“That’s beside the point!” Angela Hardcore hissed again, though there was the hint of a moan there, “Right now, we need to figure out what the fuck’s going on!” I reluctantly pulled my tail out of Angela’s (Diamond’s?) ass, smirking as Angela shuddered just a little. I sat upright, still straddled about her waist, and unbale to stop myself from taking BDSM an indulgent lick of the length of me that had just been inside her. “You’re gross.” Angela wrinkled her nose. “And you’re delicious.” I grinned, savoring the tang of her ass, “Now, why are you inside Diamond?” “When Willowbud blew up the house, I darted for cover so that she wouldn’t see me.” Angela explained, “Sentients don’t see the same way as people do, so I couldn’t just hide behind a wall. I saw this… purple-ness within Diamond, and I knew it would hide me, so I shot into her. Only when I got in there, I realized I wasn’t in her mind, but in some secluded garden of the astral plane; I think it must be a fragment of Passion’s old realm. It was full of Diamond’s memories and feelings, but I couldn’t communicate with her, or leave. It wasn’t until you enslaved her, that I saw a way out.” “That’s where Diamond must be now.” I frowned, “You need to get out of her body so that I can bring her back.” “I’ve been trying!” Angela growled, “But I’m fucking stuck in here!” “What?!” “I can’t get blowjob out!” Angela snapped, “This is… shit… try enslaving me, see if that works.” I seeped my seduction into Angela’s (Diamond’s) body, and her blue eyes began to change. They didn’t turn green, however, but my violet. “Master.” She said, but it was Angela’s voice. I quickly changed her back, my heart thumping, the fear rising in my throat. Angela’s blue eyes stared up at me, wonder shining behind their lenses. “What?!” I yelled. “She left the garden,” Angela said in barely a whisper, “this is my body now.” WILLOWBUD Sister Julia’s pale, sparkled back flexed in its painful curve, its arch compelled to deepen by the relentless drive of my hips, creating cute dimples about the base of her spine. Below that, her supple cheeks were deforming against anal my crotch, domes of sparkling fat encasing me in her warmth. Between them, my cock was being swallowed by her tight hole, her rim stretching along the length of me as I pulled, her pelvic floor indenting into a shadowed crease as I pushed, her shit-channel gripping and sucking me into her with all the avarice of a starving whore. My fingers pressed against her vaginal floor, squishing her division against my driving cock, sending a chaos of spasms into her nethers. Her shoulder blades jutted from her creamy canvas, tensed in the lurching throes of her motions, her arms stretched out in front of her, her wrists cuffed to the stone floor from the shackles I’d made fetish of it. I grabbed a handful of crimson hair, and ripped her face back, staring into those pathetic, emerald irises, unfocused in a fugue state of unbridled ecstasy, red lips crying pathetic tones of her joyous surrender. Between her spread legs, her cock drooled strings of cum all over the carpeting she hadn’t yet singed, her abused prostate expelling its approval from her tip. She was really doing it! He withdrew for a second…then I felt something wet and cold against it…I looked under my arm…a squished tube of K-Y jelly laid on the nightstand… My heart was fetish pounding and I thought it might explode. “You should go and get all your mates.” When a girl stepped in front of her, she quickly pushed out her tongue and leaned forward to capture every drop. We want a strong independent police chief who will turn the force into something we blowjob can be proud of, not a running joke and a bad one, at that.” I spent the next morning at the library, preparing for my interview. “Too many questions.” Sister Julia smiled again, took Hardcore my hand, and guided me out of the closet, and to my new chambers, where three middle-aged men were waiting for me. I guessed they were attractive, they were obviously gigolos, but there was something… different about them. My dick throbbed harder. I could see that she didn’t shave since we had our last encounter. I was hatching my plans to find out how this young man was wired. “Cum bitch. I was quickly asleep. No." Taylor was left tinging, his entire shaft glistening wet, and desperate for more. I got up, used the bathroom, and brushed my BDSM teeth. The main floor also had a laundry room so that none of the things that would need to be laundered on each floor had to be anal transported from that floor.