Chapter 39: Sisters ... And Others (Part 7)

Amira’s thick nine inch cock was screaming for relief as she stood on the platform that normally served as the shop’s display window. Between the two of them Veronika and Keegan had brought her lust to a near frothing boil before they abruptly stopped when Adélie had spoken to a tall redhead and then beckoned them from the store room. Now as she stood erect and throbbing in front of a room full of futamutes, all seated in three rows of chairs that had not been there before. Her stiff pipe which had been so brutally denied it’s release bobbed in front of her beneath her dress as she swayed slightly, each of her hands held tightly by the two who had been teasing her incessantly. All of the items that normally lined the area, the dildo racks, as well as the two mannequins adorned with a variety of sexual electronics had been removed and in their place was some kind of modular long table structure. A general mood of merriment bubbled up from among the audience as they awaited what was to happen next.

Next to her the futamute who had spoken with the French Canadian she now lived with and a pair of younger girls she had never seen before were just finishing up with the assembly of the new item. The first was nearly as tall as the Jiříček woman and had the same long lithe figure as the first, though she was considerably younger, possibly even younger than she was. The two students were a contrast to each other. The first, ostensibly the more experienced of the pair at least from her behavior, was a little shorter than she was Her honey blonde hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, which in turn helped feature the grey eyes that peered out from behind her glasses. There were hints of an Asian heritage in her face which only added to her charm. The second on the other hand was taller, darker, and nearly as curved despite her relative youth. A flicker of amusement flashed across her green eyes as she helped fit a runner in place.

Adélie mounted the stage and smiled noticing her gentle thrusting. “Amira, I’d like to introduce my niece Rosalie Langevin,” she began with a hint of her heritage still evident in her words. “She works next door at EngInno Designs. They make a lot of what we stock here, nearly all of it in fact. These are two of their apprentices Gladys E Four,” she waved indicating the Asian blonde. “And this is Felicia Landry,” nodding to the younger, latte skinned student who had her black curly hair pushed back with a plastic hairband.

“And this contraption here,” the tall redhead revealed, “is the latest model in our Framework line. We call her Sedusa. Would you like to see how it works?” she then asked holding out her hand. “Come, let me show you.”

Amira, chewed her bottom lip and glanced around at the others in the audience. She didn’t recognize most of them but saw two of the woman they now lived with, Ramona Garner and Thyra Larsen, sitting in the second row. Both had heard the exchange and were motioning enthusiastically that she should take the engineer up on her offer. Hesitantly she gripped the other and allowed herself to be lead to the far end of the platform.

“So, you’ll need to put your left hand here and your right one there,” the younger Langevin instructed placing each in their proper place and restrained them... “Ok now line your legs up with the runners there. Good,” she praised binding them in as well before turning to the oldest French Canadian. “Aunt Adie, push the top button.”

The 44 year old nodded and seconds later the mounts moved forward. They slowly dragged the Algerian up onto the platform on all fours until she was positioned in the middle within the sparse skeleton of metal bars and hoses. She then turned to the audience of rapt women all waiting eagerly to see what happened next.

“Good afternoon ladies. As most of you know my name is Adélie Langevin and I am the proprietor here at Volts Electronics,” the short haired brunette began. “Today marks the debut of the latest in Enginno Designs’ Framework Line, the Sedusa. The firm has sent over a representative, my niece Rosalie, to show everyone here the various features of the new model. And helping her demonstrate that will be our newest staffer at Volts, recently arrived from Algeria, the lovely Amira Aziz. Our staff, Veronika Jiříček, Keegan Marlow, my daughter Aurelie, and Paisley Corbett will be on hand should you have any additional needs during this time,” she informed the spectators, indicating the positions of each who had taken their places on either side of the seated women. A reminder that after the demonstration you will, should you wish, be able to come up here on stage and explore all of the platforms features yourself. But for now, enjoy,” she finished indicating the restrained futamute with her arm which in turn prompted applause from the audience. “Shall we get started?” she then asked her niece.

“Absolutely,” she nodded pleasantly. “As mentioned my name is Rosalie Langevin and I am an electrical engineer at EngInno and one of the designers of the Sedusa. Assisting me with our presentation today will be one of our senior apprentices, the beautiful Gladys E Four, a surrogate bred from Ji-Woo Choi and Agnes Markwell and lovely Felicia Landry who combines the genetics of her Egg Mother Cynthia Landry with the Seed of Lilith Montrose. So the first thing we need to do is to remove the clothing of our test subject. Girls?”

Amira watched the two students on stage produce a pair of tailoring shears and began cutting her contour mini from her body, before removing her under garments in the same way. A look of momentary regret flashed across the 32 year old’s face when the purple velvet was sliced from her curves but the demands of her new cock soon pushed that from her mind. She breathed heavily through her mouth as her arousal trickled upwards. Rosalie smiled and pressed her thumb and forefinger against each side of her jaw smoothly withdrawing her dental plates with a practiced motion, before producing a mauve latex band and a matching choker.

“You like purple it seems,” the tall woman surmised as she fitted it on her so that the hole in the front lined up with her mouth and nostrils before attaching the second around her neck. “These are are produced by Hidebound Leatherworks down in the Closet District, but we are including one in each order. A big shout out to Adeyln Kersey, the face who runs the place, in the second row” she announced to the onlookers extending an upraised palm towards the other shopkeeper and her 14 year old daughter Jasmine.

“They come in five space aged colours,” the green eyed blonde snickered when acknowledged which brought a wave of titters from the rest. “Collect the whole set.”

During the exchange of the two 44 year olds, Felicity was applying a nipple cup to each of the restrained woman’s areola and then thin line to each one that emptied into a reservoir on the side of the unit. At the same time Gladys applied a coating of lubricant to the North African’s stiff member before sliding a milking cylinder over it’s length and securing a pair of crescents lined with hair thin plastic fibers to her testicles.

“She’s as big as I am down there,” Deborah Whatley murmured to her daughter sitting beside her as she bounced her eyes between the brochure she held in one hand and the events taking place on stage.

“Not as big as me though,” Loretta grinned as she guided the copper blonde head of Fiona C One up and down on her 10 inch pipe.

“Or me,” added Courtney Dauber sitting on the other side of her fellow wrestler. “Thanks for inviting me Miss Whatley.”

“Loretta did quite well on her midterms,” the banker rationalized. “She deserved a treat.”

“Bringing Fiona was nice too Mom,” the strawberry blonde acknowledged momentarily holding her half-sister’s brown eyed gaze in her own blue one before returning her attention to the stage.

“Well, there is a thing going on at the greenhouses today and Tomoko had a late shift at the lab,” the golden blonde 37 year old explained. “I’m doing them a favour as much as they’re doing me one.”

“Speaking of which,” nudged the girl with the long midnight black hair beside her, idly jacking her own tool. “Are you going to be done with her soon?”

“Soon,” she smirked, not looking at her friend.

Rosalie produced the Torpedo dildo that she had used on her earlier and held it in front of the Aziz woman and whispered, “Remember this, Sweetie?” before walking around to the back of the unit and attaching it to an overhead arm. Gladys finished attaching the hose to the other end of the milking cylinder and checked the connections on all of them to their respective containers. At the same time her superior lowered the latex length into place, making sure the concave rounds attached to the extension fit snuggly to the amber eyed test subject’s ass cheeks. She then twisted the dial between them forcing them apart opening the latter’s crevice up before applying a generous amount of gel to the area. Guiding the sex toy downward she slowly pushed it into the bound woman’s anal canal until she had taken it’s entire length.

“So as you can see, setting up the Sedusa follows much of the same set up protocols as our earlier platform models,” the engineer revealed turning back to her audience, “though the slider placement is new. Another thing we have added to is the control pad. Now once you enter the subject’s ID code, all of their implant controls are transferred to it. No more going back and forth between your phone or tablet and the unit itself. You can do it all from the display here,” she laid out turning the screen on it’s mount so the spectators could see it. “At the same time, everything you can do with the Sedusa can be downloaded onto your device much more easily. We’ve further streamlined the transfer process of the protocols,” the redhead added pausing slightly. “As you can see, I currently have our lovely Amira’s cock block on. We can edge her for as long as we like, but she won’t be able to cum until I let her. Now watch what happens when I activate the platform by pressing this slider here.”

Amira groaned when the framework she was bound in began moving around her. The thick length in her ass slowly started plunging in and out exactly countering the milking cylinder’s slippery ribs sliding up and down on her cock. One would invade her body as the other withdrew and the each would reverse itself holding her lust as a prisoner between them. Both of these were matched by the pulsing of the nipple cups massaging her areolas. Even as restrained as she was she still had flexibility in her hips to lean into the mechanical motions. And she could not prevent herself from doing so. Her eyes lidded, her lips slackened, and she writhed in the grasp of this sensual grind.

Excited murmurs rose from the crowd as they watched the machine slowly crumple the Algerian’s self-control and make her it’s own. The Ackersley sisters Roberta and Rubina sat on the aisle in the third row with one of the apprentices from Libereco Broadcasting Services, a somewhat bloated Valerie H Two, between them. The studio had sent the first to do a feature on the unveiling of the Sedusa and allowed an assistant. She and her younger sibling had split the credit cost of the latter’s ducat.

The 46 year old, her brown hair nearly black in shade, blindly reached behind her for the figure of Paisley Corbett whom she was aware had stationed herself there while keeping her eyes focused on the stage. Keegan Marlow, standing behind the 15 year old, smiled and gave her gentle nudge propelling the girl into probing arm of the On Air Presenter. With a practiced sliding of her hands she quickly disrobed the young girl without looking. The green eyed newscaster then greased up her stiff pole before piercing the apprentice’s rosebud with it, and looping her arm around to find the stiff stem of the other.

“The Aziz’s, all they’re living with you right?” Rubina quietly asked Ramona Garner who was sitting beside her with the nurse Thyra Larsen.

“Yep,” the tall dark 60 confirmed.

“How many of them are there?” the redhead pressed.

“Four,” the Danish clinician replied having overheard the conversation. “The mothers are sisters, each has a daughter. One is the same age as your Jenna.”

“Shhhhh now,” the eldest admonished quietly as she unexpectedly palmed the skull of the 25 year old beside her and pushed her moist lips down on her leaking 10 inch tool while watching the Algerian on stage. “This is about to get good.”

At some point Amina’s foggy existence had been reduced a series of long orgasms, each separated by small interludes during which one ass would lift itself from her face only to be pressed up against another seconds later. When the young honey blonde with rat tail braids had stood up after adding her own filth to the North African’s diet, a bubble of surprise forced it’s way into her consciousness that she wasn’t immediately replaced. Instead she found herself trying to focus through lidded eyes at the nurturing gaze of the woman who had sent her into the room in the first place, Hertina Zimmerman.

“How is she doing?” Ophélie Langevin asked appearing at the shoulder of the first with Tessa DeBoer.

“Quite well, I think,” the botanist replied, “she seems to adapting well to our lifestyle on the island. I think she understands how wonderful it is to be used as someone’s toilet. Look,” she nodded, “her hips are still humping as if she is waiting for more.”

“We shouldn’t deny her then,” the Agricultural Administrator suggested.

“You’re right,” the shorter agreed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out an atomizer containing a translucent green liquid. The freckled scientist spritzed between the 31 year old’s legs and then above them, where her navel would be were it uncovered and waited.

“She’s showing great stamina,” Emberlyn Kersey noted gripping the wheat blonde lob of Darlene C Three and pumping her 10 inches in and out of her lips with increased vigor.

The other apprentices, Georgina Hartley, Hertina’s daughter Adalida, Chandler B Three, Evi DeBoer and Piper Markwell had all snuggled together in a mass of risen lust near the ass of the bound Algerian.

“Look, there it is,” exclaimed the last pointing at the tip of a shoot that was emerging from the morass of shit Amina had created since she had started being fed.

“As much as I enjoy feeding someone who Bella has in her clutches, I like this part best,” Adalida confided in Evi as the two redheads canoodled watching the muddy vine slowly inspect the areas that had been misted.

The first’s mother then applied the substance further up the currently flattened torso in a line leading between the black haired woman’s breasts. All watched with eager anticipation as the creeper duly followed the chemical path that had been laid down before it.

“There it goes,” murmured the Zimmerman girl observed pushing her left nipple into the mouth of Evi DeBoer’s mouth. The younger girl suckled and swallowed while watching the root slither up the restrained futamute’s cleavage.

“Just a little further,” Chandler grinned as the growth temporarily halted it’s progress to sniff around it’s cousins attached to the areolas of the new staffer before continuing it’s journey upwards.

Hertina misted further up, on her neck and chin before finally heavily dosing inside the lips held apart by the very growth that held Amina captive. The vine suddenly snaked out and attached itself to the open orifice sprouting fibers to solidify it’s hold as the faces of the surrounding crowd lit up in anticipatory glee. The creeper then began to thicken and turn dark starting from where it had emerged from the muddy reservoir and working it’s way towards the other end.

“Here it comes,” Schulyer DeBoer announced backing herself into the embrace of taller Hartley girl. The pair cuddled together, watching the progress of the sludge within the translucent green tuber towards the 31 year old’s face.

In her sensual stupor Amina watched as the plant extended another limb towards her, watched it slither across her torso, between her cleavage, over her chin, and find her open mouth. Past the stalk that pumped her resting rod, past the pair of suckers that were also currently dry, until it finally found it’s desired target. She felt it knit itself to her open mouth, increasing it’s captivity, it’s control, over her. She watched it begin to fill and broaden from far below, gradually reshaping itself closer and closer. There was a part of her, a spark of awareness that knew what was to come next. Still when the deluge of shit flooded her oral cavity once more, she bucked with desire within her bondage and eagerly swallowed. Moments later her cock erupted anew with it’s soupy white lava and then her breasts began to squirt their sustenance as well. Dragged back to that place of bliss she had learned to hunger, she resisted not, willingly offering herself up to the whims of Bella as she devoured the fudgy feast and spurted her seed again and again and again.

Emberlyn Kersey then groaned and pumped her own goo down the throat of the surrogate, prompting a few glances in her direction before the others returned their attention to the Algerian.

“You look to be well cared for here, Sweetie,” the botanist commented patting the top of her head. “Bella seems to be quite taken with you. The harvesting process usually takes a few hours and it’s coming up on dinner time. I mean, you’ve been eating for some time now, but the rest of us haven’t.”

“Stella’s?” the blonde French-Canadian suggested.

“It’s noodle night there,” Chandler pointed out. “It’s a one price buffet. Pick your pasta, pick your sauce, it’s a new thing they are trying.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good place to celebrate,” Tessa agreed leaning over the prone doe eyed new futamute. “You just lie back and relax Baby, let Bella feed you your own shit. I’ll return with Hertina and Ophélie in a few hours when she is done.”

“Who knows, we might just have another snack for you,” the Langevin woman smirked over her shoulder as the others made their way out of the room.

In her dulled awareness, Amina Aziz could not disagree with the short brown haired woman. Bella did seem to be quite taken with her. But as her cum geysered up again and again and again and her stomach began filling with shit once more she came to the realization. She was quite taken with Bella as well.

Kayla O’Riordan could hardly keep her eyes open on the way back from the airport. The delay of just over an hour in Oslo had done nothing for her as sleeping in a busy airport had proved to be impossible. Now sandwiched between two younger women in the back seat of the SUV driving to her new residence in Bergen, Norway, she would have fallen asleep were it not for the excited chattering of the five others in the vehicle. To her left was the intern who had been with her at Ny-Ålesund Research Station for the past half year, Terah Amora. A blue-eyed beauty with brown hair fading to blonde, she had curves that would no doubt cause many heads to turn on campus. To her right was her youngest child, Darva. With a gaze perhaps a tad lighter than the other and long Swedish blonde locks, her figure was nearly as impressive despite being five years younger than the first. The bespectacled scientist was a veritable twig when compared to the pair.

Up front was her older daughter Darya who had preceded her sister to the Norwegian city by a year. Not quite as full figured as her 19 year old sibling, the two toned brunette was nonetheless also more shapely than she was. To be honest she wasn’t quite sure where they came by their endowments given her own body, but the 45 year old was happy for the two of them. From what she could make out by the conversation, they were quite popular in the sorority. A pair of twins, recent graduates, sat on either side in the front seat, Vanda and Venda Matteus. She was still trying to get it straight in her head which was which but both were just as attractive as the three students. The amber eyes of the last really set them apart from the sapphire orbs of the other four. Though she wasn’t a geneticist by any means even she knew that such colouring was rare among northern Europeans which she guessed them to be.