Chapter 9

“Well, we definitely ate a lot, too, which was a good thing, given how many calories we burned through by fucking everyone in sight!” Aunt Sophia laughed as she showed off her slimy snatch from so many loads inside her.

It wasn’t just in her pussy, either. Dad had buggered her, as she wished earlier, leaving a trail of his spunk in her backdoor that slid all the way down to her ankles. I didn’t catch who reamed her cunt, but it was clearly more than one guy, not counting who came down her throat, on her face, and all over her tits. Damn, but she looked ravishing like that! She had never turned me on more than she did right then.

Nor was she alone. All of my ladies had been humped, pumped, and dumped forty ways to Sunday, which day it happened to be. All of my guys had spurted out buckets of cum inside so many lucky sluts, too. I lingered a bit more as we sat, ate, and let any remaining scenes of the clusterfuck wind down in that wonderful restaurant. We also chatted and gossiped like a sewing circle or something.

“We’re all naked now, you know. Totally stark naked. Our clothes are in shreds, or at least some of them. And we’re all very sore in every relevant part of our anatomies. And we all smell like sex and sweat, of course. Well, like food, too, but then we just ate fuck ton of that! Fattening, rich, and fried Southern down-home food! Comfort food! That even should be an Olympic sport, at least how we just did it!” Aunt Erica snickered as she pointed to the cum stains in her hair and other places on her body.

“Let’s take a group pic, guys! I want to capture this moment on camera, don’t you? All of us at our rawest, most hedonistic levels of pure ecstasy! Sheer orgasmic delight! What do you say? I want to hang this up here at some point here at Damien’s as proof that this moment happened here!” Damien proposed as I herded everyone together for the pose, whether nominally ours yet or not.

“Wow ... just wow! You guys promise to claim Pierre, too? I really, really want this to bring him and me closer, not drive us apart. Though if I had to choose, I will always choose you. You’re Master now and I’m your thrall. Your proud and happy thrall, I might add. I just want my husband to know the same bliss, you know!” Josie reminded me of my plans to go to her place next and mark her hubby as Kara’s stud.

“Naturally, babe! Now, let’s smile for the camera and say ‘cheese’!” I instructed her to comply with Damien as the cameraman.

I was seriously glad that he used a tripod and included himself in the photograph, of course. He deserved to be immortalized as one of our conquests, after all. Well, it was clear that we would always be welcome at Damien’s, wasn’t it? He’d soon live with us, in fact, as would Josie, Pierre, and so many others.

We smiled for the picture and yet two more before we walked up to Halima and her husband, the imam. We cut ourselves again and smeared our blood across their foreheads, as we planned ever since we saw her without the hijab, of course. Seeing the red blood drops on their foreheads as their eyes glazed over was truly exhilarating for me and many others, knowing that they were our bitches for sure now. It was irrevocable now. They belonged to us. Their days in the service of their old worldview were over now ... permanently.

While still bleeding, we approached the Albanian couple and did the same to them, exulting in the way that the pair reacted to me once they were properly owned. The wife especially licked her lips as she ogled me, obviously hungry for something that wasn’t strictly speaking food at all. Well, she had been intimate with Dad and several others, just as her husband had been with many other lovers, of course.

Kara then claimed the stranger that fucked Trina first, along with the guy who had pointed out that Ashley was jailbait, naturally. We were far from finished, though. We went around the dining room and smeared our blood on as many foreheads as we could. Plenty of folks could have resisted or tried to thwart us, but all of them simply stood there, almost in shock as we did this to each of them in turn. We took full advantage of their frozen state and made them ours, both sexes, grateful that everyone present was at least fourteen that afternoon.

We also made a point of claiming the staff, of course, from the servers to the kitchen crew, not seeing any reason to exclude them from the glorious new age of the hedonistic utopia that I set out to found. Once it was established, they would be among the founders of the new social order and they would be rewarded in spades for their loyalty to my global hegemony. If they had any brats, well, we’d have to work out a babysitting program with an odd person out for something for that.

For now, at least, we had achieved our most ambitious single act since I made my wish over a month ago. We had just converted an entire restaurant full of staff and patrons into our thralls and they would just have to tag along for the day. Damien’s would be closed for the day, if for no other reason than running out of fresh food. It would be a great holiday or vacation or whatever for everyone involved.

“Alright, folks, time to collect your clothes or what remains of them and get inside the vans to drive over to my old teacher’s house. We have a husband to convert as well. He will soon be so deep in pussy and ass that he’ll never even want to turn back, even if he could. This next orgy will make the next one appear to be nothing, of course. Steve, it’s your turn to drive. Did you enjoy what you did, by the way, with those ladies?” I teased my sister’s beau, who had been very quiet earlier.

“Are you kidding, Master? They used me like their bitch, drained my balls so dry that I should be the fucking Sahara, and fingered me so much that their hands probably smell permanently of my butt! I fucking loved it, bro! I have no idea if I impregnated any of them, but I sure hope so!” Steve grinned at that very recent memory.

“See, I treat my thralls very well, don’t I?” Kara reminded her beloved thrall.

“Absolutely, Mistress!” Steve beamed at my sister as she kissed the back of his neck for a moment.

We were still nude as we drove around in the vans, so if anyone saw us, they would have freaked out, at least in the old days. Maybe not so much now, thank the Gods! I had an image in my head of some sexy state trooper or parish deputy stopping us and becoming another bitch of mine, of course. She would never forget that shift, would she? If they were male, they’d be Kara’s instead, and she would have all kinds of fun with him.

We had no such luck yet, but as we reached the Chamois house, we noticed several neighbors staring at us wide-eyed now. Things had broken or cut loose a lot lately, but to see a whole caravan of apparent nudists approach one’s neighbor’s house must have been truly jarring or stunning to them. That was particularly true when they saw just how freshly fucked all of us looked, for that matter.

“You ... you can’t ... you ... can’t ... you can’t,” one of them stammered out of habitual thought, unable to finish a sentence that went against the new reality.

“We can’t do what now, friend?” I approached the woman and her equally astonished hubby.

He wore a polo shirt and khakis, which was fitting given the warm weather and his own rather affluent status. She wore a sleeveless blouse, capris, and sandals, but she looked damn fine in them. I grinned as some mischief occurred to me. I handed a hatpin to Chloe and Zoe each, feeling bad that they hadn’t gained any new thralls all day yet. They deserved at least a couple of additions now and then, right?

The twins licked their lips as they pricked themselves, drew blood, and walked over to the shocked couple to smear it on their foreheads. Chloe got the wife this time and Zoe claimed the hubby. They also ran to kiss me very hard on the mouth as the couple’s eyes glazed over and the red blood drops appeared on their foreheads. Then the twins unwrapped their presents before their new thralls realized what had happened to them.

“Who ... what ... Mistress?” the man spoke at last as Zoe started fellating him in public.

“Wait ... she’s your MIstress and this one is mine?” the missus barely (pun intended) had a chance to speak before Chloe spread her legs and started eating her slit.

“Alright, girls, let’s take your new pets inside, will you? Kara has a new thrall to claim!” I reminded the twins as we headed inside the mansion.

“We call this place Chateau Chamois, for obvious reasons, Master!” Josie told me with her hands on my back.

“Castle Goat?” I teased her as she turned the house key that she wore on a necklace to let us all inside, “what’s with the key on your necklace, by the way?”

“Yes, ‘Castle Goat,’ as you put it, Master! And the key on my necklace is because I tend to lose things far too easily if they’re not right in front of me at times. I didn’t want to risk losing the key. Well, one thing that I will never lose is my Master, oui? My Master owns me and I will forever be his thrall!” Josie spoke as we entered the place.

Almost instantly, we heard footsteps moving as swiftly down the staircase as possible. It was Pierre, he was naked, and he wasn’t alone. He had a poolboy with him, probably fifteen or sixteen years old. The poolboy was nude as well, and there was no doubt of what the guys had been doing upstairs. It was all very Jerry Falwell, Jr., except that this guy was a lot more handsome than that uptight hypocrite.

Pierre had a very well-groomed mustache on his face and a scar just under his chin. His piercing blue eyes and sandy hair reminded me a bit of Edward Fox, if Mr. Fox had been either Cajun or Creole. I still wasn’t entirely sure which heritage Mr. Chamois claimed, but I knew that he had a very aristocratic ethos to him. His neighbor might wear a polo shirt, but this man was a jockey in his own right, at least in an amateur fashion. He looked at home on a tennis court, too, of course.

“Hello, husband! I can see that I wasn’t the only one who got some strange, my dear! Couldn’t resist Manuel any longer, could you? Well, I definitely hoped to lure him into our marriage bed, so thank you for kickstarting things. How was his ass? His throat, for that matter?” Josie teased her hubby, even as he noticed her own nudity and the red blood drop mark.

“Genuinely exquisite, I swear! His butt tasted so salty, yet sweet, and damn if it wasn’t tighter than a nun bending over for a burglar! I left two loads inside him, of course. One in his mouth, as you gathered, and one in his derriere! I left his dick for you, though, mon cherie! He’s still a virgin, believe it or not! In that sense, anyway!” Pierre told his wife with a very deep soul kiss, not even interrogating her yet.

“No twenty questions today? Just hot and heavy necking and petting? That’s my man! You know that I’ll explain when I’m good and ready. Well, meet my new Master, my former student, Darius Rockford! He claimed me, just as his sister is about to claim you!” Josie only gave her hubby that little warning, because she wanted this to happen so badly.

“Claim me ... what?” Pierre started to ask his wife, just before Kara smeared some blood on his forehead.

Pierre’s eyes glazed over and the same red blood drop appeared on his forehead, making Manuel panic. He was about to flee, but the ladies held him in place long enough for Kara to mark him as well. First his eyes glazed over, of course, and then the red blood drop appeared upon his brow. The Manuel licked his lips as he realized that he was now my sister’s thrall, just as Pierre did. Kara grabbed both guys by the genitals and led them back up the staircase to the boudoir.

For my part, I lifted Josie rather effortlessly into my arms and carried her up the stairwell, our acolytes and thralls all following at a slight distance. I acted on instinct by this point, unable or willing to resist my impulses right at that moment. When I planted her on the bedspread, right next to where Kara straddled her husband, Josie planted herself on all fours for now. She knew what I wanted and vice versa. I was going to breed her and this position went deepest, perfect for that goal.

“Manuel, I want you to fuck my ass while I ride your boss here! It’s high time that this bed hosts the ultimate in adultery, my dear lad! Oh, God, that’s good ... feel how slick my backdoor is? I don’t need any further lube, thanks to all of those delicious loads of cum inside my bottom! Now I want you to give me another one, as soon as you’ve fucked me properly back there, of course!” Kara insisted while holding my hand for a second as we enjoyed this lusty couple, the Chamoises.

Their name meant “goat,” and they more than earned it with their libidoes, even those who married into the line. Josie thrust back harder with every single stroke as I toyed with her sweet ass and she craved more of me inside her to christen the marriage bed for our love affair. She fucked me back with total abandon, already having had me earlier and eager to have her husband witness it this time around per their fantasies and pillow talk.

Granted, Pierre was a little busy being ridden by another woman, Mistress Kara Lefevre, who in turn had a youth shoving his cock balls deep inside her tush. Kara began kissing Pierre, the man of the house, so lovingly that one would have thought that they were in the first blush of a new romance or something like that. The rougher the ride she had with her new playthings, the more affectionate my sister was with her happily married thrall.

At last, though, Manuel in particular couldn’t hold out and erupted inside her booty, filling Kara up with his spunk as he slid out of her. It had just been far too tough to resist the impact of such a hot, sloppy cornhole rubbing his dick all the right ways. Unable to deny himself such flavors, Manuel began shoving his tongue inside Kara’s butt, making her gasp as she felt such a lusty attack on such a fine part of her anatomy. He greedily rimmed her and cleaned her anus out with his tongue, finding it truly creamy and delicious.

“Oh, boy, I didn’t even command you to do that, but since you did ... you are in for a very, very sweet reward! Other than getting that yummy treat from my ass itself, of course! Yes, don’t you dare stop! You’re going to get your fill of your own jizz and other men’s from my derriere, trust me on that! Yes ... keep going ... push that tongue all the way in me and lick my cornhole from the inside out! Nothing against gay folks, but I’m glad that you’re bi instead. That much is clear about you ... isn’t it?

“Just like dear, sweet Pierre here! He’s such the gallant chevalier in some ways, but he’s also clearly the dirty old man as he should be, that randy old goat! Pierre, that’s right, let me gratify you with my tits and my tight snatch while my brother plows and breeds your wife as he should! Feel all of that cum in my pussy, Pierre? I want yours to join it, your spunk to help fill me up as I should be! I love that you’re fond of lads and ladies alike, my dear man!” Kara told Pierre a bunch of sweet nothings or whatever as she mounted him for her own pleasure.

“Hear that? My sister is milking your husband while his trollop is busy eating her sweet ass! I am humping you good and rough from behind, aren’t I, just as you crave! You want me to breed you right here on this bed, the marriage bed, the bed that symbolizes your nuptials and your union with Pierre, don’t you? You want me to seed you and to spawn a bastard on you, conceived in adultery in your own boudoir, a cuckoo in the nest! Tell the truth and shame the Devil,” I resorted to an old idiom.

“Oui ... oui ... oui! I have wanted you to impregnate me for the longest time! I deeply desire this, to conceive Master’s child out of wedlock, fruit of my passion with my Master, my former pupil! I want it to grow and give me a swollen belly, a baby bump as proof of the potency of your loins! Take me ... breed me! Make me your slut forever! Make me your fuckmeat, your plaything for eternity! Do it, please, if you haven’t yet! Make me carry your bastard, my Master, my love!” Josie screamed as she clenched my dick with the tightest vise-like grip possible.

I lost it, of course, grateful for the lack of any male refractory period these days. I had a lot more to do there, after all. As soon as I came inside Josie, my eyes taking in the sheer beauty of her entire back and bottom, I heard her scream her climax in response. I went behind her and spread her cheeks to swipe my tongue across her crack, something that gave her the chills and caused goosebumps to form on her skin. Then I moved to her mouth and slipped her a passionate French kiss with the flavors of her own ass on my lips and tongue.