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PART 2: THE VEIL IS LIFTED
Miranda awoke groggily and found herself hanging half off the poolhouse day bed. She squinted against the bright summer sunlight filling the living room. Miranda sighed and slowly sat up, expecting to hurt everywhere, and was surprised when she didn’t. Miranda felt better physically than she usually did after a long night of drinking and fucking, let alone getting raped and fucked like a sex doll.
Shrugging, Miranda walked through the poolhouse, looking it over as she headed toward the bathroom. The living room, slash bedroom, and huge bathroom were on the poolside, while the kitchenette, pantry, wide but shallow closet, and make-up area were on the pool house’s back wall. The entire pool-facing side of the apartment-sized house, including the huge bathroom, was tempered glass, leaving Miranda in plain sight of anyone using the pool.
Miranda groaned in humiliation, knowing she had no escape from them other than being humiliated for the rest of her life or becoming an amateur porn star. Entering the bathroom, Miranda shook her head. Everything was either tempered glass, Plexiglas, clear fiberglass, or mirrored. Head drooping, Miranda turned on the water and climbed in, not waiting for it to get hot. The back, ceiling, Floor, and plumbing fixture walls were all mirrored.
As Miranda began to lather herself up, she noticed the bruises and hickeys her master had left on her breasts and body yesterday, and today looked old and mostly healed rather than fresh. The welts from the Mistress lashing her with the leash had faded to pink marks. Miranda caught movement from the corner of her eye and saw Junior walking beside the pool, his eyes glued to her through the glass wall. It occurred to Miranda that if she could seduce him into helping her, she might just be able to escape.
When he changed direction and headed straight to her front door, Miranda turned away and smirked. She had been told to serve him when he figured out how to make her, but she wasn’t told she had to play hard to get. She turned in time to see him enter and close the door. Turning the shower off, Miranda grabbed a towel and dried herself off as she walked toward him.
Dropping the towel, Miranda stopped in front of him, “How may this whore serve you, Young Master,” Miranda simpered.
“First, you’re going to suck my cock, Miranda, then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you!” Junior said, grabbing her big breasts and roughly squeezing them before shoving her down to her knees.
“My body is your’s to use as you wish, Young Master,” Miranda cooed.
As Miranda was forced down his body to her knees, the monster of a cock tenting his trunks dragged against her breasts, then her face. Miranda felt her pussy get wet involuntarily as she pulled his shorts down, setting his eleven-inch fuck stick free. Cupping his balls, Miranda kissed the head of his cock, then tongued the piss hole as she massaged his cum bloated scrotum. Filling her mouth with saliva, Miranda drooled all over his cock head before moving down the girthy length of his milk chocolate-colored shaft.
As she slobbered and sucked sloppily along Juniors cock shaft, Miranda saw weird fantasy symbols branded around its base. Cringing inwardly at how much that had to have hurt. Curious to see if there was more, Miranda nuzzled his bulging ball sack and ran her nails over it to distract him as she looked for more brands. She found several brands on each of his balls before she began sucking on them and jacking his cock off.
Sucking and lightly biting her way back up the length of him to the fat purple-black helmeted head of his cock. Looking up and making eye contact with Junior, Miranda hocked up and spat a thick glob of spit on it. Miranda made a show out of licking her soft pink lips, then forming a tight “O” and sucking his cock helmet into her mouth. Junior tangled his fingers in her hair as Miranda greedily sucked her way down the top six inches of his monster cock. As Miranda started sloppily bobbing up and down on his hard throbbing cock she lost all sense of anything, but the taste of it and the burning wanton need for his cock building in her pussy.
Eye closed and lost in her blow job Miranda didn’t resist as her new Young Master fucked her mouth, forcing his monster cock down her throat an inch at a time. It wasn’t until her nose was buried in his springy black pubic hair for the fifth time that Miranda realized she was deep-throating his eleven-inch monster.
Unable to control his lust, Junior dragged Miranda off his cock and up onto the bed. She landed on her right side, and before she’d even fully sunk into the mattress, he was straddling her right thigh. Letting go of her hair, he grabbed her left leg and dragged her pussy toward him. He shoved his plumb-sized cock head against her vagina, roughly forcing it into her. The sharp, quick pain of his thrust made Miranda yelp then her loud, wanton moan filled the house as he sank his cock into her unprepared, dripping cunt. He slid into her spasming clenching cunt kadıköy escort bayan until his cock head hit her cervix.
Miranda grunted, moaned, and bucked as he started slamming her tight wet cunt onto his long fat cock. As his monster of a fuck rod thumped into her cervix harder and harder, Miranda’s big breasts bounced and jiggled violently, and her loud throaty moans turned to husky mewling sounds. Then she shrieked as his massive cock head pushed through her cervix and slammed deep into her uterus.
Miranda tried to drag herself away from Junior using the bed and only managed to find herself on her back with her ass up in the air. Now her knees were shoved beside her bouncing breasts as Junior crouched over her, pile-driving his cock into her like a steam hammer. “YOUR RIPPING MY PUSSY! STOP! PLEAS STOP!” Miranda shrieked in pain just before she squirted a stream of pussy juice straight into the air to splatter the ceiling like a garden sprinkler.
As the soul-wrenching full-body orgasm ripped through her, she’d been hit by a tazer; Miranda’s world went black, “OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!” She started screaming over and over as she squirted and spurted pussy juice all over both of them, the bed, and the walls.
Collapsing limply to the bed, still jerking, convulsing, and spurting as Junior continued hammering into her. A few minutes later, with a guttural growl, he slammed balls deep and splattered the walls of her uterus with hot, thick ropes of spunk. Panting, Junior collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried balls deep in her clenching, spasming cunt. Sometime later, the door banged open, startling them into sitting up.
The Mistress walked in a few steps and stood there with her hands on her hips and one eyebrow cocked. “Well, I’m happy to see you’ve bred her, Junior, but I need you to go get the whore’s car. It’s at the restaurant. So pull your cock out of her cunt and go get it!” Shanda Brick, the Mistress, ordered him.
Junior rolled off Miranda, his cock pulling out of her with a sloppy wet squelching sound, “OH!” Miranda gasped out loudly as she felt his monster of a cock wrenched out, followed by a messy stream of cum and cunt juice.
Miranda looked up at Dirk senior’s vile wife, “How may this whore serve, Mistress?” Miranda panted softly, her body still spasming with orgasms.
“Today being your first day as our new Cock sleeve, can you tell me what mistake you’ve made!” Mistress said coldly.
Miranda blanched, drawing a blank on what she’d done wrong. “This whore doesn’t know Mistress,” Miranda said.
Miranda watched as her new Mistress reached out and lifted the leather leash from the coat hook next to the door. Instant realization dawned on Miranda, but she also saw a way to avoid getting whipped again.
“Please forgive this whore Mistress; the young master entered this whores room without forewarning or knocking. This whore had just finished showering and was just there when the young master entered.” Miranda said, pointing at the damp towel where she’d dropped it. “I did as instructed by the mistress and presented myself to the young master and asked how I could serve,” Miranda added, kneeling before the Mistress.
The bitch cocked her head and studied Miranda for a moment before smiling down at her and nodding. “Serving your masters first before other consideration is how it should be whore, for that you will be rewarded. However, breaking any rules, even when serving, requires punishment. But your reward must come first, get on the bed on your hands and knees, and point your ass toward me once you’re on the bed.” The Mistress ordered calmly, walking past Miranda toward the kitchenette.
Miranda wasted no time climbing on the bed and assuming the doggy position as ordered before looking back over her shoulder to watch the bitch. Miranda blinked, seeing a string of similar fantasy writing to Juniors but running from the nape of her neck down her spine to disappear into her ass crack. If the bitch hadn’t been wearing a bikini, she’d never have seen it.
Miranda watched her bitch of a mistress walk to the kitchenette and retrieve two zip-lock bags. It was plain to see what each held. One had a polished dark wood paddle in it. The other had a dildo about as long as Miranda’s hand from her wrist to her fingertips; it was shaped like a string of six cock heads stacked on top of each other, with the first and the last being twice the size of the middle four, it ended in clit tickler and two heavy balls. It was also obviously made to be used as a strap-on.
Miranda’s cunt began to drip in humiliating anticipation. “Whore! Face on the bed, reach back, and pull your ass cheeks apart for me.” The horrible bitch. Laughed.
Forty-five minutes of getting her pussy licked and finger fucked while her ass was spanked and fucked with anal beads later, the Mistress left. Miranda lay moaning face down on the bed in a puddle of her pussy juice with an anal plug stuffed in her vagina to prevent any more of Junior’s cum from leaking out. ümraniye escort bayan Hours later, Dirk Senior, her new master, came to her room and spent the evening brutally fucking her until he’d pumped six hot loads of baby gravy into her womb.
A long week later.
Finishing off his last load, Dirk Senior left Miranda lying on the floor of her bathtub in a rapidly cooling puddle of water. Miranda had made a point of inspecting her Master cock quite thoroughly while she was sucking it and wasn’t surprised to find the same strange branded symbols around the base of his girthy prick. But she had been shocked to see them glowing like campfire coals or movie magma as he slammed his cock head against the back wall of her uterus.
“Of course, they glow; how else did he get your cervix to open up like a cheerleader on prom night.” An odd, gruff voice said in her head.
“Hehehe, I’m going insane,” Miranda said, laughing hysterically. “First, I saw glowing magic ruins. Now I’m hearing voices,” Miranda said with a sob.
“You’re not going insane, Boss. Your bloodline is awakening because of the magic Dirk Senior and Junior have used on you. I can prove it, boss. “
“Do you know a guy who would know about magic writing and stuff? A gaming nerd, maybe?” The voice asked.
Instantly, the pudgy closing dishwasher jumped into Miranda’s head. “Yeah, I know someone. How can you prove you’re a real person, mysterious voice?” Miranda asked the empty bathroom.
“First, get up off the floor and go get your cell phone, then come back to the shower, ” the voice instructed her.
Miranda heaved a tired sigh and did as instructed, fetching her phone and returning to the shower. “Now what?” Miranda asked.
Stand in the middle of the stall and take a selfie, but lift the phone enough so you get a good shot of your body from the front. Also, get your back in the mirror behind you, ” the voice said.
Miranda rolled her eyes. “Cord will be jacking off to this for a decade, ” she groused, taking the picture.
“Now,” the voice continued, “stand with your feet wide apart and use the mirrored floor tiles to take a pic of your pussy.”
Miranda, feeling she’d gone this far down the rubber room path already, thought fuck it and got on her knees in the bottom of the tub. Blushing furiously, she took a close-up picture that showed her crotch from her pubic mound to her asshole.
“Now send him a text asking him to describe everything he sees, with the two selfies attached. Then go pour yourself a sip from the bottle of Gentleman Jack; it’s in the cupboard above the fridge.” the voice said as Miranda wrote her text.
Miranda: “Hey, Cord, look these pics over and tell me if you see anything different about me besides the fact that I’m sending you naked post-marathon sex pics.”
Miranda: “AND PLEAS DON’T SHARE THEM WITH ANYONE. I, I’ll make it worth your while somehow.”
Miranda hit send and walked to the refrigerator. After retrieving the bottle of Gentleman Jack, she grabbed a shot glass from the cupboard. She poured three fingers and lifted the shot glass to her lips. She stopped with the glass touching her lower lip; it dawned on her that she’d never opened that cupboard. How could her insane mind voice have known any alcohol was in it, let alone the specific brand?
“Because you not insane, boss,” the voice in her head repeated.
Miranda downed the whiskey in one swift gulp, followed by a cough and a sharp exhalation. “Smooth,” she muttered.
Miranda put her hand to her heart a few seconds later. “Wow, that’s good!” she said.
Miranda’s phone chirped, letting her know she’d received a text, then another one, and about a minute later, a third. Miranda hadn’t looked at her phone but instead mulled over her recent fall from hot college girl to sex slave. With a sigh, Miranda took her phone off the counter and checked her texts.
First text. Cord: HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU’RE FUCKING HOT.
Second text. Cord: sorry, it needed to be said.
Third text. Cord: Are you doing a cosplay or slutty costume party? I don’t know what dusty old book you got those out of, but you should remove them as soon as possible. They’re gorgeous! Those are some dangerously powerful Runes, and should not be fucking around with them!
Miranda frowned. She hadn’t noticed anything written on her. Miranda opened her phone’s photo gallery and touched the selfies she’d taken. A softly pink glow radiated from bands of the magical rune script all over her body. The brightest were on her areolas, thighs, pubic mound, As well as her clit, the hood of her clit, her pussy lips, and along her core. Even her vagina had rings of runes around it.
The angles of the selfies didn’t let her see her anus, but that was an easy fix. Miranda walked to her bed and lay down on her back, then she lifted her legs and spread them wide as she did. Quickly she spread her pussy lips, then exposed her asshole with her left hand and used her phone to snap a few pics. Sitting up, she checked maltepe escort bayan out the pics. In the new pictures, the runes on her pussy were more apparent, and she saw that she had a ring of runes around the entrance of her vagina and her anus.
“Sexy,” Miranda muttered, biting her lower lip and sending them to Cord.
Miranda: “I’m in a lot of trouble pleas help me, Cord! If you do, then I promise you three days and three nights of whatever the fuck you want. Dirk Senior raped me on the way to the catering gig last. Then he made me fuck some guy at the end for money.
When we got back to the restaurant that night, he fucked me on a lobby table right in front of the lobby security cameras. The following day he called me into his office and fucked me again. His wife showed up and took me to their house; once we were inside, she dragged me to their basement sex dungeon, where she beat and raped me. All the while informing me I was now a whore for her husband and son, who would be fucking me until they knocked me up.”
Miranda added the new pictures she’d taken but paused to cover her face with her hand in shame, then hit send. She got up and grabbed a T-shirt, then hung her leash on the rack next to the door. She went and got herself a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge and returned to her bed, planning to laze away the rest of her day watching TV. Her phone chirped with a new text.
Cord: “I can help you, but there’s a cost, Miranda! It’s a very long-term cost. Have you seen these marks on Dirk or any of his family?
Miranda closed her eyes; of course, there was a cost. She typed out her response and hit send.
Miranda: “Senior and Junior have similar runes branded in rings around their cocks and on their ball sacks. Shonda has them running up her spine, and everywhere I do, though, her’s are not the same as the ones on me. Oh, the ones on Senior and Junior glow reddish orange, almost like magma, when they’re fucking me. They have been shoving their cocks into my uterus when they fuck me. My cervix feels like my asshole does when a cock is shoved in without any warm-up.
There was a long pause before Cord responded. His response was odd.
Cord: “Are you willing to contract me for help?”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Miranda asked the voice that had been helping her.
“He is obviously a nonhuman or a mage and knows what’s going on or guesses, ” the voice said.
Miranda: “I have to go, but I will get back to you soon. Thank you, Cord. I thought I was going insane.”
“What is going on, and do you have a name?” Miranda groused at the invisible voice, grabbing and punching her body pillow in frustration.
“My name is spooge, and what’s going on. A pair of gutter-born half-demons and their vampire concubine are trying to turn you into their personal fuck toy and baby factory.” Spooge said, answering her questions.
“I need a bit to unpack that, but let’s focus on Cord wanting a contract to help me,” Miranda said.
“Before that, why the fuck isn’t all this freaking me the fuck out?” Miranda demanded, skittering from one thought to the next.
“You’re part succubus, so your mental fortitude for anything that revolves around any sex is stronger than Wolverine’s bones. You’ll also heal faster, and you’re completely immune to any physical damage from any sex act.” Spooge told her.
“The really good stuff won’t kick in until you’ve absorbed enough life force. Right now, you’re just sucking the life force out of all those billions of sperm the assholes have been slathering your insides with.” Spooge added helpfully.
“I can heal faster than Wolverines! I’m immune to sex damage!” Miranda exclaimed loudly, sitting up.
“Wait, I suck, life force!” She yelped, the tone of her voice going higher.
“Easy boss, easy,” Spooge said, trying to calm her.
“No, you don’t heal faster than Wolverine. Your bruises, cuts, scrapes, and scratches will heal in minutes or will once you are fully powered. Right now, they’ll heal in hours instead of days. At full power, broken bones and organ damage, basically, anything that doesn’t kill you, will heal in sixteen to twenty-four hours or after eight to ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. Severed flesh will grow back in four to seven days, depending on what or how much is cut off. The bitch could shove a bat in your ass and a cheese grader up your cunt and fuck you with them. All you’d get is multiple soul-rocking orgasms. ” Spooge told her.
“A Succubus lives on life force and the magic energy generated during sex. The more wild, physical, and emotional the sex, the more power. Dirk Senior raping you and using his demonic magic to rape your cervix jump-started your Succubus side. Once you’ve absorbed enough life force for me to materialize physically, I’ll be able to teach you how to drain life force rather than just do it passively, absorbing it while you’re getting boned.”
“I’m a succubus, Dirk and his son are demons, and his bitch wife is a vampire,” Miranda said barely audibly.
“Look, Boss, let’s recap your sex life, kinda look back objectively.” Spooge suggested, “Oh, idea! Turn the TV off, then watch the screen, but lay down so anyone looking in through the peeping tom glass wall will think you passed out from Dirk fucking you stupid again.” Spooge said.