And Other Duties As Required Ch. 08-10

Author's Forward: Hello again everybody! I hope you're ready for some sexy slutty drama! This posting (ch8-10) represents the third of what has become four total parts. The final part will be up in 6-8 weeks!

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And Other Duties As Required

- A Smutty Novel -

By Razmagurk

Part 3

-= Chapter 8 =-

I awoke in mellow contentment. Horny, yes, but for the first time in a long time, satiated.

Once more I found myself in that familiar bed, waking up with no clue how I had gotten there. I was tired and I was sore, my mind still tracing over half-forgotten fantasies. Well - I bit my lip - maybe not quite so half-forgotten. I stretched out, luxuriating at the silky sheets against my smooth, sensitive skin.

What had happened? It couldn't have been too long after the handshake; my knees were still worn down and stiff. I held a hand to my forehead and pulled away a fleck of dried cum. Someone must have cleaned me off, but they'd missed a few spots. My mouth curled into a smile as I traced a path along my still-tingling lips.

I rolled onto my side, tits heaving like boulders. It hurt to move, but it was a good pain. My joints, my jaw, my throat, all oh-so delicious reminders of the carnal exaltation yesterday's event had been. How many guys had I gotten off? Hundreds? Thousands? I let out an exuberant titter, legs kicking in excitement. I'd been so good.

Wait, fuck. My eyes snapped open. Why was I happy about that?

The memory of that orgy of men drowning me in their thick, juicy cum sent shivers down my spine. I should be disgusted, and yet here I was giddy and giggling like a schoolgirl's first kiss. I could still feel - Mmm, fuck - I opened my mouth and stuck out a reaching tongue. In my mind I could still feel their hot spunk tingling on my flesh. It felt so good, so right, so sexy. My breathing grew heavy.

I had loved it yesterday too, hadn't I? Madeline had done this to me, hadn't she? Or... or maybe I just never realized how fucking amazing sucking dick was. Maybe this was some big secret girls kept from guys because they didn't want them to know how desperately cum-savage they all were. Maybe I should be thanking Madeline for showing me something I'd have never known I loved.

But no. The mere thought of gratitude towards my jailor brought me all too-painfully to sobriety. This was wrong. I shouldn't love this. And yet...

I let out a dreamy sigh as I ran a hand over my smooth flesh, falling back into one of those masturbatorial frenzies that was now an all-too-common feature in my life. I sucked gently on a finger, then another, carefully checking my face for any more delicious dried cum. I was ready to relive in fantasy every little moment of last night's adventure.

But I never got the chance.

There was a loud thump in the hall. The unmistakable sound of something heavy striking flesh, followed by a weird rattling. I snapped to attention. In the sorting order of primal instincts, fight-or-flight seized priority from fuck-and-suck.

Blood rushed to my head as I stood up. Something was different. The room was different. Was I still dreaming? Cocks of all sizes littered every surface. I gulped. Big, thick, masculine dildos, standing tall and proud as they played across my mind. My mouth watered. Fuck-and-suck were making a fierce comeback.

They called to me. What I wouldn't give to have them filling me up. To have one shoved down my throat and into my plump ass and into my gooey, torrential pussy. Plugging my every hole, filling every inch of me with every inch of them.

Fuck.

I tried to turn away, but everywhere I looked I was presented by more faux-meat; hard, horny, and aching to breed. And yet - I let out a soft sigh - a small part of me couldn't help but be disappointed. Even knowing the heights these wonderful tools could get me, I knew now that none of them had the raw carnal force, the sheer dramatic verve of a real man.

Men. Shit. Sure, Madeline had made me gay - or bi, or whatever - but before yesterday I had no actual experience with them besides lusting from afar. Now, after seeing just how amazing it was to have a guy pull my hair and shove me down onto his meaty cock? Well, now I don't know if I'd ever be able to go back. Men were just... oh wow.

I didn't even have to step outside to be reminded of that. The posters and art along the walls had undergone a rather serious metamorphosis as well. Before, it had been girly pop and cutesy kitsch. Now I was greeted by glossy, full-body images of half-naked hunks. Well-hung studs posed and flexed beneath coy, mysterious smiles. Clean, rugged alphas with sensitive hearts and strong hands. The thin, tightly bulging fabric of their underwear was the only thing keeping the river of my libido from overflowing completely.

I bit my lip as I grabbed for one of the dildos off the bedside table. I don't think there was anywhere in the room I could have stood where one wouldn't have been in easy reach. I knelt to the ground as I stared up at the firefighter making me weak at the knees. I gazed up lovingly into his deep piercing eyes as I pulled the dildo up to my - wait, no, fuck.

I threw the dildo down and squeezed my eyes shut tight. Stupid boys. Stupid, stupid boys. I jumped to my feet. Why did they have to be so fucking hot?

This whole room looked like a horny teenage fantasy had exploded out of control. Madeline had been making more changes. Either that or I'd been unconscious for way longer than I thought.

Madeline. Shit. Our deal. The immediacy of it slammed back into me like a truck. The memories of our argument - of our deal - were thick, like a fever dream or a bad hangover. A month. I had to spend another month like this. I had given up my chance at freedom, gambled it all away, on just the chance that I could save these girls. What the hell had I been thinking?

Anxiety swirled in my head. I fell back on the bed. Look at me. It had barely been a week and already I had come so close to losing myself - already I had lost so much. My hand twitched as I looked into the soulful eyes of my fire-fighting Adonis. Drool dribbled down both my lips. How easy it would be to just fall back to my knees, to just surrender into that bliss once and for all. I wouldn't have to deal with all this crazy bullshit. I wouldn't be fighting for my life. I just wanted to curl up in the comforting arms of a big strong man or three. Was that so wrong?

The world felt so much simpler when I was getting fucked.

But no. I grabbed my wrist and tore it from my crotch. Not this time. I was stronger than this. As much as I wanted to escape, to just run away and rut until my slutty brain consumed me, I had to face this head on. I had to make things right. I couldn't let that woman win.

I threw on a deep red nighty and opened the door to the hall. I didn't even bother to tug the lacey material over my round, rebellious rump; the flimsy thing could only cover my tits or my ass, and I had made my decision.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I stepped out. There was another loud thud and then a series of sharp wet thwacks. It was coming from the nook we used as a dining room. I grabbed a particularly cumbersome dildo - the change in decor evidently applied to the whole apartment - and brandished it like a club, ready for whatever horrors lay in wait.

I was not prepared, however, for the sight before me.

Splayed out, one foot twitching against the floor and one leg bent over the table, was Meiling, sighing needily as she slid her quivering body up and down on a fat, veiny dildo suction-cupped to the chair. Each time her pussy bottomed out with a loud slap, the butt-plug vibrating in her ass would rattle against the wood of her seat.

"Oh my god!" I blushed. "Meiling!?"

"Miki!" she tumbled off the dildo just as embarrassed and red as I was. I balked. The thing was the size of my arm and shaped like a horse's cock.

"This isn't what it looks like!" she looked down at the dildo than back at me. "I mean-" The battery pack for her vibrating plug swung behind her like a tail. It was still going. "I mean, it's exactly what it looks like but I... oh my god I'm so sorry."

"W-what?"

"I shouldn't have borrowed your favorite dildo without permission!" Her eyes fell to the ground in front of me, mistaking my shock for anger. "I'll clean it when I'm done! I promise!"

"It's... I..." my head swam. This wasn't right. Another dream? No - just another chapter in the nightmare that my life had become.

Dream or no, Meiling was different. The slender, innocent thing I had grown so fond of in the past week had been perverted and exaggerated. Just like my own body, her every sexual feature was played to the max.

It was jarring. This was a girl with curves that put even mine to shame, and an ass that... well, to put it simply, this was a girl with an ass like a dump truck. It was impossible not to notice as she wiggled there in front of me. It was an ass you could balance drinks on, an ass that men wrote songs about.

But - when I could finally draw my gaze there - It was her eyes that struck me the most. I recognized all too well the hunger in those eyes. I'd seen it a thousand times in the mirror: that perversion, that lust, a sea of need threatening to drown the sweet girlish innocence beneath.

What had Madeline done?

Well - some macabrely sardonic part of me thought - at least I wasn't going to be getting any more comments from Min about my fat butt. I had thought the prodigious size of my plump jiggling rump to be a curse, but compared to this it seemed downright tiny. I frowned. Why did that bother me so much? Because now all the boys would be staring at her instead? Because deep down I'd come to love that attention?

"Oh please." Min's head poked over the top of the couch, her glasses fogged and her face red from exertion. "Like Miki has any ground to stand on. She borrows our dildos all the time."

"What? I- I do not!"

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at the thick, veiny club in my hand. I gave a weak smile and set it down, wobbling, on the nearby table.

"Wait, what are you doing over there?"

"Uh?" She was sitting sideways, hunched over something. She blinked at me then looked down at whatever was in front of her. "Sucking dick? If I do it after breakfast I'll totally barf. Some of us still have a gag reflex, you know."

Min stood and walked naked over to the table. My jaw dropped, but not because of the floppy twelve-inch double-dildo in her hands, no. There, hanging down in front of her were the two biggest breasts I'd ever seen. Each was easily the size of her head. Hell, on the smaller girl's frame they were easily the size of her torso. They hung pendulously before her, forcing her to lean forward to support them. They swayed like bowling balls as she walked, each little twist of her body threatening to knock something over.

They were bigger than mine.

I mean, of course they were bigger than mine, look at them! They were like something out of some ridiculous fanfiction. No one had breasts that big, not really. These were a monument to mankind's folly. She'd need a structural engineer to get dressed. And yet...

I crossed my arms over my chest. My enormous melons already threatened to cross the line into the realm of poor taste. Hers were downright obscene, vulgar. No one in their right mind would want tits like that. So why couldn't I stop staring? Why couldn't I stop myself from wondering what it would be like to have all that extra titflesh for men to stare slack-jawed at? For them to pump their loads all over? Quivering, cartoonish, jizz-slick fuck-utters.

"Miki?" Meiling's evident arousal undercut the concern in her voice. "Is everything alright?"

"I..." I snapped back to attention. "What? Oh, uh. It's fine... you can use it all you want."

"Wait, really?"

"Y-yeah?" I looked at the pussy-slick horse cock jutting up from the chair. "Just uh..." I swallowed. "Just ask first?" I turned away and shook my head, trying not to gawk at Min slobbering all over her tits as she fed that wobbling dildo between them, or the still throbbing buzz of Meiling's vibrator. Madeline, what had you done? Welcome to the real world? Isn't that what you said? How the fuck? "Is there -" I stepped into the kitchen, trying not to worry the girls with my shock. "Is there no morning practice today?"

"We have to do the whole social media thing." Min chimed between heavy wet slurps. "Thank everybody for cumming and the staff for all their hard dick yesterday."

"Huh?" The memory of these two girls with their huge cocks fucking their way through their lines came all-too-easily to my mind. I wondered how they remembered it? I'll confess, I was more than a little disappointed that they hadn't kept those dicks. Probably for the best though, or else I'd have ended up spending the whole day bouncing back and forth, a cock in each end, getting absolutely nothing done.

"Work. Sorry." Min corrected with a laugh. "All their hard work. Shows you where my mind is right now."

"We have all morning though," said Meiling, her voice hitching as she lined the turgid cock back up with her engorged pussy and slid back down onto her seat. "So, no rush."

I pulled eggs and bacon out of the fridge. It was my turn to cook breakfast. The mundanity of it was a blissful reprieve from this horny nightmare I had woken into. All I'd had to eat yesterday were a few bananas and, like, a hundred loads of cum. I was famished.

"Madeline was here, wasn't she?" I put the pan on the fryer.

"Who?" Min looked up, a rivulet of drool connecting her to her dildo.

"Miss Martin?"

"Yeah." she nodded. "Just earlier. How did you guess?"

"Oh," the sizzle of bacon drowned out the wet needy shlorps of the two girl's frantic masturbations. "Just a hunch."

"Yeah, she said she wanted to do another inspection, apparently."

"Isn't it great that she's taking such an interest?" Meilling cooed. "I think she's got something big planned for us if this concert goes well."

"I'll bet she does..." I mumbled

"Oh, she left you another note." Min pointed the little envelope on the counter. My heart pounded. "That woman is so weird. Can she not just come at a reasonable hour and talk to you herself?"

"Nice of her to bring the poster though." Meiling gasped as her enormous ass slapped down against the seat of the chair.

"Poster?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, as sort of a memento." Min gestured towards the table in the living room, an action which caused her tits to drag across the table, dildo in tow. "A reminder - as she put it. She was having all the fans leave their mark on it as they walked out."

I placed breakfast down on the table and went to go look.

I smelled it before I saw it. All of the hunger I'd been feeling paled in the face of the new appetite that smell inspired. It stank. A pungent aromatic mix of a thousand different masculine musks. Awful, disgusting, and profoundly moving.

"Isn't it sweet?" chimed Meiling.

The poster was covered in cum. A thousand men had wiped their dicks with this thing. A not-so-subtle jab at my own state just yesterday. I swooned.

When we had arrived at the handshake, I had been surprised to discover that the poster had changed to feature us in our little bikinis from the shoot. Now it had changed again. Same poses, but we were wearing crotchless thong panties and little heart pasties that completely failed to obscure our areolas and our long hard nipples. The already impossibly-sexy proportions of the girls looked all the lewder after a healthy dose of photoshop.

Our names had changed too. Anal-bitch-princess Meiling, Pretty-hole-whore Min, Jizz-loving-idol Miki. The whole thing was a great big middle finger to us.

I swallowed sharply at the insult, a hand coming up to trace its way across my lips. Except... well... it wasn't wrong, was it? The pungent aroma tantalized at my memory. Fuck, what I wouldn't give for a fresh load right about now. If a guy was here right now, I don't know if I'd be able to muster even a token of resistance. Why would I resist when it was so fucking good?

Somehow, I found the strength to turn away. The smell of food - real food - distracting me long enough to make my escape before I started licking the poster.

"Good stuff, Miki" said Min, her voice strained from the heavy pounding her throat had endured. She was gulping the eggs down in big bites. I beamed at the complement.

"So we need to figure out what we want to say for this social media thing," Meiling proposed, hips still rising and falling gently. "Something slutty, obviously. Maybe we get a good picture of the three of our pussies stacked on top of each other? Miss Martin was saying she wants more selfies and candid shots on our feeds. Oh- that reminds me."

Meiling stuck her phone beneath the table and framed up a photo of her labia as it spread around the monster dildo inside of her. She had to shift a bit to get it glistening just right, which was a bit of a struggle given she was currently impaled on her chair, but she managed okay.

"What do you think?" she held the phone up for the two of us to see. When had she gotten a clitoral hood piercing?

"Cute!" Min chimed. "You really do have the sweetest pussy, Meiling."

"Yeah, cute." I nodded noncommittally. I was fighting back a frown. First off, my pussy was a thousand times sweeter. And besides, that shot wasn't nearly as cute as that centerfold of me. I had done it so much better.

I furrowed my brow. Where had that thought come from? Was I actually jealous? Maybe I could get my clit pierced too...

Meiling punched in a caption and uploaded it to her social media, not even taking a break from her fucking as she went.

Seeing how well Meiling handled herself on a dildo seemed to cast her in a whole new light. I'd be screaming out in rapture just having that thing inside of me, but she was cool and in control. She was a consummate professional taking her pleasure at her own leisure, fucking at her pace rather than letting it overwhelm her. I swallowed. But that... that wasn't what guys wanted, was it? They wanted a girl that squirmed and screamed at the slightest touch, right? She wasn't... she wasn't a better fuck than me, was she?

My head spun. I leaned into the table and stood up.

"Is everything okay?" She rose up to the cock's full length, then slid sensuously down.

Was she teasing me? Did she know? Was this whole thing her showing off? Rubbing it in my face? I shook my head. I had to get out of there.

"Sorry." I held up a hand by way of apology. "Washroom." I grabbed the note Madeline had left. "We'll do some brainstorming when I get back."

I rushed into the bathroom, trying to ignore the six dildos of varying size suction-cupped at ass and mouth level onto the shower walls. They were placed such that if you worked at it you could probably get two or three holes stuffed all at once. Shit, I was going to have to try that later.

I took a deep breath. Something weird was going on. I couldn't place it, but I knew who was responsible. I looked down at the letter in my hands. Sealed with a heart. I hadn't wanted to open it in front of the others, hadn't wanted to let on that something was off, hadn't wanted to break down crying or scream out in frustration.

I opened the letter.

"Dear Mik-Mik.

From my heart to yours, Miki, my own private mix of vitriol. You think I'm a bitch? Take a look in the mirror and see how you like it. Enjoy your new friends while you can. They won't last. They never do.

Call me when you've come to realize that too.

I'll see you soon.

XOXOX

-Madeline"

I held the note trembling in my hand. From her heart to mine? What the hell did that mean?

-= Chapter 9 =-

I don't think I'd ever been so grateful for practice.