Elana Hunted
Copyright© 2026 by Francis Penny
Chapter 2
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Elana's former victims, two pair of futanari sisters, reunite to find Elana and reclaim their lives.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Hermaphrodite Fiction Futanari Incest Sister Sadistic Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Pregnancy Spitting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Public Sex Size Small Breasts
Lucy and Desiree were driving down the interstate in arusty old Chevy Impala. The sexual tension between them had their bodies humming like a pair of tuning forks. The morning sun still cast an orange glow, but their insatiable lust had already ignited. They fucked before they left home, hoping it would hold them for a while, but they were lying to themselves.
Lucy’s pale skin looked almost luminescent in the light. Insisting that she get to drive first, she was gripping the steering wheel with her delicate hands. Her long black hair cascaded down her white skin-tight crop top. The seat was shoved as far forward as it would go so Lucy could reach the pedals. Desiree hated it when Lucy drove. She said Lucy couldn’t see over the steering wheel. Lucy’s dark brown eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but her mind was elsewhere, already lost in delicious debauchery.
Desiree had on a loose black Aerosmith t-shirt and some cut off shorts. She had the window open in spite of the heat. She was a skinny minx, her body a picture of lean muscle and sexy curves. She was stretched out in the passenger seat, her long legs splayed open. Her hand was unconsciously resting on her stomach, instinctually protecting the life growing inside her; the incestuous product of a forced coupling with her sister.
The first hour passed in a monotony of asphalt and signposts. Lucy’s knuckles were white on the wheel as she fought to keep her eyes on the road and not on Desiree’s long, tanned legs. Desiree, for her part, was making no effort to hide her arousal. Her hand had migrated from her stomach to her nipples, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the fabric, causing two tint mountains to poke up.
Lucy reached over and patted Desiree’s tummy. Lucy wasn’t thinking about the baby. It was an excuse to touch her sister. Desiree smiled and looked over at her. Not only could she see Lucy’s nipples jutting out, the fabric was so thin that the dark circles of areolas could be made out plainly. Lucy’s hand was sneakin gbelow the waist of Desiree’s shorts. Desiree slappe her hand.
“We have to hold out or we will never make it there.”
“Yeah, right.” Lucy agreed. She moved her hand back onto Desi’s tummy. With each bomp in the road, Lucy’s hand sneaked higher under the t-shirt until, bump, Lucy had a handful of tit. Desiree pulled Lucy’s hand off put it on the steering wheel. Then Desiree pulled the t-shirt up to her neck so Lucy could see the B-cup sized goodies. “Keep your hands on the wheel!”
Lucy kept glancing to her right to watch Desiree’s fingers coax her nipples to harden. Her mind was a whirlwind of dirty images, each one more depraved than the last. She imagined pulling over to the side of the road, pushing Desiree’s legs wide open, and burying her face in her sister’s pussy. She could almost taste Desiree’s sweet nectar, feel her sister’s trimmed public hair sliding all over her face.
“Fuck, Lucy, keep your eyes on the road!” Desiree snapped, noticing Lucy wandering out of the lane. But her warning only served to fuel Lucy’s imagination further.
Lucy pictured herself unzipping her pants, pulling out her throbbing cock, and shoving it into Desiree’s mouth. She’d hold her sister’s head in place, fucking her face until she gagged, then bust her nut all over that sweet beautiful face. Of course, Lucy would have to lick it clean. The thought made Lucy’s cock twitch in her jeans. “My poor fucking panties are goign to be soaked in no time.” she thought.
Desiree noticed Lucy’s bulge. She wanted to scold Lucy again, but that massive bulge looked so delicious. “What are you thinking about, little sister?”.
Lucy grinned, her eyes flicking back to the road for a moment before returning to Desiree. “I’m thinking about how much I want to fuck you, and how I want to make you scream so loud the whole fucking state hears it.”
“Turn on the radio. We are either going to die in a car wreck or it will take us two weeks to get to The Ark Of Eden.
Lucy grumbled. She focused her eyes back on the road, but her mind wasn’t drivingthe car. Lucy decided to fight fire with fire. “It’s too hat with that window down.”
“You want me to put it up?”
“No.” Lucy rolled down her window, quickly squirmed out of her crop top and threw it behind her. She meant to throw it in the back seat, but it went out the window.
“Lucy!”, Desiree looked back in time to see the shirt fly underneath a car behind them and vanish. “What the fuck are you doing!?”
Lucy didn’t want to admit it was an accident. “I was hot.”
“You’re driving topless! We could get pulled over and you couldn’t even cover up.”
“My tits are small. Maybe they’ll think I’m a boy.” Both sisters started giggling. Lucy was flat, but she was very feminine. No way would she be mistaken for a boy.
Desiree pulled her top all the way off and threw it in the back seat. She leaned the seat back and placed her hands behind her head. Lucy reached back, brabbed the shirt, and threw it out the window. “Damn it, Lucy! That was one of my favorite shirts!”
“I’ll get you a new one.”
Desiree lay back. Lucy kept glancing at those awesome fucking tits. Desirees underarms hadn’t been shaved in two or three days. Lucy always shaved or waxed hers. She hating having hair in her underarms, but hair on other people was really sexy and viile to her. With the windows both futas were starting to sweat. The smell was driving Lucy’s libido through the roof. She wanted her tongue all over that goddamn gorgeous body.
Lucy couldn’t tell if Desiree was asleep. In spite of this, Lucy reached over and undid the button on Desi’s shorts. Next she started to pull the zipper down. That gor her hand slapped by her sister, but the zipper stayed where Lucy left it. Lucy wet her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them. After a few mintes, she slid her hand ove rto Desi, through the short black pubes, and over the balls. Lucy’s hand got slapped again, but she didn’t retract it this time. She massaged the tender testicles and began dipping her fingers into her siblings sex.
Desi delivered 3 hard slaps to Lucy’s arm. Lucy pulled her arm back and dsucked her fingers. The taste of balls mixed with pussy juice had Lucy slobbering all over her fingers. Lucy looked over. Desi’s cock was at full salute, bobbing up and down. Lucy went back to the honey pot twice more, and got slapped each time. Lucy’s mouth was a total fucking mess of saliva. It trailed in collapsing strings from her face to her right hand. Desi never said a word. The next time Lucy shoved her finges as far as she could get them in Desiree’s sloppy twat and finger fucked her as hard as she could.
“Jesus fuck, that feels good, Lucy! ... Oh God! ... OH FUCK!!!!!”
Lucy had slowed down to 45 mph because she wasn’t paying enough attention to the road. Cars honked as they passed them. Desiree’s firey vag made a slork, slork sort of sond as Lucy gave it everything she had.
“Oh DAMN!” Desiree exclaimed. I can’t cum in here or we will go mad and start fucking on the side of the interstate. Desiree aimed her cock out the window and started firing thick streams of ball juice onto the side of the road.
Lucy’s sex craziness turned to laughter. She was laughing so hard she couldn’t drive. She was down to 30 mph now. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “You looked ... ha ha ha you looked like ... ha ha a fucking machine irrigating the grass or something!”
Desiree didn’t think it was that funny, but couldn’t help but smile. “Drive the Dame Car!”
Lucy’s right hand was slimy and sticky. She didn’t want to get it all over the steering whell. She looked around for something to wipe her hand clean. Finally she reached over and smeared it all over Desiree’s left breast.
“You just slimed my titty!” Desiree scooped up what she could and rubbed it on Lucy’s right tit.
“look what you did, you naughty sister. Now lick it clean.” Lucy raised her right arm and put it behind her head, so Desiree could access it with her mouth.
“You lick it clean! And by the way, your pits stick.”
“You know I can’t reach my tit with my mouth. And I think my pits smell good.”
“That’s cause you’re a tiny, dirty whore.”
“Hell yeah I am!” Lucy cheered, grining from ear to ear. “Tiny, dirty, whore! Tiny dirty, whore! Tiny dirty, whore!” she chanted, like she was rooting for the home team.
They drove for a few minutes. Suddenly, Desi reached over, lefted Lucy’s right arm and sucked her tit. Then she ran her tongue once up Lucy’s right armpit.
“Hey, that tickled!” complained Lucy. “You’re gonna make us have a wreck!”
At the next rest stop, they pulled ovr and Lucy sucked Desi off in a restroom stall. Desi pulled Lucy’s mouth off the cock at the last instant to save Lucy from swallowing more addictive cum. Instead it rained cum all over the restroom. The women in the other stalls yelled loudly and the sisters made a hasty getaway.
Back in the car, Desi took the driver’s seat and jerked off a super horny Lucy while they drove down the road. The plan was for Lucy to shoot out the window, but Lucy jerked violently, and took two shots between the eyes. The rest went all over the car. About two drops made it out the window when Lucy wiped the last bit on the edge of the glass. Lucy, who all this time had managed not to put on another shirt, rubbed the globular jizz all over her chest and face, and licked her palms clean. Desiree almost drove off a bridge while watching her do it. Lucy just looked at her with a sultry smile.
At the Arkansas border they checked into the first motel they came across, then they came across the hotel. The cum was dried, but Desiree didn’t care. She licked every bit of Lucy’s body; even places where no cum could have gotten. She lied to herself that the cum wouldn’t be as addictive since it had dried on Lucy’s skin. Lucy enjoyed it immensely. Having her sister so enthralled by her body was intoxicating. These thoughts would have been outrageous three months ago, but now it was bliss.
Lucy was sticky with saliva now. She suggested that they get a shower, but first Lucy licked her sister’s armpits, savoring the feeling of it, even when the bitter, salty taste caused Lucy to scrunch her face in disgust.
“Why do you lick them if you don’t like the taste?” asked Desiree, exasporated as she climbed into the shower tub.
Lucy climbed in behind her. “The taste makes me feel so good, even if the taste is bad.” Desiree stared at her. “I can’t help it.” Lucy said. “It may not make sense, but it makes me feel so intimate with you.”
“I’m Staring Because You Are In The Shower With Me!” Desiree said in a raised voice. “Can you go two econds without touching me?”
“Sorry.” said Lucy, sheepishly and somewhat hurt, as she stepped onto the floor rug.
“Don’t make me feel guilty. There’s human inside me and you’re still the person physically closest to me.”
It had taken them 9 hours to get to Arkansas. They should have made it there in 4. Lucy decided to “make it up to her sister” by waking Desiree at five in the morning and forcing her into the car. With Desi asleep and snoring loudly, they made it to the commune at nine thirty in the morning. As they pulled up to the commune, Lucy and Desiree were apprehensive. The commune was nestled in a lush, green valley, surrounded by towering pines filtering the sunlight. The houses were a colorful mishmash of styles, from tiny A-frame cabins to small wooden homes, all connected by winding dirt paths that meandered like veins through the community.
The air was thick with the scent of earth and herbs, and the sound of laughter in the distance. A variety of odd looking people wandered about performing various tasks. Some of them wore nothing more than a sports bra and tiny mismatched shorts. Ohers were draped in flowing, tie-dyed garments. Down the incline, women played with toddlers in a small fountain. Squeals of joy were heard intermitently.
As they drove slowly through the commune, Lucy and Desiree drew stares and waves from the residents. A tall, willowy woman with dreadlocks down to her waist approached their car, a wide smile on her face. “Welcome, sisters!” she called out, leaning down to peer into the car. “I’m Seraphina. You must be Lucy and Desiree. We’ve been expecting you.”
Lucy rolled down the window, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Uh, hi,” she said, waving awkwardly. “Yeah, that’s us. We’re here to, uh, meet the ... the others.” Seraphina gestured towards a larger building surrounded closely by trees. Other vehicles were parked haphazardly in front of it. Lucy and Desiree climbed up the few steps to the small porch and opened the old creaky screen door.
Valerie stood waiting for them. Her expression was one of boredom. She didn’t have any makeup on. A faded mauve blouse and sylish jeans wer her attire, along with some flipflops. “Come on.” she said with a flick of her wrist.
She lead them to a back room where Linda was sitting alone. Linda wore her characteristic billowy blouse and pants. She watched with a frown as they entered. Valerie sat next to her sister. The visitors at across the room.
“What do you want?” Linda asked curtly.
Lucy stared at Valerie. Something fired in her brain’s synapses. She was suddenly taken with Valerie’s every movement. Each physical detail of her body now seemed wonderous. Wrinkles and sun marks on the skin appeared as if they had been created by an artist. The hair on Lucy’s arms stood up.
Desiree spoke up. “We assume that you have the same problem we are with sexual appetite.”
Linda folded her arms and looked away. Valerie answered. “We had a session just before you arrived.”
“So you haven’t found a way to break the addiction?”
“No. Linda came to stay with me after we escaped. We were fucking so much, I ended up losing my job.”
“The same happened with me.” said Lucy.
Valerie ignored her and continued. “After a month, I couldn’t afford my apartment anymore. Neither of us had any money. Linda’s commune agreed to take us in. You can’t imagine what’s it’s like to drive from New York to Arkansas while fucking every half hour. It took us a week and a half. We gor into 5 fender benders. The car is a mess. No one wants to drive it now. It’s full of cum baked by the sun.
“Wow. You’re right. I can’t imagine. It was hard enough for us to get from New Orleans and we’ve had three months to learn to control ourselves a bit.” Lucy empathized.
“I have hardly any clothes. The ones I do have are stained. There’s no point in applying makeup when my face is always covered in sweat or spunk. I’ve given up on my hair. The closest thing they have to high fashion within any distance is the dollar store. I don’t have money to buy clothes, even if there were any. I’ll grow out of the clothes I do have anyway, thanks to this baby. I guess I will wear one of the tarps they refer to as clothing here.”
“So you’re both pregnant?” Desiree asked.
“Of course we are! I probably still have semen inside me.”
“I’m not.” Lucy chimed in.
“You didn’t get pregnant? After all that? Oh my God.”
“I’m sorry you each have to carry you’re sister’s baby.”
“I don’t know whose baby it is. Linda probably fathered her own child. Mine could be hers or yours.”
Lucy’s heart leaped. “It might be mine!?”
“Yes. I think you came in me first. Just like Desiree’s baby might be mine.”
Lucy experienced every possible emotion warring inside her. Her baby being inside her sister was abhorrent at first, but now Lucy was excited about becoming a father. The chance that Valerie might have her baby had sent a surge of joy through Lucy. But now she was afraid Desi’s baby might not be hers. Lucy might have two children on the way, or none. “Can we talk, just the two of us?” Lucy asked Valerie.
“Why?”
“Just, please. We can walk around and you can show me the place.”
Valerie sighed and got up.
Desiree looked at Lucy. “Don’t you want me to come?” she asked gesturing at Linda who still sat scowling silently.
Lucy faced Desiree and raised her eyebrows twice as she looked in Valerie’s direction.
Desiree wrinkled her face and mouthed “really?”
Lucy followed Valerie outside. The wind whipped Valerie’s blouse around. Lucy caught sight of her midriff with the tiniest visible bump. Or was that Lucy’s imagination? Lucy sped up her steps and caught up to Valerie. “Since you’re pregnant, and it could be mine, why don’t you come back with us to New Orleans? There’s certainly a lot more civilization there. You wouldn’t have to live on the frontier anymore.”
“You think I want to live with people who raped me and whom I raped?” asked Valerie. “No, thanks. I’ll stay in hippie land.” Valerie leaned against a decorative wooden fence surrounding a garden.
“But, when the baby is born, I might be one of its parents. I’ll want to be a part of its life. Plus, there would be more people to help raise it.” Lucy bent backward over the fence. She tried to make it look nonchalant while also shoving her tits forward.
“Oh, you want someone else to fuck.”
“No, it’s not that, although you wouldn’t have to fuck your own sister anymore to meet your needs. I would just like to get to know you and help undo some of that damage that Elana has done to us all.”
Valerie looked at Lucy, who was leaning back with eyes wide and wearing a smile like she was a model posing for a photo shoot. “What? You’re actually interested in me. I’m probably old enough to be your mother. In fact, I bet my daughter is about three years younger than you. You’re just horny. Go fuck your sister.”
“I’m not just horny. I think, when I saw you I somehow knew your baby was mine. We could at least try to find out if we could be in a relationship for our kid’s sake.”
“How could you know the baby was yours? This is ridiculous.”
“I don’t know. I could sense it somehow. I feel like we could be together. Your beautiful, and you hate the outdoors, like me. I always thought I would marry a man, but when I hink of being with you, I feel happy. We shouldn’t let what Elana did to us rule our lives.”
“Look, that’s sweet and all, and I am flattered that a futa in her early twenties is attracted to a forty, a person around forty, but I am not interested in a relationship with someone that young, especially in these circumstances.” Lucy frowned. “You’ll find someone else.”
“How are we going to find anyone? We’re incestuous sex addicts who fathered their own niece or nephew and have penises larger than you can buy in a store. Besides, I really like you. We could make each other happy and end the misery we’re in.” The wind was causing Valerie’s hair to flow behind her like something out of a painting, or so Lucy thought. The blouse moved around with each gust, giving tantalizing glimpses of soft flesh beneath.
“Sorry, not gonna happen, kid.”
Lucy noticed Valerie had glanced at her ass. “Aren’t you attracted to me? You could have this tight little butt any time you wanted.” Lucy grabbed a lower part of the fence and stuck her butt out. Valerie watched.
“Don’t try to tempt me with sexuality.” Valerie said, turning away. “That’s what got us into this mess.”
Lucy was feeling her desire rise, and she knew Valeri was too. Lucy knew how to push Valerie’s buttons thanks to Elana’s contest. “But we need to have a sexual outlet. Otherwise we might molest some stranger on the street. Anytime you are feeling over sexed, you can call me. I’ll rush to wherever you are, and you can cover me with sticky loads of hot cum until it’s dripping down my body.”
Valerie froze. She could feel electricity in her chest. He sleeping snake stirred and began climbing toward her jeans waist. “Don’t be so crude.” was all she managd to say. Someone could be heard chopping wood somewhere on the property.
“I’m just telling you about how good it could be.” Lucy moved to stand should to shoulder with Valerie at the fence. Valerie’s smell was practically grabbed Lucy and pulled her closer. Was that something Valerie was wearing, or did she naturally smell like that, Lucy wondered. “We could be there for each other, and share everything together. We could be a family.”
“A family of perverts...” Valerie rebutted.
“We’re not perverts. We were manipulated by a sadistic villan. We just want to lead as normal a lie as possible. You can get a job and continue your career again. During your breaks, I’ll be there with my hard cock for you to lick. I’ll slip into your wet snatch and you can watch yourself stretch around me as I pound you out.”
Valerie’s eyes were partially closed. Her lips were parted slightly as if she was imagining tasting Lucy’s delicious prick. “I know what you’re doing. You used your dirty talk during the contest. I’ m not going...” Valerie turned toward Lucy. Lucy’s shirt was gone. The two pink little nipples were inviting Valerie’s tongue.
Lucy could tell Valerie’s dick had emerged from her jeans. Lucy caught sight of it whenever the wind blew Valerie’s blouse high enough. “Of course, you would need to relieve me too. Whenever my load builds up I can really hose Des down. You’ll probably want to remove your clothes during your break, so they don’t get covered with thick wads of sperm. I’ll try not to get any in your nice hair. I’ll blast it on your tits. Once they are fucking coated, I’ll push them together and rub all that cum in while I fuck them.”
Valerie was panting now. She fell to her knees in the grass. Her expression conveyed serious determination. There was no smile on her face as she commanded “Give me that fucking cock.”
Lucy was taken aback. She had wanted to entice Valerie into sex, but this was frightening her. She stepped forward.