Incest/Taboo The Jewel of Desire

It was going to be a hot day; it was already 95 degrees at 8am, with the high predicted to be 112. Anything over 106 could stop a match according to the lead official. The 4.5 Women's Doubles Finals originally scheduled for 3pm was pushed up to 10am in an effort to miss the hottest part of the day. Dee and Julie were facing familiar rivals from Julie's league team. They'd be accustomed to the heat and were decent players. They'd been seen at their previous matches, trying to learn what they'd be facing. The only thing that might work for Dee and Julie would be to change things up a bit. Julie usually served first and then Dee, Dee favored the ad court and Julie the deuce. The plan would be to switch during the first set and return to the previous for the second. The rest of their game remained pretty solid, but they had to win the first set.

Jill Vanderbilt (a lefty) and Kate Crawford a right-hander was a good match, and because Jill was a lefty, the sun wouldn't be an issue for them, even when it was high in the sky. The match began with Jill and Kate winning the toss and electing to serve, but uncharacteristically they lost the first game due to having prepared to face their opponents in the opposite positions on the court and missing key shots.

Dee had been serving well all weekend and today would be no different. She had tremendous hook on her slice and when her opponents attempted to compensate by moving to their right, Dee would serve up the tee with a hard flat cannonball. However, Jill's lefty status was proving to be a challenge for Julie, and she dropped her serve, but they were still up 3-1. When Julie used her back spin drop shot and it bounced back over the net before Kate could get to it there was a heated exchange that the official allowed to go on for too long and didn't penalize either team. Jill told Dee to "bite me!" and defiantly Dee scowled and replied for both to "eat me!"

It appeared that the exchange had taken the fight out of the two, Dee and Julie won the first set 6-3. But Dee suspected something more nefarious was at play. What she didn't know was that her strongly worded insult had an effect on the two women. Though both were happily married with normal marital sex lives. Never had either considered sex with another woman. But now, if only subconsciously they were both curious. As they watched Dee dart across the court, only with considerable effort did they manage to keep at bay thoughts and images of Dee naked. Then thoughts of what it would be like to eat pussy for the first time would emerge.

As a result, at the beginning of the second set when it was legal to switch service order and court position, (ad and deuce court), it wasn't until the third game did they notice and change their strategy. By that time, they were down 0-3.

It was very hot now, at least 101 degrees and each team was hydrating themselves well and sweating profusely. Dee and Julie had selected white and yellow colors for their matching tennis shirts and tops. Like most white materials when wet they become a bit translucent, not much, but enough that if the right areas became wet, it could be a treat for the right person.

Since both Dee and Julie were large breasted they wore heavy duty bras to secure their breasts in place. Their sweat was collecting in their bra cups and causing their nipples to harden and protrude. It acted to further distract Jill and Kate. Both were small breasted and envious of women more endowed, their thoughts turned to images of large naked breasts with firm nipples. They didn't win another game, despite strong rallies.

Jill and Kate were gracious losers and took pictures holding their smaller trophies as they smiled with Dee and Julie.

"Good match, Kate, Jill. It could have gone either way," Dee said though she knew better, and Jill offered her own magnanimous comments. "You both are too kind; you kicked our asses. Congratulations. Perhaps we can have lunch some time and learn your secret," Jill said and stroked a stray lock of hair from her face. "Our only chance was in that first set, but then we lost it all in the second," Kate said and licked her lips, as she pulled her bag to her shoulder. Their defeated opponents headed for their cars with their second-place trophies leaving Dee and Julie to discuss what they had just observed.

"Were they flirting with us," Julie asked. "I think they were, perhaps a bit. We'll take them up on lunch if we win our second final. Agreed?" Smiling she agreed.

They had an hour before their final match of the tournament, in the Women's 50 Doubles. As they walked off the court they were greeted by Wendy and Gail. Almost in unison they offered their congratulations.

"We got here too late to see the match, but we heard you dominated, 6-4, 6-1. Way to go," Gail said. "Thanks," Dee replied smiling and looking quizzically at both Wendy and Gail. "I didn't know you two knew each other." Gail and Wendy giggled. "Long story, short version is we met at Lifetime," Gail said giving Dee a knowing glance and then changed the subject. "What time is your 50s?"

Dee and Julie left Wendy and Gail to return to their room to change and rest, while Gail showed Wendy around the complex. They would be in the front row to watch the finals. In their hotel room, with only an hour to rest, Dee and Julie showered together but resisted the temptation to play. Cooled by the shower, they dressed again in matching outfits, ate light snacks and waited until the last possible moments to return to Darling Tennis Center for their final match.

With most of the other matches completed, a crowd had grown to watch the final. Their opponents were from Phoenix Arizona where temperatures exceeded even those of Las Vegas, sometimes by as much as five degrees. Las Vegas was the high desert and Phoenix the low, determined by elevation, which explained the variance. As a result, their opponents were acclimated to the heat.

The Women's Doubles 50's meant that you had to be at least 50 years old to participate but could be older. Dee didn't look anywhere near her 65 years. But she was well known in the community, through her civic involvement and her tennis activity. Julie was just over 50 and also well-known and respected.

Their opponents were not, however they checked out as true to their ratings and age to play in this division. Anne Smith and Judy Jones of Peoria Arizona, a suburb just west of Phoenix, they went by the moniker "Alias Smith and Jones". Like the Western television series, they both grew up watching on ABC in the early 70's, they were a dynamic pair having partnered for over ten years and won numerous tournaments large and small. Anne Smith was a small quick blonde with a consistent serve and a strong net game. Judy Jones, who went by the nickname Jay-Jay, an African American with a fair complexion, wearing her hair in long braids and was just under six feet tall with a decent topspin serve and good court sense. Both women were married and had children in college.

The chair umpire walked out to the court holding new Penn neon green tennis balls, the name "Penn" imprinted in bold black letters and the number "4" imprinted below. The pre-match meeting was the same as with previous matches, the official reviewed the rules focusing on players making their own calls and the chair overruling, if necessary.

Asking the Phoenix team to call the toss, he flipped a coin to determine who would serve first, then handed out the new tennis balls and told the players they had a five-minute warm up. With only a minute remaining in the warmup, he announced the players.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this Final match of the Women's Doubles 50s division is the best-of-three tie-break sets, to the right of the chair, from Peoria Arizona Anne Smith and Judy Jones." Applause was strong from all around the court. "To the left of the chair, from Las Vegas Nevada, Dee Newman and Julie Betts. Smith and Jones won the toss and chose to serve. Time!"

As the women returned to their seats to sip water and towel off, their friends and family cheered them on, as promised Gail and Wendy were in the front row at the net which gave them a good view of the court. "Dee and Julie, you got this," they cheered.

A little after 3pm, the sun was high and wouldn't be a factor for two hours when it began to set. All hoped it wouldn't take that long. Dee didn't count on that and wanted to put their best server in the sun in the event of a long match and would defend from the south side of the court. The winds were calm and also wouldn't be an issue.

Taking their positions the match was ready to begin. "Serving Anne Smith," said the very fit looking African American official, sitting perched in his chair under an umbrella.

Bouncing the ball a few times, Anne toss it over her head and served a well-paced top spin to Julie's backhand. She returned a deep cross court shot just avoiding a poach from Jay-Jay. Anne took four long strides to get there and tried to hit a cross-court shot of her own. But Dee poached and hit an overhead smash for a "winner". The battle was on.

Anne took the bait and served to Dee's backhand. Dee had positioned herself as though she was protecting a weak backhand and that's just what she wanted. She hit a sharp return up the middle too wide for Jay-Jay and too fast for Anne to recover. She was looking for a cross-court return. "Luv -30."

Anne served to Julie's backhand this time and she hit a passing shot down the line, which was completely open. Jay-Jay had anticipated another cross court shot. "Luv - 40".

Most players would have gotten down on themselves, but Anne was determined to hold her serve. She fired a hard angling topspin wide to Dee's forehand, she had to move fast to get there, but was a few seconds too late. It hit the top of the net but didn't go over. "15-40".

Anne continued to serve well after a shaky start and soon had the score tied at deuce. She was bouncing the ball and hit a good flat serve up the tee to Julie's backhand, a few quick strides she returned a high lob forcing Jay-Jay to yell for help from her partner. Forcing Anne to move to back beyond the service line and hit an overhead up the middle. That's where Dee was lurking and angled a sharp volley into the alley. But Jay-Jay ran after it and hit a good forehand at Julie's feet for a winner. It was so fast; Julie couldn't find the ball in time to react. "Advantage Smith & Jones". Serving to Dee she placed a hard flat serve to her backhand for an ace and just like that Anne held serve in the opening game, which lasted over ten minutes. The crowd cheered.

He was angry. Carl had to decide how to respond. He suppressed his first instinct to find and punish the people responsible for this action. He could use Sandy and Kim to lead him back to the people or person. It would be easy to do and then he could turn them gay or impotent or worse. He needed to know what he was dealing with, was it a one off or an organized group. Although he now could control minds with a glance, that wouldn't be enough against bullets or knives. He could infiltrate them and then seduce them all. But if they anticipated that he'd have nothing.

The first thing he'd have to do is release Sandy and Kim, and then heal their mental anguish. If he was to catch or discover who was behind all this, he'd be putting them back in the same danger, but perhaps with the ability to no longer be entranced, perhaps helping them find the person or people responsible.

One at a time, he held them by their shoulders and looked into their eyes, removing the hypnotic control they were under, reinforcing his own, making it stronger and each better able to resist, should there be a next time.

Being a big man, and an intellectual, he was a bit of a pacifist. As a young man, Carl never had to fight much; his mere presence was intimidation enough. But now two of his girls had been drugged and controlled, that wouldn't stand. There were several unanswered questions. The most pressing, why them? Did they just happen to fit the girls they targeted, or was there a connection to him that he was missing? Was he being watched?

"You must find and kill whoever has done this!" A voice in his head stated as a matter of fact. "This cannot go unpunished."

It was of course the jewel. "Oh, your back. That's not as easy as you think."

"Back? ...I never left. I've been resting and growing stronger. It's much simpler than you imagine. You have access to important and powerful people now. That means you have access to their resources, their muscle. Use them. You can have the culprit found and killed without being exposed. Do it."

Sandy and Kim spent the rest of the day in their master's care. Or was I the other way around? They basked under their master's attention and soon felt like their old selves. Sandy was on her knees bobbing her head back and forth, his large cock in her mouth, as she attempted to swallow all of his length.

Meanwhile he played with Kim's perfect breasts. Licking and chewing lightly on her dark brown nipple. Kim cooed at the "titty play" and her master's attention. His touch had her on the verge of coming several times, but he asked her to wait until he told her she could come. Just when she thought she had her control locked down, he'd switch tits and she'd be on the verge all over again. It was sweet torture. His free hand would then take the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Moaning loudly, Kim began fingering her very wet pussy, which was a distraction, but didn't provide any relief.

He was ready to fuck and decided he was in the mood for anal. Pulling his cock gently from between Sandy's lips, she was pleased to learn of his intentions. Although she was capable of taking her master's cock dry in her ass, he saw little point in making her suffer.

Without fanfare he plunged his cock in her dripping pussy, and for several very satisfying minutes he stroked back and forth before pulling out and shoving it in her puckering hole. It was tight. Stroking her ass slowly at first, he increased the tempo. Somehow Kim managed to latch her mouth on Sandy's abandoned pussy, holding it open as she tongued and licked, even as their master's strokes increased. Despite her early apprehensions, Sandy was becoming quite the fan of anal sex, and quickly adjusted to her master's size and girth.

After a few more strokes she moaned, then screamed with passion. Between Kim's tongue and her master's cock she was cumming harder than she ever had before from anal. With Sandy's enthusiasm he also found the pleasure too enticing. A few more strokes and he roared loudly filling Sandy's rectum with his cum. Gripping her tightly, he grunted and lurched forward once, then once more, until the last of his seed had squirted out. Easing his grip, he pulled free and fell back on the bed, satisfied for the moment.

Kim was torn. Cock or ass? Her master was empty for the time being, but his yummy cum was trickling from Sandy's ass. Making her decision she sprang forward like a cheetah going after an antelope. Telling herself she'd just wait for gravity to do its thing. But after most of the cum had leaked out, Kim wanted more and went in as deep as she could, finding what she sought just out of reach. She was determined to get it.

Despite it having just been in her ass, Sandy's first coherent thought was to clean her master's cock. Squealing with delight as she pulled his deflating cock into her mouth. She'd tasted her ass before, but this was about tending to her master. She would have eaten shit if it made him happy. Kim's tongue and fingers worked expertly emptying Sandy's ass of Carl's deposit, and now was working Sandy up for more as she revived his cock, now too big for her mouth she licked it like a lollypop. Kim's ass was wagging, and Carl was ready to fuck the black woman now. On her hands and knees Carl held on to her hips as he fucked her with long slow strokes as Sandy fingered her pussy close enough for Kim to reach once she was ready.

The first game of the match lasted ten minutes and resulted in Smith & Jones holding serve. Dee began to wonder if this was going to be one of those matches that wouldn't be decided by skill, but by mental toughness. It appeared they were evenly skilled. It looked like a bit of trash talking would have to be interjected. And this wouldn't be a quick match.

Serving from the south side of the court, Dee tossed the ball high above her head. Waiting for the ball to come down, she cut a beautiful slicing serve, which was angling for the right side of the service box. Although it appeared to have been hit hard, it actually had more spin. It just managed to clear the net without touching and dropped shallow inside the box. Realizing it was going to be short, Anne scrambled forward arriving just in front of the spinning ball. With her racquet back, she was ready to hit a cross court shot. However, what she failed to consider was the amount of spin Dee had put on the ball. She planned on catching the ball on the rise, hitting a winner. But as the ball bounced it broke hard to the right. Anne swung through empty air, completely missing the ball. Anne's momentum took her to the net, and she grabbed it to stop herself as she glared at Dee. She'd not make that mistake again.

Gail and Wendy had a bird's eye view and cheered loudly as Dee's first serve resulted in an ace, "Fifteen Luv."

"What's the matter? Don't you use spin back in Phoenix?" Dee taunted.

Serving to the "ad court", Dee thought she'd try the same tactic. Jay-Jay had been hugging the left line of the service court, she might be hiding a weak backhand. Lightning did in fact strike twice. Jay-Jay made the same mistake, but managed to clip the ball slightly, sending it sailing out deep in the left alley, "30 Luv."

"Julie, add to your list, both can't handle spin", Dee told her partner as she bent forward just in front of the net on the deuce side of the court. Further irritating her adversaries.

With her slice service established Dee decided to go hard and flat with her next serve. She aimed for the left side of the court, landing a deep cannonball in the left corner. Anne had to rush again, this time to her left for a backhand return, which she hit too late and into the net. "40 Luv".

"Julie, add hard and fast flat serves to the list."

Dee had shown her opponents two strong serves. She could close out the game with the next. Thinking she'd try the same serve against Jay-Jay to see if she'd been paying attention. She had and was ready this time. Although she was surprised by Dee's accuracy, she hit a backhand cross court. Julie had been waiting for an opportunity to poach and dropped a short lazy chip shot angled off the court for a winner. It was too far away and too little pace for either of them to reach. The set was tied one game each.

"And that's how you serve." Dee said to no one in particular. But she had her opponents seething.

The good news was that the game took less than five minutes to play. Nevertheless, it was looking as though this might be a long match. Dee and Julie were fit and used to the Las Vegas heat, but Anne and Jay-Jay were from Phoenix, where it was often hotter.

As the match continued, and the lead changed hands frequently, so did the sniping from both sides of the net. Jay-Jay and Anne gave as good as they got. But failed to win the crucial game twelve. Up 6-5, Jay-Jay fell behind and Julie passed Anne to win game twelve, tying the set at six games each and forcing a 7-point tiebreak.

Gail had to remind Wendy that it was now a chess game. Dee had figured out they were equally matched and had turned it into a mental challenge. Wendy guessed correctly; the sniping was part of the mental gymnastics.

As long as the taunting didn't occur when the ball was in play, no violations had occurred. From the chair, it would be difficult for the official to clearly hear the barbs being hurled. However, if profane, the official would certainly intervene and award point penalties.

The tie breaker was as competitive as the first twelve games. Each point was hard fought and after eight points and thirty minutes had passed, neither opponent had won the two-point margin. There were no breaks, players could drink fluids, but not rest by sitting. Finally, Smith and Jones won the tie breaker 12-10 and thus the first set.

Both sets of players were exhausted and needed the 10-minute break they were entitled to. There would be no coaching. Sitting in the shade the partners evaluated their play, their opponent's weakness and strategized while downing fluids and resting.

The second set was highly competitive and attracted a large crowd of spectators. Just like the first set the lead seesawed. But Dee and Julie were behind most of the set until the last three games where they once again forced a tiebreaker. Only this time they won 7-5. Both the play and trash talk had been elevated to the next level. Each of the women had soaked through their outfits. Neither had brought a change of clothing. None thought it would last this long. Three hours in and the match was tied. All the spectators were in awe of what they were witnessing. The hometown fans were more plentiful and cheered on their "girls" nevertheless, each hard-fought point was appreciated and cheered.

To begin this third and final set, the official brought out new balls and announced that Dee was to begin service. Although they didn't win all of Dee's service games, her serves were flawless. She began with a wicked slice serve that appeared to be heading for Anne's forehand, but at the last moment dropped to her right creating a backhand return and catching her off guard. The ball bounced high and just missed hitting Anne in the face, as she jerked her head trying to avoid the ball. It did hit her head knocking off her ballcap. The crowd cheered and Dee celebrated with a fist pump. Angerly Anne picked up her cap and pulled it back on. "You did that on purpose, Bitch!"

Dee ignored her and served to Jay-Jay. Everyone had a chance to touch the ball before Dee hit a monster overhead that had Anne not ducked, would have taken her head off. "Bitch!" Anne yelled.

Quietly Dee egged her on calling her a silly little cunt and told her to shut up and play tennis. Dee took her position and prepared to serve to Anne again. This time she served a good slice but not with as much spin and followed it to the net and easily volleyed a winner as Anne returned the serve right to Dee's forehand. "40-Luv!"

By now all the women were completely soaked from their exertion. Although their sports bras did a good job of holding their breasts in place, the cooler temperatures from their damp clothing made their nipples erect. Anne and Jay-Jay's tight shorts distinctly revealed their camel toes. They looked flush from the hours of play and the heat. It made Dee imagined what they'd look like naked. Both had athletic narrow bodies, small tits and tight asses. The way they looked right now was the way she'd imagine they'd look after a good fucking.

Dee's taunting had definitely gotten the younger woman upset. She approached the net and proceeded to chastise Dee. Jay-Jay and Julie stood behind their partners adding support. As Anne barked, careful not to use any profanity. Dee was about to reply when she heard a voice in her mind.

"No one talks to us like that." The voice snarled. "Seduce them both and add them to our numbers."

Dee felt as though she no longer had control of her body. She stared at Anne, stopping her in mid-sentence. Then turning to Jay-Jay she did the same. Only they saw Dee's eyes change. They went from normal to all blue. Then the blue storm clouds shot blue bolts of lightning. "Both of you bitches belong to me. When I'm done whipping your sorry asses in tennis you can take turns eating my pussy. Now quit complaining and let's finish this!"

The disadvantage of sitting in the chair, one official noted, is that you can't quickly get down to the players and in cases like this, when players seemed to be agitated, intervene. Also, you can't clearly hear what is being said. There may have been threats made, but he wasn't certain. Before he could react. Anne and Jay-Jay took their positions, Dee served another ace. Smith and Jones didn't win another game. Dee had to chide them into playing harder, for appearances, but they weren't the same.

Dee and Julie were triumphant, winning both titles they sought. Graciously Dee and Julie posed with Anne and Jay-Jay who didn't seem to hold a grudge. They all held up their plaques, smiled for pictures and shook hands. Dee told them to shower, shave their pussies bare and meet at their hotel room in ninety minutes.

Sitting in the shade, Dee and Julie chatted with Wendy and Gail about the match and their win. Although Julie didn't see Dee's eyes change, she knew things were different. She was fine with it; she'd do anything for her mistress. And as she hoped, they'd bonded from their tennis experience. She was Dee's favorite, at least for now. Nevertheless, she had a few idea's to stay in Dee's good graces and would activate them if and when necessary.

Returning to their hotel room, they showered together, playing just a bit, not wanting to tire each other, since they were expecting guess. They tidied up ordered drinks and snacks and discussed some of their favorite moments of the tournament. A few minutes later, exactly ninety minutes from the time ordered there was a knock on their door.

Julie opened the door, barefoot and wearing a robe, and welcomed their two guest into the room. Despite it being a room and not a suite, it was pretty spacious. There was a couch, desk and two large beds, a walk-in closet and dresser, with a flat screen television on top.

They stood in front of Dee who was wearing a terry cloth robe and sitting cross legged on one of the beds as she looked them over. They cleaned up nicely and smelled good too. They stood still, nervously. They didn't know what they'd gotten themselves into. Jay-Jay was the taller of the two, about 5'8" Anne was about two inches smaller.

"You are prompt and on time. That's good. I assumed you followed my instructions and shaved your pussies. Hair can be such a nuisance in some areas, don't you agree." They smiles nervously and nodded. "Have either of you ever been with another woman before, you know intimately?" She asked. Both women shook their heads. "What's the matter, can't speak now. You were pretty mouthy out on the court today!"

"No mistress Dee," Anne said. "Not even remotely. I mean to say that I never thought of doing that." She caught herself, "Not that there's anything wrong with it." She paused and looked at Jay-Jay who accepted the handoff and spoke. "No, not really. There was some play in college, some hazing where my sorority made us kiss their pussies, but we didn't really do any pussy munching." She blushed. She didn't know why she was volunteering so much information when a simple "no" would have sufficed.

"You seemed disappointed. Not to worry. Today's your lucky day!" Julie took her seat on the other bed as Dee explained what would happen next.

"Let's begin with you both stripping naked. I like to see what I'm working with. Go ahead. Chop, chop!"

Both women slowly began undressing, placing their clothes on the dresser behind them. Oddly they neglected to wear any undergarments, bra or panties. They both had small B cups tits at best. Both had followed instructions and there wasn't a stray hair to be found at first glance.

"Very good, ladies. So, tell me, what kind of bushes did you remove for your presentation. I'm curious?"

Anne volunteered she'd removed a hairy forest; she and her husband didn't fuck much anymore so she no longer kept it very neat and trimmed. Jay-Jay confessed she kept a short, cropped landing strip. Her husband like to fuck and eat her pussy as often as he could. But he traveled for his job otherwise they'd be much more active.

"Hmmm...that might be a problem, Jay-Jay. You see once you leave here you're going to be lesbians, for the most part. We have a master with a big cock, and he loves to fuck, but unfortunately I don't think he's going to be able to get to Peoria Arizona that often. It may be up to you two and any other of your new girlfriend to keep your lust in check." She said shaking her head. "But I'm getting ahead of myself."

"Jay-Jay, Julie's going to see how well you eat her pussy. She'll coach you and provide a few pointers, do's and don'ts. She very good at it. She once had a husband, but he cheated on her and she divorced him. She's been happy ever since. I'm sure she'll tell you more. Once you've passed, you can come and eat my pussy and show me what you've learned. I can't have you returning to Peoria not being able to properly eat pussy. You may have to instruct others."

Reluctantly she climbed into bed as Julie shed her robe and spread her long legs. Julie's pussy looked inviting. With her fingers she parted her lips and pushed her finger inside, cooing as Jay-Jay watched fascinated, the first time she'd watched another woman play with herself. "Don't be nervous, sweetie. Just do to me the things you like. It will be good, you'll see." Julie worked up some of her juices making her pussy look irresistible. Moving her hands away, Julie gave her access. She leaned forward, extended her tongue and licked up the first droplets of Julie's nectar. The taste was tart, but not unpleasant. She wanted more, as if she wasn't certain her tastebuds were working properly. This time, she found the taste better and she was hooked. She covered Julie's pussy with her mouth and pushed her tongue into her hole, searching for more of the tangy liquid, as her nose flatten against Julie's clit. She tried to push on it as she reached deeper. Julie moaned. Jay-Jay took that as a good sign and found more of the tasty juice. Jay-Jay was hooked. Julie tried to suppress her cries of pleasure, but Jay-Jay was too good. A natural and she began using her fingers as she searched for Julie's clit.

Anne watched mesmerized. Jay-Jay was converted into a pussy eating lesbian right before her eyes, and now it was her turn. Dee opened her robe, allowing Anne to behold the most beautiful pair of breasts she'd ever seen. She wanted to suck on her perfect nipples, and to squeeze and nurse on them, she imagined. Then as if by magic she was. She was so aroused her own body was tingling. She felt Dee's fingers enter her pussy and she sighed around the fat nipple in her mouth. She felt her own small perky tits, her nipples were diamond hard. She wanted more. She moaned as Dee stirred her pussy. "Go on," Dee encouraged her. "Eat my pussy and your conversion will be complete. It will be like you're having sex for the first time. You'll have endless orgasms. You'll wonder why you waited so long." If Dee was right and her pussy tasted half as good as her tits, she was going to have to pry her off. Anne was amazed and hopelessly hooked on pussy, if all of them tasted even close to her mistress' pussy. She'd never want cock again. She licked Dee to three marvelous conclusions before she and Jay-Jay traded places.

Julie had taught Jay-Jay well. Dee approved of her newly developing skills, proving herself as she worshiped her mistress's pussy. It was getting late, but rather than go to their room, Jay-Jay and Anne spent the night with Dee and Julie. Jay-Jay and Anne ate each other to multiple orgasms and devoted themselves to each other. They would be alone and would need each other as they had the difficult task of leaving their husbands behind. Dee continued their programming. Their primary instructions were to convert other women, from friends or strangers to their cause.

The next morning Jay-Jay and Anne left Las Vegas heading home changed forever. They didn't really understand why, but they were committed to each other. Jay-Jay loved her husband and thought she was happy, but she didn't know what real happiness was until she was free to eat pussy. Anne had been a good friend and tennis partner for years, now they were lovers, and horny lesbians looking for lonely women to seduce. That was their mission.

When Carl returned home he found Julie and Dee asleep spooning, Dee's arms wrapped around Julie. They awoke as always whenever their master was near. But there was something different, Carl sensed. He could hear Dee's thoughts and she spoke to him telepathically, while Julie sucked his cock.

"I've made some changes. You, Carl Newman are to deal with the issue we discussed earlier, you are relieved of other responsibilities until this task is complete. You, Dee Newman will take on the responsibilities of growing our numbers and seducing the powerful and wealthy. Carry on, I'll be resting and listening."

"How long have you and he been speaking?"

"Not long, not quite twenty-four hours."

"Congratulations on your victory. Kind of a weird ending, huh? Your opponent's just giving up like that. I guess you wore them out. Then fucked them silly and sent them on their merry way."

"You seem to be current on all affairs. As you know it's what I was told to do. Not like I had a choice in the matter."

"What's become a priority, that's interrupted your fucking schedule?"

"Ouch! You don't want to know."

"I do, were in this together. We may never get out, so tell me."

"Short story, someone drugged and reprogrammed Sandy and Kim. My orders are to find and eliminate them. Eliminate as in kill them."

"Oh Carl!"

"Don't worry, I've made a few connections, I won't have to do the deed myself."

"How are the girls?"

"Good as new."

"You should probably let Julie have some cum, she's working pretty hard."

"Oh, you're right."

Julie basked in the glow of bringing her master off and savored his delicious cum.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't have a choice. Going to track down some bad guys and send some tough guys to kill them." He paused. "What about you? What are you going to do?"

"Going to take over my law office, seduce a state senator, then have lunch with a couple of tennis rivals with Julie and bring them into the fold."

"That all?"

"Oh, we're going to have pool party, the likes we've never had before, catering and the works and invite our newest converts and give them new directions."

"Goody. It's been a while since we had a pool party."

"Get some rest, after you fuck Julie. You can fuck me in the morning."

"Okay. How long is our telepathic connection active?"

"Dunno. I guess until he says otherwise."

Carl flipped Julie unto her hands and knees and began fucking her briskly as Dee played with her tits and fingered her asshole. Julie came several times until she passed out.

"Good night Johnboy."

"Good night Elizabeth!"
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