelenaMoemi had a naughty sort of gleam in her eyes.

She was roleplaying.

She was roleplaying as Moemi.

And it kinda blew my mind.

“I feel things I shouldn’t feel,” HelenaMoemi whimpered. “I want things I shouldn’t want. Help me, Master. Please help me. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what I should do. It’s tearing me apart inside. And there’s only thing that will save me! Help me, Master. Please help me lose control! I need it! I need you! Help me, Master, hel-- AAAHHH!!!”

Helena’s pleading voice, begging me to help her, had already set me into motion. I’d pulled out of Moemi, shuffled slightly to the side, and then savagely stabbed forward with a single lunge.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!” HelenaMoemi shrieked at my sudden entrance.

“Uuunnnggghhh…” I groaned, for the second time reveling in the delicious sensations of sinking into the little girl’s tight twat.

“FUCK ME!” HelenaMoemi screamed, relaxing her inner muscles so that her Moemi-copied cunt was no longer quite so skin-peeling tight. “FUCK ME! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEEEEE!!!”

I was fucking her.

I was fucking her.

I was fucking her HARD.

Having already gotten myself started quite a bit while fucking the real Moemi, I felt no need to warm up and went from zero-to-sixty as soon as HelenaMoemi relaxed her canal. The bound and bent-over faux-Japanese babe buried her forehead against the mattress, surrendering herself completely to my forceful hammer-thrusts. And she squealed and screeched incessantly while I blasted my pelvis off her pert little tushie without remorse.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” HelenaMoemi howled. “FUCK ME, MASTER! FUCK ME! SO HARD! SO HELPLESS! TAKEME-TAKEME-TAKEME! TAKE ME AND USE ME! DICK ME HARDER AND HARDER AND-- HHAAHHHH! AAHHHH! AAHHHH!!!”

Moemi’s doppelgänger gasped in shock and awe when I abruptly switched holes on the fly, pulling out of her saturated snatch and suddenly shoving my steel-hard schlong straight through her sphincter. She clamped up her colon while her entire body simultaneously clenched, abruptly arresting my ability to assault her asshole. But although she had arched her spine and tossed her head back in surprise at my sudden anal entrance, as soon as I grabbed the back of her head and once again pinned it down against the mattress, HelenaMoemi whimpered and relaxed beneath my bulk.

“This ass is mine, Slave! It belongs to me!” I growled. “You belong to me!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Master, yes!” HelenaMoemi gasped. “I belong to you! My ass belongs to you! Fuck it! Fuck ME! Fuckmyass-fuckmyass-fuckmyaaassssss!!”

I fucked it. I fucked her ass. I fucked it harder and harder and HARDER, with HelenaMoemi squealing all the while. And when I started reaching back with both hands, spanking the bent-over babe’s lily-white asscheeks again and again and AGAIN until they were both bright red, she screamed even louder.

Beside us, the real Moemi swore something in Japanese that I didn’t quite catch, drawing my attention over to her. Her legs were still tied together with her arms bound behind her lower back, but she sat up straight and stared at me with saucer-shaped eyes, asking uncertainly, “Is that what it looks like when you take your pleasure from me?”

Only then did I realize I had stood up on the mattress with my feet flat, still holding onto HelenaMoemi’s forearms like handlebars while I drilled her derrière downwards like an oil derrick. The faux-Moemi’s filthy encouragement had driven me to a kind of manic madness, but I managed to grin and answer, “Oh yes, Moe-chan. See what it’s like when I’m fucking you.”

“It is soooo sexy…” Moemi breathed. “To see her… to see ME… bound by ropes and helpless to resist.”

“Don’t just see it,” I growled, realizing that I had two petite little Japanese sex dolls to violate. “Feel it.”

Abruptly exiting HelenaMoemi’s gaping asshole, I grabbed the back of the real Moemi’s head and mashed it back down against the mattress while forcing her tight tushie up into the air. I parked myself above her upright ass… aimed down with my dick…

… and then I slammed myself deep into my petite little girl’s asshole.

“Haaaahh!” Moemi gasped in surprise at my cock’s sudden entrance into her colon, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a cry. And when I had to forcibly batter myself against the restriction of her rear portal, Moemi arched her back and tried to push her head up against my unyielding palm, gasping with each thunderous thrust, “AAHHHH! AAHHHH! AAHHHH!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted with the effort, penetrating the petite girl’s posterior a little deeper with every plunge.

“AHH! Wyatt! Sama!” she squeaked. “You must not! Wrong hole! Wrong hole! AH! AH! AH! It is not proper! You should use my pussy! It is so wrong! So wrong! So wrong!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted, relentlessly reaming out Moemi’s defenseless rectum.

“Master, please!” HelenaMoemi howled. “Take me! Take ME! My ass is yours!”

I quickly pulled out of Moemi, spanked HelenaMoemi’s reddened cheeks twice more just for fun, and then slammed my schlong straight back down through the sex doll’s sphincter.

“YES! YES! YES! YES! YESSS!!!” HelenaMoemi screamed as I remorselessly ravaged HER rectum. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!”

And then I switched back to Moemi.

“AI! AI! AI! AI! AI!”

Back to Helena.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Moemi.

Helena.

Moemi.

Helena.

And my balls started tingling with a desperate urge to cum.

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

I was still blasting HelenaMoemi’s butt when I growled at Moemi, “Remove your ropes, Moe-chan. And come up here beside me.”

Still panting for breath from my latest rectal reaming, Moemi blinked and then frowned, apologizing quietly, “Sumimasen… Wyatt-sama… I cannot… remove them… Helena put… these ropes… on me…”

I lost my rhythm for a moment, gasping, “Oh… I didn’t… realize… that was a thing.”

Moemi blushed and paused to catch her breath. Turning her cheek to the mattress, she remained bent-over in half and explained, “I can change my own clothes… but I have no control… over the things that Helena made.”

“Gomen ne,” HelenaMoemi interjected with a bit of a smile, apologizing in Japanese. A moment later, Moemi’s bondage ropes vanished.

Moemi smiled, spread her arms out to the sides and stretched them, and rather gingerly sat upright. She’d been locked into the bent-over position for some time, and I knew her muscles had to be sore. I gave her a minute to take a few deep breaths, extend her legs, and shake out her limbs while I continued pillaging HelenaMoemi’s posterior. But when I judged the girl to have gotten enough time, I snapped my fingers and instructed sternly, “Spread your legs in front of Helena, Moe-chan.”

“Hai, Wyatt-sama,” Moemi replied deferentially, trying (and failing) to keep from smiling as she settled into position. Her big blue eyes glittered as she stared down at an identical copy of her face approaching her crotch, and I wondered what kind of power-rush might be going through her mind.

Is this what it feels like to watch Wyatt-sama order me to eat her out? Is this what it feels like to be in control?

It was an easy matter to bunch up HelenaMoemi’s blue-black locks in my fingers and use them as a grip to forcibly shove her face into Moemi’s crotch. She obediently started licking before I had to say a word.

“Ohhh so wrong!” Moemi whined, holding HelenaMoemi’s head closer to her crotch. “One of my best friends eating my pussy! Another girl! My own twin! So wrong! It is incestuous! Even twincestuous! So sinful! So naughty! Ai! Ai! AAAIII!!!”

“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH!” I grunted, repeatedly cramming my cock into HelenaMoemi’s colon.

“MMPH! MMPH! MMPH!” she moaned into Moemi’s muff.

“Eat me, Moemi!” Moemi cried with a tone of command. “Eat me! Eat me! EAT ME!!!”

HelenaMoemi ate her.

“AI! AI! AI!” Moemi shrieked, bracing the back of her skull against the headboard.

“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH!” I grunted.

“MMPH! MMPH! MMPH!” HelenaMoemi moaned.

“EAT ME! EAT ME! EAT ME!” Moemi screamed.

“TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!” I thundered, really hammering HelenaMoemi’s heinie.

“MMMPPHH! MMMPPHH! MMMPPHH!”

“EATME-EATME-EEEEAAAAAIIIII!!!” Moemi suddenly shrieked, the first of us to reach climax.

“ARGH-ARGH-ARGH-ARGH-ARGH!” I howled, laying down the lumber as the sounds of Moemi’s orgasm fueled my aggressive rage so that I blasted the bent-over sex doll’s butthole as hard as I’d ever blasted in my entire life.

“MMMMPPPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHH!” HelenaMoemi tried to scream, her voice still muffled by Moemi’s muff. Pinned between her fellow sex doll’s crotch and my driving dick up her ass, there was nothing the bondage-roped girl could do but hang on for the ride.

Holy fuck it was glorious.

“ARGH-ARGH-ARGH-ARGH-ARGH!”

“MMMMPPPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHH!”

“I’M CUMMING!” I bellowed. “I’M CUMMING. TAKE IIITTT! TAKE IT ALL UP YOUR AAAASSSSSSSS!!!”

HelenaMoemi took it. She had no choice but to take it. I savagely sawed my steel-hard schlong through her stretched out sphincter, battering her bunghole with my thundering thrusts. With my last ferocious plunge, the Shibari ropes around her legs suddenly snapped, either strained to their limit by our aggro anal pounding or simply because she wanted to be free. Whatever the reason, her feet shot out towards the foot of the bed while her bent-over body abruptly collapsed. And we were suddenly falling – weightless, even, for a fraction of a second – before her belly suddenly hit the bed and my dick managed to cram an extra half-inch deeper into her bowels as I landed on top of her and briefly compressed her asscheeks beneath my pelvis.

And I came.

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” I roared, announcing my ejaculation to the entire neighborhood. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!”

“AAAAHHHHHHHH!” HelenaMoemi howled beneath me, now pressed completely flat in a prone position, completely pinned down beneath my bulk as I firehosed what felt like gallons upon gallons of scalding sperm straight into the darkest depths of the petite beauty’s backdoor. “AAAAHHHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHHHH!  AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”

I was living the dream.

****

Although the girls possessed the magical ability to freshen our bodies and restore our energy in the blink of an eye, quite often we chose not to avail ourselves of that particular ability. There was something to be said for doing things the old-fashioned way – like when Moemi had sucked me hard after my first ejaculation rather than instantly recharge my dick. And there was something intimately special about laying there together in the afterglow.

So it was for me and Helena, and the next time I blinked, I realized that yes, it really WAS Helena. The shapeshifting sexbot had transformed back into her busty blonde self, now naked without the PVC Dominatrix dress, the Shibari ropes, or anything else. My sweaty, worn-out body was draped directly atop hers. My dick was slowly softening within the warm and wet confines of her sperm-soaked asshole. And her ruddy-pink cheek flushed from her exertions was right in front of my lips, too inviting for me to resist giving a tender kiss.

“Mmm… thanks for the ride, Wyatt,” the blonde muttered beneath her breath.

“I think that should be MY line,” I murmured before giving her cheek another peck.

“Holy fuck that was glorious,” she wheezed, grabbing the backs of my hands and interlacing our fingers together to give them a squeeze.

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

“We’ll have to do that again sometime.”

“What? Transforming yourself into Moemi and submitting yourself to a savage sodomization?”

Helena giggled and squeezed my hands. “Well, maybe just the rope-bondage and savage sodomization. Transforming myself into Moemi was kind of a random impulse.”

“Why did you?” Moemi asked quietly from right in front of us. She too was sweaty and still naked, braced against the headboard with her knees upright but spread to the sides while glistening girlcum still coated her widely splayed-open labia. She looked rather dazed and delirious, still processing. But after a moment, her cloudy eyes focused as she sat up and looked over at Helena. “What made you decide to transform into… into me?”

Helena shrugged and rolled her eyes up to Moemi before turning her head to look at me. She studied my face for a moment, a hint of a tender smile across her face as she said, “I thought about what it might feel like to lose control for a little bit. I still remember transforming into Lisa that one night so that she could find her loophole around his order to stay in bed. It felt surreal to feel him fucking me… only he wasn’t fucking me, you know?”

“That wasn’t the first time you’d transformed into someone else while we were having sex,” I pointed out.

Helena shrugged. “Even when I became Scarlett Johansson or Mikayla Demaiter or a dozen other beautiful girls for you to pork, I was always still in control of my own body. But I gave Lisa control of my body for that one, and while I could’ve taken back control at any time, I never chose to.”

“But you were still in control of your body this time,” Moemi pointed out.

“Not bound with the ropes, I wasn’t in control,” Helena said with that dreamy smile. “Pinned down… Helpless to resist… I literally let Wyatt do anything he wanted to me, and I could barely even fuck back. I had to simply hang on for the ride. I gave up control… and you’re kind of the poster child for giving up control, Moe-chan.”

Moemi blushed and thought about that. And I frowned when I realized she had an… unsettled expression on her face.

But before I could ask her about it, my phone suddenly started ringing on the nightstand, a bubbly pop song I’d made my ringtone for Katarina.

Helena glanced over at it and muttered, “The girls are probably done with their barre class.”

Moemi frowned at Helena. “But why is Katarina calling Wyatt? Wouldn’t she call you to say they’re coming home?”

“That’s a good point…”

Without removing myself from Helena’s ass, I extended my arm across the mattress and snagged the phone off the nightstand just as the song started to fade, swiping the screen to answer the call. And even though the audio was still set to the iPhone ear speaker itself, Katarina’s ultra-panicked voice suddenly blared through, loud enough for all of us to hear.

“WYATT! WYATT! WYATT! OHMIGOD! PICKUP-PICKUP-PICKUP!”

I thumbed the Speaker button and started talking, “Kat-Kat-Kat. I’m here. What’s going on?”

“It’s Lisa! HE TOOK HER!!!”

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