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For Stallions Only

Just when I thought I was at my ‘biggest’, I was somewhat glad to see that he was still growing, in terms of girth and length. Maeve and I were just surprised to see how gigantic I could get, to the point it sorts of ached.

(Maeve asked) ‘Are you feeling fine? Does it hurt?’

(I replied) ‘No. It’s achey but not painful. You took the pain away with your mouth.’

That said, she gave me grin and went back to savour my monstrous manhood, keeping up with the pinky-anal-play that she had brought up out of the blue. Once I had built up more ‘urge’ than ‘relaxation’ from the body-tingling blowjob she gave, I invited her to get on top and she obliged eagerly.

Learning that she could barely hold it within her hand, she went into a squatting-position and lowered herself slowly, mixing an up-down hopping motion to guide me in slow. For the first time, she had to pause more frequently due to pain, and even engaged her own fingers for some clit-rub to ease her vagina. What usually took a mere few seconds and a surge of impatience, happened over one to two long minutes, and a tad of fear from riding this ‘beast’.

(She asked) ‘Are you all inside me?’

I nodded to a gasping, wincing girl whom I thought was more than ready for this. Without further ado, she started bouncing atop me and quickly resumed her usual self, hissing and snarling as I repeatedly stuffed her full of meat. Somehow, in the midst of all that passionate, fluid-exchange, I was getting frustrated, like I was in a body that didn’t belong to me, and thus didn’t feel as ‘personal’, ‘relevant’, or ‘present’. In simpler terms, I needed more of everything that we were doing, be it affection, passion, lust, or even rage.

Before I realised, I was grasping her breasts too hard, and she had to pry my hands away to get my attention. When I suggested her to adopt the ‘missionary’ position, I found myself coping with a sense of frustration at her slowness, exhibiting an emotion I was too ‘chill’ for. Once she was on her back, I just jabbed my cock into her and watched her face, strangely hoping to see some kind of helplessness, or discomfort from my pounding.

When I saw more enjoyment than suffering, I placed my thumb and index finger on her clit and pinched it angrily, throwing her off the mindless journey to orgasm. Finally, I found some satisfaction at her sexual expense, and it fueled my engines for more violent thrusts.

(She squealed) ‘J! IT HURTS!’ PLEASE.. PLEASE STOP! LET GO.. OF ME PLEASE.. ‘

Her words faded into the background as I drove my cock deeper into her, deeply enjoying her struggle with that pulsing contraction inside of her. Somehow, I had managed to remember to loosen my grip after tightening my hand around her neck. My body just kept moving on its own despite my complete awareness, even cumming once into her without so much a pause.

When she finally bent one of my fingers back far enough to hurt me sober, I snapped out of the trance and backed away from her, completely aware of what I just did.

(Maeve calmly said) ‘Love? come here love.. It isn’t fault. You didn’t mean to hurt me.’

(I snapped back) ‘What do you mean? I tried to strangle you. I grabbed your boobs so hard that it hurt you and I enjoyed it. I lost myself.’

‘No no.. That’s not what happened. We got too engrossed with making love that you got a little carried away. It doesn’t hurt now. I’m not hurt now. Come here.’

I stepped cautiously into her arms and let her hold me, while I pondered about what came over me. I was still in her embrace when she put a hand over my crotch, where’ he’ was still standing tall.

(Maeve whispered) ‘we should do something about this. what do you feel like doing?’

(I asked shyly) ‘can you go down on me?’

‘with pleasure.’

As far as I could remember, those were the last words before I went rogue again, slamming her face into my groin or vice versa – if she stopped me in any way. I just kept going and gloating at her demise, chugging my long slab of meat down her throat until she was throwing up saliva all over the floor. There wasn’t much memories that remained of that evening, but I knew that she nearly fainted at the moment I came, pouring out cum into her mouth as she fell away from me.

Still hard, I held her legs apart as I went back to missionary, ramming the life out of her. I didn’t notice when did I exactly snap out of it, but I was all cleaned up and dressed when she woke me up with McDonald’s. The next morning, she came clean with the anal suppository she had secretly inserted into me, which contained a (male) performance-enhancing drug.

When we Googled that specific brand, we learnt that it was designed for stallions, for ‘breeding’ purposes. Needless to say, we never went anywhere near to such medications again.

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Instant Rape-play

From the moment I entered the room, despite not making any eye contact with her, I could sense the apparent hate, and gratitude for the tray I just brought in. Keeping very still the whole time, it wasn’t until I stepped away from the study table did she make a move, scurrying across the room for her breakfast – the only one she would get, as instructed.

It was also part of my ‘job’, to remain beside her until she has eaten her fill, and stay there for the next fifteen minutes. No more than ten minutes later, she began to fidget unnaturally on the bed, taking a longer time that she should while fighting against her urges.

In another blink of an eye, her legs were wide open, and her fingers had started vibrating on her clit to ease the effects of the drug I was instigated to add to her meal. When the fifteen-minute wait was up, she was already wailing at me, for me, to ‘help’ her scratch that itch her two fingers obviously weren’t able to do so.

Just like everything I had done so far, I obeyed the invisible words ringing in my head and removed my shorts, doubting my own existence as I walked into her ‘welcoming’ hands.

Without any hesitation, she slid her mouth over my entire dick, and slurped and sucked on it as far down as she could reach. Although the whole thing happened in a mess, I could still sense the controlled-frenzy guiding her lips, to apply a gentle pressure as she vacuumed me mad.

Saliva began running down my shaft and balls in no time, dripping onto her thighs while one of her hands continously massaged my balls. By the five-minute mark/ beep on my watch, I was barely able to balance myself, but there wasn’t a need to anymore.

She pulled me onto the bed and made me lie on my back, thereafter ‘jumping’ on top of me to pop that veiny loin into her pussy. At that point in time, I was more concerned about my well-being, having made aware of how ready she was to do anything, to scratch that ‘itch’.

Seconds after she started riding me, my mind was already in a blank, and body in a violent state of confusion between ‘numb’, and ‘sensational’. I could see that my cock was rock solid, but there was nothing more, besides the occasional ‘wave of pleasure’ that sent chills up my spine.

After about two or three orgasms on her part, exhaustion got the better of her and I took over the sex – in doggystyle this time. Feeling a little weary of all that has happened, I just let my hips did all the work as she moaned and groaned in front of me, rubbing her own clit to attain climax after climax.

Clearly, not even five orgasms was enough to satiate whatever that has overcame her. Switching mindlessly to missionary, we just made out for the entire time I humped our groins together, driving dick as deep as vagina went.

‘Cumming.. I think I’m cumming.’

That mood could not have been less exciting except in this scenario, but seeing her delighted expression somehow made it better. She pushed me upwards and kept me in a push-up position, while she rotated into a 69 stance.

Replacing my knees on the bed, I jammed my meat down her throat as if it was her pussy, and unexpectedly grew harder as my ears picked up a different ‘tune’. A little choking noises, combined with lots more gagging sounds, completely overwhelmed my sexual appetite.

Over the next few seconds, my body just went automatic and hammered her face, shoving my cock deeply into her throat that I strangely enjoyed very much. When I felt the ‘urge’ coming, I was part-glad, that she wouldn’t be suffering for any longer, but also part-sad, that such a wondrous discovery has to end like that.

Finally, I cried out the last call and raised my hips to park the tip of my cock right behind her lips, before making the last few thrusts to trigger my balls. Since it was facing downward, gravity helped every shot to evacuate harder, spurting an obscene amount that cause some to leak out from the edges of her lips.

Tired beyond words, I took a few sips of water from her bottle – and froze. That (bottle) too, was laced with that dangerous shit. The supposed ‘end’ took a sharp twist into a ‘start’ and I was the one managing a raging hard on this time.

Flipping her over the edge of the bed into doggystyle, I proceeded to fuck her brains out, having already lost mine when I gave in to the unbearable (phantom) throbbing in my penis. Powered by the sex stone, I literally went at her like a bunny, blowing loads after loads that somehow felt like a fuel I couldn’t get enough of.

By the time I snapped out of the trance, we were in the middle of the bed with her, in a semi-crawling maneuver, and I, holding onto her waist while jerking my everlasting erection into her cum-filled pussy. There indeed, was a trail of cum behind me.

Still driven by the god-sent hard on deep inside her, I expended my entire energy reserves again, turning lust into its liquid form containing semen. Alas, when I felt the impending weakness overshadowing me, I rolled off her back and laid very still, for the darkness to overtake me.

When I woke up the next time, she was sleeping right next to me, looking as peaceful and as gorgeous as she always have been. A little nudge woke her up too, in a somewhat disgruntled mood that didn’t stop her from going down on me.

That alone, gave me enough charge to hop out of bed and get dressed, without releasing another load any where.

(She asked) ‘Will you come see me again?’

‘Yes. In a while.’

After that, I exited the room and heard her at the study table again, ingesting the very same food that contained the magic powder. Once I filled my tummy, hydrated myself, and took a relaxing shower, I returned to the room and once again, saw the deranged woman pleasuring herself, this time more solemnly with a pair of teary, helpless eyes staring straight at me.

That endless night, would be the third of her self-imposed, diet-and-exercise regime, though I was probably losing weight as fast.

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Soaked Panties

(Maeve whispered) ‘can we leave now? my panties is soaked.’

As soon as she said that, she took my hand and stuffed a wet, warm pair of panties into the palm, thereafter closing my fingers to hide it. Not only was I relieved to know that the elixir worked, I was even more astonished by its effect. The ‘dilemma’ she posted me with, was exactly the cue I was waiting for.

Immediately, I fired the app to book a ride while paying for our drinks, all the while hounded by her impatience for her long-overdue creampie. No more than ten minutes later, we were at the pick-up point, waving to our car that was waiting in line for us.

Right after we shut the door, she immediately slid her hand over my shorts, unzipping it carelessly and stuck her hand in for the preliminary massage. Needless to say, she was too glad to keep my mind distracted for our journey through the CBD.

Within fifteen minutes, we had arrived at our destination – a hotel that she was vaguely familiar with.

‘Did you put the right address? We’re at.. ‘

‘Yes I did. Thank you sir! Have a good night!’

And just like that, we were on our way to the room which card was already in my pocket. Seconds after we settled down, she excused herself to the bathroom, giving me that long-awaited opportunity to leave a gap in the (bedroom) door, and way less seconds to blast a message into the group chat.

Once she reappeared, I just hugged her and fell her over onto the bed. Flipping her onto her chest, I slipped one hand between her wet centerfold and teased her leaking pussy, while I rolled left and right to gather the straps I had prepared beforehand.

(Maeve argued) ‘That’s a nice surprise.. but I want to do the work!’

‘Not tonight. I’m, going to keep you high and your mind in a daze.’

That lip-biting, submitted-look only made me more feisty, as I tightened all the straps at her wrists and knees. Alas, she was in the restrained-doggystyle I had envisioned, hips propped up by the two pillows I tucked under her belly.

Wasting not a second more, I lathered myself up with our favourite coconut oil and slid my cock right in, penetrating her at a pace too fast for comfort. Nonetheless, she immediately went wild with her moans as I pounded her curvy ass, plowing my dick as far and as hard as I could go.

Keeping my pace under strict control, I lasted about ten minutes before I pulled out, and another, unfamiliar dick took my place.

(As Maeve moaned) ‘J?! Are you.. ahhh.. there? How ka.. come you ahhh so much.. bigger?’

I rushed over to her side and laid in a chest-down position, reassuring her of my presence.

‘Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about this?’

‘Ma.. ahhh.. ad? No but.. but.. MMMMMM!’

Her speech became slurred as the guy went faster and harder, leaving no moist parts of her untouched. Unknown to Maeve, the title of my ‘ad’ was ‘Cum-and-Go for $20’. The only variable that I couldn’t control, or wasn’t aware of, was
‘how many’ people would turn up.

Eight or so minutes later, a loud groan was heard and then a few more weaker, breathless ones. After he stepped away, before I saw any money, Maeve groaned again to the ‘new’ entry, jerking as mercilessly as the first guy. All in all, no one took more than ten minutes, to cum-and-go after paying their debts.

There were never more than three people in the ‘queue’, though I was still amazed at how an unnamed someone ‘organised’ things in the group chat. One hour into the pump-and-dump segment, Maeve was mostly silent, only forcing a smile every now and then when I gave her kisses.

(Group chat) ‘2 more.’

Less than thirty minutes later, the room was quiet again. I freed Maeve from the bed and flipped her around, constantly asking if she was ok.

‘Do you want to take a shower?’

(In Maeve’s weak voice) ‘no.. I want yours inside me first.’

In missionary, I granted her her wish and went slow and steady, tucking my engorged, swollen manhood into her plump and sore pussy repeatedly. Under that peaceful, stress-free environment, we only had lust and love between us, though they were mostly represented in liquid form.

After fifteen minutes or so, I groaned and buckled, holding myself back just long enough for her to rub one out, before we climaxed together.

I couldn’t stop myself from being wide-eyed, as I watched her pull out finger after finger of thick, sticky-white cum – to feed herself. Once most of it was ‘consumed’, she took some time to lick me clean before we went into the bathroom.

In there, she vacated every last drop of cum and pee she could force out, then rinsing her vagina as far up as she could. That night, she fell asleep pretty quickly, but having seen what I saw, it was hard not to get hard.

Lucky for me, she was all for it when I suggested to ‘help myself to her’. Nothing should feel better than a warm load, embedded deep in her pussy, right before sleep.

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Darkest Days

By the fourth day, and the umpteenth number of cane-marks across my skin I had dutifully maintained prior to this trip, my mind was slowly breaking down to the inevitable fate of what they were going to put me through again. From the window they didn’t bother to cover, I could see miles, and miles of lush, green grasses, with tall, grand trees that dotted the fields.

I could no longer feel the chains – much. I had caused the very scars by my futile struggles to break free, and being in such a sorry state would only hinder my running, if I ever found the chance. Outside the white, intricately-carved wooden door, children’s laughter and mindless gigglings could be heard, to only bring more hopelessness to my plight.

How could I be, that close to cheerfulness and yet be so miserable? There wasn’t any way to tell which footsteps was whose, but when everything went quiet, it was only one pair that could come in any contact with me. Unlike all home-doors, the gap under this particular one was blocked, leaving my fears to be awakened by the loud, harsh bolts that were unlocked one by one, from top, to bottom.

‘How are you feeling today?’, he asked. And I knew better to give him any other answer, than ‘good’. When she sat down the metal tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice, my mind went blank. It was blank not from how nasty looked, or would taste, but what was in it, in all of it.

‘Eat up’, he spoke in the most casual voice, like it was all normal. But I couldn’t resist the hunger anymore, especially not after a horrendous night of gastric pain.

As soon as the last bolt was fastened, I scurried to the tray, and used the plastic spoon to scrap everything into my mouth. Parched as I was, the glass remained tipped for five seconds longer than there was any liquid left in it.

The ensueing quietness, then reminded me of the monstrosity again, of a mindless, needless numbness that lured me into bed. I wasn’t going to hurt myself by letting me fall. It would cause unnecessary bruising.

No longer than fifteen minutes later, the door opened once more, to the familiar, smiley woman who was introduced as his wife. Young, slim, petite, almost model-like. Standing behind her as she walked into my prison, he made sure that she had checked the restraints, the empty tray, and my level of mobility.

Once all was in place, he shut the door just far enough to leave a gap, and yelled for her to ‘enjoy yourself’. When she lowered the only piece of clothing I had on me, a pair of boxers, I was already up, and definitely disinterested.

There was nothing for me to do, except to imagine her to be someone else, while she stroked my dick, whispering sweet nothings to it. Although I was numb, there were still sensations down there, for some mysterious reasons. Her lips would still make me gasp, and her tongue easily overwhelmed my urge not not moan.

‘Ready dear?’, another needless question forced me to turn my head sideway, as she climbed over my groin with two fingers splitting her pussy apart. I have often wondered, if she had shaved for this particular encounter, or was it for someone else, like him?

Entering her, was like going through a XL-sized condom, though she was more ‘flexible’ that when she rubbed her clit, I could feel something. Something. That light ‘grasp’ only caused her more exhaustion as she had to keep going, on and on, emotionlessly, for about ten minutes before I showed any signs of orgasm.

It couldn’t be helped, that she finally relented, for the fourth day in a row, to swap her pussy for a handjob until I was about to cum. Only then, would she sit back on her ‘throne’, and receive my cum she so graciously failed to fuck out of me.

Still, at the end of it, she gave me a smile, and thanked me for my ‘hard’ work. Like parents leaving scraps for their children, their daughter, aged twelve, was next. Despite how girls her age would look (immature) from where I came, she had long, flowing blonde hair, figure as slim and curvy as her hourglass mother.

Sure, her waist was tiny as any underage youth would be, but that mound was impossible not to stare at.

‘Hi! Don’t mind me!’, that bright, clueless voice just beeped as if it was a good day. Without hesitation, she climbed between my feet and bent her chest over my cock, swiftly catching my twitching cock in her hand to give it a careful, gentle handjob. Faced with firm, jerking, hanging breasts, I got a little distracted, at least until her mum, and dad entered the room.

‘Remember, don’t let your teeth touch it yeah? It will be bad if there is blood’, to which she responded with assuring nods. Seconds later, she parted her lips and engulfed my cock in heat, further pleasuring me when she adjusted her mouth.

Up, and down, she went without the use of her tongue – at first. ‘Put your tongue under his cock, and watch his face’, that unexpected challenge hardly faced any resistance when I squinted my brows together, giving them sort of a constipated look. ‘Wow! You managed to get his attention! Keep going. Deeper if you can’, her mum continued spurring her little girl on with this sick task, to which she certainly passed.

About three minutes later, mummy helped her up and verbally guided her to sit over me, though she did more of a ‘squat’. Not to be too domineering, little girl was asked to spread her labia as wide as her fingers could split before lowering herself, down to the tip of my saliva-covered member.

It was almost unbelievable, when I saw her taking controlled breaths like she was giving birth, as her pussy lips widened around my girth. The doubtful frown quickly changed to a delightful grin, followed by the smooth descend down my cock.

‘Alright! Good job girl!’, it was her dad this time, to ascertain her move. As soon as she started moving her hips, the parents left, for her to flash a different, more menacing grin at me. She actually went up to my ear, and whispered, ‘I have been practising, secretly with my sister’s dildo’.

Keeping up the ‘squat’ position, she slammed her hips up and down my groin, pushing and pulling her pussy as rapidly as she could manage. Although the initial ‘tightness’ was gone, it has changed into a slippery, yet comforting ‘clench’ that was coincidentally – very effective.

However, as all ’round two’ are, it took some time, as long as fifteen minutes for her to revive any life in it, no matter if I was already in the mood or not. The second explosion, was certainly bigger, and likely more forceful, hearing how happily she shouted for her mum to ‘come look’.

Expended and deflated, I fell asleep for a short while, until another older girl, seemingly more sympathetic, showed up by my side. ‘How are you doing?’, she asked, in the first, genuinely concerned tone since I have been there. ‘Alright, I guess. How are you related to them?’, it was the only rightful question to ask, knowing that I wasn’t too far from any controversial answers.

Right at that moment, mum busted through the door, with a cane in her hand. It was a crazy few minutes as she lashed it out at the unfamiliar girl, striking across her body like she was a pest. Amidst the angry screams and continuous degrading, mum finally gave her an ultimatum.

‘Take off your panties, and fuck him. NOW!’

The speed that blonde-black haired girl tore off her clothes were unmistakable. She too, knew better than to sing the other tune. With a pussy smoother than any of them, she sat on my belly before sliding her ass backwards, accurately tucking me into her lady part, that was strangely – wet.

For the first time, she rode me in the manner that all guys fantasised about. Ass sliding along my groin, both hands on my chest, head flinging down and up, and the exasperated look of containining her otherwise wild moans. The tension I felt within her, was as natural as it could get, contracting every few seconds from particularly deep strokes.

Unlike the previous two, I took just five minutes, to cum under the on-going waves of pleasure. That ‘silent scream’ had clearly went unnoticed as mum whipped her back to keep her moving. Over the short period she rode me, I had cum, and regained another erection that was stiffer and more undying than ever.

That girl, she came too, a few times, as quietly as I had the first time (with her). Finally, after another ten or so minutes, I groaned the words mum wanted to hear. Followed by a body-shaking orgasm that unloaded my empty balls inside her.

She was allowed to climax once more, before being commanded to ‘get off him’. That thick, non-viscous cum were all scooped and tucked into her pussy before she was left alone with me. Together, we cleaned each other up, and spoke for a bit.

As it turned out, she was in my situation before, though her role was less of ‘insemination’, and more of ‘manufacturing’ – eggs for mum.

The dark-haired girl, and I, never escaped. Instead, we, together with their daughter, raised our children to be decent human beings.

.. unlike the couple I shot, and we buried in the backyard, not that their little girl ever questioned their disappearance.

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Dada

‘Dad?’

Despite hearing my little girl’s voice, I couldn’t open my eyes, nor move my limbs no matter how hard I tried. It must be bad sleeping posture, I reasoned with myself as I felt the mattress sinking, relative to her weight and motion. Having ‘reported sick’ from the previous-day’s experience of the same symptoms, I was in no rush to wake up, and would probably go back to sleep after addressing her.

With however much strength I had, I gave her a faint smile as she came into view, but that quickly changed when she proceeded to pull her shirt off, followed by her shorts. Bewildered, I squeezed my brows together for a hard frown, to no avail as she turned her body away, towards my feet.

The next thing I felt, was her brief struggle with my boxers as she yanked it off, exposing my manhood to the one person I would chop it off for (than let her see it). Fearing what she might to do it, I had my eyes shut – briefly until I learnt of its size when she wrapped her hand around it.

As far as I am concerned, I was up, hard, and very warm (in contrast to her palm). My forceful cries, under those strange circumstances, came out as pitiful whimpers, to which she continued to play deaf to as she began to stroke my cock.

When she finally stopped, it was for her to ‘get ready’ in the form of masturbation, while seated in front of me with her legs wide apart. She didn’t even have to use much force, to keep my head turned at her legs during the awfully long period which she rubbed herself so lovingly.

‘I’m sorry dad. I know you gave me your word. But I don’t know how else to make you keep to them.’

Once she was excessively wet, she hopped off the bed and put her phone in selfie-video mode, aimming it directly at me. Helpless, I closed my eyes and resigned to fate as she climbed on top of me next, planted very affectionate kisses, and slowly slipped her pussy down my cock.

At that instance I felt her groin plastered closely to mine, she moved her lips over my ear, and whispered something that ruthlessly, changed everything.

(She whispered) ‘i’m wetter for you than him. I promise to never see him again. And.. begins riding only.. just.. have daddy.. inside me.. ‘

Instantly, I ‘grew’ bigger, and harder, that I had opened my eyes in disbelief. Right in front of me, was her similarly-shocked gaze, staring deep into my soul while still crazily rocking that althele’s body. Switching to a back-forth motion, she began quivering within seconds, that lasted no longer than a minute before she orgasmed in a shy, shaken moan.

Lifting her bosoms off my chest, she grabbed onto my shoulders as she braced for the speed-increase, slamming or grinding at my least expected moments. From the corner of my eyes, I could estimate that it took her about twenty minutes, to get my drug-laden body anywhere near climax.

As soon as I started nodding wildly, she reacted unaccording-ly, by changing up to a squat-slam position over my cock. All she needed to do was to rub her clit a little, and her vagina straight up sealed itself tightly around my shaft.

Barely one minute into that mind-blowing, one-sided, non-consensual sex in the above killer stance, was all it took to convince my physical barrier, to give up, and pump her full of semen.

Although it was only two days from my last ‘release’, it was a huge load I blew into my little girl. The sight of my baby-making juice leaking out of her was no surprise, but she was never meant to come in any contact with it.

Once the ‘highlight’ was over, she took her time to clean me up, making sure not to obstruct the camera as she sucked my balls empty before wiping me down. For the next few hours I took to regain my strength, she remained by my side, feeding me water and some fruits.

By the time I was well enough to get on my feet, mummy had returned home. To keep all of us safe, I never breathed a single word about how our little girl brought a man home, fucked at every corner of our (supposedly empty) house, but couldn’t use our nuptial bed because I was in it.

About a month long of sleepless nights later, I took matters into my own hands and added a special ‘something’ into my girl’s morning-drink. To my own surprise, it sent her straight into an inescapable, insatiable sex-rage, bad (or good) enough to strike a one-sided deal with me to ‘ease her discomfort’.

In exchange for my cock, she unlocked her phone for me, to do anything with it. So, in the same cowgirl-position she owned me in, I deleted anything remotely related to our tryst, and reclaimed my ‘peace of mind’. My biggest regret, was how much I had underestimated the psychological effect the medicine had.

The use of it, along with our incestuous ties, and the intense activity under its influence, had formed some form of mental link that manifested within her mind. While our normal lives remained normal, I had unwittingly turned her, to be wholly mine.