The mistresses had their hands full getting their toys to sleep that night. Limp and glazed over, they more or less had to carry them to their beds. It was a surreal time, and neither husband nor wife would remember that evening.
Once that was done, the three women tromped downstairs to unwind. Trading skintight leather for cotton panties and oversized t-shirts. Tonight was movie night. And they ended up falling asleep in front of the TV.
Then, at the stroke of twelve, something strange happened. Momo and the others had packed their toys away for the night, then retired themselves. The house was silent save for the hiss of winter wind outside. The hiss of wind on the snow's icy shell. A hiss which grew closer and closer…
Izuku's eyes snapped open, that wasn't the wind. He called out to Ochako but she always slept like a log.
A door in the hall creaked. And there was a heavy thump as something huge moved. Something heavy, Izuku heard the house's frame creak. Then a rhythmic scrape scrape scrape of scales on lacquered floorboards. Closer and closer, to their bedroom door. He tried to move, to get up and escape but the form-fitting bed gave no leverage. He tried to activate One For All but a sudden buzz from his cock ring ruined his concentration.
"Trussst in me… Trussst in me… Trussst in me…" Something hummed. Slurring the letter s.
Oh god, what a sexy voice. Feminine and delicate but throaty as if spoken by a thing with an enormous body. Alluring as a vampiress' moan, a cool and fluffy blanket ready to wrap him up all tight and safe. Their door opened. Izuku strained to see but the edge of his box was too high. Izuku clenched every muscle in his back and pushed up with his elbows.
Bzzzz…
Jaw clenched he fought through the lovely vibes on his exhausted cock. Defiant he peaked over the bed's edge. Just in time so spy the scaly upper curve of something slither into the room. An enormous shape.
"Ah ah ah… Not yet, naughty boy."
Something cool and scaly wrapped around his head. A blindfold of pulsating flesh. Gentle, it pushed his head back down into its assigned groove. Fear throbbed red hot in his chest. This thing, it'd caught him while he was vulnerable. It knew his guard would be down and it had struck at his weakest moment. Just what kind of a villain was this?
"I can't let you see me yet. That adorably slutty little meal ordering you around, Momo I think. Well, she hasn't opened your mind enough to… appreciate me just yet."
Izuku swallowed. "I-I'm warning you! I don't know how you got here, villain. But there's five pro heroes in this house. So if you do anything to me." He made a fist. "Or if you so much as think of putting your hands on my wife. You're in for a whole world of pain."
A pin dropped. Both he and his assailant could hear it. And then the creature burst out with a loud and undulating laugh.
"Ha ha ha! Oh, my. Mei was so right about you. You are so uptight…" The coil around his head slithered around, the creature fed more of its length to it. Its tail tip trailed down his chest and tickled his nipple. "So tense."
"Wait, Mei sent you?!"
"Something like that. Do you remember how Momo told you there were three mistresses? Well, that's not quite true. I am mistress number four, you can call me Scarlet." He felt the enormous presence slither round and around his bed. Until the point of a huge head nudged his sore cock.
"Gah… jeez, easy. I just finished jizzing my brains out."
"Aw, poor baby. Shall I kiss it better?"
"I'd… like it if you didn't touch it at all. I'm really sore."
The presence huffed. "Well I certainly can't do that… Hmm, let's try this…"
Something sharp jabbed his hip. It hurt. Just as he forced out an 'Ow! What was that for?' The heat hit him. Waves of fluid lust crashed through him. Narcotic love set his nerves alight in erotic fire. Suddenly he was rock hard. Painfully so. Helpless he twitched in the cool air. Hungry for a woman's touch.
"Wha… what the fuck?"
"Just a little, stimulant of mine. Very powerful. Now, let's see if I can't coax a little more juice from these fruits."
A long tongue slapped across his balls. A forked tip dragged across each squishy egg in turn. The creature was licking him.
"My mouth's not very good for blowjobs, dear. My tongue, however…"
All at once she wrapped his shaft up tight. Ensconced it all in coil after coil of rubbery slick flesh, the same material found in high-end Fleshlights. Powerful muscles inside the woman-thing's tongue. And she began to stroke him… fast.
"Feed me, human. Give me a taste~"
It didn't take much. Primed to the edge as he'd been, it barely took a minute to make him pop off. The creature licked up his issue with ease. And then hot slick flesh engulfed his entire penis. While some small teeth scraped the flesh above his cock's base. He gasped and the lewdly textured mouth sucked. Then disengaged with a pop. And his cock bobbed squeaky clean, tense in the cool air.
"Mmm, delicious<3" He heard the creature's womanly moan vibrate all the way down its long body. All the way to her tail, still tickling his chest. "You just might break me of my taste for slutty girls"
All at once the dexterous shape dropped to the floor. Flush to it, below the bed's edge. Then the tail slipped off his face. He looked up to glimpse it fast. But only spied a glimpse of ruby red.
"Six days, honey. Six days until my little show…"
Izuku woke up exhausted the next day. Unsure of whether his midnight encounter had been real, or some deep-seated sexual fantasy unleashed by this place. When he asked Momo about his dream, she momentarily paused, but then gave a knowing smile. And told him not to worry his cute little head. Everything was under control…
==0==
DAY 3: Sex Demonstration
Izuku grunted and thrust hard into Ochako. Who gasped and clung to him. Huge tits nearly smothering his face. Close in a passionate embrace they screwed each other on the lodge's living room couch. Brown leather streaked with sweat and marked by their combined scents. Not quite a bed, but close enough. Their owners had done plenty to set the stage. Folding down the couch's back flat and opening the front into recliner mode. Providing ample room for their toys to play.
They damn near knocked the couch over they were screwing so hard. Man on top and woman pinned beneath. Helpless and pulled along for the ride. Begging for more with every thrust. Before today their sex life had been… vanilla at best. But now it was rough and passionate.
"Ochako, honey… Holy shit you're so fucking tight now…" He groaned. Face smothered in fat tits. Trying not to think too much about how deliciously Ochako's upgraded silk purse sucked his fat hog.
"And you've— Ahn<3 You've gotten so thick… Oh god you're stretching me… Stretching me…"
"Should I… Slow down?"
Ochako bit his ear. Roughly grabbing his ass. "Don't you fucking dare, Deku. Break, me, in."
That did it. Izuku let out a choked groan. Desperate he pulled out and fired his shot all over his wife's belly. Like they had so many times before. But the cock training had already yielded ripe fruit. And so he didn't just spatter her sleek abs. He spattered the undersides of her unnaturally perky tits.
All this was a show, not private in the slightest. Their owners looked on in pleasure. Sitting on the opposite couch and filling it to capacity with their fat assed. Nipples roused and stretched buttery leather. Full lips licked and fulsome thighs rubbed together. Three flavors of expert femdom dispensers watched the goings on with expert eyes.
A coffee table sat between the two couches. One carrying a large coil of sturdy silk rope. That was for stage 2.
"Ooh my, I think Izuku's taking our lessons very well." Momo fanned herself.
"Hmm, maybe. He might be relying on his new size a little too much." Midnight absently toyed with her left nipple.
"Can you blame him, though? I mean look at that thing." Mei bit her thumb.
"Oh I'm looking all right. Mm! Tasty!"
On the queue, their male toy slid off the bed. Nursing his swollen penis, rubbing the sore red ring around his base. They'd let him free of Mei's 85th baby for the day. All the better to see what he could do on his own.
"How'd I do… mistress?" He leaned on the couch arm to catch his breath.
"You did admirably, handsome." Momo purred. Tracing her fingers up his bracing arm. Blantly feeling up his powerful chest. "But it's time for you to watch now. Shall we, girls?"
Her fellow dommes grinned. Now it was their turn. Wiggling their butts from the sofa's confines, they let Izuku flop onto it. Together they crowded around their living sex doll and hoister her aloft. Three pairs of expert naughty hands made the elaborate ropework an easy task. Within moments Momo was hanging in the air. Helpless over the couch. Bound in soft cuffs around each limb and leashed to some sturdy hooks bolted to the ceiling. More veins of knotted ropes crisscrossed her body. Ropes lifted and parted her breasts. Isolating them and opening her cleavage. While another set of curving straps parted her doughy cheeks. Exposing her slickened privates. A naughty full-body harness to accentuate her every curve. And she had a lot to accentuate.
"How do you feel, sweet thing? Good?" Momo patted her friend's head.
Ochako nodded.
"Great." She addressed her partners. "I'll take things from here girls."
Mei and Midnight took up their stations next to Izuku. Smushed between them they fawned over his sweaty body. Touching everything, every nook and cranny of him. Except for his cock, that was off-limits.
"Hmm… let's see how big you've gotten." Mei purred and felt around in her backpack. "…um. Aw crap I left the ruler downstairs."
Midnight laughed. "I've got your ruler right here."
The veteran slut parted her bimboish cockpillows with two slender fingers. Giving her toy a delicious view of her moist mouth. And then she dove in. A long kiss to the tip made his toes curl. And a series of rhythmic bobs after that siphoned his new length down Midnight's throat. An alarming gag sound teased his ears as she pretended to choke. Letting rivulets of spit run down his shaft. As she worked she held up her fingers to count off the inches.
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Eight.
"Gulp… Guhhhlumpawwwahhhk…<3"
Sore as he was, he almost loosed another white bolt right there. He'd never heard a woman's throat make that sound before. Not even in porn! Midnight rested her head on the couch's back to catch her breath.
"Eight inches, congrats, cutie. You've gained a full inch in three days."
Izuku's mind struggled to comprehend this. "Holy shit. I didn't think that was possible."
"Well the proof's right here." Mei roughly squeezed his tender shaft. He gasped, and she kissed him on the cheek. "It's 'cause you're such a good cock pet."
While all this happened, Momo went to work on Ochako. Already warmed up by Izuku's tool, she didn't need any lube. So Momo created a toy just for her. A long and black bulb of a strapon. A double-ended one which she worked into her own gash. All while shoving it right in Ochako's blushing face. All but commanding the innocent girl to lube the business end up with spit while she strapped it on.
She'd needed to make an extra-large harness to fit around her broodmother hips and pornographic hindquarters. But it was worth it, to see Ochako's eyes shrink with erotic fear at the sight of the long and bumpy shadow cast on her pussy.
"Don't touch him while I'm inside her. He doesn't get release until I say so." Momo commanded.
"Roger, boss lady." Mei saluted.
"With pleasure." Midnight hummed.
Momo pushed her newest toy into Ochako. Electronics inside activated. But instead of vibrating, it puffed up and spun. Slowly like a cotton candy machine. Slightly curved up, it made a distinctive bump on Ochako's fit stomach. Just below her belly button. One which slowly emerged and sank down again in time with the rotations.
Momo didn't have Izuku's muscle mass. But gravity and balance were on her side. Angling her toy down, she balanced on her precarious stilettos and swung forward, deep into her. Sheer mass of her fat ass driving the thick toy jigglingly deep into Ochako's poor little cock pocket.
Whump
A fuse in Izuku's brain damn near blew. He swore he heard Momo's ass clap at the end on that thrust.
Whump
Clap
Whump
Clap
Whump
Clap
Momo pounded a siren's song of wails from his wife. All while unknowingly quaking her ass in a way that'd make Prevence blush. It was too much. He'd just cum but he was already being teased again. And the mocking images of asses bouncing on the previous day overwhelmed him.
He needed to fuck that XXL bubble butt.
Instinct took over, he slid from the couch and stalked toward Momo. Cock jutting toward her unaware back. Mei moved to grab his balls and stop him, but Midnight caught her arm. The older woman shook her head and winked. Mischief in her eyes.
Momo didn't hear Izuku coming. Not until he'd seized her doughy back bumper in both hands and parted them like the red sea.
"H-hey! S-stop that! Bad boy! Sit! Stay!" She struggled to find more invectives. "Hey! I told you two to keep him under control!"
"You said not to touch him, though." Midnight giggled. Mei got her meaning and snickered too.
Momo blushed bright red. Oh, crap. Those two weren't bailing her out of this.
Izuku lined up his huge organ. Hips positioned from below he pushed up into Momo's slippery asshole. It took several grunting thrusts to cram all of his meat into her.
He hit a deep, deep spot upside Momo's back pipe. Sheer girth stretched her powerful anal muscles. And in turn shoved the pulsating bulb in her pussy harder against her g-spot. A lever action that squeezed her thick clit tighter against the silicone cockflesh it rested on. Momo's gasp came out candy sweet. Her exquisite back arched, toes curled inside her expensive fuck me boots. All while her french nail talons dug deep into Ochako's soft hips. Enough to leave red marks.
"Nyahh!" Momo shot him a glare. Undermined by her cute blush. "I didn't say you could—"
Izuku grunted and humped her. Smushing her badass booty like twin novelty-size water balloons.
"Phuk your thick… I-I mean you're gonna pay for this slutboy." She gritted her teeth. "I'm gonna punish you so fucking hard..."
Izuku seized her itty bitty waist and pumped her a second time. Her threat devolved into a half-lidded 'ohhh~'.
"Worth… it…"
Momo caught her breath and barely composed herself. "W-well as long as you know the risks, sweet thing. Then I suppose I can let you use my butt. But this is a one-time thing! Don't think you can just overwhelm me with pleasure like some common slut—"
Thrust.
"Ahhhhh…<3 What was I saying?"
"I think you finished." Izuku snickered.
"Right… Right… Just try to sync your hips to mine."
He obliged, happy to finally get all up in the ass that'd teased him the day before. And she felt even better than he dreamed. Rougher than a pussy but so insanely tight and dexterous. Unexplored territory for an intrepid spelunker. Virgin land to be despoiled by man's seed.
Momo redoubled her own thrusts. Bending her legs to really engage her toned core. Her faux cock spun and stretched Ochako's candy sweet pussy staccato and fast. Out of rhythm with her tormentors. Keeping her body guessing as they pummeled her cross-eyed.
"Mmmmm!"
Ochako squealed into her gag. Hearts in her eyes. The sheer force of Izuku's battering boner made her swing. And damn near knocked Momo off balance. If it wasn't for his firm hold on her waist, she would have face-planted square into Ochako's tits. Swinging momentum cause Ochako to sway further up Momo's toy than intended. It got to the point where she was a tetherball. Rhythmic smacks from their combined hips swung her up… and then gravity brought her back down.
Through all this, her husband indulged his newfangled ass-lust. Animal thrusting and groping and pounding played a song of meaty smack smack smacks on Momo's fat ass. Ravenous he slid his paws to her tits and got his callused palms under the naughty little strap holding them back. Her pair was firmer than his wife's. Less softened by a man's horny touch. Unlike japan's resident power couple, she hadn't been quite so lucky in love. Not that he could imagine why. Especially with these thump-tip-sized nipples scraping his palms…
Face buried in the back of his mistress' neck, he watched Ochako squirm buck and squeal. Helpless as this exquisite woman used her like a toy. He realized that he loved it. Knowing that his wife was being sexually pummeled by a woman of equal prowess sent a filthy thrill through his cock. It made his balls twinge. Suddenly he and Momo weren't opponents. Or a mistress and a sub. They were a team playing a game. And Ochako was the ball.
A psychic understanding passed between them. One glance told both what the other was thinking. If this was a game, and Ochako was the ball, how hard could they make her bounce? They endeavored to solve that mystery. Two powerful bodies flexed like coiled springs. Dominant curves and predatory muscle ground against each other in perfect sync. Man and woman together, intertwined and passionate and one in purpose.
The purpose being fucking Ochako's brains out.
Mei and Midnight looked on. Watching the three go at it like rabbits. Mei was practically bouncing on her feet, thrilled at this new development. Pencil scritch-scratching notes on her clipboard. Even Midnight was caught off guard… somewhat. More bemused than anything else.
"Hey, does this count as Momo breaking character?" Midnight asked.
"Psh, I dunno. You're the expert here." Mei nibbled her eraser. "All I know is, this shit is fucking hot."
"Hmm." Midnight stroked her chin, one hand on a cocked hip. Tapping all her knowledge of bdsm to try and classify this moment. "Technically, yes. But I wouldn't count it. I've never seen anyone use a sex swing for this before."
"I know, right, I think this is some kinda record." Mei noticed a smattering of crystal droplets on Midnight's bald pussy. "You look like you're enjoying it. Wanna join in?"
Midnight clicked her tongue. "Hell no. We might screw their… their…" She didn't have a word for this. "Sexual feng shui!" She declared with authority.
"Sexual feng shui?" Mei snickered behind her clipboard.
"Yep. Totally a thing. Definitely did not just make it up." Midnight noticed her snickers. "Stop that."
Something wicked flashed in Mei's eyes, they locked onto Midnight's gaze.
"Make me…" She stopped before she said the nickname her teacher hated.
"Don't you say it."
"I'm gonna say it."
"Don't say it." Midnight menaced her student with Momo's whip.
"…Okay okay I won't say it."
"That's better."
Midnight dropped the whip and crossed her arms in a huff. Several seconds of them watching max-power sex swinging, bubble butt bouncing, pussy pounding shibari sex ensued. Wherein they grew hornier and hornier by the moment. About twenty seconds passed, just enough for Midnight to let her guard down. Then Mei stood up on her toes and from behind her clipboard whispered.
"Old skank."
Midnight twitched. "Okay that's it! You've asked for it!"
Midnight seized Mei by her backpack straps and pinned her to the nearest wall. Freeing up her cyber-hand, she flicked two fingers so that they sparked. She nudged her knee between Mei's thighs, forcing them to part.
"Spread 'em, brat."
Mei obeyed, caught in her own fantasy. She gripped her backpack's straps and held on for dear life. Thumbs creeping to the switches hidden on their undersides…
Midnight plunged her chrome index finger into Mei's slit. Then the ribbed pad of her thumb pressed hard on her clit. A circuit engaged and electricity surged between them. A rapid electric pulse hit both sweet spots at once. Linked them with naughty lightning. Compelled the surrounding muscles to flex, hijacked the pleasure nerves and commanded them to fire.
"Ooohhhhhfffuk…!" Mei squealed.
"How do ya like them apples?" Midnight cackled.
"Why'd I— Ahn<3 Why'd I put a stupid TENS machine in your arm?"
Midnight licked her cheek. " 'Cause you're a kinky bitch that likes it rough."
Mei's moans damn near matched Ochako's. Helpless against this monster of her own creation, she did the only thing she could. Embrace the moment. Midnight's mechanical palm was textured silicone, just like the inside of her fingers. And the younger woman ground her pussy on it. Modile still despite being wracked by pulse after electric pulse. Shocking her bit by bit to the edge of orgasm. But she wasn't out of gas yet.
"Heh heh, gotcha."
Midnight blinked. "Eh?"
"My turn." Mei flicked the switches.
Familiar mechanical arms unfolded. Erupting from the bottom of her bag. Hydraulic hisses filled the air when their dildo hands pistoned to life.
"Today's the day… I'm gonna satisfy you… teach."
Then the machine struck. Midnight always kept both her holes cleaned and well-lubed. Just in case of any surprise… insertions. And right then she thanked anime jesus that she'd developed the habit. Cause those were some big rubber cocks. Floppy red things lined with blunt spines. Scanning Midnight's crotch with sweeps of blue light, they swayed like vipers.
And then…
Schluk! Schluk! Stabbed Midnight's cherry and chocolate cherry doors and the same time. To Mei's credit. She knocked the professional manbreaker off-kilter… for a few seconds.
"Oh damn… Damn, fuck me with a chainsaw that's good<3" Midnight gasped and briefly sagged against her student. Fat jarred to bounce from the sheer force of the mecha-dongs pummeling her crotch.
"You like that~?" Mei panted.
"Fuck yes I do." Midnight licked her lips.
They collided right there. Mei all but squashed against the wall. Midnight was the hammer which would reforge her into a hardcore bdsm slut. Tits bulged against each other. Nipples fddddd for dominance, symmetrically docked while sleek hips rocked and pink tongues lolled and wet pussies popped and toned tummies flexed. Shiny lips centimeters apart. Not quite a kiss but so very close.
Charged on the prickly sexual tension between them. They proved a perpetual motion machine of sapphic hunger. Every bit as insatiable as the other trio of perverts.
So, basically, Day 3 devolved into an orgy. One that dragged on for a good three hours. A formless switching of partners where Izuku's cock was finally unshackled. And Ochako was passed around like a blunt at a Phish concert. To say that many fuckings were had would be an understatement.
But after that, well, there wasn't much point in everyone staying in character. Seeing how they'd all just spent hours violently screwing each other's brains out. And to be fair, a four-on-one raid boss style attack on Midnight did almost drain the beast of a woman's stamina. Though, again, after such a display the formalities had to be dropped. For the rest of the day at least.
Ochako had gotten the worst of it. All but reduced to a quivery puddle on the floor by the time everyone had slaked their lusts on her busty, booty-ful body. But it wasn't anything a fluffy blanket and a steady supply of hot cocoa couldn't cure. And for once, the week-long sex bonanza resembled a normal vacation.
All in all, things ended surprisingly relaxed. Setting everyone up for…
==0==
DAY 4: Hypno Training
Izuku tried to shut his eyes, but the hypnotic lights soaked through his eyelids. Rhythmic electronic music softened his brain with its static beats. Images of fat-assed pornstars twerked for him. Bounced their big butts in a mosaic of gelatinous twerk meat.
A hypnotic headset blocked his vision. Shoved the 5k screen right in his face. A combination VR goggles and high-definition headphones. Everywhere he looked the pictures of bouncing butts changed. Butts were everywhere. Even the headset was booty shaped. Molded from lifelike silicone and heated just enough to feel real. Like he had his face buried in a flesh and blood woman's ass.
Vaguely he heard Ochako next to him. Squealing and kicking her legs as Midnight munched her muff.
The electronic voice was relentless. Hissing, throaty, smoky, and warm. Just harsh enough to make her coos interesting. Exactly like the reptilian purrs of the thing that'd tormented him two nights ago. The filth it whispered in his ears made his cock throb. Made all the worse by the wet mouths suckling his distended dick.
It kept talking and talking. Teasing him as the legions of pre-recorded pornstars bounced their butts and wiggled their hips and groped their tits for him. Balanced on high heels with legs spread wide. Panties pulled up to make tiny strips that barely covered their pussies. Stems of thongs snipped with scissors such that they hung naughtily off one thigh. Thighs parted and glossy lips gasping. Begging for him. Pussies fingered in preparation for his raging dick.
Oh, if only he could touch them…
Mei and Momo worshipped his cock together. Such a servile act seemed beneath them, but they made it seem ever so dominant. Wicked grins spread their plush cockpillow lips. Alternately they sucked his shaft. Competing to see who could deepthroat more.
Today was the day they were led back to the basement, in Mei's workshop. A big blue tarp had been laid out to keep things clean.
Coquettish they kissed his cock's sides in unison. One smooched his balls while the other licked his bulging cum vein. Then they switched off and moved in perfect sync. Backs arched and asses lifted up. Sex kittens coiled to pounce. Hungry to snack upon their favorite treat.
But they were naughty kitties. They knew when he was going to cum and they would always stop. Seconds before eruption. Giggling as he bucked and strained against his handcuffs. Desperate to feed his poor dick the last stroke it needed to finally cum.
But he couldn't, quite, reach…
Momo and Mei kept up their assault. Now in unison they slapped his organ on their cheeks. Battering each other like larpers with a boffer sword. Competing to see whose face could take more punishment from his fat club. He could hear their naughty cockslaps over the depraved audio. Feel his distended boner bounce off their gorgeous faces.
Once they got bord of that, Mei took over. Seizing his nasty lever arouns its base and suckling its tip like a pacifier. Moans audible as she stabbed his cumslit with her soft tongue. Only for Momo to get bored watching and shove her off. Sternly reminding Izuku who was boss around here with rapid stinging slaps to his straining cock. Forehand and backhand smacks fast and relentless until his organ swung like a metronome.
It scared him a little, with how much that abusive act made him throb.
Mei rapidly asserted herself. Kissing better the pain spots Momo left behind. All while cutely glaring at her compatriot. Until Momo gave up on making him a masochist… for now. Instead they worked together again.
Suddenly another roaring orgasm rose. A tide of sperm sticky enough to clog a woman's womb solidly. Both teasers stopped in place. Giggling as he whined and strained. Mei mimed a handjob around his stretched shaft. Hands forming a circle but not quite touching.
When the sticky tide fell, the vicious minxes went right back to their teasing. Now they stood up properly and sandwiched his cock between their butts. Firm and fit softness swallowed his embiggened boner from all sides. He sank into steatopygian purgatory. For he knew the second he began to cum, they would stop and laugh again.
Another thwarted orgasm inspired the girls to switch positions yet again. This time on their knees. Momo hooked her aroms around his shaft. Burying her face in its underside, nose first. Smelling his arousal and getting high just from the scent of his cock alone. Savoring how it cast a long shadow over her face. How it could cover her eyes like a blindfold.
How its mere touch made her lips part and her big tits heave. Straining their restraining strap with every huffed breath. Bare pussy rubbed on the plastic blue tarp below. Desperate for any stimulation she could get as she got high off his masculine power. A power she controlled. A power she could mold and direct even as it addicted her to its endless inches of flesh.
Mei crawled under Momo to get at his balls. Buried her face in his bloated cum bladders and huffed their smell. Eyes watering with joy as she tong-lashed his smooth sack. Massaging his gravy tanks with callused hands. Working them like cow udders, encouraging all his fallowcum to climb higher. To build up right behind his penis. An extra-big load this time. This had to be the end… right?
It wasn't, the second his cumslit opened the two witches stopped their touches. Falling all over each other to not touch his cock. Again he suffered, blue-balled beyond belief.
Was this the punishment Momo had threatened him with? He hoped so. Any imaginings of future kinky torments eluded his addled brain. What else could she possibly do to him?
==0==
Right next to her husband, Ochako suffered a sweet torment all her own. A custom-voiced track of perversion. Of strong naked men and jutting rigid cocks. Voiced over with a soundtrack to boost her confidence.
Midnight was her mistress for this trial. Hungry for some Ochako muff, she's lubed up her blushing orgasm-pet with plenty of astroglide before she dove in. Big tits swaying and huge ass shifting as she kissed and licked Ochako's sleek mons. Human hand wielding a hitachi wand, she pushed its vibrating bulb hard onto her mons. Power dial cranked all the way to coax out her clit. Once it did, Midnight gave it a pinch and a bite. Just to show that big rosebud who was boss.
Encouraged, she stabbed her oddly long tongue into Ochako's slit. Midnight was one of those women who could lick her own eyebrows if she really tried. And her tongue could get deep, deep into Ochako's cunt.
Midnight engaged her robot arm now. Working its textures fingers in under the pliable mass of Ochako's mountainous rear cushions. She spelunked deep between those cheeks to find her toy's anus. Each of the mecha-hand's three fingers was thicker than a normal human's. And she had to really stretch Ochako's backdoor to get it in there.
Only then did she switch the TENS function on. Forcibly stimming all the sweet spots women had back there. Places as yet unnamed by modern medicine. A perfect harmonizing melody to the wriggling of her long sticky tongue slithering all over Ochako's barbie pink pussy walls.
Ochako rode the syrupy wave building in her hips. Pressure rising… Body on fire… Toes curling… Body melting… hips squirming… Hotter hotter hotter hotter!
Midnight stopped right on the edge. Pausing her tongue, switching off the hitachi, and ending the electric pulses all in one go. Ochako whined and humped her face. But Midnight pinned her to the chair's back by pressing on her tummy. She was immobilized.
"Bad girl. You don't finish 'til I say so."
Midnight kept her right there on the edge. A rapid assault on her crotch became a precision operation. On and off. Moving and then not moving. Midnight read her high-strung body like sheet music. And played a lovely song with her. Down from the heights just enough to let her catch her breath. Before dragging her right back up to the peak. Up and down and up again like the world's lewdest yo-yo. She hung in limbo while the headset delivered its final message:
At long last, something finally snapped in both toys. Biological imperatives were overridden. Limitations on their sexual systems broke. Both toys came at the same time. Free of all stimulation. Howling their ecstasy to the basement ceiling. Thank god for the tarp. Because these two were cumming hard. Enough to bring a pornstar to her knees.
The mistresses moved fast. Pushing their subs' wheeled chairs together. They aimed his spurting missile at her squirting target. Mei and Midnight pushed with all their strength and forced one into the other. Ochako devoured her husband's swollen log. Cumshots and all. He blasted inside her with a savage's hunger, and she came all over his fat hog. Marked it irrevocably with her scent.
Then at last they sagged. And their mistresses took their headsets away. Their eyes met, and they kissed right there. Still cumming together.
That was the end of Day 4.
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Day 5: Ass Worship
On the fifth day, they took their depravity outside. A square courtyard of red brick lay before the lodge. One which was lined by lampposts. Space heaters kept the winter cold at bay while a bank of black speakers transmitted the music. But this was different from the hot and American beats which the naughty trio had bounced and twerked and wiggled to on days prior. The music was mystical and slow. Atmospheric with drums and cymbals and exotic stringed harps. Momo had brought the songs of the desert into their hoary refuge.
Far from culturally accurate mind you… not that any of them cared.
All three women danced to the harem music. Barefoot and graceful, all but slithering like snakes to the aching rhythm. Acres of perfect skin glistened with iridescent oil. Gold and red adorned them. Clothes little more than jewelry and diaphanous veils. Naked in every practical way but still technically covered, enough to add an air of mystery to their bellydance.
Silver waist chains hung loose 'round toned tummies, glittered with precious gems to match their belly button piercings. Translucent silks cascaded between their sleek thighs; hiding all but the outlines of the puffy pink folds behind them. Toes and fingers adorned alternately with rings and clawed finger covers. Naughty hands roamed across lascivious curves. To grope a set of luridly large breasts or to manually jiggle an obscene example of chair-overflowing hindquarters. Every moment where those filthy gorgeous fingers were not squeezing excess fruits of taut womanflesh, they were combing back shiny hair (onyx or rose quartz depending on the woman). Or leading their long arms into twining serpent's patterns overhead.
Veils covered their faces, hiding everything below their smokily shadowed eyes. Identities erased and sexual charms at full presentation. No longer individual women with hopes and dreams and fears and flaws; but sexual objects. Prizes to be taken by force and claimed amongst the silken cushions of a sultan's harem. Deflowered in a whirl of protests and shorn clothes and glistening blushed flesh and bitten lips. Reticence melted into enthusiasm as beautiful young ladies were forcibly forged, by man's lust, into women. That was the fantasy on display, and the three dominatrixes knew it well. Wielded it with skill as a sexual weapon to torment their audience.
Colossal breasts strained tiny tops of gold chains. Digging into pale flesh and straining their soft yellow metal. Singular strands of fine links holding in place tiny circles of macedonian silver. All the better to barely cover the triple pairs of pink gumdrop nipples these vixens shook in their prey's face. But where their busts were restrained and gorgeous-bejeweled, their butts were obscenity itself.
Globes of protruding, animalistic sex. Oiled up and all a-glisten in the bright winter sun. Projections absurd and pornographic, straining credulity on what could be called natural beauty. Supernaturally fat asses seemingly conjured from the most puerile, infantile fantasies of the teenage male mind. From the front they visibly jiggled with every sway of the wide hips which barely contained them. From the side they made the rear curtains of the harem costumes hang multiple inches away from the backs of their fit thighs. And from the back, they erupted in full steatopygian glory. Jelly-jiggling and weightless-rippling. Prone to obscene shakes through sheer excessive mass alone. Even the slow hip twists of the belly dance were motion enough to make those brain-melting bubble butts bounce.
Izuku's built-up sexual aggression had finally burned out. Leaving behind only the lust, and the rigidness of his erection. Coaxed to a staggering ten inches now thanks to the constant training, his manhood jutted like a structural beam. Skin darkened by excessive stimulation. Leaking into the open air as it watched the three devil-women dance for it. Mei had freed him of the cock ring for good, he no longer needed it. Glutted to obesity as his organ had been, he doubted his poor penis would ever be soft again.
Helpless, he'd been tied down yet again. And against all manly instinct, he was beginning to enjoy it. Forced to kneel via a full-body harness of ropes. Thighs spread and arms cuffed behind his back. A self-contained unit of jutting, oozing male lust. One which a woman could simply pick up and carry around.
When they spoke, their voices made him groan with need. Ooze with exhausted desire. Not even their conversation broke their flawless rhythm. The dance of the viper where they rolled their fit stomachs and shimmied their jingling hips. Synced to perfection they approached their prey. Slinking sideways toward him. Ridiculously projecting booty shelves backlit like Zelda's 'hitbox'. Hips thrust at his cock with every graceful step. Toe rings clinking on the red brick.
"Fu fu fu~ I think we finally have our sperm dispenser under control<3" Momo's giggle made Izuku's scalp tingle. "See girls? I was right. He could only take control a few times before he burned himself out."
"Heh, I guess you proved me wrong, Momo. He's just like putty now." Midnight licked her lips, showing a ruby tongue stud that definitely hadn't been there the day before. "Mmm! What a tasty slab of submissive meat<3"
Midnight didn't seem bothered by Momo one-upping her. If anything, the older woman beamed with pride at her student's progress. Proven by his sorry state of sexual torment. Pride which only added to the raucous bouncing of those jiggling hips.
"And look how much precum he's letting out now…" Mei bit her lip, eyes scanning his organ up close and personal. "He looks like some kinda leaky water balloon. You think he can lube the whole shaft if he drools enough?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure. Let's find out." Momo warmed him with her dark, sensual eyes. "Izuku, dear. Can you hear me?"
"Yes… Mistress…" He groaned.
"I'd like to propose a game. Can you see how our dancing makes your penis leak?"
"Yes…"
"Mmhmhm… there's a good toy. Then I have a game for you. If you can completely cover your penis with precum, then I'll use my ass to pleasure you. In fact, we all will. How does that sound?"
Izuku's eyes lit up. Forgetting himself he tried to grab his shaft and properly spread his slickness on it. Only to be stopped by his handcuffs. Momo laughed.
"You silly boy, did you forget? You can't use your hands. If you want to properly slicken that freakishly big sausage, well, you're going to have to ooze a lot of precum." Back to him, she dropped into a flawless stripper squat. Knees open, balanced on her toes. Self-satisfied as she watched his single free limb strain to touch her bouncing backside. "Now doesn't that sound like a much more interesting challenge?"
The answering groan sounded more tired than anything else. Momo pursed her lips.
"Doesn't it?"
"Y-yes mistress…"
Momo rewarded his obedience with a kiss on the forehead. Leaving a distinct lipstick mark behind. Oh if only she'd kissed him somewhere lower. Helpless and naked, Ochako watched all this unfold. Beheld with mounting arousal, how these three vixens tormented her beloved husband. Unable to intervene, to relieve the strain in his groin. Her regimen of bondage had become more extreme. Rather than a simple rack or swing, she hung now upon a wheel. Arms shackled over her head, and ankles imprisoned the same way on the circle's edge. Outlining a pie slice of its geometry with her shapely legs.
A thick purple vibrator stretched her pussy wide. Stuffed her good and buzzed with all the power of the car battery it was wired to. It took everything she had to keep her hips still. Her balance on the wheel was precarious. One errant wiggle or squirm could upset the delicate equilibrium. Sending her spinning a full one hundred and eighty degrees. So that she would hang upside down. Desperate for a distraction she glued her eyes to the game.
Momo took the lead first, rolling her stomach. Sounds of rhythmic clapping hands accented the music as she danced. Years of hero training had sculpted her tummy to bikini-model levels of toned. Though her skills in muscle control was even higher still. When she sucked in and moved her belly it was as it if was all one single circular motion. In and then down and then out and then up and then in once again. And when she didn't perform that masterful trick, she swayed her childbearing hips smooth as an underwater pendulum. Only to suddenly change the rhythm into rapid and sharp shakes when his cock grew accustomed to the delicious sight. Popping them left and then right and left again. Akin to a revolver hammer.
This alone would have been wicked enough a torment. But Mei and Midnight made it even worse. Positioning their butts on either side of his head, they swung their hips like clubs. Relentless and giggling they bashed their butts on either side of his face. Batted his tired head back and forth, keeping it aloft like some perverse game of polo.
Then the performance switched up. Mei took over the pole position while Momo paired off opposite Midnight. Mei matched Momo's performance, stiff but enthusiastic. But the two side-pieces switched up their butt bashing. Momo unlocked his arms. He tried to touch himself but they caught his wrists in time. In an absurd display of balance both women stood on one leg. Stretching the other out behind Izuku's back. Each grabbed the other's ankle to maintain balance. Now at this new leaning angle, they pulled on each other's legs with heroic strength. The undersides of their bobbling butts slammed into their toy's booty-slap-reddened face. Afflicting him with the most overelaborate case of cake face ever recorded.
Midnight saved herself for last. Mei joined Momo and they rubbed his sore face better. Cooing softly to soothe his stinging cheeks while Midnight danced. And oh, did she ever dance. Momo was a natural belly dancer but it was clear who had taught who the moves. Midnight just seemed to lose herself in the music. Graceful in a way neither of the other girls were. A far cry from her normally brash and lewd persona. She'd even left her iconic mask in the house. For some seconds she presented as a totally different woman…
And then she ruined the moment.
The music lulled and Midnight squatted low, leaning over poor Izuku. Tongue out she let a drop of spit drool onto his mostly shiny member. That tiny stimulation almost set him off, fat nuts tightening, dangling over the edge. Toes touching the rutting abyss below. He begged her to use her tongue. But she just waggled it at him.
Splurt…
That alone made him cum. Off-white man yogurt skidded up Midnight's face. She caught most in her mouth but one streak still shot across her eye. Gamely she swallowed his thick seed and then naughtily snacked on the rest. Two fingers scooped up morsel after cum-morsel, until her face was squeaky clean once again.
"Mmm<3 Tasty~" She licked her lips. "Well he looks nice and shiny now, wouldn't you say, Momo?"
Skeptical, Momo inspected his penis. Watchful of even the tiniest dry area. Hmming in satisfaction, she stood up. She purred to him:
"Looks like you've won, sweet thing. Nicely done. Now for your reward…"
This time there were no surprise butt-insertions. Every moment of this was wholly under Momo's control. Discarding her costume's tiny bottoms, Momo braced her hands on his shoulders. And then lowered her hips onto his straining prong. Familiar territory, comforting and warm. Leaning back against him she rode him like a prize stallion. Milking his primed lever for all it had—
Ochako squealed when Momo dropped the bass on her husband. Not from jealousy but because of the nature of the toy in her cunt. Electrically linked to a sensor on her dear hubby's balls. It detected every stroke of Momo sliding her butt up and down his shaft. Translating her professional-grade dick riding into rhythmic thrusts of her slit's girthy invader. She was fucked at the exact same time as her husband was. At an identical rhythm.
Splurt…!
A bigger protein shot this time. Delivered deep inside Momo's rectum. She moaned in approval and lifted herself off him. Wiggling her hips to savor the feel of a fresh pint of cum sloshing in her bum. Midnight and Mei took their turns as well. Each took their share of his male potion up their butts with aplomb. Standing tall and back to him, they watched him with glee. As his tired eyes opened wide at the sight of all three wicked tushies oozing his ivory juice.
Finished with their first toy, all three women strutted to their second toy. Momo slapped the wheel's side and Ochako fell into her much-fear spin. Helpless and squirming upside down. Hair hanging earthward, but boobs as weightless as ever. All three giggling harlots moved their filthy games to Ochako. Leading butts-first they crowded around her. An ocean of jiggling, sapphic ass meat.
"Lick us." Momo purred.
Ochako obeyed. She had no other choice. Craning her neck to bury her face between Momo's rear cushions. Smothered she fought to breathe as her mistress battered her face between her ass cheeks. Several minutes of this passed before Mei took over. Doing the same while Momo parked her ass on Ochako's right hand. Relaxing her knees so that she could feel just how fucking heavy her ass was.
Midnight was, once again, the worst of them. Swaggering behind the wheel she stuck her face between two of the spokes, between Ochako's legs. Midnight has tasted her sweet cherry pie twice now. She was hankering for another flavor now. Midnight attacked her cute little asshole. Unmolested up to this point. Licked its twitchy pucked in a circle. Slow and gentle at first to acclimatize her to this new pleasure. …Until she got bored of that and just shoved her tongue in there.
"Eep!" Ochako's shocked cry came out muffled through Mei's fat ass.
Midnight tongue-cleaned poor girl while Mei and Momo booty-bashed her face. Some pornographic parody of the Spanish inquisition's torture methods. Prurient enough to make them all roll over in their graves. Smug as ever they switched off smushing Ochako's cute little head against the back of the wheel. While the sounds of her moans deliciously vibrated their own gently used back doors. A perfect soothe for the hefty stretching her husband had given them.
Like with Izuku they rotated places. So that each of them got a taste of Ochako's cake, while the other two suffocated her and twerked on her face. As if they were superior women who were much more well-endowed than her. Women who loved to rub their hypersexuality in the faces of lesser females. This wasn't strictly true of course. All four of them were mouth-wateringly curvy in their own way.
But it was fun to pretend.
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