Bedroom Pet - Part 2 free porn video

Written by Cerberus
Edited by Droid447 and Silverman.


Chapter 1


Monica sat in her office staring at her computer. Any one looking at her would think she was hard at work….but that was the furthest thing from the truth. She was thinking about her owner back at her house. How much she loved it, how much she wanted to be with it. For the last month, her, Sandra and Jenny had been spending almost every night with the bug, their Master. Getting to know him better, letting him get to know them. She hated being away from him, sitting in her office doing a job she used to love but now hated because it kept her away from home. But right now, her Master needed her here, to keep up appearances until she could leave to do her owner’s bidding in more concrete ways.

The only consolation was that now those beautiful green and purple colors it had first used to lure and entrance her were always running in her mind, behind her eyes. It was so beautiful the way He had made sure she could always feel his presence even when they were apart. Right now she sat still, pretending to work while the hypnotic swirl captivated here completely, making her pussy run hot and her brain tingle with vibration. It was so nice to be owned. She found it was not a bad thing at all. In fact, it actually felt very liberating. She found it allowed her to think and feel all kinds of new, delicious things. To be a pretty puppet on a pretty string filled with it’s thoughts and desires and those lovely relaxing colors. Monica couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She understood it was just a fun, harmless situation that pleased both of them. Her pussy spasmed at the thought and she could feel her legs moisten. Again.

Suddenly the swirl became stronger in color and motion. She knew from experience that it had new commands for her tonight. The bug wanted to give her instruction. A shiver ran through her spine down to her pussy and up to her brain simultaneously. She smiled softly as she came to orgasm. A moan escaped her wet lips.

Near the end of work, Bob Talbot made his way over to her. Bob had been hitting on the gorgeous brunette for weeks, ever since he had gotten a job at Monica’s company. The fact that she had a long time boyfriend never seemed to faze his aggressive but polite pursuit. “Hey pretty girl,” he started in his smooth, unctuous voice, “it’s Friday night. What say you and me hit the clubs tonight and work some stress off on the dance floor? You won’t regret it.”

She smiled at him, flattered by his never-ending determination for a date. “Bob,” she said, “You know I am dating Tom. I’m sorry but I just don’t cheat on guys I date. I never have and I never will. You’re a great guy but it just can’t happen.”

Bob shook his head wistfully, “Well Tom is one lucky guy. If I had you I would hold on tight. If I ever get lucky and you leave him, I would love to go out with you.”

Monica laughed, “If me and Tom ever do break up, you will be the first to know.”

Driving home, Monica thought of Bob. He was a good guy to work with and a nice man. If she weren’t dating Tom she most certainly would go out with him to see what he was about. Her thoughts drifted to Tom. They had dated since she was a sophomore in college. They had hit it off in a huge way. He was handsome, funny, smart and the connection with him was unlike any other she had ever experienced with a man. It was true love. He felt the same way. She knew that marriage was in the cards for them. She smiled as she imagined her life with him. At 22 their whole lives were ahead of them. She had been ignoring Tom lately. She wasn’t sure why. Just busy with work, spending time with her pet and all she supposed. She planned to make it up to him.

Monica entered her house and poured a glass of water. She was still thinking of Tom. Suddenly she felt a buzz in her brain. She blinked several times, holding the glass of water stock still, just before she was going to put it to her lips. She could begin to see purple and green lights swirl in her mind. Her skin started to tingle. She dropped her glass to the floor where it shattered. She didn’t even notice. Her arms dropped to her sides as her eyes widened and dilated. She gasped softly, smiled, turned and sashayed sexily slowly to her bedroom. He was ready for her and she was more than ready for him.

Her ‘bug’ was sitting on her bed. It had grown bigger since feeding on her, Jessica and Sandra’s bodies for the last month. Monica quickly removed her clothes. Lately she found she enjoyed strutting her stuff around her house naked, especially when she was with the pet. She approached it and her legs began to shake. The bug was on her bed, waiting as always. It looked so commanding. It was all she could do to get to the bed before dropping on her knees. She remembered now that at work the bug had signaled its desire to ‘talk’. Sometimes she felt as if she were two separate people; the old Monica and some new emerging one. She knew this new Monica was very suggestible, easily manipulated, and very different than her old self. But weeks ago she had slowly begun to understand that she kind of enjoyed giving up some of her autonomy, her will to the pet. It was kind of nice to let it solve some of her problems. Give her some fresh ideas she never would have had on her own. It was kind of a tradeoff. Life was so much simpler and easier if she just thought less and listened more. Lately, she loved being this Monica. She stayed on her knees, hands caressing her swollen nipples, her back arched. She stared at the pretty pet as it glowed so perfectly. She just couldn’t get enough of it. Her pussy started dripping on the carpet. Soon a wet stain was there. Her heart beat like an out of control drum with lust, her breathing was husky and hard, her firm chest heaving. Sweat started to trickle from her naked body, down her neck and chest, her flat stomach, her sculpted back and smooth thighs. She stayed that way for a long time as the bug asked her questions and started giving her nice, new ideas.

On Monday, Monica had dressed particularly sexy for work. She had on a very tight, short miniskirt and sleeveless blouse that clung snugly and accentuated her abundant curves. She didn’t know why she decided to dress that way, but it felt great and she knew she looked delicious. All day she flaunted her body in front of Bob and flirted with him. She felt so alive and fresh and available. At lunchtime she sat at Bob’s desk as he ate his sandwich. “Hi Bob,” she said flashing him her hundred watt smile as she pulled up a chair.

“Hey gorgeous” he responded between a bite of his food and a wink. She was going to ask him how his day was going but suddenly she felt new, fun thoughts enter her mind mixed with pretty colors. “What are you doing tonight?” she cooed. She put her hand on his arm. Bob swallowed hard.

“Um, do you have something in mind?” he stuttered.

“Yeah, why don’t you come over to my place and we can go over some of the advertising ideas for the Becker commercial. I seem to have a brain lock going on. Maybe you can help…. unlock me.” She licked her lips and gave him a cute, adorable, pleading pout.

“Won’t Tom mind?” he asked, shocked by the invitation.

“Naw, its just work. Besides, if he doesn’t know about it, what will he mind?” she replied in a sultry voice. Her hand ran up and down his arm slowly.

Monica sat in a chair in her bedroom naked. Her bug was on the bed, glowing more fiercely than ever. She had masturbated for the last two hours staring at the precious thing. Her room smelled like pussy overload. Her head was tilted back and her body was shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes were glued to the pretty dancing colors as she approached climax. One hand was mauling her breasts and the other was jammed as far up her pussy as she could get. Suddenly, her eyes rolled up in her head and her breath gasped out. All she could see were purple and green lights shooting behind her eyes and in her mind, she could feel purple and green flow down from her brain to her tits and cunt. Her toes curled up and her legs started to jump and twitch. Her pussy gushed like never before. It was the most telling orgasm of her life. She moaned and fell off the chair, her body kept twitching and shaking, as she lay helpless on the floor, still staring up at her pet. She wished she could just drown in the colors. She wished it would eat her mind and body all up. Now that would make her so sexy. A sexy, fucking bitch. And more than anything lately, she dreamed of being a sexy, fucking, used bitch; just some very needy, warm, fleshy object. It was such a turn on.

After a long relaxing shower, Monica got dressed for Bob. She had on very short jean shorts and cut off tee shirt that exposed her perfect, tanned midriff and exposed plenty of her firm, round cleavage. She just stood in front of her large bedroom mirror, staring at herself with colors swirling in her mind. She looked so hot, so sexy. Bob would really love how she looked. Who the fuck wouldn’t? The thought made her hot. She could feel her nipples tingle and swell. She could feel her pussy start to warm. She looked at her reflection and grinned, a detached, lazy, dreamy smile. “You are one hot piece of ass,” she murmured to herself, one hand running over her flat tummy, the other kneading her left breast. No wonder every guy and so many girls wanted to do her, she thought. She laughed into the mirror. It was a hollow, empty laugh.

Bob and Monica had been sitting in her kitchen talking for half an hour. Bob was being a gentleman but Monica could see his eyes follow her bodies every move the whole time. He wanted her so bad, and why not? She knew she was hot stuff. She was the shit. She was made for sex. To be used. And men could tell it too. She got up to get him another glass of wine. She went behind him to the fridge. Suddenly a thought occurred to her. She reached not for the wine but to something long wrapped in silver foil that she had placed in the refrigerator earlier. It was heavy. Her eyelids closed half-mast and soft, pleasant smile came to her full lips. She picked up the object, turned around and swung it hard at the back of Bob’s head. He moaned briefly and fell over onto the floor. Monica stared down at him. Suddenly she dropped the heavy wrench that was hidden in the wrapping and fell to her knees. Her eyes widened at what she had done. She reached out and cradled Bob’s head in her hands. She couldn’t believe what she had done! “Oh my god! Bob, Bob, are you ok?” she said to him as she stroked his cheek. He was out cold. She gently turned his head over. There was a bloody gash on his crown.

Monica started to scream. “What the hell is wrong with me!!?” she cried. “I need to get help. Something is so wrong with me!” She got up and ran to her purse and cell phone to call 911. Just as she flipped it open, she heard a noise. She looked up and saw her pet coming into the kitchen, its legs scrabbling on the floor. The hand with the cell phone dropped to her side. What was she just about to do? She tried to think. Suddenly she felt calm, good even. She began to see the pretty colors in her head and soon the bug was glowing too. She felt her pussy start to heat up like an oven and her mind begin to pulse with a wicked joy. She looked down at Bob again and smiled. She had done well. She grinned at his prostrate figure then looked at the bug. Then from the bug to Bob, then back again. She laughed. She loved how she was being used. She loved how she was going to help her pet use Bob. It made her so wet and horny all over.

Monica sat in her chair and watched the bug. She had put Bob’s unconscious body on the bed. The bug was on his head, glowing like mad. Monica was jilling her pussy non-stop. It was so hot and sexy to watch her master have complete use of Bob. She moaned again and again as one climax after another rocked her naked body and open mind. Her pet had told her what was going to happen. It had fed now for weeks on her and Sandra’s and Jenny’s pussies. That had made it physically bigger and stronger. But now it needed more, a different sustenance for its mental side. It needed to get stronger mentally, to increase its power, it’s control on her and others. Control. The thought of control made Monica groan. The thought of being controlled was so pleasant, so sexy. The desire to be totally controlled, both mind and body thrummed through her brain like some irresistible, guiding current. She was controlled. Every inch of her sexy hot body had to eventually come under her pet’s control. She wanted to have no say in anything she thought or did. Her ass, her boobs, her legs, her pussy, it should all just be an extension of him. She moaned again at the thought.

And that’s how it should be, she realized. A new, very fun idea grew in her mind like a pretty, flowering plant; just the latest in long stream of fresh, interesting very appealing thoughts she had been having recently: She was born to be a shell. An empty, pliable shell to be used, fed on and eventually discarded like so much trash. Her pussy jolted with a huge orgasm at this new, erotic vision of her life. Her life before finding the bug had been so boring with thoughts of independence and jobs and dating and family…and Tom. What had been wrong with her back then? Why had she been so attracted to such ridiculous, boring notions?

Monica blinked. Tom. She loved him…didn’t she? Didn’t she want to marry him, have a family, experience life together, grow together, and grow old together? Suddenly she felt scared. Didn’t she have plans? Wasn’t it good to have plans? Isn’t that why she got a college degree? To be able to enjoy the best life had to offer? Did she really want to be a shell? A piece of meat that did only what its master wanted, only think what it was told to think? Monica tried to shake the lights from her head. An empty shell…a piece of meat to be used…Mmmmm. Yah. A beautiful, sexy, empty piece of meat to be used….So hot and horny. So docile and willing. Monica closed her eyes as the colors came back. She moaned and smiled. She was so lucky to be a hot piece of flesh that lived to be used. It had always been her dream. The bug had made her understand the lies she had lived before. The bug had made her realize her real purpose, the real reason she was alive for. It was so nice not to think, to have no desires except those imprinted on her brain from her pet. Her pussy exploded in orgasm.

Monica watched the bug vacantly while it did its thing. She understood now. It needed stronger food for its mental half. Bob would supply that. She sat on one side of the bed, mesmerized by the colors as it did what it needed to do. Like some kind of virulent, totalitarian regime, the bug had to keep getting stronger, to keep expanding in order to survive, to carry out its purpose…to live. Once it had taken over everything, everyone, then it could relax as master of this planet. This planet was perfect for its kind and human girls were perfect vessels to carry out it’s commands, it’s desires. And humans were also a perfect food source for the pets to grow and thrive and take control. She was a perfect food source.

The bug used one hard leg like a saw and cut along the back of Bob’s head. It pulled a flap of his skull back and soon attached itself to exposed brain. Monica smiled at Bob as it happened. Her pet was using Bob to get stronger, just as it used her. And that was always a good thing.

Suddenly Bob sat up, his eyes opening wide. The purple/green colors appeared in his eyes, calling to her. Monica knew what it wanted. She leaned over and took it’s head in her hands and kissed it. Their tongues intertwined ferociously as Bob’s hands took hold of Monica’s swollen breasts. Soon she was straddling him, his cock had risen, rock hard. She lowered herself on him. Man, this is what I always wanted, she thought as she settled her burning, hot pussy over his cock. I should have done this so long ago. Me and Bob just fucking hard all night.

Soon her pet….Bob, was reaming her out like she was a rag. His strength was amazing and his cock felt like hot concrete in her soaked pussy. She had never been fucked like this before in her life! Every part of her body was just reamed with pleasure. Her nipples were distended and engorged. Her eyes kept fluttering back in her head. His hands were running roughly all over her needy body.

He was controlling her. Turning her body as he wished. He fucked her hard as she bounced up and down on him. Soon she exploded with a heavy, hazy, perfect orgasm. As soon as it happened, he withdrew his cock and moved her around. Now she was on her hands and knees on the bed. He approached her from behind, his dick, still solid as ever, straining for yet more entrance. He rubbed in on her bare, round hard ass. Then to her ass crack. He grabbed her head by her hair and jerked it back. She looked at Bob, with lust and utter devotion in her eyes. She was drooling. Then he rammed his cock hard up her cunt. The feeling was overwhelming for her. Her pussy grabbed and clinched at his pole like it’s life depended on it staying in her forever. Her body shook with a brand new blast of chills and sensations as he started fucking her brains out doggy style.

The door to her bedroom opened and Jenny and Sandra entered. They were naked. Both girls looked as vacant and happy as Monica felt. They slowly approached the bed and soon turned to each other and began to kiss. Both fell into the double bed. Jenny started to suck Monica’s tits and Sandra started to lick her ass around Toms thrusting cock. Both entranced girls began to rub their clits furiously.

As Monica looked back at her lover, could see her pet had entrenched itself deep in Bob’s skull. It had almost, completely hidden itself there and pulled the exposed flap back in place. She thought it was so cool how the bug completely controlled Bob’s body. It was lodged in his head like it was now his brain. That was a major turn on for her. She kind of wished it would crawl in her head and become her brain. She was nearing orgasm. Her friend’s ministrations and Bob’s cock were bringing her to a huge boil. She was panting and sweating and her tits were heaving like pink, jello boulders. Suddenly she felt something happen to Bob’s cock. It expanded like an air hose. Her brain hummed with new instruction. She knew what to do, like a good puppet. She disengaged her hot pussy and quickly brought the swollen cock up to her face. It had a large swelling in it. Something was inside the cock! Something she knew she wanted desperately. She fondled it with her hand gently, lovingly, her face just inches away from it. She opened her mouth into a perfect O and slid it inside her panting hot mouth. She felt it spring down her throat like it had a mind of its own.

Immediately it began to spasm, shooting tasty junk down her throat. It was like heaven. Her pussy responded to every vibration of the cock and each blast of cum with its own identical cadence of pleasure. Her body exploded with orgasm as she swallowed the never-ending flow of jism. Then, she felt something else come out of the cock. It felt like a small, hard, slimy egg exited the dick and slid down her throat. Monica shivered at the thought that something from her pet had entered her beautiful body. An electric buzz shot from her brain to her breasts, along her nerves and blood vessels. She could feel it hit her stomach, which contracted wildly, then to her thighs and calves. Then it curled back up to her swollen pussy. She screamed in pleasure. The master was giving her a whole new taste of pleasure. The whole room seemed to be bathed in green and purple light. She felt like her pussy and brain were going to split apart and explode. Her mind was buzzing, dizzy and disoriented. She couldn’t catch her breath. Spit and jism were flowing out of her open mouth and then her body shook as though electrocuted. Then she passed out.

Monica woke up. It was several hours later. The pet was screwing Jenny as she stood against the wall, her back arched and her face in total bliss. Sandra stood at attention, watching them with a blank, hungry stare, masturbating like a wild animal in heat. Monica smiled. She never felt so relaxed or calm. She felt like a sexy, used slut who was mindlessly serving her purpose. And she realized she was. She realized how much she loved her life. She realized how much she adored her pet. She knew it really, really loved her deeply. She looked down at her body, so perfect, so tight, and so curvy. She smiled again. She was born to be used up by her pet. It was heaven. She couldn’t wait for more. Her pussy started to twitch again. It seemed like it always twitched now. She looked at Bob. He was lying on the bed. The flap on his head was open. There was no brain inside! Monica couldn’t take her eyes away. She felt a deep, atavistic fear run through her head. She felt sick, on the verge of throwing up. She had to call the police. Something was horribly wrong. What the fuck had she been doing? She looked at her friends. Jenny was getting the shit fucked out of her by the pet and Sandra was jilling herself silly watching them. “What is going on here?!” she screamed. Her friends did not even look at her.

As soon as Monica got up from her bed, the pet disengaged from Jenny and moved quickly to the room’s center. It started to glow. Monica couldn’t help but take one quick look at the light…then another. Soon all three girls faced it, sighing and moaning, their pussies moist; there stares blank, their soft, empty smiles stuck on their faces. Monica looked at the bug for a while and then turned to her close friends, then at Bob. As she looked at him, she began to calm down. Soon she giggled. Bob had been used. Just like her and her friends. Everything was all right. She had been so silly to get scared. The pet was telling her that so she knew it had to be true.

She looked back at the pet. It’s light was stronger than ever. She knew why. It had gotten the food it needed; its mental capacity for control growing ever stronger, ever nicer for her and the others. A nice, soft, warm, naughty thought bloomed in her head. “We have to bury this body in back. I have lots of room down by the creek. If someone finds him, everything will be ruined for us,” she said to the other girls. Her two gorgeous, naked friends looked at her, still smiling. “Ok, Monica,” said Jenny. Sandra licked her lips. “Was he good in bed?” she asked as her lips twitched. “Oh my god, yes,” replied Monica. “Best fuck I ever had. The Master made him sooo good. I wish he could have just eaten me up.” The girls all laughed.

Chapter 2


Four weeks after Bob’s visit Monica was getting ready for her big night. Today was her 23rd birthday. She also had a sneaky suspicion that Tom would pop the question tonight. It would be her present. The best possible present he could give her. She was so excited. She loved him so much and couldn’t wait to begin their married life together. She stood staring at herself in the mirror. She had on a lovely strapless dress. Not to gaudy but tasteful. The straps and low cut showed off the top of her smooth back and pert, full breasts. It was a perfect dress for a perfect night. She started to think about her future life as Tom’s wife. All their plans would begin tonight. All the great things they had talked about and shared for years. It was like a fairy tale. It was all going to start for both of them tonight! Her pet sat on the bed behind her…and slowly started glowing. She could see the pretty, hypnotic colors in the mirror. She could feel her mind opening up, just as she liked it to. Her pussy rocked and her nipples expanded with blood. She began to receive the thoughts she so deeply craved lately. She just couldn’t seem to get enough great new things to think from the pet. She wanted more and more instruction about how she should live her life. She now so embraced the feeling of having her thoughts and desires fed to her from the pet. She realized she did not want to have a single thought of her own anymore. She was just a pretty little toy to be filled with better, stronger thoughts of her pet. She reached out and clasped her engorged tit and grinned. “You’re such a docile, easy slut,” she said to her reflection. She kept thinking of more, pretty thoughts as her brain continued to marinate with pleasure.

The evening had gone just as Tom planned. He had taken Monica out to dinner at a very ritzy restaurant. Then they had gone to the cultural district to see a play Monica had wanted to watch for quite a while. She loved it. He kept watching her pretty heart shaped face all through the performance. Her big, beautiful, brown eyes, her pouty, pretty, full lips, her smooth cheeks and upturned nose. Her perfect little chin. Her long, curvy neck. She had to be the most perfect girl in the world. And her personality was just as great as her appearance. Never stuck up, never mean, always kind and considerate with others, and so smart and funny. He knew he was the luckiest man alive.

And after, things went even better. He had driven up The Hill, a romantic spot overlooking the city. He had pulled out a box and gave it to her: her birthday present. She beamed at him and opened it up with the smile and enthusiasm of a high school girl. She looked just adorable: so young, so alive, so pretty, so in love. Soon she got the box open and saw what was inside: a huge expensive engagement ring. She looked up at him in a way she never had before; nothing but complete and utter adoration in her eyes. Before he could even ask her the question she was smothering him in kisses as she kept saying “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Monica was floating on cloud nine. She felt like a teenage girl who’s Prince Charming had arrived!

The perfect night adjourned to Monica’s house. She quickly sat Tom down in the living room and retreated to her bedroom. Discarding her dress, she quickly donned a tight, sexy bustier that showed off and inflated her gorgeous breast. She also had on a tiny micro skirt that barely covered her panty-less bottom. She felt like this was going to be the best night of her young life, except of course for her wedding night. She was beside herself with excitement and anticipation. After she changed she stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself with a critical eye. She stared at herself, admiring what she saw. She was hot. She was so very hot. Another pleasant new thought seeped into her fuzzy mind. A wicked smile creased her full lips. Her eyelids dipped. She thought about how her pet used her to use Bob for food, to make it stronger. So it could tighten its control on her even more. That had been so erotic. Seeing the pet suck the brains right out of his head. Her cunt started to hum. Her hand involuntarily rubbed it slowly as she watched herself in the mirror. “You are such a bad, naughty little slut,” she murmured. For a moment, the thought surprised her. She was not bad, naughty or a slut. She was nothing like that at all. But then the idea came again, stronger, more insistent, riding like an intoxicating, irresistible drug and she knew it was true. She was a bad, naughty slut; really capable of anything. She wanted her pet to tell her what to do, what to think. Nothing was sexier to Monica than to think of herself as an empty, beautiful piece of flesh that needed to have thoughts pumped into her; just as the pet often pumped its strong hard limb into her waiting, begging cunt and ass. Just as Bob had pumped his cock in her pussy and filled her mouth with cum. She moaned. She licked her lips. She just wanted her body filled with sex and her mind with pretty colors.

She thought about Bob again…then Tom. Tom would never know what she had done. He didn’t need to know. It was her body that had enjoyed Bob’s cock…her mind that had had been controlled. It wasn’t any of Tom’s business and he could fuck off if he thought it was.

She took her hand out of her pussy, blew the mirror a lusty kiss and walked seductively, crossing one leg over the other, making her ass sway, to the living room where her fianc?aited. She knew she was hot, sexy and full of great ideas that the pet would use to control her dull mind and horny body all night long. Monica glanced at the mirror one last time as she moved. She looked as soft, obedient and controlled as she felt. The image gave her pleasant goose bumps. She was more than ready to be with Tom. She couldn’t wait.

Tom and Monica had engaged in a bacchanalia of lovemaking. As always, he was an expert, gentle, patient love maker, hitting all her spots on queue and bringing her off over and over. She nestled in his arms, glowing with enjoyment. Suddenly she had an idea. An idea for a surprise that she had almost forgotten. She turned to Tom, kissed him and smiled. He smiled back.

Tom was tied up to the bed; his hands to the post and feet together. He had been shocked when Monica had suggested it. She had never before expressed an interest in bondage. But she looked so very sexy, so alluring, he realized immediately that this would be a fun new turn in their relationship. Monica leaned over him and kissed his stomach, then his face. “Baby, you made me the happiest girl alive tonight. Made my dreams come true. And now I am going to return the favor,” she husked. She stood up and bent down under the bed. Tom was smiling, wondering what surprise waited. When she came back up she had a huge, odd-looking thing cradled in her arms. It looked like some kind of overgrown bug with three legs. Tom’s mouth dropped. Monica had a lazy smile on her face and her eyes were half lidded. She looked like she was mired in an ecstatic, waking dream.

“What the hell is that?” said Tom in shock. Monica smiled at him then looked down at the pet with tender desire. She stroked it gently and it started to glow. He noticed that she shuttered slightly and her eyes closed for a moment.

“It’s my bug,” she replied dreamily. “I found it a couple months ago by the creek. Isn’t it just the very best?”

“Jesus Christ Monica, that thing is big. It might be dangerous!”

She smiled at Tom. “Oh no Tom, it’s not dangerous at all. Just the opposite. All it does is make my body feel ever so fine. It does all kinda cool shit to my pussy, my ass, my boobs. Gets my shit the fuck off. It makes me think things too. More and more it thinks for me. It tells me what I need to know and do to help it control me even more. I love that feeling when it fucks with my brain…how it is making my mind disappear...oh man, you have no idea how nice it feels, baby.”

“Monica, put that thing down and untie me right now, please!” Tom was sweating bullets. He felt fear like he never had before.

Monica wet her lips with her tongue and ran her hand down her side. “I can’t do that baby,” she purred. “Not unless it tells me to. And it won’t do that.”

Tom pleaded with her, “Please, Monica. Put that thing down! I don’t know what this thing is doing to you, but I love you. You can stop this. It’s me, Tom, we’re going to get married. Please fight this. Help me! We can do it together! I love you!”

Monica hesitated. She slowly bent over and put the pet on the ground like Tom had asked. When she stood up, her face was braced with emotion, fear. Tears sprung to her eyes. “I…love you…I love you, too.” She ran to him and hugged him hard, sobbing uncontrollably. “Tom, I need help! Something is wrong with me. That…that thing..it wants to control me! Do things to me! Make me do horrible things!”

Monica ran over to him, hugging him hard.

Tom kissed her face, “Its ok baby. That won’t happen. I won’t let it. We won’t let it. Just untie me. I will stop that fucker. I will deal with it for both of us. I will protect you. I’ll kill that god damn thing!”

Monica kissed him again holding him tight, crying heavily. “Oh god, I love you so much!”

She reached out and grabbed the knot holding Tom’s left hand to the post and started to untie it. The bug leapt on the bed and started to glow, its colors so much stronger now since the night with Bob. Monica could sense a tingle in her head; that old, familiar, warm, siren call to the basest, primitive parts of her brain. The parts of her brain that now loved and craved the pet’s voice. She could feel the first soft, sweet strokes of her pet’s desires tickling the animal side of her mind that the bug had dug into over the weeks and had expanded in her ever so craftily. She stopped untying the knot and glanced back at the bug. She blinked and shook her head. She had to think this out. She had to figure out how to help Tom and herself get out of this nightmare...get away from that thing. Her clit tingled at the same time her nipples did. She bit her lip softly. She stepped back and looked at the pet closer. She had to think about this hard and carefully. She couldn’t afford to make a mistake that would jeopardize her or the man she loved and wanted.

Tom shook his head, “No Monica! Don’t look at it, just untie me! Can’t you see it’s scared? We can kill it!”

Suddenly Monica thought of Bob again. As she did, her mind felt like it was a ripe fruit being peeled and opened by loving, caring, knowing, warm hands. How cool it had felt to let the pet use him for food; just like it used her pussy for a different type of food. How hot and sexy she felt when Bob/pet had fucked her brains out. How much she enjoyed having it shoot cum and that seed in her mouth. She remembered that incredible orgasm it had given her. The best she had ever had. Stronger and better than anything someone Tom could ever give. And a mindless slut like her needed that. She needed it hard like that. And often. She needed it rough and uncaring, not love and foreplay that a wimp like Tom would do. To get it rough like she deserved and longed for, to feel used and cheap and beat. She shook her head. Why did she think that? It just was not true. But once again the thought came to her, more insistent than ever, more appealing and seductive. Suddenly she knew what she had to do. The right answer came to her out of the blue. She was so grateful she had taken a minute to think this through. That she hadn’t rushed to any stupid decision. She fully understood how to best help herself out of this mess and help her fianc?oo. She had to act fast to help the both of them. She smiled at the pet and reached out and stroked one of its limbs. She had a small orgasm just from the touch.

She turned to Tom. “Baby, I know you are scared. I was maybe a little at first too. But this thing, it makes me feel so fucking good. Makes me feel like the no good, obedient stupid slut I am.”

No, Monica, your not!” Screamed Tom. “It’s making you think that shit. You are the smartest, nicest person I have ever met! We can make this stop!”

Monica slowly took off her bustier. Her round, firm boobs jiggled then stood out at attention. She grabbed both tits in her hands and ran her tongue over her plump red lips. She giggled, and then smiled. “But I don’t want it to stop baby. I love it. I want it to get stronger! I want this feeling to get better. I want to think only what it tells me. I want to feel only what it lets me.”

Tom shook his head in disbelief. “No, no” he muttered. “You have to think, Monica! It’s what makes us human, what we are! That’s how you can beat it! You can do it honey, I know you can.”

Monica sashayed sexily around the room in a slow, blissful haze, running her hands over her hips, her sides as she walked. Funny how her brain felt like that all the time now; all stuffed with pretty cotton. She had thought about seeing a doctor for a while but then she realized that she just enjoyed that fuzzy, warm feeling too much. Anything that felt that nice had to be good for her. She listened to what Tom said, but it didn’t sound like the truth. It sounded like he was trying to trick her. To make her give up something she enjoyed so much. Why would he do that to her? A new thought came to her: He wouldn’t if he really, truly loved me.

She looked at Tom and knew everything would be ok. “Oh sweetheart, why should I think when I have found something so much smarter and better than me to do that for me? It has the right to think for me.” She ran her hands over her body slowly. “It is so smart, so caring, so superior to me. And all I am is a very hot, sexy body with no thoughts of my own. My Master is teaching me what I really was made for…and that’s way more than anything you ever did for me” she said snidely. “You don’t know how easy and fun life is when all you need to do is what it makes you want to do.”

Monica bent over and licked the pet with slow lascivious strokes of her tongue. “Yes baby,” she cooed softly, “it has put me in heaven. I know exactly what my life should be now. I just want to belong to Him. I really do need that now, you know. I need Him way more than I ever needed you.”

She picked it up and put the bug on Tom’s chest. The glow flowed into his eyes and soon he became docile. Soon it crawled behind Tom’s still head. Monica knew what was coming. Just the thought sent warm chills down her spine. She leaned over and kissed Tom on the lips. “Don’t worry baby,’ she whispered in her most sultry, seductive voice. “You will love this. We will fuck each other’s brains out like we never have before. We’re going to get off like you won’t believe. It’s like we will both sacrifice our bodies in worship of it. Just like me and Bob did last week.”

Tom stared at her in disbelief. “Bob?” he asked numbly.

“Yes,” she laughed haughtily. “Bob from work. What a great fuck he was. Made me cum like crazy all night. He knew just how to play with my body,” she continued, running over her sides and stomach, then her ass with her hands.

By now Tom had given up. Monica’s sexy taunting and revelation of her affair, his hopeless situation and pet’s glow had reduced him to a state of immobile pacification. Only his open eyes and the agonized look on his face signaled that he was awake and still thinking.

Monica watched the pet slowly slice into the back of Tom’s skull. As she sat and watched, tears ran down her face. But a pretty, joyful smile was on her lips and she kept rubbing her wet pussy, cumming again and again while she watched the pet begin to work on the man she had loved so much.

Soon the creature had burrowed into the back of Tom’s head. His eyes flew open and he sat up. “Untie me,” he commanded. Monica, her hands and arms shaking did as she was told.

As soon as he was free, Tom roughly threw Monica on the bed. He quickly began to tie her up, just as she had been. When he was finished, he stared down at her coldly. “You want fucked, don’t you bitch?” he sneered.

“Oh god yesss….” She moaned. “I need it so bad..”

“You love being tied up and helpless, controlled, don’t you slut? Love how it feels?”

Monica’s shaking body twitched in a small orgasm just hearing his words.

“Mmmm….fuck yah I…d…d..do…”

“Tell me how you love being helpless and controlled!” Tom directed.

Monica’s head was rolling side to side in ecstasy, her eyes fluttering.

“I..I…l…lo..love it so..f…fu..fuckin..m..mu…much! I need t…to..to..fee…feel like this.”

“How?” he demanded, pressing the issue.

“H..h..helpless…t..to..tot..totally….c..con…cont..controlled..”

Tom’s blank face smiled cruelly. “I know you do, bitch.” And then he pounced.

Tom’s cock was in her face before she knew it. She opened her full, wet lips greedily, desperate to have Master’s/Tom’s cock deep in her mouth. He began to face fuck her with a fury. His cock slapping and jamming into her lips as she tried to lick and suck him off through his frenzy. She couldn’t stop her body from twitching and shaking with his every thrust. It was heaven. Soon he exploded with a massive orgasm. His jism flooded her mouth and throat as the gorgeous young girl swallowed like mad trying to ingest every drop of her man’s cum. After a moment, he pulled back and blasted her sweaty face and heaving tits with warm, white jism. She purred and groaned as her pussy baked and shook with her own intense orgasm. After he was done, he left his cock dangling by her panting, moist mouth. She watched in blessed out haze as once again, the swelling she had seen in Bob’s dick started in Toms. A swelling that moved slowly up his shaft to its head.

Tom grabbed the cock with one hand and held it right up to her lips.

“The egg is coming out. Take it in your mouth, whore,” he said.

Monica struggled to open her quivering lips into a wide O to receive her Master’s gift. They were shaking so bad it was hard for her to control them. Finally she did.

Tom laid the tip of his cock on her bottom lip. Soon the little white egg came forth. It hung on her pink, wet lip for a brief moment, and then it slipped into her waiting mouth. She moaned as she felt it arrive. Greedily she swallowed over and over again, as if a baby on its mother’s tit. As it slide down her eager throat, into her body, her head lolled back and her eyes closed in another orgasmic pleasure.

Tom repositioned himself on top of her tied up, prostrate form. She was so slick with sweat and desire his hands and body slipped on hers as he moved.

“Now I am going to fuck you like you need, you pretty little cunt,” he rasped.

“Oh yes, do me like that,” Monica begged. His throbbing cock was jumping up and down. She looked at him with pleading eyes.

Tom took his cock and rubbed it around her puffed up pussy. It sent thrills of pleasure up and down her whole body. She wanted to do this forever.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asked.

“Oh god yesss…so fu…fucking..re..ready.” she replied, staring up into his face with total rapture. “Put it in…please..put it in so deep…”

He rammed his member deep inside her wet pussy. Her body arched in response.

“Fuck yah…t..te..tear…my..s..sh..shit...t…th…the… fuck…up,” she mewled, almost incoherently. “Give it to me…please!”

Tom started to hammer the tied up girl relentlessly. He was so rough, so hard, and so good. She had never imagined her body could feel this good. Her hair flew back and forth with each thrust, spraying sweat on both of them. He groped, licked and kissed her inflamed nipples and boobs as he drilled into her. Then he moved his head up and began to kiss her face and lips. She responded wildly, her lips and tongue reaching out all over his face and mouth, needing his touch so very bad. Her moans kept getting longer and louder, more wanton and animalistic with every kiss of their mouths, every thrust into her wet pussy.

“You love me, don’t you slut?” Tom asked between thrusts.

“Ohhhh yeah, Tom, I love you more than anything, ever!” she gasped back. “I only need you, nothing else.” She purred loudly. “You feel sooo good baby,” she moaned, “I feel so good. Oh baby, just give me every inch!”

Finally, she could feel his dick pulse and throb harder than before. It was almost time. She braced herself for what was about to happen. When he came, it was almost too much for her. Every muscle in her body strained in abject pleasure. Her muscles strained in stark relief against her skin. Her toes curled up. Her calves, stomach, pussy, back and arms cramped up in pain and pleasure. For a brief moment, she actually thought she would break the ropes that bound her. But that could never happen. She would always be bound, for the rest of her life. That was why it was all so good. She came for what seemed like hours, just lost in a haze of perfect, mindless pleasure that her hot young, needy body was in perfect tune with. She wished it would never stop…ever.

Tom and Monica had the night of their lives. It was everything Monica had imagined for the night Tom would propose to her and more. He fucked her like he never had before, and it was even nicer because the pet was attached to his head. She never felt so sexy and so complete. It was paradise. When it was all over she curled up with Tom, kissed him on the lips and lay in his perfect, loving arms, her head on his chest.

When she woke up, Tom was laying there, the pet was gone and so was his brain. He was just an empty shell now. Just like I want to be, thought Monica and she felt her heart beat start to flutter with excitement. She looked around and her best friends Sandra and Jenny were standing in front of the mirror, fingering themselves and kissing as they stared at their wet, beautiful reflections. The pet was probably under the bed digesting its nourishment. Monica could feel thoughts inside her head, that familiar, sexy tingle of being told what to do. She looked at her naked friends. “Take this body out by Bob’s and bury it,” she said peremptorily, coldly. She took one last look at her fianc?He had been so lucky to serve the pet like he had. He had been so lucky to fuck her hot, wet, slutty body, too. She knew he had appreciated it. She knew because the pet told her he did.

As the girls started to drag Tom off the bed, she retired to the bathroom to wash the night’s sex from her body. She could never remember feeling so good, so complete, and so fucking alive.

After Tom’s burial, Monica and the two girls sat in the living room. Monica made them bacon and eggs. They laughed and talked about their jobs, their lives and boys. Monica served herself last and sat down. She gave them a wicked smile. “So how is it going with your boyfriends’?”

Sandra laughed, “Me and John are going at it hot and heavy. He’s just a little pissed that I am not spending as much time with him...but I really need to come here..you know..,” she trailed off softly as she blinked her soft, glassy eyes. Jennifer nodded in agreement. “Same with me and Eric…”

Monica smiled at her and giggled. “Oh yeah, I know alright.” All three girls got a vacant look on their faces and quivered. Small moans escaped from their lips all at once. Monica thought their simultaneous reaction was just so sexy and hot. It showed her what control the pet was achieving over both of her friends…and more importantly, her. Feeding on Bob’s brain had made it’s mental energy so much stronger. She reached down to her twat, which was already soaking wet. She pulled her wet hand up. “Mmmmmm… smell it,” she said as she stuck her hand in Jenny’s cute face. Jenny shook and leaned forward and inhaled deeply. She moaned quietly, and took Monica’s fingers in her mouth. Jenny licked and licked while Sandra started to massage her tits through her tee shirt. “God I love how it makes me feel…this is so fun.” said Sandra softly to no one in particular. Her eyes had a far away haziness to them; a silly, easy grin split her face.

Monica shook her head to clear her thoughts. “Look, I have to go away for a while. It needs me to make it stronger, to make more of them. I am leaving in two weeks. But before that, I need both of you to start picking up guys at nightclubs and bars and bringing them here. It needs to…..u…us..use..us,” Monica moaned at the word, “to get more brain food.” Monica couldn’t go on for a moment. She was breathing very hard and her nipples were extended and quivering again like they were alive. Her clit felt like it was growing with each breath. Was it actually quivering down there like her nipples or was she imagining it? So weird if it was actually happening. And it felt so nice. She hoped both her lovely friends were feeling the exact same thing. “Once it feeds four more times, then I have to go. You two will just keep going on with your normal lives till I get back. Understood?”

All three were now fingering their pussies like mad. “Yesssssss…” both Sandra and Jenny purred and all three of them came at the same time. The pet stood in the hallway and watched, glowing.

“Make sure you don’t use your boyfriends as the material. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Just go to bars or clubs and pick up random materi…um… guys to use as food. Don’t let anyone see you leave with them. Just dress all sexy, shake your cute asses and act like the little sluts you are. You can do that, right?”

As Monica was saying this, she started to sway her hips slow and sexy, run her hands over his sides, and then slapped her hard, round ass as a final demonstrative punctuation point of how they should act when picking up guys. Then she stood there saucily, with her arms akimbo, giving her friends an irresistibly sexy pout. After a moment of pausing like that, she arched her dark eyebrows and broke into a mischievous grin.

“Yes Monica,” both replied in unison through another orgasm. Soon all three girls were giggling and exploding with laughter over Monica’s play-acting and antics. They all decided to retire to Monica’s bed for a day and night of sex with each other and the pet.


Chapter 3

A couple weeks later and four more bodies in the woods by the creek, Monica was ready to go. But first she needed to get fucked…and instruction. Friday she came home from work and was trembling as she ran to her bedroom. Her shaking hands actually ripped her clothes off before she got there. She didn’t have the patience to undress. She felt like some junkie going to get her fix. But this was so much better. She was an empty slave going to get her brain and pussy filled by her master. She had simmered in a slow burn all day at work. Seeing the addictive colors on the back of her eyes, her pussy dripping all day long, her nipples getting bigger and harder than she ever thought possible. They sent bolts of pleasure right into chest. She had rubbed out seven times in the bathroom that day.

As she reached her bedroom door, a huge glob of drool fell from her mouth and hit her swaying right tit. She looked down on it. The way it dripped down her breast, all wet and shiny and naughty against her hard boob. She reached with her hand and rubbed the spit all over her tit. All of a sudden her right nipple quivered and jumped. A half second later her left one did. Half a second later it felt like her clit did the same! She spread her legs and looked at her pussy. Her clit stood out in red prominence. She looked at it closely. It looked at least twice as big as she had ever seen it. “Ahhhh… man…..fuck…..” she moaned, staring at her pussy. She marveled at how wet, needy and sensitive her pussy was these days. She couldn’t seem to remember it being like that until recently. It was so strange and new; like a cunt on steroids. She thought it was great. That realization just made her wetter. God I’m such a horny, bitch, she thought. It made her giggle lustfully.

Her head lolled back and Monica shut her eyes. She could feel her pussy, hot as a furnace, begging for touch, just as her brain was begging for instruction. The pet’s colors rolled behind her closed eyes. Ahhh..fuckin shit…. She had to get to her pet now!


Monica was in her bedroom. The pet was gripping her thin waist tightly with two appendages. The third was rammed up her tight asshole giving her a hard fuck. She was supporting herself with her arms against the mirror on her wall. The pet was so much bigger now than it had been before…and physically stronger. With every hard thrust the creature slammed Monica’s sweating breasts and face against the mirror. It was working her over with a reckless, brutal abandon it had never shown before. The mirror was soaked with perspiration. Every time the pet pulled its limb back Monica pushed her arms out again and retracted from the mirror. Her sexy arm and back muscles, toned from great genes and countless hours in the gym, flexed in stark relief with the effort. Her head lolled back and forth, her pretty neck muscles shown off by her movements. Monica would use this brief respite to look hard at her reflection. She looked so wasted and so used. Her eyes looked glazed and far away. Her mouth kept twitching involuntarily. She loved her look and it turned her on even more.

Monica thought about how much she loved what she was becoming. How great the change was in her. How much she wanted to change more and faster; to have the pet empty her out and mold and craft her into the wild, wanton sexy slave it wanted her to be.

Her head and boobs slammed into the mirror again. “Consumed”, she said softly as the pet reamed her out. How hot would it be to have my entire personality and thoughts completely consumed… she wondered idly. She came at the thought. Slam, she hit mirror again. Consumed…and then refilled with colors… bad thoughts…so I could do all kinds of bad, bad things to other people…material… She came again, harder. Or just have my brain eaten up like Tom and Bob…Mmmmm….that would feel sooo cool… She came again. That would feel so cool to have my pet physically inside my skull…..Mmmm..look so cool… Orgasm, slam! Monica took a hard breath in. She was shaking all over. She started to speak to herself as the fucking continued, “Mmmmmm…..feed on your material….feels so…fu…fuc..fuckin g…goo…good….mmmm…fuck me…feed on me…make me s..s.s..so fuckin empty.” Monica’s voice was soft, deep and husky. Anyone who knew the cute, vivacious college grad would not even recognize her voice. She sounded like someone else entirely. Someone not so nice as Monica had always been. Monica’s eyes started to slide up and down and side to side behind her closed lids. All she could see were purple and green colors. Sweat and spit poured down her face, neck, boobs and shaking abs. “Make m…m..me so f.f..fuck..fucking empty……the…then..fill me…up..w..wi..with colors and…f..f..f…fuc..fuckin …ba …b…bad…t..things.”

Monica knew that pet was penetrating her up the ass to deposit another piece- a tendril- in her to go along with the two hard seeds she knew were in her body. This had happened before and she loved the thought of having some of pet inside her so it could use her sexy body some more to enslave other good food material.

Monica knelt by her bed, looking at her Master. Its glow reached right into her empty mind. She was not thinking, not feeling anything except her hot body filled with pure animal, sexual euphoria. The pet’s instructions flowed easier than ever right to her brain, embedding themselves as Monica’s thoughts. It was the last that thing needed to happen before her departure.

Monica walked into the Bigger’s Pawn shop. An old white haired man sat behind the counter. Monica gave him her adorable smile and said hi. She pulled out her engagement ring and asked what she could get for it. She thought about the fuzzy feeling and the colors that seemed to be in her brain as the old man looked at Tom’s ring. She realized she should be scared of that weird feeling…but she wasn’t. Instead, she reveled in it. The thought gave her a jolt in her head. The pleasant buzz got stronger and seemed to spread down her spine to her body. She felt warm, lazy and content. Her eyes got a glassy, opaque look to them. She broke out in a goofy, high grin.

“Hello Miss!” the old man said again. Monica popped out of her reverie. She realized she had been staring off into space, enjoying her thoughts, warm feelings and the sexy colors. She blushed with embarrassment. She smiled at the man.

“This is a really nice ring,” he said, “I can give you ten grand, but to be honest, it is worth more.”

Monica’s eyes lit up! Ten grand would suit her fine. “Thanks, I appreciate that.” she smiled. “I’ll take it,” she replied.

“Where did you get this fine ring, if I may ask?”

Monica blinked slowly as though coming out of a dream she was trying to recall. “…Oh…it was from my fianc?

“Sorry it didn’t work out.”

Monica nodded her head. “Me too. I thought we would spend our lives together. I still love him very much.”

The old man shook his head. “I know it is none of my business, but maybe you are moving too fast. Perhaps you will get back together.”

Monica smiled sadly. “I really wish we could. But I don’t think so. It’s just gone too far for that to happen now. I finally realized he wasn’t the one for me.”

The old man shook his head. “A damn shame. And you are such an attractive young girl. For what it’s worth, you will find another for sure.”

Monica blushed at the compliment. She felt she would find another as well. The pet wanted her to hook up with many more men and girls. She smiled at the thought of her nice, busy future.

The old man walked back to a room down the hall.

Why did I think that? she wondered. She didn’t think of herself as some hot bitch…did she? But I am hot. The idea jumped unbidden to her mind. It made her feel sultry and sexy. I’m a hot and sexy … Monica smiled softly and her hand slowly raised up and caressed her cheek, then down her neck. I’m a hot, sexy bitch who likes to get used. I love to make others get used too… Monica’s hand touched her breasts gently. I love to do bad things…..I love to get eaten up….all eaten up…my body and my mind… The young girl gave out a soft gasp. I love to watch men get their brains eaten up by my little pet…I need to fuck a lot more guys for Master. I want to have my brains eaten up….mmmm….”

“Miss!” the old man hollered. Monica looked at him. He had been talking to her but she had not heard him in her blissful state. He was looking at her funny. She realized she had been spacing out in front of the nice, old man. She felt so stupid. He had the check in his hand. Monica thanked him profusely and walked out of the store ten thousand dollars richer and very embarrassed.

As she drove off, she couldn’t believe she had been getting turned on in the old man’s store with her kinky, strange fantasies. She had to stop doing that. She was becoming some kind of silly airhead. She thought about how selling Tom’s ring made a final cut with him.

In the last few weeks since his “disappearance”, she realized she didn’t miss him at all. She still had her awesome pet to keep her company with its pretty lights. Right now, that was all she needed. Someday, she would want to date again, to look for the right man, her Prince Charming to share a life with. Right now, just relaxing with her pet and her good friends Jenny and Sandra was all she needed. She could tell by her lack of emotion to Tom’s disappearance that he really didn’t mean anything to her. It had all been a huge mistake and waste of time on her part. She was glad he had left. He really had proved to be a big fat nothing in the end. Just some kind of…human material for her to use and…discard without care….because…because.. she was just some unfeeling, sexy, bad bitch. The thought brought back her pleasant brain buzz. She looked up in her rearview mirror, studying her perfect face framed by her black hair for a long time. She tossed her head and watched her shiny hair bounce. It looked so hot. She looked so hot.
Monica shot a glance at the large suitcase in the passenger seat. Her pet was in it. She just had to take it with her to see Tina. She would be totally lost without it. She knew that. She reached out and stroked the case with care.

Her hand withdrew from the suitcase and went up her skirt. Her thighs and the car seat were already soaked. She could smell humid, open pussy in the car. Her pussy. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath. She drenched her hand in her pussy then brought it up to her nose and inhaled. She licked the fingers off and immediately them returned to her wet twat. She looked back up in the mirror. She noticed her eyes were half closed and looked glazed and dull. She kept staring at her pretty face. She loved when she looked like that; so out of it, so sexy. C’mon Monica, she thought, her intelligence fighting to regain control, “snap out of this kinky daydream before you wreck the fucking car.” She took a deep breath to clear her head; but it only smelled like more available pussy. She looked back up in the mirror, bunched up her bow shaped, pouty lips and blew herself a long, slow kiss, then grinned at herself. “Mmm, sexy baby,” she breathed, “you were born to get used up so hard that you won’t even remember who you are..” That idea was too much for the pretty young girl. Her pussy spasmed and she came hard.


She continued to have these kinky, sexy thoughts invade her brain on the rest of her ride to Tina’s. She kept playing with herself too. By the time she got to her sister’s house, Monica knew she was a very bad, naughty girl, almost capable of doing anything to anyone. She also realized that her previous life of thinking was very overrated. She didn’t want to think anymore. She just wanted to feel good and do all the fun, naughty, sexy bad things that popped into her head. Fun, bad things that turned her on. She smiled at that idea. It seemed all so new and exciting to her. She couldn’t wait to see Tina!

Monica had driven east to see her sister. Tina was only 18 and a first year college student. Like Monica, she was majoring in graphic arts. She had plans for perhaps working with her sister someday. They were very close and always had been. Tina very much resembled her sister: Long, muscular legs that wouldn’t quit; firm, cut tummy; thin waist; graceful long neck; cute, sexy face with an upturned nose. Round tight ass and curvy, pretty arms. She was tanned all over her flawless skin. Pouty, pink, full lips over a stunning smile. Also like Monica, she had hard, firm C cups that looked very big on a petite frame. The only difference was that Tina was blonde and blue eyed, taking after their mother where Monica had her dad’s color.

Tina lived in her own rented house that her parents had gotten for her. Mom and dad were very successful and rich college graduates. Mom was the head of triage nursing at a large hospital and their father was a high priced lawyer. He did a lot of pro bono work because he had a social conscience. They had imbued both girls with a strong will to succeed and achieve as well as a sense of responsibility for their fellow man. They were truly their parent’s children.

After Monica’s long drive, they decided to stay in at Tina’s place and order a pizza and some wine. They talked for hours, about their lives, their plans, their dreams and caught up on what old friends were doing. Tina carefully did not bring up Tom’s strange disappearance. She did not want to bring back any unhappy memories for her sister. The conversation turned to Tina’s schooling.