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And there it was. The final piece of the puzzle. How could Michael have
been so sloppy? Then again, Annie thought to herself, he'd let her
escape. She supposed the power meant he thought he could rest easy, that
he didn't need to cover his tracks or try to disguise what he was doing
in the slightest. That his power could solve any problem that could
arise.
As she leafed through the musty old tome still chained the bookshelf to
which it belonged, reading through the annotations he must've written as
he himself had worked his way through it as a teenager, she knew that
his sense of security was misplaced.
The power was incredible as she'd found out first hand, and she supposed
he'd probably never encountered a problem he couldn't solve by making
use of it - but nothing lasts forever, she thought, smiling as she
photographed each page of the thing for future reference.
The guard at the school library's door hadn't been too keen on letting
her enter in the first place, and this way, she wouldn't have to
convince him a second time. Her investigation into his past was over.
Now her preparations began in earnest.
No sooner had Michael's hand been pulled from Stephanie's forehead than
it darted for its new target. Sherry wasn't caught unawares, however,
and slapped it away as she stepped away from the unknown man.
"Who the hell are you? Mom, what are you doing? Why do you look so -
where's Dad?" Denise looked up as her daughter yelled at her, and her
eyes darted to Stephanie at the last question. Michael frowned slightly
at having been repelled quite so easily. Denise stood up and slinked
over to her daughter.
"Calm down, Sherry. Me and Michael here were just getting to know each
other better. It's my job as a host to make sure he's comfortable and
well looked after. Your father's a bit out of sorts right now, and has
had to have a sit down." She rested her hand on Sherry's shoulder.
"Sherry?" Stephanie was still reeling from her incomplete mental
reforming, but her instinct to want to protect her daughter remained
strong. "Sherry, it's me, Dad! Get out! He's done something to your
mother! Run!" Sherry merely stared at her in disbelief, before
apparently deciding to believe this strange woman, in the face of her
mother's bizarre behaviour and apparent significant age loss.
"Get off me!" She slapped her mother's hand from her shoulder and
grabbed for the door, but Denise lunged for her. They struggled for a
few brief moments, before Denise pulled her away from the door and
pushed her towards Michael. She stumbled over her feet and fell onto
Michael's outstretched arm, impaling herself as it went into her chest
as it had done with her mother and father.
"That's better," grinned Michael, before getting to work. Sherry was
already in good shape, and was as tall as her mother. She was just a bit
too slim in some areas for Michael's tastes, so he tugged at the strings
of her being in such a way as to expand her modest breasts to firm,
perky C cups - and widened her flat bum into something of a bubble-butt
to suit. With her figure as it was he felt there wasn't much need for
the exaggerated proportions he'd given others. With the few small tweaks
he'd made, lithe looked good on her.
He tweaked a few things here and there in her nether regions,
discovering as he did so that she wasn't a virgin. All in all, he didn't
spend all that much time remaking her - merely fine-tuning what was
already an attractive package.
Denise meanwhile sucked on two fingers on her right hand before slipping
them down into Stephanie's own girl parts. Stephanie had been so
agitated, so distracted by what Michael was doing to her daughter, that
the first she knew of Denise's actions was the sensation of her lower
body being penetrated.
She let out a gasp as her mind reeled away from its focus on the
spectacle in front of her, and she looked down in shock at her wife's
wickedly smiling face. Then Denise's fingers started moving, and her
world rocked once more.
She found herself glued to her daughter again, as Michael finished off
his modifications to her body, and without missing a trick inserted his
finger into her forehead, her eyes going wide and his grin deepening.
Stephanie was hardly aware that she was rhythmically swinging her hips
to meet her wife's adventurous fingers, her mind caught between the
horror of her daughter being remade and the unbelievable pleasure
welling up down below.
Michael's finger withdrew from Sherry's forehead, and stood triumphant
as her glazed expression of shock melted into a sultry smile. She bit
her bottom lip as she looked him over from head to toe, her right hand
gripping her thigh tightly as a fiery yearning began to grow in her
loins.
She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him towards her, lifting a leg and
wrapping it around his as she did so. His grin was pushed open as her
lips fiercely met his for an impassioned kiss that Stephanie could only
watch, aghast.
Sherry's carefree, enthusiastic personality appeared to have been
entirely overridden by this wanton seductress that was now embracing his
boss, the man who was destroying everything she held dear, and
everything she thought she knew.
Even her own sense of self was growing ever more alien, as Denise
redoubled her playing with Stephanie's newly formed pussy, and the sight
of Sherry rubbing up against Michael's stiffening dick threatened to
turn the blaze inside her into an inferno. The very bonds that
constrained her were now turning her on as they dug into her body, and
even the fabric of her tight clothes only intensified the heat inside
her.
Sherry's hands skilfully fondled Michael's crotch as they continued
their intense kiss, before she finally pulled her head back, licked her
lips enticingly, and bent over for him, hastily dropping her jeans and
underwear. She pulled her pussy lips apart and excitedly moaned,
"Michael, do me! Make me whole!"
Her confident, sultry demeanour now contained a hint of desperation, and
more than a little impatience. He obliged her, and slid into her depths
in a single stroke. Her body welcomed him in easily before gripping him
tightly, her eyes rolling back in her head, an ecstatic grin on her
face.
Michael chuckled, looked over to a panicked, red-faced Stephanie, and
began pumping her pussy. His powerful strokes barely gave her chance to
breathe, but her body still bucked back onto his dick, every part of her
desiring more. She panted loudly, raggedly, between strokes as he
continued plowing her.
Stephanie's eyes welled up, but whether from despair or desire, she
didn't know. Also building up between her legs, accompanying her
heightened arousal, was what felt like a gaping hole, growing bigger and
bigger. She felt like something was missing inside of her, that she had
a space that needed to be filled, and she was horrified to think what
might be the thing to do it.
Sherry began screaming in ecstasy as her pleasure began to reach its
peak, and Michael sped up as he approached his own climax. True to the
way he'd remade her, she reached the very edge of orgasm moments before
he fired off inside her, at which point she arched as her climax hit her
like a freight train.
Her voice failed to even come out, as every muscle in her body spasmed
and her mind was blanketed with the most intense sensation she'd ever
known. Michael's grip on her nipples didn't let up until her panting
resumed, as she lost all strength in her lower body and collapsed to the
ground. Her whole body was glistening with sweat, beads of it sliding
down to the ground.
He pulled out and left her there, dazed in blissful afterglow, and
walked over to Stephanie. Denise pulled her fingers out of Stephanie's
overflowing pussy and preceded to undo the bonds tying her to the chair.
She could feel them loosening, but she barely acknowledged this fact,
instead fixated on Michael's approach.
She shook her head in abject terror, knowing that the closer he got, the
more she wanted him. Without even Denise's hand giving her some relief,
her lower body's aching need was growing impossible to ignore. His cock
was recovering and rising to attention with every step he took towards
her, and her own ability to resist was fading fast.
He stopped just a pace away from where she sat, transfixed, and he
waited there. She suddenly realised that he wasn't coming any closer.
Her face fell from terror to despair as he continued to stand there,
unmoving. She fought against herself, as need fought against the last
vestiges of her pride as a man and the knowledge of what Michael had
done to her. At last, she relented.
"Michael. Do it." Her words were stilted, her body and mind impatient
for what he could give her. "You'll have to be clearer than that...
Stephanie," That trademark grin returned to Michael's face, the face
that now set Stephanie's heart aflutter. She squeezed her eyes closed,
ridding herself of the last of her resistance, and yelled, "Fuck me! I
don't care! Fuck me like you fucked my daughter! Steal me like you stole
Denise, her love, and everything else! Make me forget that I'm a man!
Make me forget that I should hate you, that I shouldn't want this, that
I shouldn't need-"
Before she could go any further, he lifted her up off the chair, and her
eyes opened in surprise to meet Michael's own beautiful eyes, mere
inches away. Then he lowered her onto him, impaling her instantly. Her
eyes widened and she grunted involuntarily, her back arching slightly.
Then he began, and her limbs whipped around him, latching her tightly
against his body. Every muscle in her lower body was tensed, forcing her
gushing pussy down onto his member. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she
moaned and whimpered in time with his strokes. "Michael! Michael! God,
yes!" Her eyes opened slightly, just enough to stare into his own, and
then she kissed him as passionately as she'd watched her daughter kiss
him minutes before.
The kiss blew every one she'd known as a man out of the water, as even
her tongue was an erogenous zone, quickly setting off a small orgasm
inside her. She gasped back from the kiss at that, speeding up the
bucking of her hips. Now riding him with a fury, her neck bent back, she
stared up at the ceiling, barely noticing that she was doing so.
"Yes! Michael! I love you! I-" she bit her lip as another small orgasm
hit her. She really had fallen under his spell, merely from lust and
pleasure. She knew he hadn't made her truly like or even love her when
he'd messed with her head - he hadn't needed to. The intense pleasure
and physical desire were more than her sanity could take, and all she
could do now was throw herself at him.
She wanted this pleasure to never end. Instead, it rose and rose, beyond
the comprehension of her formerly male mind, and when it exploded, she
was lost in a see of white-hot intensity. She couldn't hear the
deafening, wordless scream she was letting out at that moment, nor see
Michael's face as he came. He burned a molten trail into her womb, which
was now the centre of her orgasmic world.
Denise and the now-recovered Sherry came in close to greet Stephanie as
she returned to the world, as utterly devoted to Michael as they were
themselves. She smiled a dopey, euphoric grin as Sherry leaned in to
kiss her as they'd never have dreamt of kissing father-to-daughter.
Michael pulled out and pushed Denise to the floor, before lowering
himself into her. All in all, a productive night, he thought to himself
with that familiar grin.
Stephanie Daye, recently promoted to Vice-President, was bent over in
her short business skirt, her suit jacket open and blouse undone. Her
crimson bra pushed her ample bosom out considerably, Michael noted,
appreciating the angle as her tongue ran up his chest from his belly
button.
Her tongue ran over the grooves of his well-toned body, her pussy
staining another pair of underwear with her juices. Her tongue was
almost as sensitive as most women's vaginas, and doing this was such a
turn-on for them both that it had become a daily ritual at the office.
The company was now making waves in the business world for having a
staggering amount of competent, wildly intelligent and devastatingly
beautiful women filling its ranks, with only one man in the whole
operation. That the man was at the top of the company ruffled a few
feminist feathers, but mostly the company put forward a powerful message
of female empowerment.
Besides, it was rumoured that Michael Mansworth was to retire young, and
the feared Stephanie Daye - recently entered into a civil union with a
receptionist at the company, Denise Knight - was the obvious successor.
The same Stephanie whose tongue had climbed Michael's neck and now found
his own. It plunged into his mouth and he lifted her up, heading for the
door.
She liked to seduce him in his office when the rest of the girls weren't
around - especially his tireless young minx of a secretary, Sherry - so
she could have him all to herself. He was a big fan of having more than
one partner at any one time however, and so he opened the door, twisting
the handle behind him, without even breaking off the kiss.
He backed through the open doorway and froze, a sudden, wrenching
feeling of tightness seizing hold of his entire body. Stephanie broke
the kiss and looked quizzically into his eyes, confused.
Protruding from his back was the arm of a dazzling woman, well-dressed
enough to fit right in at the office. "Let's see what we can make of
you... my dear Michelle," she said, as a very particular kind of grin
spread across Annie's face.
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