A Good Girl in the Badlands
Copyright© 2025 by Juxtaposition
Chapter 5: Welcome to the Machine
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Welcome to the Machine - Samuel Allenby, accountant at Heller and Winrose, receives an e-mail from his now re-married father seeking to reconcile after years apart. He travels to the Badlands to meet the man he last saw when he was five years old. At the same time, high school senior Tanner Winslow returns to Sioux Hills after a tour of De Paul University.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/ft Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Shemale Fiction Futanari Workplace Mother Daughter Niece Aunt DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Double Penetration Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Infantilization Illustrated
“Guests, we have guests? Plural, not singular?” she remembered Pari questioning when she texted her as her niece and her new 
“Tanner Winslow” the black haired executive replied pointing her camera at the unsuspecting boy as he arranged suitcases in the rear of the vehicle.
“Cutie J”
“J”
“Winslow. Pepper at bank, Winslow?”
“Son. Out of town three days. Staying with us. Buy more food.”
“Growing boy.”
“Growing boy,” the Riddell woman agreed. “See you soon.”
Now the pair sat together in an oversized burgundy leather recliner the study of the older futamute casually masturbating as they watched the screen. Naked from the waist down, knees bent, thighs touching, snuggling next to each other. Each had a hand that slid deliberately up and down on their glistening lengths. They were in no hurry, both were churning copious amounts of love batter. This wouldn’t be their only orgasm on this day, they were sure. They’d watched Wynter shower first though she wasn’t aware at the time.
“Her body was developing quite nicely,” Amanda murmured as the two watched her run her hands through her wet hair. “I’m not sure if she’ll have Emory’s boobs but she might end up borrowing our bras at some point.”
“Always good to have a place for hand-me-downs,” Pari grinned. “But you’re right, she has wonderful curves for a 16 year old. I can understand why the Winslow boy was such an easy mark.”
“I was looking forward to our plundering her ass, feeding her our shit, like we did Jen and Jess the last two Winterfests,” the first opined as she continued her stroke. The 16 year old shut off the water and was toweling off now.
“We still can, you know,” the Nepalese woman calculated. “We just need to be careful not to do it in front of the Winslow boy.”
“Agreed. It’s important that we not give him any ideas that there is more than one submissive in the house,” the 43 conversed nuzzling the Asian but keeping her eye on the blonde girl on screen.
“She has a nice cock for a junior,” the blue eyed futamute observed. “Bigger than mine was at that age, thicker.”
“That’s more of Emory’s genes there. She’s a little more endowed than I am, but I’ve still got an inch on her in height and a fatter ass,” the executive explained with a smirk.
“I remember that being the part of you I liked the most when I read your file prior to you arriving three years ago,” Pari mused settling in a little more, “Your fat 39 inch ass.”
“I aim to please,” the Riddell woman chuckled, before exhaling heavily.
“Starting to feel it?” the domestic assistant asked.
“A little,” the other admitted as her niece donned her terrycloth robe and left the bathroom.
“Me too,” the Asian purred.
Moments later, the two saw Tanner Winslow on one of the small monitors that flanked the large one they were watching, dressed similarly to the blonde student, answer his door.
“Bath is free,” Wynter informed him. “Come on over to my room after. Aunt Amanda left me a present.”
“What is it?” the other teenager queried.
“You’ll see,” she giggled copping a quick feel of his ass as he passed her in the hall. “Go clean yourself up.”
“Good girl,” approved the green eyed New Zealander. “Bait the hook.”
Once Tanner was had turned the water on Pari had activated the small pump in the vent above the toilet and shortly thereafter a grey mist leaked out and mixed with the steam of the shower. The pair watched as his cock hardened as he gradually succumbed to the effects of Aphrodium. All too soon his hand was travelling up and down his fleshy iron.
“Time to bring him out of it, move it along,” Amanda directed.
Once more a button on the phone was pressed, then another. The pump stopped and then abruptly so did the steam as the domestic assistant shut off the hot water. Hurriedly the boy leapt out of the shower’s path in response to the sudden change in temperature. Denied his opportunity for fulfillment he toweled himself off in frustration. Once he put his bathrobe on a few minutes later he looked down and realized his problem. The 17 year old desperately clenched his eyes closed and tried to will himself soft but there was nothing for it. A quiet knock lit upon the door.
“Tanner, everything OK in there,” Wynter asked.
“Yes, yes, of course, I’ll be out in a sec,” he answered trying to use the tie of the robe to hide his arousal. He opened the door and attempted to position his body away from the blonde girl’s, but she grabbed his hand and jerked him into the hallway.
The Riddell girl was a picture of lust. She now wore a baby blue velvet one piece with lavender trim and a mauve chiffon wrap that twisted around her arms and a pair of dark blue pumps. She’d also done up her face, but not overly so like some of the girls at school did. Any hope he had of getting soft before they reached her room was dashed,
“What do you think?” she asked giggling and twirling around in front of him in her new ensemble “Come on, I’ve got something to show you!” she exclaimed. Not waiting for an answer she grabbed his hand again and dragged him after her.
Wynter saw Tanner’s predicament as soon as he was in the hall, but pretended not to notice. No, she needed him in her room first.
“So what did your Aunt get you for Christmas?” the senior queried trying to distract the other as they entered her room.
“We call it Winterfest where I come from,” she explained. “It takes the religion out of it. For us it’s just a nice time to spruce up the darkness of the season with a festival. As for the present, Aunt Mandy bought something from back home, Tanner. You can help me put it together,” the blue eyed beauty suggested “But first, we need to talk about this,” she declared reaching in and running the palm of her hand over his stiff terrycloth covered cock.
“I’m sorry Wynter, I really am,” he stammered his body betraying his mind’s screams to back away from the touch. “I don’t know what got into me.”
Once more she giggled.
“Relax Tanner, do you think you are the first boy I’ve given a hard on?” she asked rhetorically knowing the answer was yes. “Sissies really don’t count as boys now do they?” she reasoned inwardly. “I know you’d like to fuck me Tanner. I’ve known since a fell asleep on you.”
“You weren’t really asleep all that time?” the Winslow boy coloured with sudden realization.
“No, Tanner, no I wasn’t,” she admitted with a smile. “But I wouldn’t have if I didn’t want to fuck you too Sweetie.”
“Oh,” he replied somewhat confused. Events were moving way too fast for him now. “But I have a girlfriend,” he then protested.
“Yes, yes you do,” she nodded. “And what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. We’ll have fun for a couple of days and then when your mother gets back, you can go back to your old life if you want,” she assured him saying the last three words under her breath. “But if you want to fuck me, Tanner, you need to do it my way.”
He chewed his lip nervously but slowly nodded.
“Come on, let’s get started,” she enthused with a grin as she walked to the closet. “Help me with this thing. Push it into the middle of the floor. I’ll grab this,” she added picking up the accessory box sitting beside it.
Once there, the two teenagers unpacked the carton piece by piece and the Riddell girl grabbed the instructions, already somewhat familiar with what it should look like fully assembled.
“OK, so you need to wear this,” she instructed holding up a headband of some sort.
“Me?”
“Well, it is my gift and I want to see how it works right? No one else is here, so it’s got to be you,” she pointed out. “Oh, these too,” she added holding up four leather straps. “They go on your wrists and ankles.”
“Well ... I guess,” he returned somewhat reluctantly, before starting to don the five items.
At the same time the 16 year old began to unfolding the framework.
“These need to be tighter, Tanner,” she directed. “Here let me do it,” she offered making the four leather rings smaller around the boy’s limbs. “Oh, and you don’t wear the headband that high. Look, see how it is in the picture? It goes over your eyes.”
“But I won’t be able to see anything?”
“That’s OK, I’ll be here to help you around,” she soothed pulling the blindfold down more and tightening it as well. “You do want me to fuck you right? And you did say we’d do it my way correct?” She brushed her fingertips over his hard cock hidden beneath his robe once more causing him to moan slightly. “Good, good. Here let me guide you forward ... Ok left a bit, now turn around ... Good stand there, don’t move.”
Quickly the blonde student attached the rings on his ankles to the framework before grinning up at the camera sitting between a pair of teddy bears on the shelf. That she was being watched came as no surprise to her, given the amount of cameras in the community back home. She, like the rest of the inhabitants of Libereco, had long gotten used to popping up on this or that film being shown at the Pavillion Park Picturehouse where she apprenticed. Additionally, anyone off island who paid the Unicorn Productions subscription fee could access selected ones as well and anyone who appeared in one received a copy as well. Oftentimes, they served as icebreakers on social occasions. As this likely would be at some point too. Best put my best foot forward.
“If we’re going to fuck, you’re not going to need this anymore,” Wynter stated sliding his bathrobe off at the shoulders. “Don’t worry, it’s not like I don’t know what you have down there. I’ve felt it, remember?”
“I’m not sure I want to do this anymore,” he protested weakly.
“You don’t want to fuck me anymore, Tanner?” she teased, watching his freewill struggle to stay above the surface of the Aphrodium he had been dosed with while in the shower.
“Well ... yes...”
“And I you, but only if I get to call the shots, Sweetie,” she admonished. “You promised to do it my way. You know you did.”