Incest/Taboo The Jewel of Desire

Julie and Dee ran to their bench to towel off and swallow some water, "Great service! I didn't get a chance to touch the ball." She said praising her mistress. "Thanks, but that's just the first game, we still have the whole match ahead of us. Let's hope the wind will be kind to us on this side of the court." Trotting out to the north side of the court, Julie took her position on the deuce court. Dee moved up to the service line on the ad side, turning slightly to face Mary Jo. Sarah bounced the ball a few times waiting for the wind to die down a little. She served a strong topspin to Julie's backhand. Taking two steps Julie bent her knees and stroked a winner past Mary Jo who had left her alley wide open. "Luv Fifteen," the umpire called then marked his score card. Sarah took her position to serve and hit a hard flat serve up the "T" Dee moved to the ball but stopped as the chair umpire yelled "Foot Fault!"

Sarah glared at the official as if he'd just questioned her honesty, then moved back to the serving position and served a softer ball which Dee crushed up the middle of the court passing both Mary Jo and Sarah's swinging racquets. "Luv Thirty!"

Rattled and feeling the pressure Sarah moved to the deuce court, if she didn't regain control of the game they'd lose the set and maybe the match. Waiting for a gust of wind to subside she bounced the ball a few more times and then slammed a cannonball into Julie's backhand. "Foot Fault!" Julie let the serve hit the back fence and roll to the left corner. Gritting her teeth Sarah prepared to serve again, unlike before she was determined to deliver a strong second serve. She didn't change her position, as she rocked back after tossing the ball she turned her foot stepping across the thick white line again.

"Foot Fault, Luv 40," the official yelled.

Annoyed, she asked, "Which foot?" already knowing what the official would say.

"The left foot," he replied. It was her right to ask. He'd been officiating over ten years and had begun playing when he was barely in his teens. He knew the player was frustrated and that she was blaming him for her error. Stomping to the Ad court, she served a hard flat serve which both Dee and Julie yelled, "Out!" The second serve was into the net. "Game Newman/Betts!"

Julie prepared to serve with the wind in her face. She'd played many times in these conditions and waited for the right moment, her normally high toss only half of its normal height and served an ace up the "T" to Sarah's backhand. She wasn't expecting that and was embarrassed and angry. "How can this be happening? How can these old women be beating us?" Like any good tournament player should do, she researched her opponents and knew Dee and Julie's ages. She and Mary Jo were half that and should be able to overpower the two older women. Julie easily won her serve.

Mary Jo managed to hold serve due in large part to the swirling wind and despite being called for two-foot faults. Dee was serving again at 3-1. Between the wind and Dee's slicing serve, she overpowered her opponents. It was now 4-1.

Angry and humiliated the normally even-tempered Sarah walked up to the service line and served a hard flat ball to Julie's forehand, which angled off the court and Julie put into the net. Sarah howled, finally getting a good serve in the court. What she didn't hear was the official call another foot fault. "What?" Sarah yelled at the official. "You can't be serious!" Sounding like John McEnroe in his youth. Nevertheless, she took her position again trying to compose herself quickly then served again almost as good a serve as the first, but when she saw her opponents congratulating each other she realized that she was called for another foot fault. "Nooooo!" she said turning to the official and slammed her racquet to the ground, "I did not foot fault."

Calmly the official said loudly, "Code violation. Racquet abuse. Warning Ms. Brown." Staring at the player and then marking his score card.

"What?" Totally incensed, Sarah was about to go off until Mary Jo grabbed her partner and told her it was a warning. Officials rarely gave warnings on something so obvious. That seemed to calm her, she was red-faced and looking defeated. "Come on Sarah, you can do this."

Trotting back to her position, Mary Jo didn't believe how Sarah was behaving. She'd never seen her come apart like this before. Sarah managed to serve out her turn without any further incidents, except being broken, the score was now 5-1 and it was Julie's turn to serve. Although the wind wasn't blowing as hard, it was still a hot desert breeze. Both teams were going through water and Gatorade a bottle at a time. Julie served out the set winning 6-1. Sarah and Mary Jo retired, claiming heat exhaustion. Dee and Julie moved on to the finals on Sunday.

Finishing early, their next match not until 3PM, giving them almost a three-hour break. They headed back to the Suncoast. Dee peeled off her still damp tennis outfit, while Julie removed her shoes. She couldn't help watching as her mistress's pussy came into view. She licked her lips and asked.

"Mistress, I know we're not supposed to have any sex while we're still competing, but we finished early and have time for a nap and a good rest before we have to head back." Dee continued to undress now pulling off her sports bra revealing the most beautiful pair of breasts Julie had ever seen or would ever see. Dee tried to ignore Julie and massaged her buoyant breasts, her nipples coming alive revealing her arousal. It was a little past ten, as long as they didn't go crazy they should be able to recover from a single orgasm each.

"Okay, slut. One orgasm each and then we rest."

Julie squealed with delight as she jumped up and pulled herself to her mistress' naked body and began eating her pussy. Dee giggled as she guided Julie's head with her left hand as she pulled on the ripe nipples of her tits. "I had planned on showering first, but...ahhh...don't stop." It didn't take long for Dee to come and fill Julie's mouth with her nectar. When she recovered she pulled her submissive into the shower with her and they enjoyed each other's company, Julie coming twice and Dee two more times.

They dried, dressed and jumped into their own beds to rest for their final match of the day, praying they didn't overdo it. Not before setting their alarms and snacking on light energy bars.

Surprisingly Gail learned that not having Wilbur around was better than she imagined it would be. He was off finding himself as a gay man in Las Vegas. He'd moved out a few weeks ago and she found that she was quite the eligible divorcee, although they'd not yet settled on that. She would divorce him. They just hadn't gotten around to discussing it. Her life was busy enough now; filling the void was her master's frequent visits. That was strange, too. She'd known Carl Newman for years, but now she was his to command and she loved it. She didn't understand how it had all come about; she didn't really care. He fucked her often and she never failed to cum numerous times and would beg him for more if it would help. But he was busy. Only Dee had a regular 24-hour day with him, every week. She was his wife after all, and the rest of the time she spent looking for mister good bar, knowing there was none better. How could she let him fuck all his women, she paused to think if she was in her place. There was likely nothing she could do. She probably did say no. Then realized she couldn't live without him and his amazing cock. So, she probably just accepted it. Or perhaps it just happened.

She spent plenty of time with Dee too. She loved the sex they shared. Her mistress was a great lover and if it not been for her master's cock it would only be women for her. She thought that a strange thought, but it passed. There were many things that didn't make sense, if she dwelt on it, but she didn't. This was her life now and it was fun and exciting and when her master and mistress weren't fucking her there would be other women. Master had a small but growing harem, she'd learned. Eventually, she meet them all and that meant she'd be eating more pussy. That too was strange. She'd never been interested in having sex with women, but now it seemed so natural, and she looked forward to it.

She was on the treadmill at the Summerlin Lifetime gym loosening up; her tennis lesson was in ten minutes. Her game was improving and soon she'd have to move to the next NTRP level if she kept winning tournaments. She was learning to serve more consistently topspin and slice serves and her groundstrokes were improving, too.

She sat naked in the sauna on her towel as the door opened admitting a younger woman wrapped in a white towel. She smiled acknowledging Gail, picked up the water scooper and poured it over the hot rocks. She then peeled off her towel spreading it on the wooden bench and took a seat. Trying not to stare, Gail couldn't help but admire the woman. Her tastes in lovers had now exclusively become women and she was easily aroused. Gail had kept her body fit and toned with the hours she'd spent playing tennis and working out at the gym. She could see the woman was in the beginning stages of getting herself back into shape. She'd remembered seeing her while she was running on the treadmill. There was something about her that intrigued her. She didn't know what it was then, she'd been working out on several of the machines. She loved the shape of her breasts. They were big and natural. Her areoles large, her nipples hard and erect, she was aroused. She continued to hide her assessment and soon was looking at her bald crotch and her large inner lips.

"You aren't very good at it," Wendy said startling Gail from her quiet appraisal. "I beg your pardon," Gail said blushing fearing she'd been caught.

"You're not very good at hiding your interest," Wendy said. Unlike Gail, Wendy's been openly bisexual for most of her life, although now with the exception of the rare times she'd spent with her master she'd become more lesbian.

"Is it that obvious?" Gail asked realizing that the woman didn't seem to mind.

"New to this, playing for the other team," Wendy asked.

"Guilty as charged. My husband of fifteen years suddenly realized that he was gay and other than getting fucked once and a while from master, I've developed a taste for pretty women like you."

"Was that your best pick up line? You are new at this, aren't you?" Wendy chided. "Wait a minute? What did you mean by getting fucked once and a while from your master?"

"Fuck!" Gail said softly, not realizing she'd said that aloud and tried to recover. "No, I was referring to getting myself off, masturbating, you know."

"You, too have a master. Is he tall, muscular with brown hair and a big cock?"

"How did you know?" Gail asked sitting up, turning to the naked woman, forgetting to keep her knees closed and exposing herself.

Hesitating as she took a few moments to admire Gail's pussy. "Is his name Carl Newman?"

The mere mention of his name had Gail juicing, "You...you know him?"

"Oh sweetie, he's my master too." Wendy got up and climbed one row up to embrace Gail and the two hugged. As the hug lingered they kissed and before it got out of hand, Wendy asked. "You want to get out of here, before we get tossed out."

Gail agreed and they retrieved their towels and moved to the door just as it opened, and two women entered. They smiled as they passed. Once dressed they decided to go to Gail's home which was closer than Wendy's high-rise apartment near the strip.

Wendy was impressed by Gail's home in the swanky part of Summerlin, behind two gates, the last manned by guards wearing side arms. Her home had a lovely view of the valley and a greater a view of the Las Vegas strip in the distance. "It's too big for me alone," Gail lamented. "We'd planned on having children. Either I'm barren or Wilbur was shooting blanks. We finally gave up, never really knowing who was deficient in the area where it counted." Wendy could hear the regret in her voice and was unsure how to respond. "But water under the bridge," Gail said. She pulled a bottle of white wine from the wine cooler and held it up for Wendy's approval she smiled and nodded. Gail grabbed a couple of glasses and asked, "Pool or bedroom?" Wendy smiled and said she thought the bedroom would be best for their first time together. "Good choice," Gail said and led Wendy upstairs to the luxurious main bedroom. Gail set the wine and glasses on the nightstand stood up and pulled a string here and another there and her summer dress fell to the floor pooling around her ankles, and she stood naked in all her glory. "Good trick," Wendy said and walked up to her new friend and kissed her passionately. Gail returned the passion and together they took a few steps to the bed and Gail scooted back spreading her legs allowing Wendy to crawl between them finding her naked pussy ready for her mouth.

It was a little tricky for Sandy and Kim, they'd recently gotten hired to perform in the new "Las Vegas, the Show" at Planet Hollywood Resort & Casino. Critics were calling it the best show in Las Vegas. They were beautiful young showgirls working on getting their bachelor's degrees during the day while dancing at night and were expected to be horny airheads eager for cock. But since becoming their masters' property, their desire for cock was limited to that of their master and they were horny for the touch and tastes of women. Since they didn't see their master that often, even though Sandy live next door to him, they'd depended on each other to take the edge off. Like all of Carl's girls, they noticed changes in their breasts, but unlike their sisters their breasts didn't just grow larger but were transformed.

In their line of work, it was common for girls to have their breasts enhanced. Sandy had hers done by one of the best in the business. However, overnight their breasts grew larger than their enhancements, and as a result their implants were expelled. Their new larger tits were natural. They were puzzled when they discovered the twin implants lying on the bed rejected by their bodies. They discussed it among themselves, how could this have happened? There were no surgical cuts or scarring, no pain or swelling. There were no logical answers, then like their transformation, they simply forgot about it.

The new tit flesh was firm, sticking outwards from their chests and defying gravity. Their waists grew smaller, their abs grew tighter, and their asses firmed growing slightly larger in all the right places. As expected their bodies got them the attention required to land the new jobs, bolstered by their dancing skills and resumes. They were expected to like men and the attention that was showered on them. But the only man and cock they craved was that of their master. When he wasn't available their lust for women was insatiable. They were horny lesbians on the prowl for pussy, but they managed to keep that to themselves. Sandy and Kimberly were inseparable. When they found a new friend they'd share.

It was then that the producer noticed them while rehearsing for the opening night show. When he invited them to his condo with a few special guest for the after-party celebration, they wanted to decline. But they knew declining could be career limiting at best and might even get them fired from the show.

What should they do? Should they simply come out of the closet and admit they were lesbians? That wasn't entirely true, but for all practical purposes it was. Or were they better off pretending and going along? There would likely be an orgy, group sex, or just a lot of fucking and sucking cock.

They decided to pretend things hadn't changed and agreed to attend the party. It didn't take long for the group to get very friendly. Women were in various stages of undress, some topless others bottomless. Blow jobs were being administered openly, and there was plenty of girl-on-girl action. Alcohol, coke and pot were liberally available. Against their better judgement they accepted mixed drinks from strangers. The potent potions were quickly consumed and replaced with more. Soon Kim and Sandy were eager to shed their scant clothes and join the party for real. They shamelessly kissed and fondled each woman they met. Before long they were eating pussy and sucking tits. When the men joined hopped up on Viagra and other drugs, they were pliable bimbos looking for cock, too. They tried to be accommodating, without being fucktoys, but they were agreeable to everything the men suggested.

When the party officially ended, no one could say. People simply collapsed or curled up in one another's arms and drifted off to sleep. When Sandy woke up, she felt sore and nauseous. Her head was resting between the long legs of a redhead. Her mouth was dry, she was sore and cum was leaking out of both her well fucked pussy and ass. Sitting up, she tried to get her bearing, but in the dim light she could only see naked bodies strewn about. She realized it was early morning and the sun was beginning to rise, and she didn't know where she was or where Kim had gotten off to. Everything was fuzzy. She tried to stand, it took a while, then she made her way through the condo and one of the bathrooms. She didn't recognize the naked woman staring back at her from the mirror until she began mimicking her movements. She was really fucked up. She used the toilet and felt better and remembered that she didn't know where Kim was.

Like Sandy, Kim felt horrible, cum leaked from her pussy and ass. She felt the remanence of more than one cock shoved up her ass, but thought she'd made it clear that it was off limits. She felt dried cum all over her body and face. She smelled horrible and needed a good shower. Stiffly she tried climbing to her feet, looking around she saw many of the people in similar state. When she didn't see Sandy she was about to panic, but somehow she remained calm and decided to see if she could find her clothes. They could be anywhere. She remembered taking them off but had no idea where she left them.

Where was Sandy? She staggered about the condo, which was much bigger than she remembered. She almost bumped into Sandy as she was leaving the bathroom. They were so happy to find one another, they hugged each other tightly, causing sparks of arousal to ignite. Despite themselves they rubbed their tits together and pressed their bodies tightly as their minds began to clear. Kim spoke. "We need to get out of here!" Sandy agreed, as they separated, she asked, "Do you know where we left our clothes?"

Together they moved about the condo and finally managed to find their shoes and purses, nothing seemed to have been disturbed. Kim found her skimpy skirt and top, but not her bra; her panties were wrapped around a deflated but still sizable cock, she reluctantly decided not to try and retrieve them. Sandy got lucky too and found her skirt cum stained and being used as a pillow. As she eased her skirt from under the head of its temporary owner, she saw her panties. They were being worn by some guy who'd stretched them splitting the seams, leaving his tiny cock hanging out. What's with these guys and their panties? She found her bra not far away. As they dressed the best they could, under the circumstances, they realized they'd violated their golden rule, no drinking or smoking. Kim got flashbacks of her consuming far more alcohol than she'd ever imagined possible. While Sandy saw images of her doing cocaine and puffing on every joint offered to her. She never did drugs, marijuana or others. She remembered the party turning into an orgy then nothing. It had been months since she'd been fucked by anyone other than her master, she could only assume the same thing for Kim.

"Let's get out of here," Sandy told Kim as they stagger to their feet in their much too tall heels. At the door they heard voices and saw their host. He was clad in a robe that hung open, showing off his hairy beer belly and limp cock. "There you are," he said as he closed the door behind a couple that had just left.

"Did you enjoy yourselves," he asked already thinking he knew the answer.

"I don't remember enough to say either way," Kim replied, and Sandy quickly agreed.

"That's too bad," their host said, "Because you two were the hit of the party," a large grin spreading across his pale white face. He handed both of them his business card, "If you are looking to earn some substantial extra income give me a call."

Confused but eager to leave they accepted the cards and slipped out the door. Their host smile grew larger, and he managed to slap each on their exposed naked ass. In their haste to leave, they'd gotten their clothes on, but failed to adjust everything properly. Their short dress and skirts were riding too high exposing their leaking pussies, each had at least one nipple out and of course most of their adorable asses were revealed. Their host had provided a Lyft, and it was idling waiting for them. Neither had any clue they'd been drugged and hypnotized into becoming unwilling sex dolls with a specific set of instructions to follow.

Arriving at Sandy's home they felt better after showering, set their alarms to wake at noon and climbed into bed where they dreamed of all the unwilling sex they had.

The drugged alcohol was just a precursor to put them in the right frame of mind. It took longer than anticipated to properly program them. They'd been wise to consume only bottled water. But that was an easy fix. Their host added a little of his drugs to the things they were consuming, first pussies which seemed to be their favorite, then a cock or two. Once their inhibitions were released it was an easy task to ply them with more of the alcohol laced drug, separate them, hypnotize and program them.

Without the aid of their alarm, they woke a few minutes before noon. Sandy got up followed by Kim. They greeted each other with a nod and fell into their normal routines. After completing their morning hygiene, they pulled towels from the linen closet and went naked downstairs to the fourth bedroom, which had been converted into a gym. After an hour's worth of floor exercises and stretching they pulled on their running clothes and shoes and left the house for their two-mile jog. Usually, they were both very talkative, but for now they spoke only when necessary. Running their regular course, they returned home thirty minutes later. They then showered and ate breakfast in silence. It was approaching two PM; they needed to report to work for three. Almost simultaneously they took out their cell phones, and the cards they were given earlier that morning and texted their names and phone numbers to the number on the card. They had three shows that evening and would be done around ten thirty that night. After the last show as they sat at their dressing tables as the other dancers were in various stages of dressing, they opened their phones and read the address they were to go. A few of their friends noticed that they weren't themselves but when confronted they smiled and offered plausible excuses and then left together as they often did.

Sitting quietly in the back of the Lyft, the driver took them east to a mansion in the affluent part of the community of Lake Las Vegas. They were stunning in their very revealing gowns, like they'd just walked off the stage of their show, minus the head gear. Had it not been for the translucent material, the twin splits down the sides that came up to their waist and lack of under garments, they would have been well dressed for any formal gala. The gowns and shoes were waiting for them on their dressing tables when the show ended. Their friends should have questioned their attire, but they weren't really friends, just work acquaintances.

The mansion was a shimmering castle, illuminated with all its exterior and interior lights. The numerous cars parked on the property left no doubt that the owners were having one of their extravagant parties. What only a few of the neighbors knew and kept secret was the nature of these parties. To call them orgies was to understate the obvious. They drew the wealthy young and old from all lifestyles looking for fun and debauchery. To this end, many wore golden masks of various shapes and images to hide their identities. Others either didn't care or dared to be discovered.

Entering the mansion, they passed men and women dressed similarly. The women wore colorful gowns with plunging necklines exposing large and small breasts. Their gowns had similar slits cut up to their midriffs. The men wore ballooned pants, absent of crotches exposing small and large flaccid cocks and balls, and their chests were bare. It was as if they were walking into another world, where the rules were very different. Fortunately, their programming had prepared them for this, and they knew how to behave. They walked into the great room on cue as the emcee announced that they were ready to begin.

Two spotlights bathed them in its beams, rendering their gowns invisible as they strutted into the room, smiling and waving. Once inside, they broke apart and approached the nearest groups of guests, kissing and fondling both males and females. Then the spotlights were shut off and the bacchanal began in earnest. There must have been fifty couples and perhaps twenty singles not counting Sandy and Kim, and everyone seemed to have found a partner or group to enjoy.

The servant staff moved among the guest, serving drinks, hors d'oeuvres and towels. Their uniforms, if you could call them that, consisted of collars, bowties and cuffs for the men and collars, cuffs and stockings for the women. Otherwise, they were naked as the guests would soon be. They were allowed to participate only if asked and wasn't tolerated for them to initiate intimacy.

It wasn't long before the sounds of passion could be heard in the great room. It was Sandy and Kim's responsibilities to get things going, with women or men, while circulating around to all the guest. Their programing allowed them to enjoy all the pleasures available. But like the servants, their jobs were to please and pleasure the guest. Nothing was off limits. If driven to passion they should definitely enjoy it, particularly if it pleased the guest.

On her hands and knees, Sandy was eating the pussy of a skinny pale woman still wearing her mask while a muscular brown man with a large cock was fucking her from behind while fingering her anus. She was not a fan of anal sex, but tonight Sandy was eager for a cock or tongue to replace the finger back there.

Vaguely familiar with the works of "Airtight Amy", Kim was learning firsthand what it meant. Not only had all three of her holes been filled with cock, but she had managed to attract two others whose mouths each claimed one of her large tits, while all four hands explored and caressed her wanton body. With her mouth full of cock, she couldn't scream, but had she, it would have shattered glass.

Many of the guests were enjoying foursome and threesomes while a daisy chain was forming to the left of where Kim was being pleasured. One by one the cocks exploded, first the one in her ass, then the one in her pussy and finally the one in her mouth. Almost gagging she squealed as all the stimulation, particularly the mouths sucking her tits was too much. Unlike her she swore and cursed as she came for almost a full minute before another large cock was shoved into her mouth.

Hours passed. Sandy and Kim seemed insatiable and tireless. Before the night was over between the two of them they'd sucked every cock and eaten every pussy, including that of the servants. By the time their host helped them into the Uber, the sun was peaking over the eastern mountain range. They were worn out and smelled like a brothel. The Uber driver demanded an extra fee, knowing the labor and products it would take to rid his car of the stench. Stumbling into Sandy's house, they dropped their things at the bathroom door, stripped and showered. They gargled with the blue mouthwash and climbed into bed and slept, as images of all the naked people they'd fucked, sucked and licked played in a loop in their dreams.

It was almost 1pm when Carl entered Sandy's home. He'd seen the two dropped off earlier that morning and was concerned because Sandy had left that night in her car. Of course, he had a key by now, still he only used it after neither had answered the doorbell or their cellphones.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he regarded the two sleeping dancers. Despite being early morning, outside the temperature was already 95 degrees. Inside it was much cooler, yet the two had kicked off the light blanket and sheet. He admired their young naked bodies. The way they laid naked in different poses, Sandy on her back, legs slightly spread. One hand by her side the other laying across her chest, just beneath her large breasts. While Kim lay on the left side, both hands under her pillow supporting her head, legs bent at the knees. He was about to leave when he noticed a bruise on Sandy's fair skin. Looking closer he saw that she bore many more. Looking at Kim, her bruises were harder to see due to her darker skin tone, but the same type of bruises were evident.

Awaken by his presence, and his unique pheromones, Sandy's nipples hardened, her eyes fluttered then she opened them. Upon seeing her master's face, Sandy smiled broadly and jumped into his open arms.

As they kissed, his hands caressed her body. Instead of the moans of pleasure he was accustomed to hearing, she groaned from the soreness, flinching involuntarily. Sandy what's going on, why are there bruises all over your body? He motioned with his chin. "Kim has bruising too. Why?" He spoke more harshly than he intended, but Sandy new he was concerned.

Attempting to tell him, Sandy was only able to cry, holding her hands up to her face. He tried to comfort her and bring her back into his embrace. But she shrugged away from him. Then realizing it was him, she let him hold her as she struggled to find the right words.

The noise had awakened Kim. Her reaction to him was identical to Sandy's and she sat up smiling. He frowned as he saw the bruises on Kim's ample breasts, easily visible despite her darker tones. Seeing his reaction, Kim worried that he was displeased because of what they'd done. Unlike Sandy, her words would flow, despite being programed to be silent. It was a question of whose programing was the stronger. She jiggled and bounced to join Sandy then pleaded. "Please...Master, you have to help us." She was worried about them being punished, but he had to know it wasn't their fault.
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