The Nexus - Book 3: the Bondage Dilemma
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Chapter 25: Kitt
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25: Kitt - The saga of Kitt, Marcy, and Jade continues as they begin to realize the consequences of creating witnesses with their abilities. Meanwhile, the war between the forces of light and darkness begins to grow hotter, in more ways than one! Reading of Nexus Book 1 and 2 is required to understand everything in this story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Shemale Fiction Futanari Demons Incest Sister BDSM DomSub Light Bond Rough Spanking Orgy White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Lactation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Size
Monday, December 25, 2023
“I can’t believe you’re going to do this,” Uma said as she looked over my notes, her foot rubbing my ankle under the cafeteria table, sending faint waves of pleasure through both of us. “This could be a huge deal, Kitt. Are you sure you’re prepared for that?”
“We have over 1500 subscribers signed and ready to bill as soon as we launch. If that’s not ready, I don’t know what is.”
Neither of us was hungry, but we sat in the cafeteria anyway because it offered us the most privacy, where we could talk without drawing attention. To the casual onlooker, two people were chatting over a small sushi plate.
“What’s your subscription model?” Uma asked.
“The service will cost $20 per month or $200 per year. We have merchandise ready to sell on launch day, too. We’re discussing ways to help subscribers interact with Schlong Sluts—”
Uma raised an eyebrow at the term.
“Interact with models,” I amended, on a one-to-one basis for extra fees that go directly to the girls. We are offering a free one-day pass to people who have expressed an interest but have not signed up yet for billing. That first day will be a huge kickoff orgy with me and Bethany as men introducing all of the new women. It should be enough to convince several more people to sign up. Hopefully, by the end of the first year, we’ll have 5000 subscribers. That would gross us $1 million, not including any sponsorships, extra revenue from special services, or unforeseen benefits.”
“And what would that net you after expenses?”
“If we gross a million in our first year, we’ll probably lose a couple hundred thousand. The Schlong Sluts—er, models—alone will cost us 600K. Food, mortgage, utilities, maintenance of the website and servers, and all that stuff. It’s crazy how much stuff adds up.”
“Sounds like you’re not going to have much time for me,” Uma said with a mixture of playfulness and sadness.
“I’ll always make time for you,” I promised, looking her in the eye when I said so she knew I was being honest.
Uma’s hand flinched toward mine but then withdrew into her lap. I understood what she was going through. I also had to fight the urge to hold her hand. We smiled at each other knowingly.
“I know you will,” she said.
“And about that...” I said, “London and I were wondering if you would be interested in being a special guest occasionally on the channel.”
Uma put down the chopsticks she’d been using to spear sushi. “Come on, Kitt, you know I can’t have my face—”
“I know,” I cut in, “And we wouldn’t ask you to.”
“So then what?” she continued. “You’ll blur me out? We both know even that can be risky.”
“No. I was thinking more along the lines of you wearing a mask. A submissive’s hood. Which brings me to my point. I want to formally invite you to be the one and only Schlong Slave. Or Doctor Slut. We have tossed around both terms equally.”
“We?” Uma repeated. “Who is we?”
“Me, London, Gina, and Bethany.”
“Bethany knows?” Uma burst out. “For God’s sake, Kitt!”
“She figured it out. She’s not an idiot. And she wasn’t the one who reported suspicions of our relationship to the hospital. That was Janiqua. Again.”
“Good grief. Janiqua is the gift that keeps on giving.”
“Amen,” I said. “Other than the four of us, no one else will ever know your identity unless you want them to. We will have all employees sign NDAs to prevent them from talking about what happens behind the scenes or revealing information about our production. Airtight NDAs written up by good lawyers who thoroughly review the documents with the performers to ensure everyone is on the same page. We’re doing this by the book.”
Uma clasped her hands under her chin and looked at me thoughtfully with her dark blue eyes. I was struck again by how beautiful she was.
“And if I do this, you aren’t going to try to start a relationship with me?”
I almost laughed. “Trust me, I won’t. I still crave you. We still have a special connection that we’re always going to share, but things are going so well with London, Gina, and Bethany ... I don’t want to screw that up by trying to rope you into a relationship.”
“How often would I perform?”
I shrugged. “Not a ton. Once a month?”
“Wearing a hood the entire time?”
“Unless you choose to take it off.”
“I won’t,” she assured me. She left it at that.
A large grin spread over my face. “So that means...”
A wicked smile grew across her lips, rivaling even mine. Her neck and cheeks flushed. I clapped my hands once and pumped my fists.
“This is going to be so great!” I hissed to her.
“I still want to be with you one-on-one sometimes,” she insisted. “I need my booty calls. Like tonight. You’re still planning on coming over after my shift?”
“I want to take you right now on this cafeteria table with everyone watching us.”
The rouge in Uma’s cheeks and neck deepened. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Wouldn’t that get you so turned on? Everyone watching me turn you out like a slut?”
“Kitt...” Uma warned. “Stop. You’re too much.”
“Spanking your ass until it’s red as a rose. Forcing you to choke on my cock.”
Uma rubbed her neck, her eyes half closed. “Okay. Lunchtime is over.” She stood and grabbed her empty plate. “I will see you later.”
I wanted to kiss her but knew she wouldn’t appreciate that. Everyone in the cafeteria who recognized me would interpret any show of public affection as a relationship, which could bring into question her character and professionalism. Instead, I gave her my best smile.
“I look forward to tonight.”
Uma reached across the table for her cup of water and took a drink, frowning as she set it on her plate. I recognized her contemplative expression, as I’d seen it many times when working on patients and discussing strategies for their care.
“It’s so strange, Kitt. Ever since we started this—whatever this is—you’ve become the only person I desire. That’s not normal for me. I used to get bored of men after a few dates. But you are different. Why is that?”
“I guess I’m one of a kind.”
Uma blushed. “I can’t argue with that.” She glanced at her watch, took my hand, and squeezed it quickly before letting go. “I’m nearly out of time. Merry Christmas, Kitt. Bring the ring with you tonight.”
She gave me a roguish wink and headed back to the ICU. As I watched her leave, I wondered if it was time to tell her about me being a Nexus and her being my witness. What effect would that have on her? I wasn’t sure of the answer. I had told her everything else, but that information was relatively new, and I still barely understood it.
I turned and hurried to the parking lot and got back on the road. I drove an hour up the road to Colorado Springs and parked in a small motel lot outside door 139. Parked in the space next to the one I took was a 2009 Honda S2000 with the license plate RCHBTCH.
The owner of the car was the person I had come to meet. I knocked on the motel door. It opened. Marie was inside. She pulled me through the doorway and hugged me for a long time.
“Thank you for coming.” She spoke very fast. “I know it’s Christmas. But it was the only thing I could think of. I told everybody I know I’m meeting somebody else so I could sneak away and talk to you. We need to figure this all out and decide what we’re going to do and when we’re going to tell everybody—”
I cut her off by holding up a box in front of her face. Inside the box were two pregnancy tests. Marie’s face turned into a mask of annoyance at the sight of it. I didn’t care.
“I’m going to watch you pee on these before we decide anything. I hope you drank some water.”
“Ew,” Marie said. “I’m not peeing in front of you.”
“Then I’m leaving,” I said, turning around and closing the motel door.
Marie grabbed it. “Fine! I’ll do it! Damn. Just give me the fucking pee sticks. I already told you I was pregnant. Do you think I’m lying? Like, I’m trying to get your money or some shit? I’m the daughter of a fucking billionaire.”
Her bratty tone made me want to slap her, but I didn’t. Instead, I handed over the box and followed her into the bathroom. The bathroom was tiny. Being crammed inside with her was unpleasant, but this was a cheap motel. I couldn’t expect a bathroom suite. Marie pulled down her pants and panties, then did some little trick where she squatted over the seat of the toilet but didn’t actually rest her butt cheeks on it. It was impressive.
She gave me a look like I was a weirdo, but I didn’t care.
“You realize I was a nurse, right? Pee doesn’t bother me.” With one of the tests in hand, she started to pee, but then I added, “You could probably pee on them both at the same time.”
Marie hurried and grabbed the other to put it under the urine stream. She peed for longer than I would have guessed. She seemed to interpret my thoughts and rolled her eyes at me.
“I have to pee when I’m nervous.”
Three minutes later, we were watching the test for lines to show up. Sure enough, the lines showed up as positive. I sat down on the edge of the motel bed as Marie looked at me with a mixture of worry and sadness.
“I want to keep it,” she said firmly, even though I still heard the fear in her voice.
“I do, too,” I said quietly. “I just don’t know how to manage all of this.”
Marie sat next to me. “You don’t know? What? Like I know?”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just ... overwhelmed. I have a new business launching soon. I hope. It depends on what happens in the state legislature, thanks to your dad.”
“My dad? What does he have to do with you?”
“Nothing.” I didn’t want to explain it all again. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll figure this out. I want to raise this baby with you. I guess the question is how?”
Marie looked at me like I was an idiot. “What do you think? We feed it and take care of it.”
“Ok. Right. I know that. I’m just saying logistically, if we want to take care of it together, do we move in together? Do you want to live in a house where we are shooting porn 24-7?”
Marie raised an eyebrow. “That could be kinda fun.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “I like porn. Remember? That’s how I knew who you were. But what if we don’t get along very well? Or what if the girls you live with don’t like me?”
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to deal with that stuff. I don’t mean to be rude, but are you sure it’s mine?”
Marie nodded. “I didn’t know you’re not supposed to take antibiotics while you’re on birth control. I had an infected toenail from that stupid nail clipper I bought for like $200!”
“How do you know it’s mine? You haven’t had sex since then?” I tried to tone down the note of disbelief in my voice but was pretty sure I failed.
“No. I have—” She stopped short. “You’re the last man I had vaginal sex with.”
So anal. Or with a girl. Or both. Marie watched me working it out in my head. Then she rolled her eyes and muttered, “Don’t perv on me, please. Let’s figure this shit out.”
We talked for almost an hour about how we would make our situation work. Ultimately, we decided she could share a room with me in the house starting in a few weeks. She wanted time to figure out how to tell her parents and get her life arranged. Meanwhile, I would have to go home and break the news to the other girls. Marie and I left the motel, promising to connect later. When we got to our cars in the lot, Marie stopped short.
“Shit. I almost forgot.”
“What?”
She reached into her car and tossed me a small wrapped box. I barely caught it.
“What is it?” I asked.
“A Christmas present. Duh.”
I looked at it like it was a weird surgical device. “I didn’t get you anything. I didn’t know—”
“That’s okay. I can’t have the father of my baby not getting a present for Christmas.”
“I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’ll get you something later?”
“Don’t worry about it. But okay.” She giggled and got into her car, driving off at about ninety miles an hour.
I opened the package. Inside was a jewelry box. The box contained a watch, but not just any watch. A Jaeger-Le Coultre. A watch that probably cost about $100,000. She had tossed it to me like a stuffed doll. Who on earth had I gotten involved with?
I couldn’t put it on my wrist. I slipped it back into the box, set it next to me, and drove back to Denver to the home I shared with London, Gina, and hopefully several other beautiful women soon. It all depended on the upcoming vote.
Gina was home, but London was spending Christmas with family at her parents’ house. Gina didn’t have anyone, and she’d been a little sad when I told her I’d be gone for the morning. When I got home, she perked up, looking up from her computer and smiling at me while wearing only green panties and a blank red tee shirt. Very festive.
“Hey.” It was a lame greeting, but Maria’s news still stunned me. I was having a baby. I had gotten a woman pregnant. I had a little human to provide for, teach, and raise.
“So?” Gina asked.
“She’s pregnant. And she seems very certain it’s mine.” I filled Gina in on the rest of the details about my meeting with her: the antibiotics, the watch, and the decision to have her live with me.
Gina listened patiently, and when I finished, she asked, “How do you feel about it?”
I sat down across from her. “She’s not the person I would have picked to impregnate. How do you feel about it? Or London?”
Gina didn’t seem to know what to say. “It’s not our baby. But I do wonder if the timing is a little suspicious.”
“What do you mean?”
Gina closed her laptop and set it aside, giving me a better view of her panty-clad ass and creamy white thighs. I tried not to look at the moment, but Gina noticed this, smirked, and pulled a pillow over her crotch.
“Lilly ordered you to fuck Marie for no reason ... so we thought. But the timeframe she ordered it just happened to be when Marie was taking antibiotics. I highly doubt Lilly can tell the future, but it’s possible she caused the infection somehow, then calculated when the most likely time would be you could get her pregnant.”
“Why would Lilly do that?”
Gina put two hands up to say she didn’t know. “Maybe it remains to be seen? Why did she ask you to put a sex toy in Jasmine Tisdale’s bag? No idea, but now we’re considering Jasmine for a potential spot in Schlong Sluts because she had a sexual awakening from a random toy found in her shopping bag. Coincidence?”
I thought about my other tasks: Carol Donovan and the stupid board I recently placed in an alleyway. What did those mean? Gina seemed to be aware of what I was thinking.
“Maybe the other tasks were just tests,” she offered. “Or maybe what comes from them remains to be seen.”
“Am I just a pawn for Lilly?” I wondered aloud. “Is it worth it?”
Gina drew up next to me and put her head on my shoulder. Her touch soothed me, but not in the same way it would if she were Uma. She was still not my witness. She belonged to Marcy. We didn’t speak for several seconds, but I sensed no awkwardness. That’s how it was with Gina. She didn’t need constant attention or conversation like London or Kimmy. She was content just being near us.
“I got you something for Christmas,” I told her.
Gina lifted her head off my shoulder and blinked several times as though she’d either nodded off or been deep in thought. Finally, she realized what I’d said.
“You got me—I told you not to!”
I shrugged. “It’s not much, but I think you’ll like it.”
I went into my room and opened the bottom drawer of my nightstand. Inside was a thin box wrapped in Christmas paper. I grabbed it and returned to the living room. Gina stared at it for a long time before finally taking it with a look of mock disappointment.
“I didn’t get you anything,” she said.
“That’s okay!” I insisted. “You do so much for me already. All of your work on our website without any payment.”
“Uh ... you let me live with you rent-free. That’s payment.”
I shrugged. “You’re not exactly hard to live with, though. You love to clean. You barely eat. You hardly talk. You help out with everything. I didn’t want Christmas to pass without you knowing that someone cares about you and appreciates you.”
Gina stared at the package so that I couldn’t see her face. Then she sniffed and wiped her eyes, looking up at me and smiling.
“Thank you, Kitt,” she said, hugging me tightly.
“You don’t even know what it is!” I laughed.
“Whatever is in this won’t mean as much to me as the things you just said. But I’m excited to see what you got me.”
“You mean what Santa got you...”
She gave a wet chuckle and began carefully opening the wrapping paper. Instead of tearing it open, she undid the tape and slid the box out of the wrapping. The box was faux leather, long and thin but still nice. I hadn’t picked out the box but had picked out what was inside it.
Gina undid the clasp and opened the box to reveal an elegant braided gold choker with rubies set into its design. It was about an inch wide and had a sturdy rear clasp. On the front, just over the throat, a thickened gold band encircled the width of the choker, and an O-ring connected to it dangled below the collarbone, perfect for a leash to be attached to it. Gina picked it up gently and surveyed it.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
Gina’s eyes shone as she turned to me. Her voice was so soft when she spoke I could barely hear her. “What does this mean, Kitt? Why are you giving this to me?”
“I was at the mall about a week ago, and for some reason, I turned into the jewelry store. I wasn’t thinking about buying anyone anything. I just ... went inside anyway. When one of the women working greeted me and asked what I was looking for, I told her I had no idea. I just wanted to browse. I walked around and saw that.”
Gina and I both looked at the choker. It was lovely. And the price I’d paid for it seemed more than reasonable.
“So I bought it.”
With a barely perceptible tremor in her fingers, Gina picked up the choker and examined it.
“It’s heavy,” she said.
“Yeah, it’s a lot of gold.”
“And so wonderful. But what does this mean, Kitt? I need to know why you bought it for me.”
“When I saw it, I thought of you.”
“We haven’t even had sex. We haven’t even really kissed on the lips! Have you purchased anything like this for London? Or Uma? Or Bethany?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t explain anything other than what I’d already said. It just felt right, like it was for her.
“Do you want to own me?” she asked. Her tone wasn’t accusatory or nervous, but it conveyed a simple curiosity, as though she had been waiting for this to happen for several weeks.
“I...”
What did I want? Did I want Gina? Yes. I had thought about having sex with her many times. I still vividly remembered the night she masturbated in the room while watching me have sex with London. I had wanted her very badly then. But did I think about Gina often as a sexual partner? No. I didn’t. Because she hadn’t made it clear she wanted to be one.
“I don’t know.”
Gina nodded slowly, eyes still on the choker, her face a neutral mask. I wished I could touch her and sense her feelings, but that wasn’t possible.
“What do you want, Gina?”
She glanced at me, then away. I saw something in her eyes—a glimmer of nervousness or vulnerability. “I am very sexual. But that got me into trouble with Marcy. I almost lost myself—my identity. I practically owned her when she and I were together in middle school. It was unhealthy the way I treated her. But I didn’t do it because I wanted to be a domme. I did it because it was the only control I had in my life.”
“Marcy was your submissive?” I asked. “I have a hard time seeing that.”
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