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Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 01

By: GayTripper



Thank you for reading my story. Even though the category this story is listed under is mind control, it features several of my favorite genres in erotica including lesbian sex, erotic horror, BDSM, nonconsent/reluctance, mature sex, group sex, first time sex, incest and more! If you are offended by any of the above don't read any further. The first part is rather long, and a little bit of a slow burn but I think it's worth it to get to know the women in this story before they start fucking each other :). Enjoy.

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Prologue

A noxious gas rose from the smoking crater. The impact of the arrival had been silent and invisible, but had nonetheless torn the earth asunder. Within the still steaming hole, a horrid shape quivered. Something slithered forth and crawled to the end of the crater. A tentacled hand gripped the ledge at the edge of the hole and lifted itself. An eldritch horror rose from the depths...

Cassandra screamed as she awoke. She sat up quickly and scanned the room with fright, suddenly feeling reassured to find herself in her own bed. She hugged her arms across her chest as she breathed deeply and tried to calm herself down. Cassandra didn't usually have nightmares and the ones she did have were never too scary, but this one had been incredibly vivid. She grabbed a tall glass of water sitting on her nightstand and took a drink before lying back down. She finally felt safe enough to close her eyes. As she drifted back to sleep, she already lost remembrance of the details of her dream. As she faded back into her slumber, she could no longer recall why she had been so terrified...

Day One

Cassandra rushed back and forth between rooms in her apartment anxiously because she was running late for work. She had slept horribly the previous night and didn't feel rested at all. She had fallen asleep after her initial nightmare but continued to have bad dreams throughout the night and was unable to fall back to sleep. After lying awake staring at the ceiling for over an hour, she had desperately turned to the only surefire way to put herself to sleep. Cassandra opened the top drawer of her nightstand and retrieved the small vibrator she kept in there. Not wanting to wake her roommates in case they were still awake, she set the vibrator on the lowest setting so that it emitted a soft vibrating buzz. Cassandra lifted up her pajamas with one hand while the other holding the vibrator creeped downward. Cassandra tickled herself by moving the vibrator down her stomach and crotch before she began massaging her pussy with it. Not content to utilize the imagination that had been the cause of her restlessness, Cassandra reached for her phone and plugged headphones in. She opened a web browser as she placed the earbuds on either side of her head. 

She surfed to PornHub and searched for a video featuring the porn actress Princess Donna. Cassandra had never entertained serious thoughts of lesbianism before, but she thought she might switch sides just for a night of being dominated by her favorite porn star. The only form of pornography that Cassandra enjoyed was BDSM. Usually when she wanted to get off she would read a nice, long story at Literotica.com. Preferably with a glass of wine resting nearby. But she currently lacked the patience to read, wanting to get off as soon as possible and fall asleep .

The particularly video she was watching featured a lucky guy being dominated and fucked in the ass by Princess Donna's strapon. He was emitting animalistic grunts and moans as Donna fucked him. Donna was talking dirty to him as she fucked him, both playfully teasing and demeaning him in equal measure. 

The gender of the participants in the pornography Cassandra watched didn't matter. It could by lesbian, gay, straight or any various combination of gender. The part that Cassandra enjoyed was the loss of control and complete submission. Cassandra sometimes wished she could be adventurous enough to engage in a dominant/submissive relationship in real life, but she knew it was just another fantasy she would never fulfill. 

Cassandra rubbed the vibrator against her clitoris and tried to finger herself with the same hand to finish as soon as possible. Donna had finished fucking the man and was rewarding him by riding up and down on his dick, still in complete control of him even though his penis was inside her. Within a minute, Cassandra felt her orgasm beginning and she bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. After she finished, Cassandra turned the phone off and threw both the phone and her vibrator clumsily on the nightstand. Cassandra had soaked through her pajama pants as she came, and she doffed her soggy pants and tossed them to the floor. With her legs bare, she rolled over and curled in a fetal position, trying to stay warm. As usual, she became sleepy soon after getting off. Within a minute, she was asleep and slumbered peacefully.

Too peacefully in fact. Cassandra had slept through her alarm and was now rushing to get ready for work. Lacking the time to straighten her hair this morning, she attacked her follicles with a hairbrush to try and eliminate all the tangles. The bathroom mirror showed the reflection of a young, skinny woman with long dark brown hair that curled messily below her shoulders. Large brown eyes stared back from the mirror. Cassandra had always thought of herself as being conventionally attractive, but she didn't consider herself a knockout. Especially not compared to her sister.

Cassandra lived in a modest three-bedroom apartment in the middle of Manhattan. The living room was a decent size, but the kitchen was tiny with minimal counter space. Cassandra looked at the amount of bills piling up on one of the counters and sighed. They were going to lose the apartment soon if they couldn't find more money. 

Though there were two bathrooms, there was only one shower/bathtub to share between three women. The bedrooms were also small, and one of them did not even have a closet. Cassandra's little sister Anna got the smallest room since she was the youngest. She had to hang her clothes on a rack that took up nearly half of the room.

Cassandra heard snoring from Anna's room as she hurriedly applied makeup to her face and brushed her teeth. Anna must have gotten back late after partying with some of her friends from college. Anna was a stereotypically lazy art student; her classes started at 10:30 and she would probably wake up at 10 and literally run to campus to make her first session. Anna was studying photography and videography at NYU. The decor of the apartment belied her immense talent. The walls were decked with beautiful black and white stills that Anna had captured on her camera. Luckily, she had earned a generous scholarship or else there would be no way she could afford her New York lifestyle.

The other inhabitant of the apartment was Cassandra's best friend Sherri. They had known each other since kindergarten when they both attended the same elementary school in Greenwood, Delaware. They had gone to different colleges in whole different states, but both ended up moving to New York City following graduation and eventually moved in with each other. Sherri was an out and proud lesbian who never acted ashamed of her lifestyle. Cassandra had been the first person Sherri had ever come out to when they were still in high school. Cassandra didn't feel uncomfortable at all about Sherri's sexual orientation, she loved her friend like a sister and had never felt any attraction to her. If Sherri had any feelings for Cassandra that amounted to more than friendship, she kept them well hidden.

When she wasn't in class or studying, Anna was a part-time barista at a coffee house just down the street. Sherri worked in a hair salon for her day job and on most nights tended bar at a notorious gay club. Sherri often brought home her conquests from nights of debauchery at Curvy and engaged in loud, unabashed love making with them even though she knew Cassandra and Anna could hear everything through the paper-thin walls. Cassandra was the only true professional of the group, she worked as a copy editor for a notorious fashion magazine. Between the three of them, they still barely made enough money each month to cover their ridiculously expensive rent. Sherri was doing the most she could, working two jobs over sixty hours total a week. Anna spent most of her time working on class projects and trying to graduate and pitched in as much as she was able to. That left most of the responsibility on Cassandra's shoulders to make sure they stayed afloat and ahead of the next rent payment.

Cassandra cursed as she glanced at the clock. Already ten minutes past seven and she still needed to pick up her coworker Alexis and get to the office before eight. Cassandra knew she was insane for owning a car in New York but thought she had good reasons. She used to take the Metro but had been assaulted once late at night and refused to ride on the subway again. Plus, one of the few perks she received at her job was a reserved stall at a parking garage less than two blocks away from the skyscraper she worked in. The car was a piece of crap, but it had been cheap and still ran well. 

Cassandra battled traffic for over half an hour before she could reach the block Alexis lived on. As she drove she listened to a local news report on the radio: "Central Park officials are still investigating the fifty foot wide, ten foot deep hole that mysterious appeared in the Park seemingly overnight." 

Cassandra reached the street outside Alexis' apartment but saw nowhere open to park in. Seeing no one coming up behind her, Cassandra parked on the street and sent a quick voice message to Alexis: "Hurry the fuck up. I'm double parked on the street." A few seconds later, Alexis responded: "Be right down in a sec." It ended up being a couple minutes before Alexis raced out of her apartment building, and a car sitting behind Cassandra honked at her repeatedly before giving up and going around her. 

Cassandra continued to listen to the news report: "A scientist brought to the scene said the sight resembled a meteor strike but there was no meteorite to be found and no one in the park reported any sign of an impact last evening. Let the conspiracy theories begin..."

The passenger door opened suddenly and Cassandra screamed "Fuck!" as she was startled by Alexis. Alexis laughed and said, "Calm down, jumpy." Alexis had freckles all over her pale face and had long, curly red hair.. She wore large, black-rimmed glasses. Alexis looked kind of dorky and was a little heavier set but still managed to pull off the sexy librarian look with her glasses and generously applied makeup. She got on Cassandra's nerves sometimes, but she was the only real friend she had at her workplace. Plus, she was a good person to associate with since she damn good at her job as lead graphic designer for the magazine.

Cassandra knew there was no hope of reaching the office in time, but started driving immediately before Alexis could even fasten her seatbelt. The voice on the radio continued: "Here now we have a Central Park Ranger in the studio to describe what they are seeing..."

"Boring!" Alexis exclaimed as she turned the radio dial to the nearest Top 40 station. It was playing "Shake It Off" by Taylor Swift.

"Hey, I was listening to that!" Cassandra said.

Alexis groaned and said, "All the stations are fucking news and talk radio in the morning. I want to hear actual music."

Cassandra groaned and said, "You think Taylor Swift is actual music. Ugh."

Alexis shrugged and said, "The haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate..."

Cassandra threw her head back and groaned even louder. "I would rather hear the news."

"Ignore the news. You will be much happier."

Cassandra parked in her usual stall at the garage and the twosome rushed to their office building and rode the elevator to the 69th floor (the two of them had to suppress a giggle every time they pushed the button on the elevator). The two of them tried to sneak in even though they were over twenty minutes late. They had apparently missed the memo that an all-office meeting was taking place in the main office room. Cassandra and Alexis both looked extra conspicuous as every person in the office noticed them trying to sneak their way inside.

The editor-in-chief Ms. O'Hara was standing surrounded by her employees, addressing the entire office. Catherine O'Hara had been a famous model over thirty years ago, but her looks were now beginning to fade with age. Her face no longer commanded the same attention to her beauty as before and she was now developing some paunches of fat on her arms, thighs, midsection, and backside. To compensate for her fading beauty, she ruled the office with an iron fist and all but the most sycophantic employees despised her.

Catherine interrupted herself in the middle of a speech to highlight Cassandra and Alexis' tardiness, "Well it looks like Cassie and Alex didn't feel this message was important enough to be on time for. Be warned that behavior similar to what they have displayed will definitely be taken into consideration by management after you hear what I have to say."

O'Hara continued, "As you may know, the economy is not doing well and readership is down over 20%. Unfortunately, we will need to start making cuts or else jeopardize the stability of this publication. First of all, we will have to start by eliminating some of the perks that workers in this office enjoy. That means things like free parking stalls in the nearby garages. Those aren't free you know, the company still has to pay for them."

"Fuck!" Cassandra cursed quietly under her breath.

"Along with that, we are also being forced to reduce our workforce. By about... 40%." Murmurs of worry spread around the room as the group of fifty employees wondered which twenty would be eliminated. "I know these are hard times for everyone, but this magazine's financial status can not remain feasible in its current state if yearly subscriptions continue to decline. The ones who will be moving on will receive a notice by the end of the day. You will be allowed to work the rest of the week and will then collect your final paycheck. Have a nice day."

Everyone in the room broke into worried conversation and Cassandra and Alexis looked at each other nervously. Their desks were next to each other in the main cubicle room, which is how the two had first met. They sat at their desks the rest of the morning and tried to focus on this next month's issue. But Cassandra was too worried to work properly and waited anxiously for the hammer to drop. Eventually it did, but fortunately not for her. Alexis was handed a pink slip with an hour left in the day. Cassandra awkwardly tried to console her as Alexis held her face in her hands, bawling her eyes out at her desk. Cassandra felt horrible for her friend, but at the same time felt guilty at the relief that it wasn't her. Having to look for a job right now would ruin her. At the end of the day, Cassandra grabbed Alexis and said, "Come on. I'm getting you drunk tonight."

Alexis dried tears from her eyes and said, "Fine, I need a good drink. But I have to warn you that I'm a sloppy drunk."

"I know," Cassandra replied. "I haven't forgotten the office Christmas party from two years ago. I think you tried to get on every guy and even a few of the women in the office that night."

"What can I say," Alexis said as she grabbed her coat, "When I'm drunk I'll fuck pretty much anything that moves."

"Don't worry, I will be careful and make sure you don't fall into that trap tonight." Cassandra said.

"I'm including present company in that." Alexis said jokingly as she laid a hand on the chest of Cassandra's blouse. 

"Like I said, I'll be careful." Cassandra laughed as she brushed Alexis' hand away.

Cassandra considered taking Alexis to the gay bar that her friend Sherri worked at, but thought against it. The lesbians that frequented that club were often more predatory than the men you would find in an average bar. Instead, Cassandra took Alexis to McPoyle's where they could drink cocktails and eat greasy, unhealthy food and not worry about counting calories for a night. After their meal, a handsome looking man actually offered to buy Cassandra a drink, the first time in months that that had happened. But Cassandra declined, knowing this night was about making Alexis feel better, not trying to hook up. Cassandra only drank two Manhattans, but Alexis had quickly drowned more than five Cosmopolitans and was soon a blubbering mess. As Alexis sobbed at the bar Cassandra told her, "This is such bullshit. You are by far the best designer there."

Between tears Alexis said, "But I'm five years older than the next oldest one. They just want to keep the young blood now that I've trained all of them. So they can just shove me off. A thirty year-old woman, with no husband and no job. What am I going to do? I hated working for O'Hara, but I loved that job."

"You will find something. You are too talented to stay unemployed for long." Cassandra's consolation didn't seem to do much good as Alexis began sobbing again. Cassandra could see some of the men in the bar eyeing her friend, having by now spotted a desperate and easy mark. "Alexis, I think it's time to go."

"What? I'm just getting started." Alexis protested. Cassandra could hear Alexis' speech beginning to slur.

"Well, I'm your ride," Cassandra replied. "And I'm saying it is time to leave." Cassandra almost said that she needed to get home because she had work tomorrow, but stopped just short of saying it aloud.

"Fine, fine," Alexis grumbled. Before they were halfway to Cassandra's car, Alexis began vomiting her dinner. Cassandra held Alexis' hair back as she hurled into the street. Alexis spat a couple times, trying to remove the taste from her mouth. "Try and get all of it out, please." Cassandra asked politely "My car is crappy enough without having puke in it."

Alexis began to pass out in the car as Cassandra drove her home, but thankfully she didn't vomit again. Cassandra pulled up to her friends apartment and put the car in park. Alexis was shaken awake as the car pulled to a stop. "Well, I guess this is it." Alexis said after she noticed where they had parked.

"I guess so." Cassandra replied. The two of them sat in the car awkwardly while the engine ran before Alexis spoke again. 

"Are you sure you don't want to come up for one more drink?" Alexis asked. "I could really use the company." Alexis moved her hand over and began rubbing it up and down Cassandra's thigh. 

Cassandra, shocked by her friends behavior but knowing she was wasted calmly removed Alexis' hand and said, "Not tonight, I think. You should get some rest."

Alexis rubbed her eyes and looked like she was trying to keep from crying again. She said, "I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Cassandra said, "If you are lucky you won't even remember this tomorrow. Go sleep it off." Alexis opened the car door and stumbled out of the car. After she closed the car door, Cassandra rolled down the passenger side window and asked, "Do you still want to be picked up tomorrow?"

Alexis thought for a second and then said, "No. Fuck it. I'm not going back again."

"You sure you don't want the week's pay?" Cassandra asked with surprise.

"I'll be fine. I'll see you around, Cassie."

"OK. Keep in touch."

"Will do," Alexis said as she turned to go into her apartment. Cassandra shook her head and laughed to herself over the strange night she had experienced. 

Cassandra listened to the local news as she drove back. There were no more news reports about the crater, just a report of a woman who had gone missing this morning on her way to work.

Cassandra walked into her apartment and saw her sister Anna laying on the couch with her hand covering her eyes. Anna jumped up in surprise as she heard Cassandra walk in. If Cassandra could be described as handsome, then Anna would have to be described as absolutely gorgeous. Cassandra's sister had an improbable wreath of pale golden hair, entirely unlike the rest of the dark haired women in their family. It must have been a recessive trait, because there was only one known blonde in Cassandra and Anna's entire family tree. The sisters used to joke that Anna was adopted when they were younger. With her radiant blonde hair and shapely body, Anna could have had anyone she wanted in high school or college, but usually went for the quiet, artistic type of boy. Anna had gorgeous deep blue eyes and a rosebud mouth begging to be kissed. Cassandra had always been secretly jealous of how attractive her sister was and also how outgoing she was which made it easy for her sister to make friends.


Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 01



"Sorry Sis, did I scare you?" Cassandra asked.

Anna sighed and said, "No, Cassie. It has just been an... interesting night."

"Oh yeah? Well, I almost lost my job today. What happened to you?"

"No shit?" Anna asked. "Well you said almost, so it can't be so bad. Have you seen Sherri today?"

"No, not since before yesterday. Why do you ask?"

"She has been acting... kind of weird."

"Like how?"

"She was... Well, she was hitting on me earlier."

"What!?" Cassandra asked incredulously.

"Yeah, when I was here between classes she was hanging around and kept copping feels on me whenever I was nearby. She kept saying how beautiful I was. That hasn't been like her at all since I've known her."

"You're right, she would never pursue someone who didn't reciprocate her feelings. And she definitely wouldn't hit on someone who she knows is straight." Cassandra saw Anna bring a finger up to her mouth and start biting it. "Wait a second... Did you do anything else with her?"

"Well she wouldn't leave me alone and kept asking if she could kiss me. So finally I let her."

Cassandra glared at her younger sister and asked, "Well, tell me. How was it?"

"It was good. Like, really good. She could tell I was enjoying it so she stuck her tongue in my mouth. Before I knew it, we were making out on the couch. She started touching me like she wanted to do more, but I panicked and made up an excuse about needing to go to a study group."

"So, are you questioning your sexuality now?" Cassandra asked. "I know you haven't dated a boy in over a year." Even though Anna was past twenty years-old, Cassandra still worried about her and thought of her as her little baby sister.

"Well, in light of this event I have to at least consider myself a little bicurious, don't I? I mean, I kissed girls when we played "Spin the Bottle" or "Truth or Dare" at parties in high school, but it never really meant anything. But when Sherri and I kissed, it was like we formed some sort of connection. I've never felt that with another girl before."

"You do know this is a terrible idea, right?"

"What's the worst that could happen?"

"You mean besides destroying our entire living situation if your relationship goes south? I'm sorry, I can't really have my best friend dating my sister. You know she is eight years older than you, right?"

"Of course. I can count, you know," Anna said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. "If it doesn't bother her, it doesn't bother me. Besides, I like that she has a lot of experience. Anyways, she asked me out to a dinner date tomorrow night and I accepted."

Cassandra raised a hand to her head and muttered, "This is just what I fucking need right now."

"Hey!" Anna yelled. "I'm an adult now and I can make my own decisions."

"Fine," Cassandra replied frustratedly. "Have your date. But you had better take things real slow. I don't want to come home and hear that you are Sherri's latest conquest in her bedroom."

Anna decided to chide her older sister a bit and said, "Ha! If we decide to hook up it will be on the couch where you can see everything."

"Gross," Cassandra replied.

There was an awkward silence between them that Anna finally broke when she asked, "So have you and Sherri ever..."

"Uh, no." Cassandra said. "Our relationship is not at all like that. I've never even kissed a girl before."

"OK," Anna said. "I had to check, you know?"

Cassandra put a hand on Anna's shoulder and told her sister, "You are an adult and you are old enough to make your own decisions. But as your older sister, I am obligated to tell you that this is a terrible idea."

"Fair enough," Anna answered.

Cassandra pulled her little sister into a hug and told her, "I will always love you, no matter what. I just don't want to see you get hurt. Or see Sherri hurt, for that matter."

Anna hugged Cassandra back and said, "Don't worry about us. We are just going to have a little fun. I don't see it being anything serious."

"Well, I guess I am a little reassured then." Cassandra said. "I need to shower and then I am going to straight to bed. Have a good night." Cassandra broke the hug and went to the master bathroom after grabbing some clean pajamas.

Cassandra got ready to shower and before long she was standing naked under the warm streams pouring from the showerhead. Cassandra spread soap all over her body and rubbed up and down her body until she was covered with a fine, white lather. Cassandra grabbed a soap brush hanging from the shower caddy and rubbed herself as she rinsed the soap off her body. Cassandra scrubbed the soap off her body and as she moved the brush down between her thighs she felt it move against her vulva . As she felt pleasure tingling between her legs, Cassandra thought to herself 'Why not?'

Cassandra leaned back against the wall of the shower and rubbed the brush back and forth against her pussy. Cassandra knew she had a masturbation problem, she couldn't get through a day without getting herself off at least one or two times. Cassandra had been so busy with deadlines for a work that she had not had a serious relationship in over a year. She had not slept with a guy in over six months now, and her masturbatory escapades were her only release now. Luckily, Cassandra now had good material to work with while she rubbed herself. She imagined what might have happened if she had been brave enough to follow Alexis into her apartment. Cassandra was not brave enough to touch another woman's genitals, but she might have let Alexis finger and lick her pussy. Cassandra rubbed herself harder as her fantasy continued. Maybe her friend would have been drunk enough that Cassandra could have convinced her to play Cassandra's asshole. Cassandra turned the brush around and put the end of the handle against her pussy. She slowly inserted it inside herself and began moving it in and out. Cassandra brought a hand back and tickled her asshole as the other hand continued to fuck herself with the soapbrush handle. 

Cassandra let out a loud moan as she felt herself reaching orgasm. At the same time she heard the door handle begin to turn and the door creaked open. Because the three women often had to get ready at the same time, none of them locked the door unless they needed very private bathroom time. 

"Cassie, do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Anna called through an open crack in the door. "The toilet in the other bathroom is not working and I can't fix it."

"Fine," Cassandra grumbled. She could still feel her knees shaking as her orgasm continued. Cassandra also knew that there was no way they could pay for a plumber to fix the toilet in the other bathroom and still make rent. They would have to deal with having one usable toilet between the three of them for the near future.

"Is everything okay?" Anna asked. "I could hear you yelling from outside the door." Cassandra could hear Anna lifting the toilet seat and heard the tinkle of Anna urinating.

"I'm fine. Just trying to take my shower." Cassandra didn't want to make any sound to give her away, and left the handle still halfway inside herself. She couldn't tell if she sister knew what was going on or not. If she was teasing Cassandra or was really that naive. Cassandra only knew that she would die of embarrassment if her sister pulled the shower curtain away to reveal Cassandra masturbating herself with a soapbrush. Anna finally finished, but left the toilet unflushed since doing so would change the water temperature in the shower to an inferno. Cassandra heard her open the door to leave and said, "Bye bye, Anna."

"Hey, you enjoy yourself Sis. You've earned it." Cassandra cursed at her sister as she pulled the brush out of her vagina and finished her shower. After the shower, Cassandra was drying herself and noticed the toilet still had the lid up. She could smell Anna's yellow urine floating at the top and flushed the toilet in disgust. "I swear it would be less gross living with two men." Cassandra mumbled to herself.

As Cassandra was applying her facial lotions before she brushed her teeth she called to Anna, "Hey, where is Sherri anyways?"

Anna called back from the kitchen, "She said she had work to do tonight."

Cassandra walked to the kitchen so she didn't have to yell again in the middle of brushing her teeth. "That's weird. She doesn't normally work on Monday nights."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. Well, have a good night."

"You too."

After completing all her nightly rituals, Cassandra was ready for bed. She tried to sleep, but every time she fell to slumber she had dreams of some unseen horror taking control and possessing her. She tossed and turned in her sleep all night long, still too ashamed at being caught masturbating by her sister to resort to self-stimulation in order to sleep. Only after Cassandra surrendered to the unseen force in her dream was she able to fall asleep.

Day Two

In the morning, Cassandra received a phone call from Alexis while she was getting ready. "Hey, can you give me a ride?" Alexis asked. 

"Oh, did you change your mind?" Cassandra said. "I didn't expect to hear from you again anytime soon."

"I'll explain on the way." Alexis said. "Pick me up at the usual time."

As Cassandra drove she heard on the radio: "We are hearing reports of a strange phenomenon taking place throughout our city. Yesterday, dozens of women in all boroughs of the city were reported missing. Many of them reappeared several hours later unharmed but without any knowledge of what took place. Police are asking for anyone who has information about these abductions to please come forward..."

Alexis again changed the station as she got into Cassandra's car. It was just one of the many pet peeves that Cassandra had against the woman.

"So what's the deal? Had a change of heart?" Cassandra asked.

"It was incredible," Alexis replied. "Ms. O'Hara called me in the middle of the night telling me she felt terrible about having to let me go. She said while I couldn't still work at her magazine, she wanted me to come in to discuss some 'exciting opportunities at other major publications'." 

"Wow, that's nice of her," Cassandra said. "In fact, this might be the first time I've heard of her doing anything nice."

"I know!" Alexis shouted excitedly. 

"So how much of last night do you remember?" Cassandra asked carefully.

"The last thing I remember is puking after we left the bar. I was a hot mess, wasn't I?" said Alexis.

"Oh yeah."

"I didn't do anything too embarrassing, did I?"

Cassandra almost mentioned to Alexis that she had come onto her when she dropped her off but decided against it. "Nothing you wouldn't have done sober."

"You cheeky bitch."

As they were stopped in traffic, both the women's eyes were drawn to two women in a nearby alley. One of them looked very high class in a dress that had to have cost at least $5000. The other woman was a heavyset black prostitute wearing hooker boots. They were making out passionately against the alley wall, and the black woman turned the white woman around forcefully and pushed her up against the wall so that she was facing it. Cassandra and Alexis both wanted to look away but couldn't tear their eyes from the scene.

The black woman in boots got on her knees and lifted the other woman's dress above her waist. The black woman moved her head forward until it was right on the other woman's ass and crotch. Cassandra's mouth opened in shock as she viewed the hood rat eating out the elegant other woman from behind right in public view.

"Wow," Cassandra said. "Some people have no shame."

"I think it's kind of hot," Alexis replied.

"Really? Are you about to turn to the dark side?" Cassandra asked.

Alexis shrugged and said, "I can think of worse things. It might be fun. I just need the right person to turn me"

Cassandra grumbled, "I'm becoming surrounded by dykes."

Traffic began moving again and Cassandra's car was able to leave the decadent scene. As they sped away, Cassandra spared one final glance at the erotic scene in the alley. The rich white woman had her eyes closed and her mouth was open in pleasure as the prostitute licked her. They were oblivious to anyone who might be watching.

Cassandra and Alexis got to the office and began working as normal. Alexis seemed to be doing her work as dutifully as ever, even though she knew she would be gone by the end of the week. The day was progressing as usual until Cassandra got a call from Ms. O'Hara's secretary. "The editor would like to see you in her office," the secretary said.

Cassandra sighed and told Alexis, "Looks like I need to go see the bitch- I mean boss. Maybe I am going to be shitcanned just like you."

"Good luck," Alexis called after Cassandra as she walked to the double doors leading to O'Hara's office. Cassandra walked past the secretary's desk and knocked on the door labelled "Catherine O'Hara, Editor-in-Chief." Cassandra heard a voice call "You may enter" so she proceeded.

Ms. O'Hara reclined back in her comfortable chair with her legs put up on her desk. She wore long high heels and had stockings on her legs with a low-cut dress for her attire. She must be trying to relive her model days, Cassandra thought to herself, but those tight fitting stockings were not doing her widening figure any favors.

"Please sit," O'Hara gestured to the chair on the other side of the desk after Cassandra had entered.

"Thank you, Ms. O'Hara," Cassandra answered as she took a seat.

"Please, call me Catherine."

"Sure... Catherine."

Catherine crossed her arms and asked, "How long have you been working here, Cassie?"

"A little over four years, Ma'am."

"You have been an enormous boon to this company while you have been employed here, I must say."

"Thank you, Catherine," Cassandra said. "I'm glad my efforts are being noticed by management." Perhaps this impromptu meeting would bear some good news after all.

Catherine smiled and said, "Oh, you have definitely been noticed." Catherine got up from her chair and walked to the front of the desk. She sat on the edge of the desk only about a foot away from Cassandra. Catherine drew her legs up and Cassandra tried to avert her eyes as Catherine's bare thighs were exposed. Catherine leaned forward so that her cleavage was more pronounced.

"These layoffs have been very unfortunate, but these many open positions create a great opportunity for some of those who are willing to go the extra mile. The cream is going to rise to the top, so to speak. You have always shown drive and ambition, haven't you Cassie?"

Cassandra was dumbfounded. "Have I? I mean, I have."

"I always thought so, at any rate." Catherine said as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "I am considering making you Managing Editor for this publication. You would be in charge of the day-to-day operations while I oversee the overall creative direction of the magazine. You would be in a position to manage up to fifteen workers. Would you be interested in such a position? There would of course be a significant salary increase. Probably at least double what you make now."

Cassandra could hardly contain herself. She stumbled over her words as she said, "W-well. Um. Of course! I mean, I would cherish this opportunity if it became available to me." Cassandra tried not to show how desperately she wanted this promotion. This would mean the end of her financial troubles, maybe she could even afford to move to a nicer apartment.

"I'm glad to hear that. I need a dedicated young go-getter for this position. Someone who will do whatever it takes to succeed." As Catherine said this, she drew her legs up and spread her thighs so that her underwear was fully exposed. Even though she was pushing sixty, Catherine still wore lingerie so thin that they were nearly transparent. Cassandra could see the darker skin of Catherine's pussy through the fabric and some of Catherine's black pubic hair was spilling out of the sides and top of her underwear. Cassandra began to feel very uncomfortable. She could smell arousal wafting from Catherine's sex less a foot away from her face. Cassandra saw with disgust that Catherine's panties looked to be completely soaked through. Despite her abhorrence, something about Catherine's scent enticed Cassandra and she had to shake her head and lean back in her chair to dispel the naughty thought of tasting Catherine that suddenly crossed her mind. 

Catherine leaned back and pulled her underwear to the side to expose a wrinkled, hairy pussy that peeked out between her pudgy thighs. Her genitals glistened with wetness. Catherine rubbed the outside of her vagina with one hand as she said, "Bring that sexy tongue over here and lick my pussy, Cassie. Show me how badly you want this position."

"Ms. O'Hara!" Cassandra cried. "This is highly inappropriate!"

"Oh, be a sport," Catherine said in a simpering tone. "Here, just have a little taste and tell me if you like it." Catherine inserted two fingers inside her pussy and pulled out a thick, stringy mass of of goo that stuck to her fingers. Catherine moved her fingers closer to Cassandra's face as Cassandra leaned back in her chair as far as she could. Besides the unmistakable scent of Catherine's pussy, Cassandra detected a sweet, unknown smell that caused her mouth to salivate against her will. A far away voice echoed in in her brain saying to just try it and see what it was like. The voice that spoke unbidden in Cassandra's mind asked if she was afraid to have sex with a woman, or was simply afraid that she would enjoy it. Cassandra opened her mouth and prepared to suck on Catherine's wet fingers when she looked up at Catherine's face. For the first time, Cassandra actually made eye contact with Catherine and what she saw horrified her. Catherine's seemed almost blank, with no light of life behind them. Her dead eyes appeared to have no true intelligence behind them and looked like the eyes of a child's doll.

Cassandra became suddenly afraid and pushed her swivel chair backwards before Catherine's finger reached her mouth. "I'm sorry Catherine, but I think I have to decline your offer. While I am grateful for the opportunity, I don't think I am ready for that much responsibility yet."

Instead of becoming angry, Catherine pulled her dress back down and leaned forward smiling. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the top of her low-cut dress. "What a pity," she said. "You are turning down a tremendous opportunity. There are several of your co-workers who will not show the same reluctance. Many of them will do whatever it takes to get ahead, unlike you"

"Well, maybe I would not be so reluctant if I weren't being sexually harassed by my employer," Cassandra snapped back.

"Is that what you think that was? You are just delaying the inevitable, pretty soon you will be one of us."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't worry, you will find out soon enough. I should probably mention that I need you to work late tonight."

Cassandra had turned to leave but this information caused her head to snap back around. "What? Why?" she demanded.

"I've ordered a rewrite of our review of the new fall line from Versace. The rewrite will be done at 4 and I need you to work on the final copy until it is complete. We have to have this issue ready by the end of the week."

Cassandra sighed and murmured, "Okay... I'll get to work on it right away." This ruined all of Cassandra's plans for the evening. Granted, her plans mostly included a bottle of white wine and Netflix but they were plans nonetheless. Cassandra wouldn't be out of here until 10pm at the earliest. 

Cassandra turned to leave dejectedly when she heard Catherine speak again. "Oh, one more thing. Can you send your friend Alexis to visit me next? We still need to conduct her exit interview. I hope we can find a way to keep her around, she is such a dish."




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 01



Cassandra murmured assent, slightly amused that anyone would refer to her nerdy friend in such a way. As she walked out of the room Cassandra whispered to herself, "Whatever you say, you crazy old bitch."

Cassandra walked back to her desk and got Alexis' attention. "You will never believe what just happened in O'Hara's office." Cassandra proceeded to share all the details of her encounter with Catherine. The only part she left out was how Catherine's eyes looked. Cassandra didn't want her friend to think she was crazy.

"Wow!" Alexis said as Cassandra finished her story. "That is some crazy shit." Alexis thought to herself for a moment before she added "I'm almost surprised you didn't do it."

"What?" Cassandra asked incredulously. "Are you serious?"

"Managing Editor is what, the number two spot in this office?"

"Yep," Cassandra answered. "The person who had the position before is one of the unlucky few who got the slip of death yesterday."

"That is a hell of a promotion. I would have gone to town on that puss to have a chance like that."

"Gross!"

"Think about how much bank that would be. I would be her little pussy slave if it meant I would be clearing over $3000 a week."

"Well, here is your chance," Cassandra said as she pointed to Catherine's door. "She asked if you could be next to meet with her."

Alexis gulped and asked "Really?" Alexis hesitated before standing up. She always had trouble putting her money where her mouth was. 

"Well, are you ready to go all the way to keep your job?" Cassandra teased.

Alexis grinned and said, "I will be able to convince her with my quick wit and refined nature. You are the one who would need to resort to oral sex to keep a job."

"You cunt," Cassandra said as she punched Alexis lightly on the arm. "Just be careful." Cassandra watched Alexis walk to Catherine's secretary and speak with her a bit before knocking and entering Catherine's office. Cassandra put on her headphones and got back to work. She commenced with editing and researching for the newest issue, and when she finally looked up at her clock she noticed a whole hour had elapsed. Still no sign of Alexis, and Catherine's door was closed as it was whenever she spoke with someone in private. Cassandra began to worry for her friend as the clock kept moving until over an hour and a half had elapsed.

Finally, after nearly two hours the door opened and Alexis stumbled outside. Alexis looked back and forth as she were finding her bearings and then began walking back toward her desk. She seemed to be in almost a trancelike state, stumbling and oblivious to the rest of the office. When she sat down next to Cassandra she got back on her computer and continued working without acknowledging Cassandra's presence at all. Cassandra was relieved to see that Alexis' eyes looked normal still, though she was acting as if she were hypnotized. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Cassandra turned to Alexis and asked, "Are you okay, Lexi?"

Alexis turned toward Cassandra stiffly and grinned. She said, "Never been better. Why do you ask?"

"You were in there a long time," Cassandra said.

"Catherine and I discussed many things. I was able to convince her to keep me around here so we will still get to sit together."

"That's great," Cassandra said. Cassandra noticed a strange grayish-green looking mucus coating parts of Alexis' face. "I think you've got something on your mouth, Lexi." Cassandra rubbed her fingers against her own lips to indicate to Alexis where she needed to clean.

"Oh!" Alexis said with a hint of delight. She licked her lips and moved her tongue around her mouth to catch some more of it. She used a finger to push the slime on her chin into her mouth and then licked her finger dry.

"What exactly did you do to convince her?" Cassandra asked carefully. 

"Oh, that will be me and Catherine's little secret." Alexis said. "Unless you would like me to show you..." Alexis laid a hand on Cassandra's knee causing Cassandra to recoil.

"I'll take a pass this time. I'm going to get back to work." Cassandra tried to work on the Versace article but kept getting distracted by the way Alexis would stare at her. After having enough of Alexis' peering eyes, Cassandra went to have a cigarette on the balcony of this floor to try and get away for a bit. She had "quit" a few years ago but still had a cancer stick on occasion when she was feeling particularly stressed or drunk. When she came back to the office she decided to buy a drink from the vending machine in the staff lounge. As Cassandra faced the vending machine, waiting for her soda to dispense she felt a hand grasp her shoulder. She turned around and saw Alexis standing close behind her.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Cassandra?" Alexis asked.

"No... I don't think it has ever come up," Cassandra replied awkwardly.

"Well you are. I know everyone thinks your sister looks better, but I always thought you were way sexier."

Cassandra decided just to accept the compliment and move on. "Thanks, Lexi," Cassandra said as she tried to walk away. Alexis grabbed Cassandra by her hips forcefully and pushed her back against the vending machine. Alexis moved her face close to Cassandra's and was definitely invading her personal space.

"Why have we never hooked up?" Alexis' mouth was only inches away from Cassandra's. "We have so much in common, I think we would be a great match. I've always liked you as friend, but I like like you now"

"You know I'm not into women, Lexi." Cassandra said, feeling trapped. "You are making me feel very uncomfortable right now."

"How do you think you make me feel all the time? Wearing those tight little blouses and skirts all the time?" Alexis moved her hands down from Cassandra's hips and back behind Cassandra to grab her ass. Alexis wasn't just brushing her fingers against Cassandra's posterior, she was grabbing her full-on with a tight squeezing grip on Cassandra's buttocks. She leaned close to Cassandra's ear and whispered, "You make me so wet."

With Alexis' face so close, Cassandra could smell her meal from earlier. Cassandra could detect the now familiar scent of Catherine's pussy and the same sweet smell she had earlier detected. While the smell of her boss was repugnant, the other scent made Cassandra's muddled mind start swimming again. A voice in her head told her how soft Alexis' lips would feel, how good her friend's tongue would feel as it explored Cassandra's body. Alexis squeezed Cassandra's body closer to her while one hand moved between Cassandra's cheeks so her fingers skimmed against Cassandra's pussy. Cassandra couldn't help herself as she began capitulate. She leaned in for a kiss when she noticed male co-workers in the lounge staring at this display. The sight of her male cohorts staring at her broke Cassandra out of her reverie.

"That's enough, Lexi," Cassandra said as she pushed the other woman away. The other woman looked sulky as Cassandra had to forcefully remove Alexis' hands from her ass. Cassandra glared at the men and said, "Show's over, boys" as she left the lounge.

Cassandra got her laptop out and started working on one of the couches in the main office. Cassandra put headphones on so she could listen to the Clash as she worked.. She knew there was no way she could get her work done at her desk with Alexis sitting hear her. Cassandra was disturbed by the sudden change in her friend. Before today, she had never given any indication that she preferred the attentions of women. Sure, she had hit on women while drunk but Cassandra always thought that was to try and convince people how wild and crazy Alexis could be. Alexis had certainly never shown any notions toward Cassandra besides friendship. Cassandra wondered what exactly had happened between Alexis and their boss in Catherine's office. Though she should be focusing on her assignment, Cassandra keep spying on Catherine's office door. She was receiving more women privately, and Cassandra realized that it was only the female employees who had been fired yesterday. What a sleazy old hag, Catherine thought to herself. Catherine was taking advantage of her workers while they were in their most desperate state. Later in the afternoon, Cassandra saw Alexis enter the office for another audience. This particular session was much shorter with less than ten minutes spent inside.

Cassandra could see through the window that the sun was beginning to set. She had hardly done any work on the Versace article and couldn't leave until it was done. Cassandra tried to put the strange events of the day out of her mind and focus on her work. She had edited for hours into the night when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Cassandra jumped in fright when she saw it was Alexis.

"Don't worry, Cassie," Alexis said. "It's just me."

"What do you want?" Cassandra said brusquely.

"Hey, unwad your panties. I just wanted to tell you that Ms. O'Hara invited me to dinner with her." Alexis seemed more lucid now, and more like herself as well. She had taken her sweater off and was now wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt that fit snugly across her breasts. Her ginger hair had been pulled back into a ponytail as well.

"Well good for you," Cassandra snapped. "Are you going to talk or will you just be 'eating' the entire time?"

"Calm down. I just wanted to inform you that you are cordially invited as well. Catherine said you can put your assignment off till tomorrow if you join us tonight."

"Thank you, but I'll pass. I'd rather just get this done."

"Suit yourself. But you are missing out. Free dinner and drinks at a five-star restaurant."

"I'll be fine. I can just get take-out on the way home."

"Well, good night then." Before Alexis could turn to leave, Cassandra grabbed her friend by the hand.

Cassandra asked, "Did you mean what you said earlier, or are you just fucking with me?"

Alexis squeezed Cassandra's hand and replied, "I won't lie, I am attracted to you." Cassandra pulled her hand away from Alexis' and set it in her lap.

"When did this start?"

"Only recently. Very recently."

"Well I'm sorry, Alexis. I can't be your girlfriend."

Alexis laughed. "I don't want to date you, Cassie. I just want to have sex with you."

"Well, that isn't happening either. Sorry to disappoint you."

"I wouldn't speak too soon, dear. Something tells me your tongue will be inside me before the end of this week."

Cassandra was shocked at Alexis' frankness, but didn't pursue the topic any further. Instead, she said, "Be careful when you are with Catherine tonight. I don't trust her."

"I'll be fine. You are the one who needs to watch out." Before Cassandra could ask Alexis what that meant, the woman turned and left. Cassandra went back to her work and was able to edit uninterrupted for a few more hours. Having finally finished after 10pm, Cassandra began packing her things in her purse and briefcase and prepared to leave. As she walked to the elevator, Cassandra thought she heard a rustling and a woman's voice in a nearby hallway. Cassandra thought she was the last one here, but she had been listening to her IPod and was so focused on her work that she may have overlooked someone coming back. Her curiosity getting the better of her, Cassandra followed the source of the noises. As she got closer the noises became clearer until it was undeniably the sound of a woman moaning with an accompanying smacking sound. Cassandra entered a hallway and was confronted by an obscene sight a few feet away from her.

Alexis and Catherine must have returned at some point in the evening. Cassandra spotted Catherine leaning against the wall with her legs spread open while Alexis was on her knees with her head between Catherine's chubby thighs. Catherine's underwear and Alexis' glasses were lying on the floor nearby. Alexis held Catherine's dress up with both hands clutching the hem. The top of Catherine's dress was pulled down so that her sagging breasts were exposed. One uncovered breast displayed a large areola with a long, pointy nipple. The other breast was covered by one of Catherine's own hands. Catherine was moaning while she squeezed her breast with one hand. The other hand held Alexis' hair by the base of her ponytail and used the grip to force Alexis' mouth up and down her crotch. 

"Alexis, what are you doing!" Cassandra yelled.

Catherine looked up at Cassandra and smiled. She told her, "Lexi was just showing me how much she loves eating pussy. Isn't that right, my slut?"

Alexis stopped licking long enough to murmur, "Mmm-hmm" and then continued eating Catherine's pussy with vigor. Catherine began screeching in a high-pitched tone and grabbed the sides of Alexis' head with both hands. Catherine crushed Alexis' face into her pussy and bucked her pelvis back and forth against Alexis' mouth as she came. 

Cassandra knew she should just leave, but like a train wreck she couldn't look away. Catherine rubbed her pussy against Alexis' face, smearing her juices all over the younger woman. Catherine looked over at Cassandra with her dead eyes as she fucked Alexis' mouth and commanded, "Join us, Cassandra."

Alexis turned her head away from Catherine's pussy to look at Cassandra, though she did stick a finger inside Catherine to continue to please her. Alexis said to Cassandra in a monotone voice, "Yes. Join us. Catherine and I can make you feel so amazing." Cassandra could see that Alexis' face was now covered with the same greenish slime she had seen earlier. Alexis stood up and began walking towards Cassandra. "Come give me a kiss, Cassie."

Suddenly fearful, Cassandra shouted "No!" and fled from the decadent scene. She ran to the elevator lobby and when she reached the elevators she pushed the down button as quickly as possible. The button lit up to indicate that an elevator car had been called, but Cassandra had no idea what floor it was on. Cassandra could see the door to the stairwell nearby, but had no idea whether it would be faster to climb down over sixty flights of stairs or wait for an elevator. Though she knew it would do no good, she pressed the down button repeatedly and hoped a door would open before Catherine or Alexis caught her. 

"Cassie..." Cassandra heard Alexis' sing-songy voice call out to her. "Come and play with us." Finally, an elevator door opened and Cassandra jumped in, hoping she was far enough ahead of Alexis. Cassandra saw her just turning around the corner as the elevator door closed. Cassandra's heart raced as the car plummeted down to the ground floor. After she reached the bottom, Cassandra ran out of the building and down the block to her parking garage. Cassandra's heart kept pounding in her chest as she located her vehicle and drove home as quickly as as possible. 

When she arrived in her apartment, Cassandra locked and bolted the front door before rushing through the entryway. The first thing she did was plug her phone into the charger connected to a receptacle in the kitchen since the phone was nearly out of battery. Cassandra could tell Sherri was home now since the door to her room was closed where it hadn't been earlier that morning. Cassandra didn't see Anna, but knew she was home since her backpack and camera were sitting on the couch. Anna wouldn't go anywhere without her camera.

Cassandra tried to get ready for bed as quickly as possible. She hoped a good night of sleep would help her forget the strange events of the day. Cassandra walked toward her room when she heard a loud rustling and a moan from Sherri's room. It was the all too familiar sound of another bedroom conquest for Sherri. Cassandra groaned as she recalled that Sherri and her sister had planned a date for tonight. It sounded like Anna had not taken her sister's advice to take things slowly.

"Oooh, lick my pussy Anna!" Cassandra could Sherri cry from her bedroom. "Right there, that's it. How do you like your first taste of pussy? Don't stop to tell me, I can see by your face that you love it." 

Cassandra's face flushed red with embarrassment as she heard her best friend talking dirty to her younger sister. It was obvious from the noises Cassandra heard that Anna's tongue was currently inside of Sherri. Cassandra would definitely have to speak to Sherri about how Anna wasn't just another skank for her to hook up with. If she was going to be with Cassandra's sister Sherri needed to show the young girl more respect.

"Oh, I'm coming!" Cassandra heard Sherri cry out. "Don't stop now. Uhh... oohhh fucking coming right in your mouth. Yes, lick it all up." Cassandra was beyond embarrassed and had no idea how she would deal with the awkwardness of seeing either of her roommates tomorrow morning . Cassandra changed into her pajamas and quickly readied herself for bed. She tiptoed out of her bedroom to try and reach the bathroom without disturbing her roommates. Cassandra thought she could make it without anyone hearing, but an errant toe on one of the wooden floorboards made a loud squeaking noise.

Sherri's door slowly swung open. Sherri walked into the living room wearing only her bra and underwear. Cassandra had seen her friend in her underwear and even naked before and paid it no mind. They were best friends as well as being roommates so it was natural that they had seen each other bare skinned before. But seeing Sherri dressed in sexy, black lingerie for her younger sister's benefit made Cassandra feel super uncomfortable.

Sherri was biracial, having a white father and black mother for parents. Her soft, smooth skin was colored a beautiful light ebony tone and her eyes were dark brown with monstrously long eyelashes. Her short, dark hair stuck straight out in all directions. Sherri had several ear piercings as well as a nose and lip ring. Not to mention the tongue stud. She had piercings in other, more private areas as well. Cassandra had actually had more piercings than Sherri at one time, but now only wore a single ring on each ear since she had obtained her current job. Sherri's body was slim and statuesque with lightly toned muscles that made her look like a living replica of a Greek statue.

"Hey, Cassie. Long time, no see," Sherri said as she smiled widely and walked closer to Cassandra. "Did you miss me?"

"Having fun with my sister, Sher Bear?" Cassandra asked icily.

"Oh, that." Sherri waved her arm as if the tryst was of no consequence. "I'm sorry if we disturbed you. Little Anna is very eager to learn. And I am very willing to teach." Sherri continued smiling and staring at Cassandra creepily. Cassandra did not like the way she was looking at her. It reminded her of a predator eyeing its prey.

"How could you? You knew she was off limits."

"No one is off limits any more. Oh, don't worry. I didn't make her do anything she wasn't perfectly willing to. She fucking begged to taste my pussy."

"What's wrong with you Sherri? You are not acting like yourself."

"That's where you are wrong, Cassie." Sherri creeped closer, causing Cassandra to walk backwards instinctively. "I am more myself than ever before." Cassandra kept backing up until she felt her back press against the wall. She was pinned against wall and Sherri closed in until she stood less than a foot away.

"I want to speak with Anna," Cassandra said nervously. "I don't trust you with her." 

"I'm afraid she isn't feeling very alert right now. She will be recovering for a bit now that I've just rocked her fucking world." 

Cassandra knew she should just leave it alone, but it was hard not to see Anna as the little girl who always needed her big sister's help. Cassandra and Sherri had been friends since they were little girls, and if she couldn't trust Sherri with her sister then there was no one else left on Earth she could trust.

"I don't want you to see her any more. She is young and confused."




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 01



"Well, what would you prefer for an alternative?" Sherri moved in closer to Cassandra their faces were separated by mere inches. "I'll tell you what, I will leave your sister alone..." Sherri put her hands on Cassandra's hips, hooking her fingers into the bands on the sides of Cassandra's pajama pants. "...as long as you take her place in my bed." 

Sherri pulled Cassandra close, pressing their bodies up against each other. Cassandra's hands gripped the wall, trying to find an escape. Now that Sherri was closer, Cassandra could see into her eyes. She saw with horror that they looked the same as Catherine's. Blank, lifeless doll eyes stared out of Sherri's eye sockets. She still seemed able to perceive everything around her, but Sherri's eyes appeared to have no true sentience behind them.

"What are you?" Cassandra whispered. "What happened to my friend?"

"It's still me," Sherri said, grinning. "The only thing that has changed is my perspective. I am part of something now. You will understand soon enough."

"I don't think I want to."

"You won't have a choice." Sherri changed the subject. "Did you know that you're the reason I became a lesbian?" 

"What are you talking about?"

"I've had a crush on you since we were young girls. I've never been able to say it until now. I could never understand why I didn't feel the same way about boys that I felt about you. But I knew I could never tell you because you didn't love me the same way."

"I don't believe you. Whatever is controlling you is making you say this."

"I would never lie to you," Sherri said as her hand moved up to caress Cassandra's cheek. "I've fantasized about you for over fifteen years. I imagined how soft your lips would feel on mine." Sherri took a finger from the hand on Cassandra's cheek and placed it on Cassandra's lips. Sherri closed her eyes and sighed with delight as she felt Cassandra's mouth against her finger. "I wondered how it would feel to have your hand on my body." Sherri's other hand grabbed one of Cassandra's hands and placed it on her own breast. Sherri shoved Cassandra's hand under her bra so Cassandra was touching her bare breast. Cassandra could feel Sherri's nipple between her fingers as Sherri clenched her hand around Cassandra's, forcing Cassandra to squeeze Sherri's left breast. Sherri's chest was medium-sized and just small enough that Cassandra's hand fit over Sherri's breast perfectly.

Sherri whispered in Cassandra's ear, "I always bring home girls to fuck here. But every time they pleasure me I wish it were your mouth instead of theirs. Every time I eat a pussy I imagine it is yours I am tasting." Sherri stuck her tongue out and licked inside Cassandra's ear. Cassandra was distressed to find herself beginning feel aroused. Sherri's caresses and softly whispered sentiments would drive anyone mad, and Cassandra was no exception. Cassandra couldn't help herself from squeezing Sherri's breast again and rubbing her nipple with her thumb. 

All of a sudden, Cassandra realized what was happening and pulled her hand out of Sherri's bra. Sherri grabbed Cassandra's hand by the wrist and said, "Cassie, all I want is for you to touch me. I need you so badly." She guided Cassandra's reluctant hand down to her panties and placed Cassandra's hand on the outside near her groin. Cassandra could feel that Sherri's underwear were soaking wet and her secretions were leaking through the fabric and down her thighs.

Cassandra recoiled and ripped her hand away from her friend's crotch. "No!" she shouted. "I'm not going to let you seduce me." Cassandra pulled away from Sherri and backed toward the living room.

If Sherri was disappointed, she didn't let it show. "What a pity," she said as she followed Cassandra, "No matter. You will be mine eventually. Besides, if I can't have you tonight I still have the next best thing keeping my bed warm right now. Ah, speak of the devil." 

Cassandra looked over and saw her sister walking out of Sherri's room. She was naked from the waist-up, her large breasts that Cassandra had always secretly envied on full display. She was wearing underwear, but it was a thin, lacy thong that left little to the imagination. Cassandra had no idea that her sister owned any underwear that slutty-looking. Sherri walked over to Anna and put an arm around her waist. Cassandra was relieved to see that her sister's eyes still looked human, but she seemed to be in a trance with her attention not entirely focused on the world around her.

"How was your first lesbian experience, Anna?" Sherri asked.

"It was so amazing!" Anna exclaimed as she looked over at Sherri and smiled. "I didn't know pussy could taste that sweet."

"Well not all pussies, my dear. Mine is special. But I bet your sister's tastes almost as good." Sherri had the audacity to wink at Cassandra as she said this.

"Mmm, I can only imagine." Anna said as she licked her lips. "Can I watch while you lick my sister's pussy?" Cassandra felt shocked that her own sister would speak of her in such a way. 

"That all depends on Cassie. She is being very uptight this evening," said Sherri.

"I am going to bed," Cassandra said gruffly. "A good night to the both of you."

"Are you sure you don't want to play with us?" Sherri asked before she leaned over and began suckling on Anna's neck. Sherri reached one hand down inside Anna's underwear and began rubbing. Anna moaned and looked at her sister as she propositioned, "You should join us, Sis. We would all have so much fun playing together."

Instead, Cassandra rushed to her room and slammed the door shut. She locked the door to her bedroom before she huddled underneath the blanket covers. It was the first time she had ever locked her door in this apartment. Cassandra wondered if she should try calling someone for help, but cursed when she realized she had left her phone in the kitchen. Cassandra didn't feel brave enough to venture outside her room while Sherri was out there.

A few minutes after Cassandra hid under her blankets, she heard the door handle wiggle as someone tried opening it. Cassandra heard Sherri laugh softly from the other side of the door. Cassandra figured there was nothing to do but try and make it through the night and hope that Sherri was gone in the morning. Cassandra tried to sleep, but the walls were so thin that she could hear Anna and Sherri talking in the next room over. 

"Do you think Cassie will come around soon?" Anna asked, her voice slightly muffled by the walls separating the rooms.

"All it takes is one moment of weakness, then she will succumb. It is only a matter of time now. It amuses me to see her fight it for so long. The more she fights, the more fun I have bending her to my control. You tried to fight as well, but didn't resist for very long."

"I'm so much happier now that I'm yours. I can't wait until Cassie is with us too."

"Well, we can still enjoy ourselves until Cassandra stops refusing the call of the Hive. Bring that sweet young pussy over here." 

Cassandra heard the sound of Sherri's bed springs squeaking through the wall. Cassandra could distinctly hear her sister moaning as Sherri pleasured her in ways Cassandra could only imagine. They had been going at it for over half an hour with no end in sight. She tried to muffle the sound with a pillow over her ears but it was not sufficient enough to drown out the clamor of Anna's pleasure. Whatever Sherri was doing, it was causing Anna to wail at the top of lungs.

Cassandra felt exhausted but was too scared to sleep. She knew the only surefire way to put her to sleep was to masturbate like usual. Her frustration finally overcoming her inhibitions, Cassandra reached a hand down into her pajama pants and began fingering her pussy and rubbing against the outside of her vagina. She was already involuntarily wet (or at least that's what Cassandra told herself) from Sherri's attempted seduction. Cassandra's pleasure mounted as her sister's moans echoed through the apartment. Cassandra found it impossible not to imagine what Sherri might be doing to her sister a room away. Was she just licking Anna, or were Sherri's fingers penetrating Cassandra's innocent sister as well? Sherri had slept with dozens of women, how amazing must her experienced tongue feel? Cassandra pushed her other hand down into her pants and massaged the her clitoris. The opposite hand inserted three of its fingers into her pussy and began wriggling them back and forth. 

As Cassandra felt her orgasm beginning , she overheard Sherri and Anna talking again. "Do you wish this was your sister's tongue licking you?"

Anna moaned louder and said, "Oh God yes. I want her to punish me. Just like when we played teacher and student as children and I was being a naughty little girl."

Cassandra was shocked to hear this incestous filth from her sister's lips, but she was too close to her climax to stop pleasuring herself now and she stimulated her genitals even more vigorously. 

"I want to lick Cassandra the same way you are licking me right now. I want to make my own sister come" Anna's voice had grown steadily louder until she was practically yelling. Anna had reached her climax and was shrieking in bliss the same time that Cassandra felt her own climax arrive. The Dworkin sisters shared a simultaneous orgasm in separate rooms, each one fantasizing naughtily about the other as they came. 

As Cassandra's orgasmic bliss faded, she instantly felt ashamed with herself. She rolled on to her side and worried about what tomorrow would bring. Her sexual needs finally satisfied, Cassandra fell quickly to sleep.

Day Three

Cassandra woke to the sound of birds chirping outside. At first, she felt confused by the rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds but quickly realized the phone she used for an alarm was still in the kitchen. "Fuck!" Cassandra cursed as she looked at her clock and saw she was already an hour late to work. Cassandra briefly thought of skipping work entirely, but knew that missing a day of work would spell the end of her tenure at that publication. Cassandra couldn't afford to be job-hunting right now. She was already behind on one rent payment, if they couldn't make the next one she would be putting herself and both Sherri and Anna out on the street within the week. 

The events of the previous day forgotten momentarily, a panicked Cassandra started getting ready immediately. She changed into a white blouse and pants and applied makeup as quickly as possible. She barely had time to brush her teeth and certainly had no time for coffee or breakfast. Cassandra could see Anna had gone to her Wednesday classes like normal; her camera and backpack were no longer on the couch. Sherri must have also left sometime before Cassandra awoke, there was no sign of her anywhere in the apartment. 

Cassandra wondered if she had simply imagined the weirdness from the previous day. She had probably just interrupted in the middle of her sister and best friend having sex with each other and freaked out, totally misreading the situation. Yes, Alexis and Catherine were acting strange but maybe they had just hit it off after their private conference. The sex seemed to be consensual, and they were both getting something out of it. Catherine was receiving the sexual attention Cassandra had been unwilling to give her, and Alexis was keeping a job she thought she had lost. Though Cassandra tried to rationalize all this odd behavior, she still became doubtful that Catherine or Sherri had good intentions when she thought of what she saw in their eyes.

Alexis would have to be on her own for a ride today, Cassandra thought. She was already going to be nearly two hours late, and if the woman had wanted a ride that badly she could have called Cassandra to wake her up in time. Maybe Catherine had given her a ride, Alexis had surely shared a bed with the lustful hag last night. Cassandra drove as quickly as she could, oblivious to anything except the traffic blocking her path. If she had paid closer attention to the radio she might have overheard that over a hundred women had been reported missing in the last two days.

Cassandra finally arrived at her office a little after 10. Cassandra snuck in, hoping nobody would notice how late she was. Tardy twice in three days, that would not look good at a time when employees were being laid off en masse. As Cassandra glanced around the office on the way to her desk everything at her workplace seemed to be proceeding normally. But something seemed off. Cassandra scoped around the office as she sat at her desk and turned her computer on. Alexis had evidently found her way here somehow, Cassandra could she had a full cup of steaming hot coffee sitting at her desk. The woman herself was nowhere to be found. Cassandra finally realized what looked different about the office, none of her male co-workers were anywhere to be found. "How odd," Cassandra said to herself.

Cassandra had completed the final edit of the feature story for the next issue, but she still needed to make copies to distribute to Ms. O'Hara and the rest of the senior staff. Cassandra figured it would be easiest to just send a pdf of the final story in an email, but Catherine insisted on receiving hard copies of all final drafts. Cassandra grumbled to herself about the extra steps she was being forced to take as she stood up and walked to the office supply room the photocopier was located in. 

Cassandra nearly dropped the pages she held in shock as she walked in the supply room. Alexis was sitting on a counter still wearing the same shirt from yesterday but also completely naked from the waist-down. She was leaning back against a cupboard and had her thick, pale thighs spread open as wide as possible. Naive, an eighteen year-old intern who was the sweetest and most naive, innocent girl Cassandra had ever met had her face buried between Alexis' gripped the cupboard with the palm of her hand while the other hand rested on Naomi's platinum blonde hair. Alexis' hand stroked Naomi's hair and pushed down on her head gently, encouraging the teenager to move her mouth up and down Alexis' crotch. 

Alexis noticed Cassandra enter and greeted her. "Hey, Cassie! You game to take a turn after Naomi is done here? You would never believe this is her first time licking pussy." Alexis looked down at the young girl licking her and asked, "What do you think of it, my pet?"

Naomi removed her tongue from Alexis' pussy long enough to say, "I love it. Thank you for letting me taste your delicious pussy," before returning to her meal. Cassandra, too shocked to think or speak coherently just mumbled, "Got to make copies," as she began running the pages she had edited through the copier.

Alexis continued to converse with Cassandra nonchalantly even though Naomi's tongue on her genitals was making Alexis moan and start to breathe faster. "Suit yourself, Cassie. I have to tell you, you really missed out last night. Ms. O'Hara introduced me to someone you just have to meet. The three of us had mindblowing sex all night long. Oh, that's good Naomi. Right there is the spot."

Cassandra looked around wondering if anyone else in the office had noticed this audacious display as the copier finished its work. One woman did come into the supply room to grab a box of pens, but when she noticed Alexis and Naomi she simply smiled at them and went about her business.

Alexis' moaning grew louder until she said to Cassandra through labored breaths, "I'm about to come. You want to watch?" Alexis' body began shaking and she leaned forward to take Naomi's head with both her hands and grind her pussy messily against the girl's face. Naomi had her tongue sticking straight out to lick Alexis' pussy as it passed by her mouth. Alexis left her wetness smeared all over the young girls' face. Her copies finally finished, Cassandra strode out of the room content to miss the end of the show. 

Cassandra sat back down at her desk and tried to tune out the rest of her surroundings. She put on her headphones and listened to Radiohead while she attempted to focus entirely on her work. She couldn't help looking up and noticing a world gone mad. She noticed women sneaking under coworkers' desks and pulling underwear down to pleasure a coworker. Two women laid on one of the couches in the corner, kissing passionately and running their hands all over each other's bodies. Women that Cassandra had known and worked with for years seemed to have become pussy-hungry sluts overnight. 

At lunch, Cassandra went to the staff lounge to eat the only thing she could stomach: a cup of yogurt she had left in the fridge the previous week. Cassandra had discovered a few women who had yet to succumb to the mania gripping the rest of the office. The five of them that remained sat awkwardly at a table in the lounge together. Two of them joked nervously about the lesbian pandemic that seemed to have infected all the women in the office. One woman mentioned that the men had all been fired and instructed not to return. Gretchen, a woman with a hard, judgmental set to her eyes vowed that every homosexual was an affront to God and that all the sinners in this office would roast in hell. Ivy, a seventy year-old typist joked that at her age she would do anything to get off, so they might as well have her. All the women except Cassandra laughed at her joke. Their amusement rang false to Cassandra as she noticed the worry in their faces. The group of women eyed each other wondering who would be the next to succumb. Cassandra began stirring her Key Lime flavored yogurt, but before she could eat any she noticed how similar its light green color looked to the secretion she had seen on Alexis' face. Despite her rabid hunger, Cassandra instantly lost her appetite.

After lunch, Cassandra sat at her desk trying to ignore the frivolity taking place around her. Women were pairing off into two, three, or even four person groups. Cassandra averted her eyes and kept telling herself that she just needed to make it through today and then she would start looking for a new job away from this madness. Cassandra was dismayed to notice that the remaining unaffected women were dropping like flies. One by one, they were each called into Catherine's office. By the time they left, they were changed. Grace, one of the women who had been joking at the lunch table earlier left Catherine's office and immediately crawled underneath Catherine's secretary's desk. Both Grace and the secretary Helen were middled-aged, and even though they were both mothers neither could be considered attractive enough to call a MILF.

From Cassandra's desk, she had a bird's eye view of Grace pulling down the secretary's panties. Grace hiked up Helen's skirt to begin eating her out. The secretary put one hand under the table to rest on Grace's head while she eat Helen's pussy. Helen used her free hand to take phone calls and file papers as of there were nothing taking place below the desk.

Another of the last holdouts left Catherine's office to join a daisy-chain that Alexis was currently at the head of. Alexis sat on the edge of a couch while a different redheaded woman who worked as a receptionist sat on her hands and knees as she performed oral sex on Alexis. Another woman, this one an attractive brunette storywriter was on all fours behind the redhead. The brunette pulled the redheads pants and underwear down past her thighs and placed her hands on the pale, freckled ass. The writer pushed her hands apart to spread the receptionist's holes open. The brunette licked her tongue up and down the ginger's asscrack, licking her pussy and anus in equal measure. The uptight Christian Gretchen who had earlier condemned all gays and lesbians to eternal damnation sat behind the brunette and began fingering her with one hand while the other hand reached into her pants so she could masturbate herself.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 01



The gorgeous model Kate Upton had been featured in the magazine several times, and was scheduled to be in the office today for this month's cover photo shoot. Instead of working, Kate layed down on the floor so she could eat every pussy being offered to her. A line of women stood waiting their turn behind Kate and her current partner. Cassandra saw one of the last women who had resisted get in the back of the line where each woman waited their turn to sit on Kate's face until they came.

The oldest and youngest employees played together as well. Naomi was on the floor, laying on top of Ivy in a sixty-nine position. They had positioned themselves so their mouths were right next to each others pussies. Naomi didn't seem to mind that Ivy was old enough to be her grandmother as she munched down on Ivy's gray-haired pussy. Ivy sighed and moaned as she tasted the sweet flesh of a beautiful young girl while the young one licked her dry pussy.

Cassandra couldn't help being mesmerized by the perverse sights that surrounded her. She felt slightly aroused by all this debauchery, but the uneasiness and awkwardness of it all far outweighed that feeling. Cassandra was about to say 'Fuck it' and leave when her telephone rang, which scared Cassandra half to death. She jumped out of her chair from fright before calming herself enough to answer the call. 

"Ms. Dworkin, this is Helen. Ms. O'Hara would like to see you now." Cassandra could see Catherine's secretary on the phone talking to her from across the room. Helen's pussy was still being worked on by Grace underneath the desk, but now an additional woman was standing behind Helen. The new woman had pulled down on Helen's clothes to free her large bosom from her blouse. Helen's breasts were squeezed and nipples pinched by the new woman while she sucked on Helen's neck. You would never be able to tell from Helen's tone over the phone that she was being eaten out the same time her breasts were being massaged. Cassandra couldn't help but feel amused at how the woman was still all-business.

This felt like a trap if there ever was one, Cassandra thought. But Cassandra had an axe to grind and wanted to give Catherine a piece of her mind about the type office the editor-in-chief was running. Cassandra never backed down from a challenge, and now she wanted to show the bully that she wasn't afraid and that she would never succumb to her base desires like the rest of the weaklings in this office. Cassandra stood up and walked to O'Hara's office, receiving a wink from Helen as she walked in. Grace and the other woman had mouths over both Helen's breasts, and were using their teeth and tongues to stimulate Helen's nipples. 

Catherine threw the double doors open as she marched into Catherine's office. Ms. O'Hara was sitting at her desk, cutting and pasting images from different magazines together on a sheet. Catherine still retained creative control over what would be on the cover for each issue. She was currently working on a grotesque pastiche where she took photos of scantily clad women in sexual poses and combined them with images of animals pasted where the women's heads should be. Cassandra noticed squid and bug heads in place of models' heads. Catherine used a ruler to cut as straight and precisely as possible. When she looked up at Cassandra's entrance, Cassandra could see that she still had the same empty stare looking out from her eyes.

"Don't sit." Catherine ordered. She left the scissors on the table but held onto the ruler as she stood up. "I've noticed that you have been arriving to work late a lot. Do you feel the rules no longer apply to you?"

Cassandra snapped back, "From the looks of things, it doesn't look like any rules apply any more."

Catherine huffed as she paced back and forth. "So impudent." Catherine asked, "This is still a workplace, is it not? I expect rules of dress, timeliness and professionalism to be strictly followed or else you will be shown the door." 

"That's fine by me. I can make it without debasing myself for this job. And what's wrong with how I dress anyways? I dress way more professionally than some of the sluts I've seen working here."

Catherine grinned at Cassandra and replied, "The problem with your dress is that you still have it on." Cassandra began blushing while Catherine continued, "You think you can just find another job? Just like that? In this economy?"

Cassandra bit her lip as she thought about the stacks of unpaid bills piling up on her kitchen counter. Missing just one paycheck would likely ruin her. "I'll find something." Cassandra said. "I can no longer work in this type of environment."

"If you leave, I am contacting every magazine, newspaper, temp service, and hot dog stand in a fifty mile radius and telling them never to hire Cassandra Dworkin. Who would want to hire such a bitter and disloyal employee?"

Cassandra began to worry now. Catherine had a lot of influence in the industry and could probably blacklist Cassandra from any of the good jobs still remaining in this city. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Catherine walked closer to Cassandra and said, "That all depends on your perspective. I see it as giving you a last chance to keep your job. You are a great editor, and your work shows a lot of promise. I would hate to lose you. I also believe you have a lot of hidden talents just waiting to be shared." Catherine winked at Cassandra as she said the last part. "That being said, you are way out of line and have prove to me that you deserve to keep this job."

"What do I need to do?" Cassandra asked desperately.

"Accept your punishment and then we can move on from this unpleasantness," Catherine replied. She walked behind Cassandra and smacked her ass through the back of her skirt. Cassandra gasped at the sudden stinging pain on her bum. Catherine's hand lingered on Cassandra's ass for a few seconds and gave Cassandra's pained buttcheek a gentle rub.

Catherine put her mouth next to Cassandra's ear and commanded, "Bend over the desk."

Cassandra made a small noise in her throat and made as if to resist when Catherine demanded more insistently, "Do it. Now, bitch." Cassandra couldn't explain why she went along with it. It was partly due to her desperation of needing just a few more days at this job before she could escape. It might also be because she was sick of resisting and felt close giving up. But she also had to finally admit that she was really turned on. She had fantasized about this exact scenario of being dominated and spanked someday, but had never imagined it could happen in real life. 

Cassandra bent over and extended the palms of her hands to the end of the desk. The outline of Cassandra's posterior revealed itself through her tight skirt. "Push that ass out more," Catherine commanded. Cassandra stepped her high-heeled shoes forward slightly and leaned her back upwards so her ass was pointing right up at Catherine's face. 

While Anna was prettier and had larger breasts than her sister, the one advantage Cassandra's body possessed was a perfect ass. Cassandra's backside was just plump enough with not to much fat. Catherine was appreciating the view now. 

"Now lift your shirt up above your waist," Catherine ordered. 

Cassandra held her pose as she reached her hands back and pulled her knee-high skirt up above her waist. She put her hands back on the desk. In her rush to leave this morning, Cassandra had grabbed the first clean pair of underwear she could find. It happened to be very unsexy granny panties that she normally only wore during the part of her cycle when she was menstruating. Catherine didn't seem to mind as she let out a grunt of appreciation and said, "This ass definitely has to be your best asset. Of which you have many." 

Catherine grabbed the sides of Cassandra's underwear in one hand and squeezed the material together. She pulled up on the fabric so that the underwear was wedged in the crack of Cassandra's ass. Cassandra let out a sigh involuntarily as the fabric rode up on her and rubbed against her vulva. With Cassandra's buttocks now prominently displayed, Catherine squeezed and pinched both of her cheeks. Catherine ran the ruler she held down the spine of Cassandra's back, causing Cassandra to shudder as she felt a tickling sensation throughout her body. 

THWACK! Cassandra cried out as the ruler was smacked hard on her left asscheek. SMACK! Cassandra cried out again when the ruler made contact with her other cheek. "Are you going to be late again, Cassie?" 

"No, Ms. O'Hara."

"You may refer to me as Mistress." WHAP!

"Yes, Mistress. I won't be late again. I promise." Cassandra couldn't help thinking about how hot this was through the pain. She could feel herself becoming more aroused.

"Are you going to listen and follow orders from now on?" THWAP!

"Yes, Mistress."

"Will you be nicer to your friend Alexis? I think you are starting to hurt her feelings when you refuse her all the time" SMACK!

"Yes, Mistress. Whatever you want." Red imprints now covered Cassandra's ass. While it hurt, she had a fairly high pain tolerance and it didn't bother her that much.

THWACK! Catherine hit Cassandra one more time, this one the hardest yet. "I think you have learned your lesson. You can be done."

"Mistress, may I please have another?" Cassandra couldn't help herself, she had always dreamed about asking or being asked this.

"Oh, so that's how it is? Gladly." Catherine swung the ruler across Cassandra's entire ass, smacking both asscheeks at the same time. Cassandra grunted in pain as the force of the blow rocked her forward. Catherine put her hand between Cassandra's cheeks and rubbed Cassandra's pussy through her underwear. "Oh my," Catherine marvelled. Cassandra felt ashamed when she heard the squishy noise of Catherine rubbing the outside of her vagina. She had become so turned on by the spanking that she had completely soaked through her underwear.

"I want to fuck you so badly right now." Catherine said. "But another has been given the gift of turning you."

Cassandra looked back at Catherine. "Excuse me?" she asked.

"Never mind that." Catherine waved her hand. "Attend to your clothes and get back to work. The job is yours for as long as you want it. You earned it."

Cassandra readjusted her underwear and pulled her skirt back down as she stood up. "Thank you," she said to Catherine resentfully. 

"Hopefully you will behave yourself and another one of these little sessions will not be necessary." Catherine brought the fingers that had been touching Cassandra to her mouth and tasted them. "Unless you want to misbehave on purpose so we can do this again." Catherine laughed playfully and then said, "You may go." 

While Cassandra walked out Catherine had to have the last word as usual. "I can't wait until the next time we converse. I expect the Versace piece on my desk before the end of the day." Catherine turned back to her work and waved her hand at Cassandra dismissively as if nothing untoward had occurred in her office. 

When Cassandra re-entered the office, little had changed. The orgy continued, with partners being the only thing that had switched while Cassandra and Catherine had their little "conference". Cassandra sat back at her desk and tried to zone out the surrounding depravity. She tried to think of a final recourse to solve this issue and eventually decided to call the owner of the newspaper, Xavier Magnuson. She dialed the number for his office phone, but got his secretary instead.

A female voice on the other side of the line said, "Magnuson Publishing. This is Xavier Magnuson's office. How may I help you?" 

"I need to speak with Mr. Magnuson immediately."

"May I ask who is speaking?"

"This is Cassandra Dworkin. I work at Fashionistas on the 69th floor."

"What is the nature of your call?"

"Only I can tell him. Please put him on."

"Ma'am, Mr. Magnuson is an extremely busy individual. This needs to be a true emergency for him to answer a call at this time."

"It is one. Please put him on.

"Please hold."

Cassandra heard soft piano music filtering through the handpiece as she waited, tapping her foot impatiently. Cassandra groaned when she noticed a very naked Alexis leading a stark naked Ivy to her desk. Though Alexis was pushing middle age, Ivy still had to have at least forty years older. Cassandra had only seen a naked woman this old when as a little girl she had seen her grandmother getting out of the shower. Ivy had short, curly gray hair and wore thick, bronze wire glasses. Her arms and legs were wrinkled and wiry, though she had folds of fat bunching on her stomach and around her pelvis. Her breasts sagged sharply to either side of her chest. Ivy was like the office grandmother, always baking cookies and bringing candy for her coworkers. An excellent seamstress, Ivy often took women's ripped or damaged dresses and repaired them at home.

"Hey, Cass," Alexis said as she sat on the edge of her desk. "Good afternoon, dear," said old, sweet Ivy to Cassandra as she sat on Alexis' desk chair. Alexis spread her legs open as she put her hands back on the desk and set her feet on each arm of the chair. Alexis' pussy gaped open for Cassandra and Ivy to view. Alexis had a large bush of pubic hair surrounding her vagina, which Cassandra noticed was the exact same light red color as Alexis' scalp. Ivy took two of her withered fingers and extended them until they touched Alexis' pussy. Ivy rubbed her fingers against Alexis' labia before moving them apart to spread Alexis open. She stuck two of her fingers inside Alexis as she sighed. 

"Oh, how nice," Ivy said as her fingers penetrated inside Alexis' cunt. "You feel so warm and wet."

"That's right, baby."

Ivy seemed to be content exploring Alexis with the tips of her fingers, but Alexis was growing impatient. She brought her hand forward to grab Ivy by the wrist and jammed her wrinkly fingers into Alexis' cunt. Alexis put her hand back behind herself and moaned as Ivy moved her fingers in and out of Alexis' slit. Alexis rocked her pelvis back against Ivy's fingers so that her digits penetrated deeper. 

"Come on, you sexy old broad. Come here and have a taste," Alexis said with a smile. Ivy smiled back and leaned forward to put her lips on Alexis' sex. Alexis took off Ivy's glasses and caressed her face as Ivy's mouth opened over Alexis' pussy, a surprisingly tender motion. 

Cassandra had no choice but to watch the performance as she waited for the line to go off hold. Finally, the background music stopped and Cassandra heard an answer: "Ms. Dworkin?"

"This is she."

"I am afraid that Mr. Magnuson is currently indisposed. Please explain your need and I will relay it to him at a later time."

"I would rather talk directly to Mr. Magnuson." Cassandra glanced over at Alexis and Ivy again. Though Ivy's mind was as sharp as ever (or at least it had been), she had begun losing some of her dexterity as she aged. Since Ivy's tongue wasn't really able to lick Alexis flexibly enough, so she tried pleasuring the younger woman by sticking her tongue straight out and rubbing her face against Alexis' crotch. Ivy's saliva combined with the secretions of Alexis' arousal into a wet, sloppy mass that coated Alexis' genitals and Ivy's kind, aged face. Alexis didn't seem to mind, and in fact appeared to be relishing the sloppiness. Alexis put a hand on the back of Ivy's head and she rubbed her pussy against Ivy's open mouth. 

"You can tell me this information and I will ensure that he is told of its importance." the secretary said. Alexis' moans were growing so loud that the secretary on the end of the line had to be hearing them. The most disturbing part was that Alexis looked straight at Cassandra as Ivy pleasured her. Alexis grinned at Cassandra following a particularly long and loud moan and motioned her head down toward Ivy and mouthed at Cassandra "Oh, fuck yeah."

Cassandra turned her back to ignore the sight and spoke quietly into the phone: "I wanted to report rampant sexual harassment taking place in my office."

"I am afraid I need more information than that. Can you please be more specific about what precisely is going on?"

"What more do you need to know?" Cassandra practically shouted. "It's like a goddamn office orgy in here. Ms. O'Hara is showing favoritism towards employees who perform sexual acts for her. Homosexuality has spread like a disease, and apparently I am the only one who hasn't been infected. Everyone other woman in the office is in the middle of fingering or eating each other out." As Cassandra finished her rant she glanced back over at Alexis and Ivy and saw that Ivy was now fingerfucking Alexis while she awkwardly tried to lick her at the same time. Alexis seemed on the verge of an orgasm and her moaning had become quiet but more high-pitched.

"Well, I only have one question Ms. Dworkin."

"And that is?"

"Why haven't you joined in yet?"

"Excuse me?"

"It sounds like everyone is enjoying themselves except for you. I suggest you stop being so uptight and have some fun."

"They've fucking gotten to you too! Haven't they? Haven't they?" Cassandra screamed into her phone.

"Bye bye now," was the last thing Cassandra heard the secretary say from the other end of the line before it clicked and the phone switched back to dial tone. Cassandra slammed the handpiece back down on to the phone set in anger. She looked back over and saw that Alexis and Ivy had finished their dalliance while she was on the phone. Ivy was wiping a greenish slime off of Alexis' pussy with her hand and devouring it greedily from her fingers. 

When Alexis noticed Cassandra looking at her she stuck a few fingers in her pussy for a few seconds then removed them. Alexis hopped off the desk and walked over to Cassandra. Before Cassandra could react, Alexis lifted her hand and smeared her cum across Cassandra's cheek. Cassandra turned her face away just in time to avoid catching any of the slime on her lips. Cassandra could smell Alexis' essence on her face and also detected the same sweet scent she had smelled before on Catherine and Sherri. A now familiar voice in her head whispered naughty suggestions to her. It told her about how much pleasure she was foolishly denying to herself. About how Alexis would be willing to pleasure her in every way Cassandra desired. Cassandra felt a tingling in her loins and tried to resist pursuing the feeling any further.

"Why haven't we fucked yet?" Alexis asked despondently. "I'm starting to think you don't want to be friends any more." 

"I can't be your friend like this, Alexis," said Cassandra. Yet a voice in her head tried to convince her how soft and smooth Alexis' plump, naked body would feel against her. How warm and wet Alexis' pussy must be. Alexis' breasts were large with huge areolae that covered most of the surface area of the breast. Alexis' arousal caused her nipples to point straight out and Cassandra wondered what it would feel like to have them between her teeth. Cassandra bit her lip as she used all her willpower to resist putting her hands on Alexis' body.

"You can't resist forever, Cassie." Alexis said. "We are just toying with you at this point." Alexis leaned forward to kiss Cassandra on the neck. Cassandra gave in to the enticing voice in her mind and allowed Alexis to lick and bite her neck. Alexis put her arms around Cassandra while her mouth suckled on Cassandra's neck. It felt good. Really good. Cassandra's hands that were hanging limply at her sides moved slowly up Alexis' thighs until she grasped Alexis by her fat, meaty buttocks. 

"There, that's better," Alexis said as Cassandra pulled her plump body closer and squeezed and pinched Alexis' ass between her hands. Cassandra had never touched a woman's ass before, but found herself loving how it felt between her fingers. Alexis licked her way from Cassandra's neck to her face. Alexis began licking her own mess she had left on Cassandra's cheek into her mouth. 




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 02



If you haven't read act one of Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers, stop reading now and follow this link so you can be caught up: //www.literotica.com/s/invasion-of-the-pussy-snatchers-act-01. If you have read it but you can't recall the first act, I have included a cast of characters at the beginning to refresh your memory. This also saves me from having to describe all the characters again in-story and instead get right to the action. I hope you enjoy the story.

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Setting: New York City, Present Day

Cast of Characters

Cassandra: The protagonist of this series is a young professional with long brunette hair and brown eyes. She has a handsome face and a skinny body but has always felt self-conscious about her small breasts and how she doesn't fit the mainstream definition of attractive or sexy. Cassandra works so hard at her job as an editor for a popular magazine that it's been impossible to find any time for sex or romance. Her only outlet for sexual release the last several months has been a masturbation addiction that has become a chronic habit. She has a secret BDSM kink she shares with no one and only indulges in when reading stories on Literotica or watching pornographic videos online. Cassandra tries to resist the allure of the Pussy Snatchers but her curiosity gets the best of her. Cassandra succumbs to the Hive's promises of sexual gratification.

Sherri: Cassandra's roommate and best friend. Sherri has a mixed racial heritage, so her skin is a light caramel-colored tone. She has dark brown eyes and short, black hair. Sherri works part time in a bar and at a hair salon. She barely earns enough money to help with rent. Sherri has been an out and proud lesbian for over ten years. She never used to hit on straight women, but seemingly overnight her entire personality changed. Sherri has begun seducing heterosexual women and turning them into pussy-hungry lesbians. Sherri has harbored a secret crush on Cassandra for years, and her proudest accomplishment thus far has been providing the formerly straight Cassandra with her first lesbian experience.

Anna: Cassandra's little sister and roommate. Anna is the bombshell of the two sisters, with gorgeous platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She has the large breasts and bubble butt that men seem to desire the most. Anna is studying photography at NYU and working part-time as a barista to try and contribute however she can. Anna has recently become curious whether she is bisexual and agreed to go on a date with Sherri despite Cassandra's objections. After that night with Sherri, Anna was never the same. She has become addicted to Sherri's pussy and would do anything to taste it again. Anna even helped manipulate her sister into having sex with Sherri according to Sherri's wishes. When we left Anna at the end of act one, she was busy licking Sherri's cum off her older sister's mouth.

Alexis: This thirtyish woman sits at the desk next to Cassandra at work and is Cassandra's only real friend in her office. Alexis has dark red hair and wears glasses. Her cheeks are speckled with freckles. She is about twenty pounds away from being able to pull off the sexy librarian look. Alexis has previously been fired from her job, but after a private meeting with her boss Catherine she is given a second chance. It is unknown what exactly Alexis had to do to earn that second chance. Alexis has since become the conductor of the depraved orgies that take place at her office. Despite having exhibited no homosexual tendencies prior to her transformation, Alexis has now had sex with every single woman at her workplace except one. Cassandra has rebuffed all of Alexis' attempts to seduce her, and Alexis would love nothing more than to straddle her friend Cassandra's face until her cum is smeared all over her friend.

Catherine: Alexis and Cassandra's boss at Fashionistas. Catherine O'Hara was once an internationally famous beauty model but now thirty years later she is the editor-in-chief of a respected fashion magazine. At fifty-five, her looks have long since passed her by and she has added several unsightly pounds of fat to her body. Despite that, she dresses as if she were still a twenty year-old sexpot. Catherine manages to turn several women in her office to the Hive by threatening to fire them and then forcing them to perform sexual favors for her so they could keep their jobs. Cassandra was able to resist Catherine's initial advances, but Catherine set her young employee on the path of indoctrination into the Hive by tapping into Cassandra's BDSM fantasies and giving her employee a good, hard spanking.

Naomi: This sweet and innocent girl works at Cassandra's office as an intern. This cute blonde teenager was so naive and sheltered that Cassandra sometimes wondered if she even understood what sex was. Naomi can no longer display ignorance now. Alexis was able to turn her and now the girl has been passed around the office so all the middle-aged and older women could have a taste of the eighteen year-old's young, virginal flesh.

The Queen:?????

Three Days Earlier

It was a slower night than usual at the club. Sherri leaned forward onto the bar with her hand underneath her chin and elbow resting near some empty glasses. She struggled to keep her eyes from closing in boredom as she rested on the table. The establishment she tended bar at, Curvy, was completely dead tonight. On a usual night, the club would be loud and rowdy. Women would be grinding against each other on the dance floor as straight and bicurious onlookers leered from their tables. On a good night Sherri could expect a quickie in the bathroom during her break, over a hundred dollars in tips, and a sexy lady to bring home and fuck after closing time. 

Tonight, there was nothing. Even for a Sunday night, the crowd was thin. A few couples sat at tables in hushed conversation but no one sat at the bar for Sherri to converse with. Paige, a short-haired butch looking woman had sidled up to the bar and tried flirting with Sherri but she was quickly brushed off. Sherri already had Paige a few months ago and she had not been impressed by Paige's lovemaking. Paige mistakenly thought that bossing her lovers around and treating them like shit meant she was a domme. Sherri had been in a submissive relationship back in college and knew what a real dominant/submissive relationship was like. There was a delicate balance of giving and taking involved and all Paige knew how to do was take take take. 

Sherri felt some embarrassment when she looked around the bar and realized that she had had sex with every woman here except for one. The only exception was a new customer Sherri hadn't seen before. 

She spotted old Jean sitting by herself in a corner. The mature woman had realized too late she was a lesbian after her kids were in college and her husband had divorced her. Sherri had been the first woman to touch Jean's pussy in over a year. The lonely woman had cried at the end of their night together to Sherri's embarrassment. 

There was also Janet and Ellen sitting in the opposite corner. The longtime married couple wanted to try a threesome for the first time and enlisted Sherri to be their third. After Sherri spent the night rocking both their worlds, the spouses cried in each other arms. They were distraught at having sex with a woman outside their marriage, and Sherri had to sit on their bed awkwardly unfulfilled while they wept together. Sherri winced and felt suddenly disturbed by how many of her dalliances with the clientele at this club ended with the other woman crying. That was why Sherri avoided monogamous relationships, they only ended in tears and Sherri couldn't stand watching someone else cry. Better to fuck and get out before any attachments can form.

So there were exactly zero prospects in the club this evening. The one cute girl Sherri was keeping her eye on had already been snatched up by Paige while Sherri was stuck serving drinks at the bar. Paige and the cute redhead made out sloppily at their table and Sherri saw Paige's hand disappear underneath the table. Sherri looked on enviously as Paige pulled the girl to her feet and led her to the bathroom. This was a rather common occurrence at this bar. Sherri cursed her luck that the redhead cutie's tongue would be inside of Paige's pussy instead of hers. There were no women left that Sherri wanted anything to do with. She hated going home alone.

Sherri kept busy by washing glasses and cleaning the top of the bar with a wet rag. The hands of the neon pink clock on the wall across from the bar moved incrementally slow toward closing time. A few minutes after entering the bathroom, Paige came out with a very satisfied look on her face. The redhead followed a few minutes later and walked to the bar to ask for a glass of water. Her freckled face was flushed red and Sherri would have to be dead to not notice the smell of Paige's pussy covering her face. Sherri handed the girl her drink and decided if she was going to make a play, it was now or never. 

Sherri put her hand on the redhead's wrist before she could turn to leave and asked, "What's your name, honey?"

The redhead seemed embarrassed to name herself but still answered, "Genevieve."

"What a lovely name," Sherri said. Sherri used her warm smile she saved exclusively for women she planned to seduce. "Genevieve, I know you only discovered you like girls recently. Maybe less than a week ago." The way Genevieve squirmed at Sherri's presumption only confirmed her suspicions that this young woman was a recent convert to homosexuality. "But you are a very beautiful girl, and you can do a lot better than cruising a gay bar for the first woman who will let you lick her pussy."

By the look on Genevieve's face, Sherri knew instantly that she had overplayed her hand. Genevieve brusquely thanked Sherri for the water and turned away to sit back down next to Paige. Paige flashed Sherri a triumphant look as Genevieve curled up next to the butch woman and laid her head on Paige's shoulder. Sherri had seen Genevieve's type before. Some of the newly enlightened lesbians wanted an older woman to mother and coddle them. Tell them what to do. Fuck that noise, Sherri thought, I don't have time for that shit. If Genevieve wanted Paige telling her how to cut her hair and dress she could go ahead and have her.

Sherri watched the minutes tick by and her mind began to dwell once again on her friend Cassandra. Sherri had thought that when they were separated by hundreds of miles at different colleges for five years her sexual desire for Cassandra might diminish. But when they both moved to New York and Cassandra suggested they move in together Sherri realized that her feelings for her best friend had only grown stronger. Sherri knew she was too cowardly to tell Cassandra how she really felt and risk ruining their relationship. She would probably live with her unrequited love for the rest of her life. 

Sherri looked up at the clock again. She thought it had been fifteen minutes since she last looked, but it turned out to only be five. Sherri groaned that there were still two hours left till closing time. Would nothing come to save her from this dreadful monotony?

As if on cue, the front door opened. It was unusual to have a latecomer at this time of night when the club was this dead. A draft of cool Autumn air preceded the newcomer. Through the door walked the most beautiful woman Sherri had seen in her entire life. She had long, luxurious dark hair as black as night. One side of her hair curled down her shoulder to beneath her breast. She wore a deep scarlet red dress with a hem that fell to beneath her knees. The dress revealed just enough of a tease of her cleavage to titillate but still look classy.

Her face and body were absolutely perfect. Her skin color was white with just enough of a tan to keep her from looking pale. Her red lips had almost the exact same shade as her dress. Her eyes, nose, and ears were finely shaped and all in perfect proportion to each other. Her body was slender, but not skinny. She still had large womanly breasts and shapely thighs. Her body curved absurdly inward at her waist before widening at her hips and buttocks. She looked as if she had been shaped from marble by a master sculptor.

The mysterious woman scanned the inside of the club until she laid her eyes on Sherri. Sherri felt her heart skip a beat as the woman gazed upon her. Her heart started beating fast as the woman walked to the bar and sat at a stool. Sherri knew she had to make this woman hers. Sherri was so turned on by the mere sight of her that her panties instantly dampened. It seemed like until now Sherri had never known the true meaning of lust. Sherri would never feel fulfilled until she had bedded this woman. 

Now that the mysterious stranger was close, Sherri could see that the woman had an unnatural eye color. Her twinkling eyes had almost a purple hue to them. Sherri was surprised the newcomer didn't wear a coat over her dress, it was the middle of Autumn and already freezing outside.

Sherri had to clear her throat before she regained the capacity for speech. "Hey there, stranger."

The woman stared at Sherri for a few seconds before replying, "Hello."

"What are you up to tonight, sugar?" Sherri asked in the sultry voice she reserved for her seductions.

"I was taking a walk in your... Central Park?" the woman answered questioningly. Sherri couldn't place her accent. Was it Eastern European? Her voice sounded hesitant, as if she were unused to speaking English.

"Out there by yourself in the Park this late at night?" Sherri said, impressed. "That's pretty dangerous."

The woman flashed Sherri a mysterious smile and looked at her with a gaze that pierced through Sherri's friendly veneer. The woman's look communicated untold promises that she could give Sherri the best sex she would ever have. The type of pleasure Sherri had only dreamed about. Sherri had to shake her head and clear her throat to dispel the image of this woman without clothes that popped into her mind. Suddenly the room felt very warm. "I can take care of myself," the woman answered after a pause. Sherri had already forgotten her question. 

"I bet you can," Sherri replied with a grin. "Well do you have a name, or should I just call you an angel?" 

"I definitely would not refer to me that way," the woman said as she leaned forward so Sherri could see more of her cleavage. Oh my good God, Sherri thought as she snuck a peek down at the sexy woman's bosom. This stranger was the first woman Sherri could ever truly call irresistible.

"I doubt you could pronounce my real name," the woman continued. Her eyes scanned the wall behind Sherri until she noticed a map of the five boroughs. "How about you just call me... Brooklyn?"

Sherri threw her head back and barked a laugh. "Okay beautiful, but only if you call me Bronx."

Brooklyn stared at Sherri for half a moment before she said, "I believe you are joking."

"Glad you can keep up. So do you live in the City?"

"No. I am only visiting. For now." Brooklyn leaned back on her stool and relaxed. "I am considering making this my permanent home though."

Sherri presented her hand to Brooklyn and said, "Welcome to New York." Brooklyn grasped Sherri's offered hand delicately. The soft touch of Brooklyn's skin made Sherri's heart beat even faster. Brooklyn's fingers and palm felt as smooth as silk. "Let me know if you need me to show you anything while you are here," Sherri said with a wink.

"You will be the first I turn to for assistance, I assure you." Brooklyn let her hand drop and Sherri regretted not getting to feel this beautiful woman for longer. Sherri could only imagine how amazing it would feel to run her hands up and down the curves accentuated by Brooklyn's dress. 

"A Manhattan for our new guest!" Sherri declared. "It's only appropriate for a newcomer to our fabulous city. This one is on the house." Sherri began mixing the vermouth, whiskey, and bitters with ice to create Brooklyn's drink. She shook the mixing glass to mix the concoction together and strained it into a cocktail glass. Sherri grabbed one maraschino cherry to put in the glass and a second to pop into her mouth. She presented the drink to Brooklyn who began sipping from it. 

Trying to make small talk and attempt to keep Brooklyn's interest Sherri asked, "So where do you come from anyways? I couldn't place your accent. Did you just fall from the stars to earth?" Sherri knew it was a cheesy line, but she would do absolutely anything and use every trick in her book to make this woman hers.

Brooklyn just used her mysterious smile and replied, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Sherri continued engaging in conversation with Brooklyn throughout the night as she kept feeding her free drinks. Sherri hoped the alcohol would make Brooklyn more amicable but it didn't seem to have much of an effect. She had gulped down three cocktails in less than an hour and her speech remained unslurred while her motions betrayed no signs of tipsiness. Some of the regular customers tried hitting on this beautiful woman who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Jean tried awkwardly to flirt with Brooklyn but a stern glare from Sherri quickly made the mature woman back off. There was no way Sherri would let Brooklyn leave this bar without her. Besides, this beautiful minx was way out of the middle-aged Jean's league.

Janet and Ellen seemed to momentarily forget their vows to fidelity and came over to sit at the stools on either side of Brooklyn. They were hypnotized by lust the same way Sherri was. They both laid hands on Brooklyn's legs and ran them up and down her thighs as they tried flirting with her. Brooklyn exchanged pleasantries with the married couple but refused to banter with them. Janet moved her hand inside Brooklyn's thigh and brushed her fingers against Brooklyn's crotch while Ellen invited Brooklyn to sit with them at their table. Brooklyn politely rebuffed their advance, so Janet and Ellen shrugged at each other and sat back down. Sherri couldn't help feeling satisfied by the disappointed look on their faces.

An obviously drunk Paige came up to the bar to try her chances with the gorgeous newcomer as well. Genevieve looked on furiously as her new lover hit on another woman right in front of her. Serves her right, Sherri thought. Paige was so drunk that her slurred speech could barely be understood and she acted far too bold with her flirting. Her hands rubbed Brooklyn's back as she spoke with her and Paige reached a hand down the front of Brooklyn's dress to cop a feel of her large breast. Paige tried to play it off as an accident, but she had obviously squeezed Brooklyn's chest and pinched her nipple. Brooklyn narrowed her eyes to glare at Paige for her presumptiveness.

"You should come home with me, sexy thing," Paige bellowed drunkenly. "I got a little girl we can play with." Paige burped and then started hiccuping before continuing. Paige held her hand up and whispered to Brooklyn as if she were telling a great secret, "That ginger doesn't know she's submissive yet. But we can learn her good. I can make her do anything you want. And I mean anything." Paige looked straight at Sherri and said, "By the end of the night I bet we can make her drink your piss."

Sherri glared furiously at Paige as she seethed inside. How dare that bitch refer to that episode in public. Sherri was willing to try just about any kinky sex once, but was disgusted and ashamed with herself that she had allowed Paige to use her for Paige's water sports. Paige hadn't even obtained Sherri's consent before urinating on her after they had sex the first time.

"I do not think I will join you," Brooklyn told Paige. "You are too rude and vulgar for my taste."




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 02



"You think you're better than me?" Paige yelled. "You can go to hell." Paige shook Brooklyn's shoulder roughly, causing Brooklyn to stare daggers at the woman for her rude behavior.

Sherri thought she heard Brooklyn mutter under her breath, "I will destroy you, worm."

Sherri reproached Paige, "Please stop bothering our customers or I am going to have to ban you from these premises permanently." 

Paige pointed at Sherri and yelled "Fuck you, Bitch!" Sherri reached under the bar to put her finger on the button for the panic alarm. One push and the police would be here in minutes. 

Genevieve had come up behind Paige and was tugging on her arm. "Come on, Paige. Let's just go." 

Paige came to her senses and seemed to realize how ridiculous she was behaving. She put her arm around Genevieve and said, "Fine, bitch. Let's peace the fuck out. But you are coming home with me. You better get that tongue ready, you are going to be licking both my holes all night long. It's a good thing you exercised it earlier."

Paige led Genevieve to the exit with an arm wrapped tightly around her waist, practically dragging her away. Genevieve stared back at Sherri forlornly and mouthed "Help me". Her eyes pleaded for someone, anyone to save her. Sherri shrugged at her and smiled as she waved goodbye while Paige removed Genevieve from the club. Sherri didn't envy the girl, she was in no way experienced or prepared enough for the sick acts Paige would force her to perform tonight. Oh well, Sherri thought, I gave her a chance. She should have known what she was getting into to.

"Poor girl," Brooklyn murmured. "I should do something for her."

"She will be fine," Sherri replied. "I doubt Paige will hurt her. She is probably not ready for how her body is going to be used tonight, though. But let's forget about them. Where were we?"

Sherri kept serving Brooklyn drinks and even took a few shots of whiskey herself to build up her fortitude. Sherri felt instantly comfortable around Brooklyn and did most of the talking between them. As Sherri downed multiple shots of whiskey she opened up more and more to the woman. After talking uninterrupted for over five minutes Sherri realized with embarrassment that she had diverted onto a tangent about Cassandra. Droning on about a fifteen year-old crush was probably not the best topic of conversation to engage in with someone you were planning to bed that evening. But Brooklyn listened intently and even offered sympathy and held Sherri's hand as Sherri related her frustrations with loving her straight best friend.

The sparse crowd thinned out even further as closing time neared. The manager had already left an hour ago, leaving Sherri to close up by herself. Jean left the club stumbling drunk and alone, as usual. Janet and Ellen walked out arm in arm. That boring couple would probably go home and go straight to bed without even having sex, Sherri thought. Soon it was just Sherri and Brooklyn remaining.

Sherri held Brooklyn by the hand and gave it a squeeze. She decided to just lay it all out there. "Brooklyn. I know you aren't from around here and maybe you don't know how these things work, so I am going to spell it out for you simply. I am going to take you home with me and rip that sexy dress off. We are going to taste and touch all over each other's bodies and make love until we are too tired to move. And then we will make love again. Sound good?"

Brooklyn smiled at Sherri slyly and answered, "I just wonder why we have to wait until we get to your home?"

Sherri felt excitement and arousal building inside her. "Oh, you are a naughty girl," Sherri said. "Give me one minute." Sherri went to the front door to lock and bolt it shut. She turned off the neon "OPEN" sign and closed the windowblinds. She took Brooklyn by the hand and led her back to a storage room that contained liquor bottles and beer kegs. Sherri wanted to be somewhere out of the way just in case her manager came back for any reason.

They wasted no time after they entered the room. Sherri leaned against the wall and pulled Brooklyn's body close to hers. Brooklyn put a hand on the back of Sherri's neck while Sherri held Brooklyn by the waist. Their mouths moved tantalizingly close together until Brooklyn's lips met Sherri's. Brooklyn's lips felt perfect, soft and luscious. Sherri opened her lips and Brooklyn's long tongue wiggled its way inside Sherri's mouth. Sherri felt her knees grow weak as Brooklyn kissed her passionately. Sherri kept trying to catch Brooklyn's tongue in her mouth to suck on it but Brooklyn's nimble tongue always evaded her. Finally, Brooklyn let Sherri win the game and Sherri pulled Brooklyn's tongue into her mouth and gave it a light nibble between her teeth.

Sherri couldn't believe she had such a beautiful woman in her arms. Sherri's hands moved from Brooklyn's waist to behind her back so Sherri could hold her closer. With their bodies pressed against each other, Sherri moved her hands down to grab Brooklyn by her buttocks. Her ass felt incredible in Sherri's grasp, slim but with just enough meat that it filled Sherri's hand as she squeezed. 

This was apparently enough foreplay for Brooklyn. She lowered herself to her knees to unbutton and unzip Sherri's jeans. "Oh, fuck yes," Sherri said as Brooklyn pulled Sherri's pants down to reveal her soft, ebony thighs. Sherri stepped out of her jeans, even though she still had her shoes on. She wasn't going to stop to take them off now when Brooklyn's mouth was only inches away from her pussy. Brooklyn pulled down Sherri's lucky blue thong that she always wore when she planned on bringing someone home after work. Sherri's dark pussy and curly, black pubis were revealed. Sherri leaned further back against the wall and spread her thighs apart. Sherri reached down with both hands and used her fingers to spread her pussy open so Brooklyn could see inside her. "Come get a taste, beautiful."

Sherri may have misjudged how much experience Brooklyn had with women. Brooklyn licked pussy like she had been doing it for years. Brooklyn started by licking the skin just to the outside of Sherri's vulva before nibbling on her pussy lips. Brooklyn then licked up and down Sherri's vaginal opening before sticking her tongue directly inside it. Sherri threw her head back and groaned as she felt Brooklyn's tongue enter her. After it's entrance, Sherri felt Brooklyn's tongue extending further and further inside her vagina until it seemed to completely fill her insides.

"Oh my God," Sherri gasped, "How the fuck are you doing that with your tongue?" Brooklyn's long tongue wiggled inside of Sherri causing Sherri to cry out in ecstasy. Brooklyn's tongue seemed to reach all the way to Sherri's cervix, which Sherri knew should be impossible. Brooklyn moved her head forward and back to slide her tongue in and out of Sherri's pussy, fucking with her tongue as if it were a cock. As Brooklyn's tongue entered and exited her, it slid against the part of Sherri's clitoris inside her vagina. With her tongue buried deep inside Sherri, Brooklyn's upper lip suckled on the hood of Sherri's clitoris that budded outside her pussy. Sherri was glad they were the only ones left in the club, her moans were loud enough that they could probably be heard echoing throughout the entire building. Sherri had a hand on the back of Brooklyn's head and caressed her lovely dark hair as she held Brooklyn's mouth to her pussy. Sherri gritted her teeth as she tried to hold her climax in; she wanted to make this glorious feeling last forever. But as Sherri's pleasure mounted she could hold back no longer. Sherri wailed as her orgasm wracked her body and she started bucking her pelvis against Brooklyn's face as she came. 

Sherri's knees shook as her orgasm subsided and she had to put a hand against the wall to steady herself lest she fall over. Sherri watched Brooklyn's long tongue sliding out of her vagina and she thought she might achieve another orgasm as she felt Brooklyn's warm tongue touching every inch of her insides during its exit. Sherri moaned to the ceiling before looking back down and seeing an impossible sight. Brooklyn's prehensile tongue looked over a foot long as it retracted back into her mouth. In an instant, Brooklyn's mouth looked normal again and Sherri convinced herself that she was merely imagining things as she came down from her sexual high.

"My God," Sherri said in between deep breaths. "That was incredible. I think you just entered my top five." Sherri winked at Brooklyn and added, "You might be even higher than that."

Brooklyn smiled silently as she stood back up. She didn't seem like the talkative type, but Sherri was more than willing to let Brooklyn's tongue do all the talking. Sherri put a hand on Brooklyn's shoulder and told her "I have to taste you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. Get your ass up against the wall and let me lick you until you come."

Brooklyn shrugged and said, "Well, that's only fair." She nestled up against the wall and pulled Sherri around to face her. Sherri grabbed the top of Brooklyn's red dress and ripped it down to expose Brooklyn's bosom. Her extraordinary breasts were milky-white globes that had the perfect dimensions of shape and size. Brooklyn's hard nipples stuck straight out with just the right pinkish-brown color. Sherri leaned down and licked Brooklyn's tits before Brooklyn put a finger on the bottom of Sherri's chin to stop her.

"I would rather your attention were directed lower," Brooklyn said.

"You don't fuck around, do you Brook?" Sherri asked. "I like that." Sherri sat on her knees and raised Brooklyn's skirt above her waist. Sherri wasn't surprised to see Brooklyn neglected to wear panties, but she was surprised to see the woman's completely bare pubis. It didn't just look like Brooklyn's pubic hair was shaved, it looked like no hair had ever grown there. Sherri preferred women to have at least a little bit of shrubbery, but that wouldn't deter her from desiring to lick Brooklyn's delicious looking pussy. Brooklyn's vagina looked just as beautiful as the rest of her, and Sherri salivated at the opportunity to taste it. 

Sherri put her mouth right on Brooklyn's slit and lapped at her pussy slowly. Brooklyn seemed to have had an orgasm before Sherri even licked her; there was some grayish looking cum already coating the lips of her pussy. Damn, Sherri thought with pride, I didn't know I was good enough to make a woman come without even touching her. Sherri closed her eyes and let the scent and taste of Brooklyn envelop her as she licked Brooklyn's cum off her cunt. Tasting Brooklyn's essence didn't seem to have any unusual effect on Sherril. "Mmm!" Sherri exclaimed as she looked up, "You taste great, Brook. I don't think I've ever licked a sweeter tasting pussy." Sherri put her head back between Brooklyn's thighs to run her tongue up and down Brooklyn's slit. If Sherri's oral stimulation gave Brooklyn any pleasure the woman gave no indication. Sherri looked at Brooklyn's pussy again and was shocked to see what looked like a tentacle wriggling out of her opening. 

Sherri recoiled in disgust and shouted, "What the fuck is that?" Before Sherri could react, a dozen tentacles squirmed out of Brooklyn's vagina and wrapped themselves tightly around Sherri's head. Sherri shook her head back and forth to break free from their slimy grasp, but the tentacles' grip was too strong. They pulled Sherri's mouth right to Brooklyn's pussy and two slimy appendages hooked themselves on both sides of Sherri's lips and forced her mouth open. Tentacles wriggling down into Sherri's throat muffled her screams. The open maw of Brooklyn's vagina dripped the same greenish-gray slime into Sherri's open mouth. Sherri hated how much she enjoyed the taste of Brooklyn's secretions. Brooklyn's face finally betrayed a sign of pleasure; her mouth was open in ecstasy as Sherri became trapped. Sherri continued to struggle against Brooklyn's grasp as the part of Brooklyn's clitoris inside her vagina (or the sexual organ that most closely resembled a vagina) distended and became a phallus. It slid past Sherri's lips and down her mouth until it opened her throat. Sherri's eyes widened in fright as she felt her limbs become paralyzed and fall slack. She had no way to resist this violation.

Brooklyn moved her hips back and forth to slide her phallus in and out of Sherri's mouth. Sherri was powerless to stop Brooklyn from throatfucking her. The most disturbing thing was that Sherri actually started to enjoy it. She had never given a blowjob before, or even been with a man. But Brooklyn's shaft felt good on Sherri's tongue and throat and it tasted as sweet as anything she had ever tasted. As Sherri's resistance melted away, the tentacles holding her mouth open retreated and wrapped themselves around Sherri's neck. Sherri opened her mouth as wide as possible and began sucking on Brooklyn's phallus under her own volition. She didn't even gag as she began deep-throating Brooklyn's shaft. 

Brooklyn ceased movement and held Sherri's head tightly with her tentacles as a grayish-green pod the size of a peanut burst from the tip of Brooklyn's phallus into Sherri's open mouth. Sherri felt every nerve in her body tingle when the pod touched her tongue. The tiny pod possessed the sweetest flavor Sherri had ever, or would ever taste. Sherri's body shook as the pod slid down into her throat and set fire to all the nerve endings in her genitals. Sherri had experienced thousands of orgasms in her lifetime, but not once had she ever squirted during a climax. But this time ejaculate sprayed out of her pussy onto the floor as she experienced multiple orgasms every second. Brooklyn pulled her phallus out of Sherri's mouth and Sherri gasped before wailing uncontrollably. She felt her vagina contracting as she kept experiencing orgasm after orgasm. Sherri's cum continued exploding all over her legs as the pod moved through her body until her ejaculation slowed to a drip and she felt completely drained. Sherri lost control of her bladder and urine streamed out of her to create a puddle beneath her legs. Sherri felt its warmth dripping down her thighs. 

Sherri's body had gone completely still and Brooklyn's tentacles unwrapped themselves from Sherri's head and slid back into Brooklyn's body. Sherri sat on the floor quietly as the pod moved down her body and took up permanent residence in her uterus. It could be removed from Sherri's body only by surgery now, a process that would kill her. Sherri's entire genetic makeup reconstructed itself as she was assimilated into the Hive. Sentience left Sherri eyes as she transformed into something alien. Her observant, bright brown eyes changed to a dead gaze. Sherri retained her identity, but she was part of something greater now. As the change concluded, Sherri stood up and looked to her master. Brooklyn she called herself, though Sherri now knew her leader by a different name. "I am yours to command, Queen," Sherri said in a monotone voice.

The Queen smiled at her subject as she laid a hand tenderly on Sherri's cheek. The Queen told her slave, "You are the first to be turned, Sherri, and because of this you will always be my most favored." Sherri smiled happily back at her Queen. "I require more Workers," the Queen continued. "Your task is to aid me in this important mission. As a reward for your success I will give you what you most desire."

"Cassandra," Sherri whispered. The Queen and her slave's minds became linked, and the Queen could send or receive any information she wanted to Sherri through psychic communication. Even with her mind altered, Sherri's desire for her friend remained as strong as ever. "I will do whatever it takes to strengthen the Hive," Sherri stated. "It will be a pleasure to turn Cassandra to our side."

"Good," the Queen replied. She began communicating with her subject psionically. {First we will assimilate the others who gather at your workplace. Then we expand. Your Cassandra has a sister, does she not?}

{Yes.} Sherri replied, testing out her new form of communication. {Anna.}

{We will initiate her first. Then it is only a matter of time before Cassandra is ours as well.}

{She will not be easy to turn. Cassandra has always been very stubborn and strong-willed.}

{Excellent. The harder they resist the more loyal they eventually become. The pod that I have inserted inside you provides you with certain abilities. You are able to produce the Essence of the Hive. Learn your new skills and make use of them.}

Sherri and the Queen put their right hand on the other's cheek and laid their left hand on the left breast of the opposite woman. The formal recognition of a Queen and her subject.

{Let it begin.}

Three Days Later...

Day Four

Cassandra woke with a start. Surprised at first to see two naked women curled up beside her in her bed, Cassandra tried to piece together the events from last evening. The memories came flooding back to her when Cassandra realized it was Sherri and Anna lying to either side of her. Their ebony and ivory bodies felt soft and warm nestled this close to her. 

Cassandra recalled that after she made Sherri come they had all retired to Cassandra's bedroom. Her first lesbian experience had been much more enjoyable than anticipated. The rest of the night came back in a flash. Sherri and Anna had laid on either side of Cassandra while she held her arms around their shoulders. Cassandra took turns making out with her best friend and her sister. Sherri and Anna lowered themselves down to Cassandra's chest to take a nipple in each of their mouths. Since tasting the magic green slime that Sherri secreted, every nerve ending in Cassandra's body seemed more sensitive. Cassandra moaned and held their heads to her breasts. She caressed the black and blonde hair of her roommates as they suckled on her nipples. The sensation radiated out from Cassandra's breasts to spread tingling pleasure throughout her body. The sensation affected Cassandra's pussy the most acutely and Sherri sensed how badly Cassandra's genitals begged for attention. 

As Sherri and Anna continued licking, biting, and sucking on Cassandra's breasts Sherri brought her hand slowly down Cassandra's stomach to her crotch. Cassandra was always so prim and proper, perfectly organized in every way. So Sherri was astounded that Cassandra's pubic hair was such a wild, unkempt tangle of hair. Sherri loved hairy bushes on a woman so she grabbed a handful of Cassandra's pubic hair and tugged on it. Cassandra squealed with wild pleasure as Sherri played with her pubis. Sherri's fingers reached down to Cassandra's vaginal opening and found that Cassandra's pussy was already sticky wet. Sherri rubbed Cassandra's vulva causing Cassandra to spread her legs apart so Sherri could reach her fingers inside Cassandra's pussy. Cassandra gasped as she felt intense pleasure racing up and down her body. It felt like more pleasure than a few fingers should be able to produce. The feeling of Sherri's fingers combined with Sherri and Anna's tongues licking her breasts was so intense that Cassandra came only a minute after Sherri began fingering her. Cassandra whimpered and moaned as her body thrashed around in the throes of passion. Sherri pulled her cum-covered fingers out of Cassandra's vagina and stopped licking Cassandra's breast so she could put her fingers in her mouth. Sherri made a sound of delight as she licked her fingers clean. Cassandra tasted as good as Sherri had always imagined.

As soon as she climaxed, Cassandra felt her body shutting down. Days of poor sleep, anxiety that had given way to acquiescence, and multiple orgasms had exhausted Cassandra. She felt herself drifting off to sleep but could still hear Sherri and Anna arguing in the background.

"I wanted to get her off too," Anna whined.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 02



"Don't take that tone with me, miss. You will get your chance. She's had a long day. Let her rest until morning," Sherri replied. She stuck her hand out toward Anna. "Here, why don't you have a taste of your sister if you really can't wait. Her pussy is delectable."

Sherri stuck her fingers in Anna's mouth and Anna said, "Mmmm," as she tasted her sister's insides. Anna looked down at Cassandra as her eyelids fluttered with sleepiness and said, "I'm going to taste more of you tomorrow, Sis."

As Cassandra started to slumber she heard Sherri say, "There's nothing that says we can't play, though."

"You insatiable slut," Cassandra heard Anna reply. 

"You are one to talk," Sherri said with a laugh. "Bring that sexy ass over here, you blonde bimbo."

The last noises Cassandra heard before she fell into a deep sleep were the sounds of spankings, wet kisses, and moans of pleasure.

The morning after, Cassandra was the first to wake. Cassandra felt Sherri stir next to her. Cassandra rolled over to face her friend. Sherri opened her eyes and grinned when she awoke to the sight of Cassandra lying next to her. Cassandra leaned in to kiss her friend on the lips. They were soon making out in bed with their arms wrapped around each other. Sherri laid a hand on Cassandra's hip and rubbed her hand up and down Cassandra's thigh. Sherri moved her hand down between Cassandra's legs and enjoyed the feeling of Cassandra's soft warm thighs pressed against both sides of her hand. Cassandra opened her thighs slightly so Sherri could move her hand up to Cassandra's crotch. Sherri curled her fingers around a tangle of Cassandra's pubic hair. She reached her hand toward Cassandra's genitals before Cassandra stopped her.

"Wait," Cassandra whispered. "Anna is still sleeping. I don't want to disturb her." Cassandra looked behind her and stared at Anna's breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her sister must be having a good dream, because Anna smiled in her sleep. Cassandra turned back to Sherri and said with a grin, "I wouldn't want her to be left out of our fun. Remember how upset she used to get when we wouldn't let her tag along with us?"

"I never saw an eight year-old so angry," Sherri recalled. "Remember how she sputtered when she was so angry that she turned red and sounded like Miss Piggy?"

The two of them snickered and tried to stifle their giggles. It was just like their old sleepovers but not so innocent. "I think Anna got the last laugh, though," Cassandra said. "She ended up being hotter than either of us."

Sherri stared deep into Cassandra's eyes and told her, "I like you."

Cassandra responded by kissing Sherri again. Sherri and her made out a few moments more before Sherri broke the kiss to say, "This is what I've always dreamed of. Waking up with you next to me."

"I don't understand why I've waited this long," Cassandra said. "How could I deny myself this pleasure?"

"You think this feels good now?" Sherri asked. "Just wait until after tonight. You will have an audience with the Queen where she will make you a permanent member of the Hive. Nothing can compare to the thrill of being assimilated. You, Anna, and I will share a mind with all our Sisters. When we make love we will know exactly what each other is feeling."

Cassandra shivered as Sherri whispered depraved promises in her ear. She couldn't wait to join the Hive and share in the sexual delights of membership with her Sisters. Sherri stuck her tongue inside Cassandra's ear and Cassandra moaned softly as Sherri placed her hands on Cassandra's breasts. Sherri squeezed the flesh of Cassandra's bosom between her fingers. 

Cassandra ran her hand down Sherri's body until it reached between Sherri's thighs. Sherri moaned into Cassandra's ear and bit her earlobe as Cassandra rubbed her fingers against Sherri's slit until her wet lips opened like a blooming flower. "I want to taste you again, Sher Bear," Cassandra said as her fingers moved inside Sherri. "I am starving for it."

Sherri admired the tenacity Cassandra now displayed as Cassandra inserted her fingers as far as possible into Sherri's cunt. Cassandra had gone from having never been with a woman before to becoming a total pussy craving slut in less than a day. But this was only the first step. Soon her full transformation would be complete. 

"Why don't we wake your sister and see if she wants to join us first?" Sherri suggested.

Cassandra nodded and Sherri snapped her fingers. Anna sat up abruptly, completely awake. She looked over and saw Cassandra and Sherri lying next to each other, with Cassandra's hand mostly inside Sherri's pussy.

"Starting without me, eh?" Anna said. "Shame on both of you. Just like old times. You won't get away with it this time, though." Anna jumped in between her sister and roommate and rolled over to make out with Sherri. Cassandra removed her hand from Sherri to allow her sister room to snuggle. Cassandra stuck her wet fingers into her mouth to taste Sherri's Essence as she waited for Anna and Sherri's tongues to disengage. Sherri and Cassandra mashed their bodies against Anna's front and back as the women wrapped their arms and legs all around each other. Cassandra moved her hand down Anna's back until she felt her sister's shapely thighs and buttocks. Cassandra took both hands and squeezed Anna's buttocks while her sister made out with Sherri. Anna's ass felt fantastic in Cassandra's hands. So soft and supple.

Anna rolled over to her other side and stuck her tongue inside Cassandra's mouth. Cassandra didn't even hesitate before returning her sister's kiss. She didn't see Anna as her sister, all she saw was a beautiful young woman begging to be fucked. Sherri reached down underneath Anna's backside to finger her pussy from behind as the Dworkin sisters kissed passionately like infatuated lovers.

Cassandra and Anna broke their kiss in startlement when they heard a loud beeping. It originated from Sherri's phone sitting on the nightstand which Sherri leaned over and silenced. She had set an alarm specifically for the time of 10am based on her previous experiments. 

Cassandra licked her lips as she looked over at Sherri. She could taste the cherry lip gloss her sister favored. Cassandra had smelled it numerous times before and had always wondered what the flavor was like. Cassandra asked Sherri, "What time is it?"

"About 10 o'clock," Sherri replied.

"Oh shit!" Cassandra exclaimed. "I'm two hours late to work!"

"I'm supposed to be in class right now!" Anna lamented.

"Don't you two worry your pretty heads off," Sherri assured them. "I have it all taken care of. Cassandra, as you've probably guessed your boss Catherine is one of us. Anna, I happen to know your professor was turned just yesterday. Your absences today are not only excused, but encouraged."

"Well, that's a relief," said Anna.

"Why did you set an alarm anyways?" Cassandra asked. "Especially this late in the morning?"

"Good question," Sherri said. "Always the curious one, aren't you, Cass? It is time for your next dose, ladies." 

Sherri paid close attention to how long her pod's secretions would continue to hold sway over a woman's mind. It varied from woman to woman and also depended on the dosage, but it seemed to be around a seven or eight hour timeframe. That was how long it lasted on Anna anyways, and Sherri figured that since the sisters shared genetics they would have a similar reaction. 

Sherri definitely did not want to repeat what occurred during her and Anna's photo shoot the day before. Sherri became sloppy and careless whilst in the throes of passion. Anna broke the spell at the same time Sherri's mouth was devouring Anna's pussy while her hands squeezed Anna's breasts. Anna freaked out due to the memory loss caused by withdrawal from the thrall of the Essence and ran away naked and screaming. Sherri had no choice but to chase her down. After Sherri tackled Anna they wrestled on the floor a bit before Sherri gained the advantage. Sherri held Anna down while she straddled the young woman's face. Sherri reached a hand back toward Anna's crotch and stuck her fingers inside to attempt to hold the thrashing woman in place and try to get her to stop fighting. Sherri gripped Anna by her blonde hair and forced Anna to lick her cunt. Anna's body went limp and she ceased struggling as soon as she tasted Sherri's exquisite flavor. Sherri kept rubbing herself against Anna's face until her cum spurted all over Anna's body. As much fun as she had dominating Anna, Sherri didn't think she would be able to overpower two women at once.

Sherri got on all fours with her naked posterior pointed toward the Dworkin sisters. Cassandra could see the tight bud of Sherri's asshole and the small, dark opening of Sherri's vagina. "You will get to feast on me one at a time." Sherri said. "Who should I choose first?" 

Sherri looked at the sisters behind her back. They both were mesmerized by the sight of Sherri's nakedness and were staring into her holes. Sherri knew what an eager little cuntlicker Anna had become and was excited to ride her again, but Cassandra was licking her lips and practically salivating at the thought of tasting Sherri's sweet pussy. Sherri had addicted Cassandra to the taste of woman and Sherri couldn't wait for Cassandra to satisfy her craving upon her.

"Anna," chose Sherri. 

Cassandra groaned in frustration while Anna pumped her arm and celebrated, "Yes!"

"No fair," Cassandra complained. "I'm the oldest, I should get to go first."

"Don't be such a brat, Cass." Anna said as she laid down underneath Sherri. "You will get your turn." Anna brought her mouth up to Sherri's vagina and held her head up using Sherri's thighs for support as she licked Sherri's pussy.

Sherri moaned as she felt Anna's tongue in and around her vagina. Sherri looked back and saw Cassandra staring at Anna's mouth working on Sherri's cunt. "Pay close attention, Cassandra," Sherri said. "Your little sister took to pussylicking like she has been doing it her whole life instead of merely a day. I expect you to learn as well as she has." Sherri winked at Cassandra. "Maybe Anna can teach you personally."

Cassandra looked closely at her sister as she ate out her best friend. Anna didn't just use her tongue, she used her whole mouth and teeth to tease and play with the folds and creases of Sherri's vagina. Cassandra heard a slurping and smacking sound as Anna's mouth covered Sherri's pussy. Anna munched on Sherri's pussy lips as her tongue furiously worked its way inside of Sherri.

Cassandra gazed upon Anna's body as her sister attended to Sherri. The flesh of Anna's large breasts shook as her mouth moved up and down Sherri's genitals. Anna's legs were spread slightly apart and Cassandra had a perfect view of her sister's vagina. She hadn't seen Anna's sex this close up since they were young girls. A ring of blonde fuzz surrounded the light brown lips of Anna's pussy. Cassandra leaned down so she could see the inside of Anna's pussy. She detected just a hint of pink surrounding a gaping darkness. Cassandra felt an overwhelming urge to put her head down between Anna's thighs and taste her sister's sexy little pussy. Cassandra looked away to attempt some semblance of modesty but she couldn't help feeling aroused by the sight of her sister eating out her best friend.

When Cassandra looked back she saw that Anna had moved her hands from Sherri's thighs up to her buttocks to push Sherri's cunt down onto her mouth. Anna's hands on Sherri's ass had spread her buttcheeks slightly apart and Cassandra could see Sherri's tight asshole. Cassandra thought of a very dirty idea. 

Sherri closed her eyes as Anna ate her cunt and brought her orgasm nearer to fruition. Anna had buried her face into Sherri's vagina and licked her with an intensity that encompassed Anna's entire being. Suddenly, Sherri felt something warm and wet on her asshole. "Oh fuck!" Sherri cried as she felt tongues licking both her holes. Sherri looked back to see Cassandra attempting to stick her tongue into Sherri's anus while Anna was still beneath munching on her pussy. 

"You are a dirty slut, Cass." Sherri said with a sharp intake of breath. Cassandra had teased Sherri's asshole open enough that the tip of her tongue penetrated inside Sherri's ass. "Have you ever licked ass before?" Sherri asked. 

Cassandra pulled her tongue out of Sherri's dirty hole and laughed. "No, never. I always thought it would be gross," Cassandra answered. "But your sexy asshole looked so inviting that I had to try a taste." Cassandra gave Sherri's asshole another lick and then kissed Sherri right on the bud of her anus. "Mmm, I think I could get used to this."

Cassandra continued working her tongue into Sherri's ass while Sherri asked, "How about you, Anna? Ever put your tongue inside someone's asshole before?"

Anna took her mouth away from Sherri's pussy, her face flushed red with embarrassment. "I did it with my ex-boyfriend once."

"How did that happen?" Sherri asked with a gasp. She moaned as Cassandra moved her head back and forth to tonguefuck Sherri's asshole. Sherri couldn't believe that the woman she had previously thought was timid and sexually refined was attempting to insert her entire tongue inside her friend's asshole. Sherri taking control of Cassandra seemed to have awoken something dormant inside her.

Anna said, "My ex-boyfriend and I were really drunk once and he started eating me out. He was really sloppy and licked my asshole by accident. He said he was sorry and stopped but I told him it felt good and to keep going. So he licked my ass and rubbed my pussy until I came. Then he said since he licked my ass it was only fair that I licked his. So I licked his hairy asshole while I jerked him off."

"Anna!" Cassandra exclaimed after she removed her tongue from Sherri's ass. "You never told me that."

"Well, excuse me," Anna replied with a roll of her eyes. "I don't tell you every detail of my sex life. Now if you don't mind, I would like to lick Sherri's cunt until she comes all over me." Anna continued munching on Sherri's pussy while Cassandra shrugged and returned to her practice of analingus. 

The sight of the Dworkin sisters pleasuring both her holes was by far the hottest thing Sherri had ever seen. Sherri smiled when she noticed how humorously appropriate it was that the brown-haired Cassandra licked her asshole while the yellow-haired Anna are out her vagina. 

Sherri purred as Cassandra spread Sherri's asscheeks apart to make the entrance for Cassandra's tongue easier. Sherri said to Cassandra, "My God, your tongue feels amazing in my ass. You just want me to come so you can taste my Essence sooner. Sherri grunted and said with a quiver, "In fact, here it comes." Sherri screamed as her pleasure built to it's climax. Cassandra's tongue sliding in and out of Sherri's asshole caused overwhelming pleasure to course throughout the nerves of Sherri's body. The pod inside of Sherri's uterus pulsated as it converted Sherri's translucent ejaculate into a greenish-gray slime. The slime poured out of Sherri's vagina into Anna's waiting mouth. Anna tasted the most delicious flavor in the universe and swallowed it eagerly. She held her mouth open as the final drips fell out of Sherri's cunt. Anna then brought her mouth up to lick every remaining trace of the slime from Sherri's pussy. Anna had tasted the Essence enough times that she no longer entered a fugue state after drinking Sherri's cum. 

Cassandra stopped licking Sherri's ass to stare in awe at Sherri's ejaculation. Cassandra licked her lips, feeling a strong hunger for Sherri's secretions. Anna noticed Cassandra staring at her as she finished licking cum out of Sherri's vagina. Rather than swallow, Anna swished Sherri's cum around in her mouth. Anna's pussy became wet just from the taste of Sherri's ejaculate. "I still have some of you in my mouth. Should I share some of it with my sister?" Anna asked Sherri.

"No," Sherri replied. "She deserves a turn of her own. Lay on the bed, Cass."

Anna moved out of the way to allow Cassandra to lay down underneath Sherri. Sherri placed her vagina right over Cassandra's mouth and lowered herself down to sit on Cassandra's face. Sherri sighed as she felt Cassandra's tongue on her genitals and she held Cassandra roughly by her hair while she straddled Cassandra's face. Sherri ground her pussy against Cassandra's mouth and said, "Eat my cunt, you fucking whore. Show me how much you love it." Sherri knew how much Cassandra would enjoy feeling dominated.

Cassandra only needed a hint of Sherri's flavor to begin gorging herself on Sherri's sweet pussy. Cassandra loved how Sherri pulled on her hair as she rocked her pelvis back and forth on Cassandra's face. Cassandra held Sherri by her hips, fingertips resting on Sherri's buttocks. She used her grip to help slide Sherri's pussy over her mouth. Cassandra enjoyed the feeling of Sherri's curly, dark pubic hair tickling her face as Sherri took control of her mouth. Tasting Sherri sent tingles of pleasure through Cassandra's body, and the pleasure only increased when she felt Anna's fingers starting to enter her. It felt like Anna had two fingers inside Cassandra's cunt and she was fucking Cassandra with her digits rapidly. Cassandra's tenuous connection to the Hive made her body far more sensitive to sexual pleasure. So Anna's fingers inside her felt ten times better than the longest, thickest cock Cassandra had ever had. 

Anna tried inserting her fingers further inside Cassandra, but was having difficulty reaching them deeper inside her sister's body. "Damn, Cassandra," Anna said. "You have a tight little pussy."

"Mmm-hmm," Cassandra murmured into Sherri's vagina as she continued munching on Sherri's pussy. Cassandra barely heard her sister, her entire being was focused on pleasuring Sherri's pussy. It seemed as if the sweet flavor became even tastier as Sherri came closer to her orgasm. Cassandra wanted to make her friend come, and soon. Sherri cried out in ecstasy when Cassandra's wriggling tongue began flicking Sherri's clitoris. 

Anna ceased fingering Cassandra and instead used her hands to spread Cassandra's labia apart. Anna was still curious of women's bodies and wanted to see the inside of her sister's body. Anna looked into Cassandra's pink insides and could see her pussy becoming more and more wet before her very eyes. The blanket underneath Cassandra already looked to have been soak through by Cassandra's arousal. Anna wanted to taste her sister, but before she got the chance she noticed Sherri's body shaking and the volume of her moans increasing as Sherri began coming. Sherri raised her pussy off of Cassandra's mouth and rubbed her clitoris furiously as cum spewed from her vagina with a spurting noise. The slime exploded from Sherri's pussy and covered Cassandra's face in goo. Anna looked down and noticed that while Cassandra's vaginal fluids had been leaking out of her pussy in an indiscernible slow drip, they were now streaming out of her. Cassandra had come just from the taste of Sherri's ejaculate. Cassandra's body thrashed around as yet another orgasm tore through her.

After her body quit writhing and relaxed, Cassandra wiped all of Sherri's cum off her face and into her mouth. It tasted heavenly. Cassandra felt some of it dampening her hair, and felt disappointed that some of it had been wasted. Some of the slime stained Cassandra's upper lip and it was close enough to her nose that she could breath it in. It smelled as good as it tasted. 

Cassandra's could tell her body was changing. The Essence acclimated Cassandra's body to experience greater pleasure when having sex and which prepared her for membership in the Hive. Until she was assimilated into the Hive and possessed a pod of her own, Cassandra would continue craving the sweet Essence of the Hive and her body would waste away if she were deprived her sustenance. Though Cassandra felt less dazed and confused than the first time she tasted Sherri's cum, she still stared blankly up at the ceiling and had difficulty focusing on anything.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 02



"So you can make her do whatever you want now?" Anna asked Sherri.

"It doesn't exactly work like that," Sherri answered. "It is more the power of suggestion and seduction that twists the minds of the Initiated instead of obtaining total control."

"Show me what you can do," Anna demanded, looking at Sherri intensely. Anna was mad with desire for the Hive's power. Anna might not need any convincing to undergo assimilation, Sherri thought. Of course, unlike now, Anna would be in full possession of her mental faculties when she is introduced to the Queen.

"Shall I demonstrate on you, or on Cassandra?"

Anna pointed to her sister, who was still lying prone on the bed. A line of drool dripped out of Cassandra's mouth, but she didn't even notice in her catatonic state. "Do it to her," said Anna. 

Though she had just come, Cassandra suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to touch herself. She drew her knees up and spread her thighs apart as she rubbed the outside of her vagina. Besides the pleasure of stimulating the most sensitive areas of her genitals, Cassandra felt an innate pleasure for having obeyed a silent command. Cassandra's body stretched upward in pleasure as she ran her fingertips up and down her slit. The thought of how beautiful her sister had looked with her mouth on Sherri's cunt came unbidden to Cassandra's mind. "Oh Anna!" Cassandra cried out as she stuck her fingers inside herself. Cassandra laid back with her eyes shut, lost in her fantasy as she touched herself.

"You are making her do that?" Anna asked Sherri.

"No," Sherri corrected, "I'm making her want to do that."

"We all know Cassandra is addicted to masturbating," Anna said. "I walked in on her rubbing herself in the shower just three days ago, in fact. I'm not impressed."

"You youngsters are so hard to impress these days," Sherri said. Her mind focused intently on Cassandra.

Cassandra took a finger out of her pussy and moved it downward to rub it against her asshole. Cassandra, still lost in fantasy, said dreamily, "You can't touch me there, Anna. You are my sister. It's dirty."

Anna's eyes widened in surprise as she watched Cassandra insert her finger all the way inside her ass. "No, don't stop Anna." Cassandra moaned. "I love the way your finger feels inside my ass. Yes, put it all the way in. That feels the best."

"What a dirty slut," Anna said. "Could you make her do anything you wanted to no matter how embarrassing? Would you make her piss herself or shit the bed?"

"Don't be disgusting, Anna," Sherri said. "Do you really want to see that?" 

"No, guess not. Sorry," Anna apologized as she lowered her head dejectedly.

"My powers can only do so much. I can't make her do something she would never consider doing in real life. What things do you think Cassandra has fantasized about?"

"Should we find out?" Anna asked eagerly.

"Yes. Do you think she would ever do ass to mouth?"

"A few days ago I would say no. But Sis has turned out to be way kinkier than I thought."

Cassandra pulled her finger out of her asshole and slowly moved it up to her mouth. Cassandra smiled as she licked and sucked on the tip of her finger, tasting the inside of her own ass. 

"Well I think we got our answer," Sherri said. "What a nasty freak our little Cass turned out to be." Cassandra's eyelids fluttered open and Sherri said, "Look, she is starting to come out of it."

As Cassandra's mind cleared, she looked up at her roommates and asked, "Who is a nasty little freak?" Sherri responded by leaning down to kiss Cassandra sweetly on the lips. Sherri licked some of the remaining slime off of Cassandra's cheek, though it no longer had any effect on her. It just tasted good. 

"Is that what I taste like?" Sherri asked. "Damn, I am delicious."

All three women sat up on their knees in a circle and started making out with each other. Sherri was amused and turned on by how eager Cassandra and Anna were to stick their tongues in each other's mouths. Sherri might have once been jealous that Cassandra focused more of her attention on Anna, but she just enjoyed the marvelous view. The sisters were so alike and so different. Sherri felt more attracted to Cassandra, but Anna was still a very beautiful young woman. Sherri became excited by how into it the sisters were getting, their eyes closed and tongues all over each other. After admiring the incestous sight for a bit longer, Sherri joined back in. 

Their tongues danced in and out of each other's mouths for a long time before Sherri looked over and noticed the time on the alarm clock. She interrupted the three-way makeout session to say, "Damn. We were playing in bed for almost two hours. It's already noon and at two o'clock there will be a car here to pick us up."

"Where are we going?" Cassandra asked. Her inquisitive nature made her curious about everything but she was willing to follow wherever Sherri led.

"It's a secret," Sherri said with a sly smile. "Get yourselves ready as if you were going out for a night on the town."

The roommates readied themselves as if it were any other day. The only difference was that they walked around their apartment completely naked. All sense of modesty had left them. 

Cassandra made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for everyone to eat for lunch. "It's just like when you made lunch for me when I was a little girl!" Anna exclaimed giddily. Cassandra couldn't help thinking of using the condiments to make a PB&J sandwich with Sherri or Anna's cunts and then eat it. Cassandra felt so dirty she decided to take a shower to distract herself. She hadn't taken one since Monday anyways and she wanted to make a good impression when she met the rest of the Hive. So Cassandra hopped into the bathroom for a quick wash.

After Anna finished her sandwich, she felt an irresistible urge to go join her sister in the shower. She didn't know if this idea was a natural inclination or if she were being subtly compelled by Sherri. Anna didn't care either way, her mind was filled with tantalizing thought s of being naked, hot, and wet with her sister. Anna went into the unlocked bathroom and pulled aside the shower curtain, revealing her sister lathering soap all over her thighs and breasts. Cassandra had already spent her time in the shower using scissors to trim her pubic hair down to a more manageable level 

"Yes, Anna?" Cassandra inquired.

"Can I please take a shower with you, Sis?" Anna answered bashfully.

"Of course! Come on in!" Cassandra replied enthusiastically. "The more the merrier. Besides, I could use someone to help me wash my back."

Anna climbed over the wall of the tub into the shower. Anna ran her hands under the steaming shower head and grabbed the soap. Anna rubbed the bar of soap between her hands and then applied the lather to Cassandra's back. "Been a long time since we showered together, hasn't it?" Anna said idly.

"I think I was probably eleven and you were three the last time we did this," Cassandra recalled. Anna ran her hands up and down the smooth skin of Cassandra's back. Her finger danced upon her older sister's shoulder blade. 

"That little girl is all grown up now," Anna said. Cassandra turned around to look at her sister's wet body. She certainly had developed well since their last shower together. Hot water trickled down Anna's large breasts and rolled off her slopes to drip onto the floor. While Cassandra's body was tall and lanky, Anna was shorter and had actual curves where her sides thinned inward below her chest before widening at her hips and thighs.

Cassandra ran her hands up and down Anna's curvaceous sides and confessed, "I've always been jealous of how beautiful you are. As soon I saw you going through puberty I could tell how hot you would eventually be. I knew I would always just be a Plain Jane." Cassandra brought her hands up to feel Anna's large chest. Anna closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan as Cassandra squeezed and massaged her breasts.

Cassandra continued, "Everything always seems to come so easy to you and hard for me. I always thought it was because you were so pretty, so desirable. But it's because you are a beautiful person too." Cassandra removed one of her hands from Anna's breasts and traced her finger down past Anna's stomach. Anna gasped as Cassandra reached her hand between Anna's thighs and rubbed her vulva. Cassandra couldn't tell if the warm wetness she felt on her hand was from the shower water or Anna's arousal.

Anna wrapped her arms around Cassandra's neck as her sister continued petting Anna's pussy. "Ahhh," Anna purred with pleasure. "You don't realize just how beautiful you are, Cass. You may have been jealous of me, but I always wanted to be like you." Anna's voice faltered for a second as she felt one of Cassandra's fingers work its way inside her pussy. "You were always so mature and responsible. I still look like I'm in high school, you look like a real woman." Anna's hands moved down Cassandra's sides and grabbed her by the buttocks. "Mmm, you feel like a woman too," Anna said seductively.

Cassandra considered her relation to Anna, but ultimately decided she couldn't care less at this moment. She didn't recognize Anna as her sister, Cassandra only saw a beautiful woman she lusted after. She took her finger out of Anna's pussy and grabbed Anna's hips to pull her close. Their mouths moved hesitantly closer toward each other, but as soon as their lips met they made out with wild abandon. Anna acted as the aggressor, pushing Cassandra against the shower wall as they kissed passionately. Anna grabbed the bottom of Cassandra's thigh and pulled her leg. Cassandra wrapped her leg around Anna and pulled her in closer. Both sisters gasped together as their pelvises bumped together and for the briefest second their pussies rubbed against each other. Anna kissed Cassandra's shoulders and bit her neck gently while Cassandra moaned in pleasure.

The sisters were so distracted in their passion that they didn't hear Sherri opening the door to enter the bathroom. They still had not fixed the toilet in the second bathroom so Sherri went ahead and sat on the toilet in here to do her business. While she urinated, Sherri could hear sounds of pleasure and spanking noises coming from behind the shower curtain. Sherri smiled with appreciation for the naughty Dworkin sisters. 

When she was finished using the toilet, Sherri walked to the shower and ripped aside the curtain. The inside of the shower revealed Anna with her face and hands pressed up against the wall. Anna had her ass sticking out while Cassandra fingerfucked her pussy from behind.

Cassandra looked back at Sherri and asked her, "Are you going to join us or what?"

"I would love nothing more than that," Sherri said. "But I'm afraid we are on a tight schedule and we simply do not have the time."

Anna wailed as Cassandra's fingers continued moving in and out of her. She begged Sherri, "Please don't make her stop now."

"That is precisely what she is going to do," Sherri said. Sherri addressed Cassandra, "End it."

Cassandra pulled her fingers out of Anna, who groaned in frustration. "Sorry Sis," Cassandra said apologetically. "I will make you come another time."

Sherri said, "I know you girls can't keep your hands off each other but we have no time to waste. We need to be ready in half an hour." 

Cassandra and Anna dried each other off and got ready as if they were going out for a night on the town. Cassandra curled her hair and wore it long while Anna pulled her blonde hair into a tight bun. They put on their fanciest dresses and jewelry before applying makeup. Cassandra and Anna decided to wear matching purple dresses that were the same color but of different fabrics. Purple was both sisters' favorite color. Sherri wore a strapless black and white striped dress with a scandalously short skirt. Cassandra recognized Sherri's dress as the one she always wore when she went out hunting for pussy. The revealing dress almost always helped Sherri succeed in her quest for a one-night stand. After the ladies finished getting ready, they took turns checking themselves out in the large mirror hanging in the main hallway.

"What beautiful, sexy girls," Sherri remarked. "Though you two would still look beautiful in t-shirts and pajama pants."

The women overheard a car horn honking from outside and Sherri looked at the clock on the kitchen microwave. "Two o'clock on the dot," Sherri said. "Let's head down."

The women walked downstairs and were surprised to see a limousine waiting for them. The female driver waved to them when she saw them walking down the apartment building's stairs. 

"Wow!" exclaimed Cassandra. "I haven't ridden in a limo since prom night. How were you able to arrange this, Sherri?"

"I have been in constant communication with the Queen and the rest of the Hive," said Sherri. 

"How is that possible?" Anna asked. "You have been with us this entire time."

"You will find out soon enough. It looks like they are rolling out the red carpet for you both." Sherri put a hand on Cassandra's shoulder. "We are very excited you are joining us."

Cassandra laid her hand on top of Sherri's and said, "I feel like I already have."

Sherri's dead eyes gleamed in the sunlight as she looked over at Cassandra and said, "You still have no idea what it is like." Cassandra knew Sherri's doll eyes were unnatural but found she no longer cared. If this was the mark of being a Hive member then Cassandra couldn't wait for her eyes to change either.

The three women climbed in the back of the limousine. Once they were settled in their seats, the limo drove off with a squeal of it's tires. Cassandra and Anna found an expensive bottle of champagne and some crystal glasses already set out for them. They certainly would not turn down the opportunity for free alcohol. After pouring a generous amount in their glasses, Anna and Cassandra asked Sherri if she wanted any bubbly. Surprisingly, Sherri declined. 

The limousine driver took the exit toward the Lincoln Tunnel leaving Manhattan. "Where exactly are we going?" Anna asked.

"The center of the Hive has been relocated outside New York City," Sherri explained. "We don't have nearly enough members yet and it is too dangerous to move in the open until our numbers increase."

"Where is the Queen at?" Cassandra asked.

"I can't divulge that information until you join the Hive," Sherri said. Sherri laid back against the seat and crossed her arms behind her head. "The drive will be a couple hours so let's enjoy ourselves while we wait."

Sherri watched the sisters carefully as their limo drove out into the countryside of New York. The sisters poured a new glass of champagne for themselves as soon as they finished a drink. Sherri wanted to make sure the sisters were nice and drunk. It would be better if their senses were inhibited later tonight.

Cassandra looked out the window as the sun began to set. She thought about how much time had elapsed since this morning and asked Sherri, "Isn't it about time for our next dose?"

"My, aren't you a hungry one?" Sherri asked. "Do you really want to taste my pussy that badly, Cass?"

Cassandra nodded her head vigorously. 

"Weren't you saying only a day or two ago that you could never be a lesbian?" Sherri asked her friend.

"I don't know if I'm a lesbian," Cassandra answered. "But I can't live without you and having sex with you is all I can think about. If that makes me a lesbian, so be it."

Sherri grinned from ear to ear. So now her trap was set. It was time to drop a bombshell. "Actually, I don't want you to take your next dose," Sherri said. Anna and Cassandra looked at each other in confusion. What would happen if they missed one of Sherri's cum infusions? "Do you know what I would like, though? I would very much enjoy watching the two of you play for my amusement."

The sisters were happy to oblige. Cassandra sat down next to Anna and rested her hand on Anna's inner thigh. She leaned over to kiss Anna on the lips. Anna returned the kiss and opened her mouth to allow Cassandra's tongue inside. Cassandra loved how Anna's tongue felt against hers. She felt so dirty and naughty when she made out with her little sister. Cassandra and Anna put their hands under each other's skirts so they could rub each other's pussies through their underwear. Anna used her other hand to pull the front of Cassandra's dress down so Cassandra's small but perky breasts were uncovered. Anna couldn't understand why her sister felt so self-conscious about her small breasts. Size wasn't everything, and they still looked beautiful. The exposure of Cassandra's breasts to the air much have given Cassandra a chill, Anna watched Cassandra's nipples harden and extend from her breast. Anna bit her lip and moaned as Cassandra continued rubbing her pussy. Anna had wet through her underwear due to arousal and she began moistening Cassandra's fingers. Anna wanted to show her sister just how desirable Anna thought she was. She leaned down to take Cassandra's left nipple in her mouth. Cassandra moaned as she felt Anna's teeth and tongue playing with the bud of the breast.

The sight of the Dworkin sisters playing together was too hot for Sherri to handle. She raised her feet up on the seat and put her hand under her panties to rub herself. Sherri watched as Cassandra grabbed Anna by her hair and pulled her mouth off her breast. Cassandra pushed Anna back against the seat and began squeezing her chest. Sherri marvelled that it had only taken a day's work to transform the sisters into pussy loving lesbian sluts who would eat out one of their own family members. 

Cassandra got down on her knees in front of Anna and pushed the skirt of Anna's dress up past her waist. "I'll be damned if my little sister gets to have a taste before me," Cassandra said. Cassandra grabbed Anna's underwear and pulled them down her legs and off her feet. Cassandra pushed Anna's thighs apart so she could see her little sister's pussy. It looked delicious.

"I want you to lick me so badly," Anna groaned. "Have I been a bad, bad girl, Sis?"

Cassandra put her fingers on Anna's pussy lips and spread them apart to inspect the pink flesh inside Anna's vagina. "Very bad," Cassandra replied, her breath becoming heavy with lust.

Anna flexed her back and put her hand against the top of the seat as she felt her sex being exposed. "Will you be my dirty sister?" Anna asked.

Cassandra brought her mouth close to Anna's pussy and gently kissed the opening of her vagina. "Yes," Cassandra whispered. Cassandra slowed licked upward on Anna's slit, driving her sister wild. Anna alternated between giggling and moaning as she felt Cassandra's mouth on her. Cassandra flicked her tongue all around the outside of Anna's pussy before licking her way inside. Anna made squeals of pleasure as she felt Cassandra's tongue enter her. Anna grabbed a handful of Cassandra's hair and held her sisters mouth to her pussy, not giving Cassandra a chance to rest or even breathe.

"Sis, you look so fucking hot with your mouth on my cunt," Anna teased. The compliment spurred Cassandra to eat Anna with greater fervor. Cassandra ground her face against Anna's crotch as her tongue embedded itself in Anna's vagina. Anna threw her head back and screamed with pleasure and before looking back down at Cassandra. She couldn't see the bottom half of Cassandra's face, but Anna could tell from her sister's eyes that she was smiling in delight as she pleased Anna's pussy.

"You are just a dirty fucking slut, aren't you?" Anna asked.

Cassandra sucked Anna's labia into her mouth and nibbled on the lips of Anna's pussy. Anna cried out as Cassandra played with her extra-sensitive genitals. Cassandra said, "Yes I am. I am your dirty little slut," and she went back to munching on Anna's pussy.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 02



"I like the sound of that," Anna said. Anna pulled up on Cassandra hair so her sister looked straight at her. Anna slapped Cassandra on the face which made Cassandra moan in painful gratitude. "Are you such a filthy whore that you would lick your sister's pussy and enjoy it? Tell me!" Anna demanded.

"Oh fuck yes," Cassandra moaned. "I love your Dworkin pussy." Cassandra shook her head to escape Anna's grip and brought her face back down to Anna's pussy. Cassandra had lost herself in passion and she started rubbing her face against Anna's pussy, trying to smear Anna's leaking wetness over as much of her face as possible.

"How do you like this pussy?" Anna asked.

"I fucking love it." Cassandra kept rubbing her face against Anna trying to cover every dry spot on her face. "Mmm, we should have done this years ago."

Anna called out to Sherri, "Looks like you are enjoying yourself. Do you like what you see?"

"Fucking beautiful," Sherri called back. She continued playing with her pussy, but was careful not to pleasure herself enough that she would come. If she did, her Essence would spill out onto the floor and there was no way she could prevent these addicts from tasting it before she wanted them to.

"I would never have guessed the little sister would be the dominant one," Sherri observed. 

Anna held Cassandra's face to her crotch as she replied, "Cassandra would always try to boss me around when I was a kid. At the same time, she was always such a goody two-shoes with Mom and would do whatever she said. But now I'm the one in charge. Isn't that right, bitch?"

"Yesss..." Cassandra groaned as she worshipped Anna's pussy. The influence of the Hive and Cassandra's BDSM fantasies had created a willing slave out of her. "I am yours to command."

"I'm your Mommy now," Anna told Cassandra. "You belong to the Hive and you belong to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy." Cassandra answered.

"I want you to show how me how deep your devotion is," Anna said. "Put that sexy tongue of yours on my asshole." Anna turned around and sat on her knees on the seat. She stuck her ass out to give Cassandra tongue access to her anus. Cassandra put a hand of either cheek of Anna's buttocks and spread them apart so she could view Anna's asshole. It was a beautiful brownish-pink rosebud with a slight opening that only revealed darkness beyond. Still caught up in this fantasy, Cassandra stuck her tongue out and flicked it across the bud of Anna's asshole obediently. Anna threw her head back and moaned as Cassandra swirled her tongue around Anna's asshole before sticking the tip of her tongue right into the opening of Anna's asshole.

Cassandra used to think the idea of analingus was disgusting, but right now she was loving the taste of her sister's asshole. All the forbidden pleasures that Cassandra had never indulged in or even considered before were fair game now. Anna brought her hand back to hold the back of Cassandra's head and push Cassandra's tongue further inside her ass. Cassandra purred in pleasure as Anna took control of her and she began tonguing and sucking on the bud of Anna's anus. Licking Anna's asshole felt so dirty and naughty that Cassandra's pussy throbbed with arousal. It was even hotter considering it was her little sister's dirty hole that her mouth defiled. Cassandra couldn't stand it anymore, she took one hand off Anna's ass and brought it down under her dress to rub herself. Cassandra masturbated until her panties and fingers were drenched by her arousal as her tongue continued to work its way into Anna's asshole.

"We're here!" Sherri announced.

Cassandra pulled her tongue out of Anna's anus and stared at Anna's asshole as it retightened following Cassandra's exit. Cassandra looked out the window and noticed it was now evening. How much time had she lost track of while she licked Anna's orifices? The limousine was parked outside of a lonely mansion on a hill in the middle of nowhere. A black gate with spires on top of each post surrounded the mansion grounds. The only lights Cassandra saw for miles around came from candles burning in the mansion windows and from the pale moonlight.

"Do we have to get out already?" Anna complained. "You haven't let me come once today." Anna wriggled her ass in frustration that her climax would remain unfulfilled.

"You had plenty of time for that," Sherri said. "Our favorite slut Cassandra was licking both your holes for almost an hour." The driver came around to the side of the limo and opened the door for the women. "Shall we?" Sherri invited.

Anna turned around to face her sister. "Thanks for everything, Cass," Anna said as she leaned down to kiss her sister on the lips. She seemed unconcerned with where Cassandra's mouth had just been and in fact seemed to relish the taste.

"Use my tongue for your holes any time you want, Mommy," said Cassandra. "I want to be your good little girl."

Anna smiled to know that her and Cassandra's incestuous roleplay game would continue. Cassandra clearly got off on it and Anna enjoyed how kinky it felt to treat her bigger sister like a naughty little daughter. Anna wondered what their mother would think. Now that she thought about it, Deborah Dworkin would make a fantastic addition to the Hive. Maybe a trip to Delaware should be in the making.

Anna was about to put her underwear back on, but thought better of it. She threw them to the limo driver as a tip for outstanding service. The driver held Anna's panties up to her nose as she held the door open. After they all had exited the limousine, Cassandra got her first good look at the mansion. The aged structure sat alone in one of the few open countrysides of New York. It was an imposing red brick building that had to be at least two centuries old. The age and artifice of the building, combined with the darkness barely illuminated by moonlight gave the mansion an eerie cast. If there was ever such thing as a haunted house, this building would certainly qualify by appearance alone. Cassandra shivered though she knew she had nothing to fear here. Or at least that's what she told herself. After dropping them off, the limo driver immediately took off again. Presumably, the driver had another assignment to transport additional groups of women to bring to the lair of the Hive.

Cassandra stood between Sherri and Anna, holding their hands as they walked up the steps to the front door. It felt comforting to have someone to hold onto as she ventured into the unknown. Sherri seemed to sense her apprehension and gave Cassandra's hand an affectionate squeeze. Cassandra wrapped her fingers tightly around Sherri's and stroked Sherri's hand with her thumb. Sherri kissed Cassandra on the cheek and rested her head on Cassandra's shoulder. Cassandra looked over at her sister, who smiled back anxiously. Anna looked excited and nervous about what was to come. They were as ready as they would ever be. When they reached the door, Sherri tapped the knocker on the door three times and waited patiently. A minute later, a voice sounded from inside, "Which universe do we reside in?" 

Sherri answered, "We are in the first and the last universe. But the Hive knows this to be the Seventh."

"You may enter." The door opened and a burly looking older woman showed them inside. The doorkeeper made no pretense of concealing how blatantly she was checking out Cassandra and Anna's bodies as they walked in. Cassandra and Anna looked fantastic in their dresses and with full makeup on. Cassandra made sure to flaunt her assets for the older woman's benefit by swaying her hips and ass back forth as she strode through the door. The elderly woman couldn't help herself from slapping Cassandra's ass and giving her buttock a little rub as the younger woman walked by. Cassandra smiled at her and blew her a kiss before following Sherri and Anna through the entryway. 

The three woman walked through a lobby into the mansion's great hall. Normally, Cassandra would have been awed by the artistry of the walls and columns. The ceiling was made of glass and the moon shined down from right on top the mansion. But Cassandra felt more awed by the mass orgy they confronted. Dozens of naked women piled on top of each other in a sweaty mass throughout the room. For some reason, Cassandra was reminded of an ant colony with insects climbing all over each other. Every sexual act a woman could possibly perform with the same gender was being engaged in before her eyes. Cassandra saw some women merely making out and fingering each other, but most were eating out each other's pussies and assholes. Some women were wearing strapons and fucking every orifice available. Women formed circles of three, four, or even five so they could lick each other at the same time and ensure every member of the daisy chain felt satisfied. One young woman about Cassandra's age was having both her holes penetrated by women wearing strapons while she licked each pussy of a line of women standing before her. Another nearby woman had her partner's entire fist in her pussy and she was busy trying to stretch her asshole open with her own fist. All the women were covered by the greenish slime of their cum and they greedily licked and slurped it off of each others naked, writhing bodies. One woman crawling separate from the pack was so hungry for cum that she was licking and eating it right off the floor.

Sherri spotted some of the regulars from Curvy in the crowd. They were among the first the Queen had turned to the Hive. Jean would never have to be lonely again, she had a neverending bevy of willing partners to lick and be licked by. Jean's maturity would no longer be an obstacle for her hookups, in fact she currently had a young disciple worshipping her pussy and eating Jean's cum out of it. 

Janet and Ellen had completely abandoned their marriage vows as they were each on their knees eating the pussies of strangers. The couple's current favorite activity was to make Hive members cum in their mouths and share the Essence between each other as they made out. They had already eaten out dozens of women in this fashion since their initiation into the Hive. The contrast in taste between Hivesisters was fascinating and this practice far more intriguing than any sexual activities the spouses engaged in previously. Janet and Ellen resolved that they would taste the cum of every Hivesister together. 

Paige had been wrong about young Genevieve being a submissive; since her assimilation she had unlocked her inner domme. Genevieve wore a black leather dominatrix outfit that covered her entire body below her neck except for her breasts, ass, and crotch. She walked from group to group in the orgy carrying her whip which she used to strike any woman whose effort appeared to be lacking. Genevieve had a host of the Initiated crawling after her on all fours. One of them would occasionally leave the others to lick cum off the body of one of the Assimilated. Genevieve was tasked with teaching the Initiated what would be expected of them once they were assimilated. 

Paige hadn't been forgotten by the Queen either. Paige was strapped to one of the walls in the hall, forced to watch the depravity in front of her but not allowed to join in. She had been allowed to taste of the Hive's Essence with Genevieve, who had dominated Paige the same way she had been dominated during their first night together. But now that Paige had become addicted to the delicious fruit of the Hive, it was being maliciously withheld from her. The Queen punished Paige for her prior rudeness, starving her to the point of death before allowing her to again taste the sustenance of the Hive. Paige's face looked gaunt and she had already lost nearly twenty pounds in the last few days. After spending enough time as the fuck toy for the Assimilated, she might beg forgiveness from the Queen and be allowed full membership to the Hive. The Queen was not particularly forgiving, however. Genevieve periodically walked over to Paige and applied lashes of her whip to Paige's breasts or used a cattle prod to transmit electric shocks to her genitals. Paige screamed for mercy and begged to taste Genevieve again. Genevieve took revenge for the way Paige had abused her body a few nights ago by rubbing Paige's pussy with her leather gloved hand but never entering her. Genevieve teased Paige mercilessly by flicking some of the slime out of her own pussy and putting it near Paige's mouth but not allowing her close enough to taste it. Paige tried in vain to reach her head forward enough to put her mouth on Genevieve's finger, but Genevieve pulled her hand away every time Paige got close. Paige wept openly at being denied the ecstasy and sweetness of the Hive, and Genevieve laughed at her anguish.

Cassandra and Anna stood mesmerized by the sight of so many beautiful women fucking. Sherri held a hand over her crotch but left it unmoving. Sherri took a deep breath and said with awe, "The ecstasy is even greater when I am in this close proximity. The Hive shares one mind, so the pleasure of one is felt by all."

"Can we join in?" Anna asked eagerly. 

"This room is for the Assimilated only," Sherri replied. "Initiated can only be in here under special circumstances." She motioned toward a staircase and said, "Follow me."

Sherri led them up the grand staircase to the upper floor of the mansion. Several guest bedrooms were located on this level, many of them being used for the first time in decades. Cassandra and Anna followed close behind Sherri, not wanting to get lost within this massive structure. Sherri knew instinctively where to go even though this was her first time here. She led Cassandra and Anna down a darkened hallway to a room with a lit candle on a holder next to the door. Sherri opened the door and showed them inside.

The guest bedroom was opulent, with a full size bath in one corner and a king size bed. An ornate desk and dresser stood in the corner of the room, clearly handcrafted based on the artifice of the wood styling. Whoever owned this building clearly had a lot of money if these were the furnishings for a guest bedroom. The room was lit by a single candle on a nightstand next to the bed.

"This is where I leave you, I'm afraid," Sherri said.

Cassandra and Anna glanced at each other. They would be out of their element without Sherri to guide them. "We don't want you to go," Cassandra said.

"Yeah, we don't know anyone else here and there is so much you still need to teach us," Anna added.

"Don't worry, I won't be gone for long. There are important matters that require my attention. As the first to be Assimilated, I have assumed much of the responsibility for the care of the Hive. I have several important plans to set in motion, and not near enough time to do so." Sherri put a hand on each woman's shoulder. "After tonight, you will both be joined with me in the glory of the Hive. You can not imagine how incredible it is! Prepare yourselves. The Queen will be receiving each of you before the night is over."

Both sisters looked nervous at this prospect and Anna said, "I hope she isn't disappointed. I don't have much to offer."

"Nonsense," Sherri replied. "The Hive welcomes all women. Every member serves in their own unique way. And I know for a fact that the Queen is very excited to meet both of you."

The women grinned at each other for a moment before Sherri broke the silence. "Here we are chattering away when there is such important work to do," Sherri huffed. "I'm going now." Sherri turned to leave, but before she left the room she called back, "It could be a while before you are called. You probably have some time to play together first." Sherri closed the door quietly behind her as she left Anna and Cassandra to smile at each other mischievously. Anna tackled Cassandra and threw her onto the bed before ripping her dress off.

Sherri smiled slyly as she listened at the door. The sisters wasted no time before resuming their incestuous ways. They would be in for a rude awakening however. Sherri whistled to herself as she walked back down the hallway. Sherri paid close attention to how long a dose of her ejaculate would affect each woman. She had timed this perfectly for when the hold of the Essence expired and the sisters would realize the full impact of what they had done.

Back in the room, Anna ran wet kisses up and down Cassandra's nearly nude body. Cassandra didn't wear a bra beneath her dress so her breasts were already exposed. Anna rubbed her face against Cassandra's breasts as she tore her older sister's panties down and off Cassandra's legs. Cassandra rolled over so the sisters laid side by side on the bed, kissing each other with ferocious passion. Anna still had her dress on, but Cassandra had a hand up her skirt and she ran her fingers over Anna's thigh. Cassandra reached her hand behind Anna to grasp her sister's asscheek. Cassandra was so aroused that Anna could feel her sister's wetness soaking through Anna's dress as they pressed against each other. 

Anna pushed Cassandra onto her back and sat over the top of her. "You have been a bad, bad girl. Turn over." Cassandra rolled onto her stomach so Anna could grab her ass. Anna massaged the luscious cheeks of Cassandra's ass for a few minutes before suddenly she spanked Cassandra hard on her asscheek without warning. Cassandra moaned and wriggled her bottom in response. 

"You naughty little girl," Anna said. "What did you do that was so naughty?"

"I licked my Mommy's cunt," Cassandra answered. Anna slapped Cassandra's ass even harder which produced another moan of pleasure.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes!" Cassandra screamed as Anna spanked her again. "Mommy's cunt tasted so good on my slutty mouth."

"You nasty whore. What else did you do that was naughty?"

"I put my tongue in Mommy's dirty asshole." Thwack! "Ohhhhhhh..."

"Tell me how Mommy's ass tasted, you slut."

"It was delicious. Almost as yummy as Mommy's pussy." Slap! Cassandra's moans of pain and pleasure were so loud that they must be echoing down the hallway outside the room.

"You really enjoy this, don't you?" Anna asked seriously.

"Yes, Mommy," Cassandra said as she swayed her raw, red ass back and forth. "Please punish me more, Mommy," Cassandra requested.

Anna spanked Cassandra again and again, giving each asscheek an equal amount of attention. Anna started slapping the back of Cassandra's thighs as well. Cassandra put her thumb in her mouth and sucked on it as Anna continued punishing her. Cassandra's entire ass turned red, but she didn't seem to mind as she continued cooing and sighing while Anna smacked her ass.

Anna put a hand on Cassandra's side and rolled her over onto her back. Anna got off the bed and pulled on Cassandra's ankles until her crotch was on the edge of the mattress. Anna sat on her knees and forced Cassandra's legs apart. Cassandra loved the way her little sister dominated her. She never thought someone taking control of her would be this enjoyable. The fact that it was her own blood dominating her made it even more kinky and exciting.

"Mommy wants a taste," Anna said as she brought her mouth to Cassandra's crotch and started licking. Cassandra groaned in pleasure and rubbed her hand through Anna's golden hair as Anna exercised her tongue on Cassandra's genitals. 

"Oh, bad Mommy," Cassandra said as she felt Anna's tongue enter her pussy.

While Cassandra was still learning how to properly please a woman, Anna seemed to naturally possess this knowledge. Her tongue instinctively found the most sensitive areas of Cassandra's vagina and when she discovered them her flexible tongue knew what to do. Cassandra felt an orgasm mounting as Anna switched from merely licking her pussy to putting her mouth over the top of Cassandra's cunt. Anna used her lips, teeth, and tongue in tandem to munch, lick, and suck on Cassandra's pussy.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Anna's Story



This is part of the third act of Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers that focuses on the character Anna. I recommend you read Acts One and Two as well as the Intro to Act Three before beginning this story. If you haven't read the parts focusing on Cassandra and Sherri yet, don't worry. Their stories all occur simultaneously to Anna's so they can be read in any order. Once again, I have provided a cast of characters to help readers get up to speed if they haven't read this series in a while. Enjoy the story!

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Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers: Act Three (Anna's Story)

Setting: New York City, Present Day

Cast of Characters:

Anna: Cassandra's little sister and roommate. Anna is the bombshell of the two sisters, with gorgeous platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She boasts the large breasts and bubble butt that men seem to desire the most, a fact that has made Cassandra feel even more self-conscious ever since Anna reached puberty. Anna is studying photography at NYU and working part-time as a barista to try and contribute however she can. Anna has recently become curious whether she is bisexual and agrees to go on a date with Sherri despite Cassandra's objections. After that night with Sherri, Anna is never the same. Little did she realize that Sherri has been assimilated into the Hive and is solely dedicated to having the Dworkin sisters join her in decadent servitude to the will of the Queen. After a single taste, Anna has become addicted to Sherri's pussy and would do anything to have it again. Anna is so far gone that she even helped manipulate her sister into having sex with Sherri. Anna has become a slave to her own depraved sexual desires, even going so far as to have sex with her only sister. Anna thinks she is strong enough to resist the Hive's temptations, but as soon as she meets the Queen she falls to her knees in worship. Anna places her mouth on the Queen's pussy and willingly pledges her mind, body, and soul to the Hive. 

Cassandra: The protagonist of this series is a young professional in her late twenties. Cassandra has pale skin along with long brunette hair and brown eyes. She has a handsome face and a skinny, desirable body though she has always felt self-conscious about how small her breasts are in proportion to the rest of her. Cassandra doesn't fit the mainstream definition of attractive or sexy but there is something about her that both males and females find alluring. Cassandra works as a copy editor at a fashion magazine run by Catherine O'Hara. Cassandra fell under the sway of the Pussy Snatchers after resisting longer and harder than any of the other women that were converted. The Hive, which includes Cassandra's boss and coworkers helped entrap her and led her to being mind controlled by her friend Sherri. Under Sherri's influence, Cassandra is made to have sex first with Sherri and then with Cassandra's younger sister Anna. Sherri delivers the sisters to a mansion deep in the country wilderness where the Hive has its secret lair. Cassandra tries her hardest to resist again, but becomes filled with lust at the sight of the Hive's Queen. She has sex with the Queen and this act of copulation causes her to be assimilated into the Hive. Cassandra's mind and body belong to the Hive now. The Hive is a collection of women who have had their minds altered by the Queen to do her bidding. The process of Cassandra's assimilation is more involved than what her fellow Hivesisters experienced, having had sex with the Queen multiple times rather than just once. This has done something odd to Cassandra, something that makes her different from the others. She doesn't understand it yet, but she is changing. Becoming something more than human.

Sherri: Cassandra's roommate and best friend. They have been friends since grade school and are as close as sisters. Sherri has a mixed racial heritage, with skin colored a light caramel tone. She has dark brown eyes and short, black hair that sticks out in all directions like an afro in its infancy, though her hair looks more ragged than bushy. Sherri works part time in a lesbian dive bar at nights and at a hair salon during the day. She barely earns enough money to help with rent. Sherri has been an out and proud lesbian for over ten years. She normally never hits on straight women, but seemingly overnight her entire personality has changed. Sherri now seduces heterosexual women and turns them into pussy-hungry lesbians. Sherri has harbored a secret crush on Cassandra for years, and her proudest accomplishment thus far has been providing the formerly straight Cassandra with her first lesbian experience. Sherri's claim to fame is being the first to be assimilated into the Hive by the Queen and is the most loyal member of this strange lesbian cult.

The Queen: An extraterrestrial being of extraordinary power. Though her body is not human, she identifies as a female. Her true form is unknown because she is a shapeshifter who appears to humans as a middle-aged woman with dark hair. Her body is absolutely flawless, with perfectly geometric curves calculated to stimulate the most desire in humans and enough flesh on her breasts, thighs, and buttocks to appear shapely but not overweight. Her face and skin has not a single blemish or imperfection. Through sex, she releases a pod that embeds itself in her partner's bodies. The pod that the Queen produces bends the minds of women to her will and connects their consciousness to an overall hive mind. The assimilated women generate their own imitation of the Queen's otherworldly allure called the Essence. It is this dangerously addictive secretion that lures unsuspecting women into the clutches of the Hive. The Queen's goals are currently unknown, but she has been assimilating every woman she can get her "hands" on and her only clear aims are for expansion.

Day Eight

Anna threw open the double doors and rushed into the auditorium just before the start of class. Her large chest heaved as she recovered from her shortness of breath. She had run the mile and a half straight here from her apartment with purse and backpack in tow. Anna had only returned to the city a few hours ago, and the late arrival left barely enough time to get ready for school. Anna scanned the room and found an open seat next to a friend of hers named Daphne. 

The classroom had been updated to modern standards recently with stadium-style seating, projectors and screens and a podium featuring a complete media center. The chairs were all padded with soft cushions on the seat and backs, a fact Anna felt very thankful for as she rested herself. All of the overhead lights were turned on, so Anna's classmates collectively noticed her bursting into class a minute before the session started. Luckily, their professor seemed to be running late as well. Professor Zarita usually sat at the desk drinking her coffee and working on the computer fifteen minutes before the first students arrived.

The course Anna had nearly been late for was a blanket overview of classical art, photography, and digital imaging taken by a diverse collection of visual arts majors, photography/videography majors, fine arts majors, and bored undergrads filling a prerequisite. The all-day class consisted of a lecture, studio time, and recitation every Monday and Friday. Anna had missed the session on Friday, but she was sure her professor would help her catch up on everything she missed. Hopefully, privately.

"Where the hell have you been?" Daphne whispered as Anna shuffled into her seat. Daphne looked like a stereotypical arts student with purple-dyed dreadlocks, several piercings including a half-dozen earrings on each ear and a nose stud as well as an absurd combination of clothes that included a black leather jacket, a too-short black miniskirt and red and green striped leggings. Despite the distracting look, it only took one look at Daphne to realize that her flamboyant appearance couldn't hide that she was absolutely gorgeous. "I had no one to partner with during studio time on Friday except, ugh, Sarah."

"I had something come up," Anna answered plainly. 

Anna took her jacket off to reveal a deep-necked short-sleeved blouse that emphasized her sizable bosom. In her rush, Anna threw on some tight yoga pants that didn't really match her shirt but at least showed off her legs and buttocks. Anna wore her blonde hair long and curly. That was mostly the reason she was almost late, Anna had been trying to curl her hair perfectly and painstakingly applied makeup to highlight her deep blue eyes, button nose, adorable chipmunk cheeks, and full lips.

Anna had never really taken advantage of her incredible beauty before, but now she would wield it as a weapon. After removing her jacket, Anna caught some of her male classmates doing a poor job of hiding the fact that they were staring at Anna's tits. Too bad, I didn't dress this way for you silly boys, Anna thought. 

Anna still breathed with deep heaving gasps to refill her depleted lungs. "What, did you run here again?" Daphne asked with disbelief.

"Yup," Anna replied as she took her camera, notebook, and pen out of her backpack and arranged them on the tablet armrest she had pulled down onto her lap. 

"Typical Anna Dworkin behavior," Daphne said disapprovingly. "If you didn't spend so much time dolling yourself up maybe you would have made it without having to rush."

"Like I would ever leave the apartment without makeup and lipstick," Anna said with a roll of her eyes. "Not all of us enjoy being all-natural like you do."

"Not everyone is as awesome as I am either," Daphne said snarkily. "So what could be so important that pulled you away for the entire weekend? I went to visit you at work Saturday and your boss said you never showed up for your shift."

Anna grimaced. With her wild weekend she had completely forgotten about work at the coffee shop. She missed a shift on Sunday afternoon as well. When Anna had retrieved her phone from her apartment earlier this morning she had a voicemail from her boss telling her not to bother coming back to work. Anna had laughed it off after she listened to the message; work and money seemed like such petty concepts after all she had seen and experienced. 

"It was a family emergency," was all Anna said. She didn't like lying to her friend, but at least there was a nugget of a kernel of a speck of truth in her answer.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Daphne replied seriously, already regretting teasing Anna about her disappearance. "What happened?"

"I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind," Anna snapped. "What's with the interrogation, anyways?"

Daphne put her hands up and said, "Chill out, woman. It's just with all these kidnappings and other weird shit going on I started worrying about you. You didn't answer any of my phone calls."

"I left my phone in the city by accident," Anna replied apologetically. "Sorry I never got back to you."

The lights in the auditorium dimmed as the professor opened the door nearest to the podium and adjusted a control switch next to the entrance. She assessed the level of attendance in the auditorium and then walked to the desk to lay her briefcase down. While the professor started the computer at the podium and began pulling her lesson plans out of her briefcase, Anna looked over at her friend. Daphne's perky breasts bounced around as she shrugged her leather jacket off her shoulders. Daphne wore a very pretty white blouse with flowery embroidery around the collar and sleeves. Though the shirt didn't show any more than her collarbone, it clung to Daphne's chest snugly. Being an all-natural girl, Daphne forsook the use of a bra much to the approval of Anna's leering eyes. Besides mitigating the cooling weather, Anna wouldn't be surprised if Daphne only wore her leggings because she hadn't shaved her legs in a few weeks. She certainly didn't shave her armpits, though at least she kept the hair beneath her arms trimmed. Daphne shivered after doffing her jacket and Anna could see her nipples hardening and poking out through her blouse. Unconsciously, Anna licked her lips at the sight of Daphne's buds peeking out.

Anna's gaze drifted downward to Daphne's legs. Because of the way she was sitting, Daphne's long blouse rode up high enough that Anna could see her shapely thighs and the crotch in between them. The leggings left nothing to the imagination. They were so tight that Anna could see the fabric rubbing up against Daphne's groin, showing the lips of her pussy as a camel toe. Anna clucked her lips and became aroused as she imagined Daphne bent over naked in front of her, having her brains fucked out by a dildo strapped to Anna's hips.

(Flashback: One Week Earlier)

Only a week before Anna would have never behaved this way, leering at a friend's body and fantasizing about having sex with them. She had liked boys and liked having sex with them. But recently Anna found herself feeling curious whenever she looked closely at another woman's body. She kept her curiosity hidden from her friends and family but ruminated privately over what it could mean. Anna had always appreciated beauty in other women and enjoyed looking at their bodies if they looked hot but always thought that was just innocent admiration. She had kissed girls before when playing spin the bottle or truth or dare in high school. It didn't mean anything then, just a way to get the boys she liked excited. While drunk at a recent party, Anna had made out with another girl in front of everyone there. The girl she kissed clearly just wanted to show off and act wild, but Anna found she actually enjoyed the lips of other girls on her own. After processing why she felt that way, Anna realized that it was precisely because it was a girl that she enjoyed the kiss so much. Anna finally admitted she had always felt attraction toward the same gender, but only recently realized that the attraction had a sexual component. She still slept with a few boys during the summer and kind of enjoyed it, but found herself constantly wondering why she felt something missing. Anna didn't know if she was bisexual, but she definitely felt bicurious.

Anna meant to talk to her roommate Sherri about it. Anna's older sister Cassandra and Sherri had been friends since before Anna was even born. She had always been in Anna's life. Since Anna was a young child, Sherri had always been her older sister's cool friend who smoked, had body piercings, and behaved like an all-around badass. While Cassandra always treated Anna like a child and worried over her incessantly, Sherri had given Anna her first cigarette when she was only fourteen and got her high when she was seventeen. Anna always looked up to her as someone who respected her independence wouldn't coddle her like her sister or parents did. 

Anna remembered when she was about nine overhearing her parents speaking in hushed tones about Cassandra's best friend coming out as gay. The Dworkins had known Sherri's family forever and lamented how unfortunate the situation was for Sherri's parents to have a gay daughter. Anna's parents wondered whether or not Sherri exerted a bad influence on Cassandra. Pretty silly considering Anna hadn't seen her sister with body piercings or hungover following a late night until after she went to college. Anna knew her parents were secretly glad that Sherri and Cassandra had enrolled in different colleges two states away. 

Anna couldn't see what the big deal was, but while still in the single digits she was too young to truly understand what it all meant. Her parents wouldn't answer any of her questions but Cassandra loved her friend like a sister and had no problem with explaining Sherri's sexuality to Anna and making it clear there was nothing wrong with it. The concept of homosexuality was entirely new to Anna, but she couldn't understand what was wrong with it. So Sherri liked girls instead of boys, what was all the fuss about?

When Anna moved to New York to attend school it only made sense to move in with Cassandra and Sherri. The only thing more expensive than rental prices for decent apartments in the city was the room and board for staying on-campus. It was a bit of an adjustment living with roommates quite a bit older than her. Cassandra and Sherri had real jobs, though only Cassandra's could be considered a career. Anna had harbored unexplained desires for girls for just the last few months, only beginning to question her sexuality at the end of her freshman year. She hadn't had a boyfriend for most of the year, but hooked up with a few for unsatisfying one night stands. She kept wanting to bring the subject of her curiosity up with Sherri and have her help figure out whether it was a temporary phase or genuine interest. Anna worried about what her sister would think if she found out though, and so she never took the opportunity to ask Sherri. It turned out that Sherri made the first move anyway.

Due to the age disparity, Sherri had never shown any romantic interest in Anna. Even after Anna hit puberty and it became clear that she would blossom into a beautiful, ravishing young woman Sherri always acted proper around her. Sure, Anna had to hear the moans from Sherri's room whenever Sherri brought someone home to their apartment (which did nothing but add more fuel to the fire of Anna's curiosity) but otherwise Sherri never behaved the same around her as she would with the ladies at the bar she worked at. 

A few days ago, everything changed. Sherri came on strong, practically forcing herself on Anna and turning her world upside down. Before she knew it, Anna had agreed to a date with Sherri. Anna told Sherri everything she had been feeling the last few months. Sherri held Anna's hand and listened carefully throughout. When Anna had finished, Sherri smiled wickedly and told Anna she was going to for sure know her sexuality before the night was over. 

The dinner was great, but dessert was even better. When Sherri and Anna made love to each other for the first time, it was like Anna had found what was missing in her life. Little did she know at the time that Sherri planned to add her to the growing population of the Hive. Anna's curiosity had driven her right into the Hive's clutches. Licking Sherri, tasting her Essence and feeling the call of the Hive made Anna's conviction to explore her sexuality even stronger. It had been the most fulfilling experience Anna would have until she eventually felt her Queen's phallus ejaculating a seedpod down her throat. Nothing could ever be greater than the first moment after she became part of the Hive. Anna had been transformed into a total lesbian, no longer attracted to men and desiring to have amazing sex with as many women as possible to add greater numbers to the Hive. Anna wanted to share this incredible experience with as many women as possible. 

(Present Day)

Anna leaned over to whisper to Daphne, "Hey, I found this awesome bar that we need to check out.

Daphne rolled her eyes and whispered back sarcastically, "Wow, that's great, Anna. Um, I'm not sure how to bring this up but you do know we are only twenty right? What are we going to do, drink Shirley Temples and have creepy older guys hit on us all night long?"

"No, it's cool," Anna said reassuringly. "My roommate works as a bartender there. She can get us in and will hook us up. We won't even have to pay for drinks all night."

"Oh, really?" Daphne asked. She did love to drink but hated always having to find a legal aged guy to obtain alcohol for some underaged girls. Their savior always seemed to expect that generosity to be rewarded. "Sounds fun. Is this your roommate the sister or your roommate the lesbian?"

"Ha!" Anna laughed. "Like my sister would ever let me do something illegal like that. She still treats me like a baby. The lesbian, of course."




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Anna's Story



"Hmm," Daphne said doubtfully. "Not sure how I feel about that."

"Homophobic, much?" Anna asked teasingly.

"No way!" Daphne said emphatically. "I just don't know how comfortable I would feel about the situation. Would she like, expect anything of us for helping get us drunk?"

"What would be so wrong with that? Is a lesbian trying to take advantage any different than when it's a guy? Besides, you already look the part of a lesbo," Anna joked. That comment drew a withering glare from Daphne. "I kid, I kid. Anyways, you can't really knock lesbian sex until you've try it."

Before Daphne could retort, Professor Zarita cleared her throat loudly into her lapel microphone. Her cough echoed through the classroom over the loudspeakers. Everyone in the class stared at Daphne and Anna talking not so silently to each other as the professor attempted to begin her lesson. The projection screen had been lowered and the first page of today's slideshow was displayed. Anna and Daphne didn't realize they had even raised their voices. Anna hadn't been this embarrassed since being caught passing notes to boys in middle school and having her messages read in front of class by the teacher.

"Am I allowed now to begin?" The professor asked. She had a strong Hispanic sounding accent. Anna thought she was originally from Chile. Her English was excellent though her phrasing sometimes sounded off. 

"Yes, Professor Zarita," Daphne and Anna said in unison.

Isabella Zarita was a Latina in her late thirties who had hair as dark as night that had been pulled back into a tight bun and stabilized by two crisscrossed chopsticks. She wore dark glasses with triangle shaped lens and had a prominent beauty mark on her upper left cheek. She also wore dark red lipstick as well as a simple black dress that revealed more of her legs and arms than a teacher's outfit typically would. Her tall high heels were a purple color so dark they appeared almost black. Basically, everything dark. Isabella intimidated Anna not only due to her steely manner, but also her internationally famous reputation as a photographer. Her photographs of massacres and war zones in Central and South America had garnered international prizes and even a nomination for a Pulitzer. Anna couldn't believe such a prestigious artist had been given an introductory class to teach. Anna definitely wanted to stay in her good graces.

{Talking in class? Very, very naughty, Annalisa Dworkin} Isabella smirked as she sent her message to Anna.

{Good morning, professor} Anna returned. {Believe me, you have no idea how naughty I can be}

{You will need to see me after class for punishment, Miss Dworkin. We will find out then how naughty you are} 

{Looking forward to it.} Anna couldn't help grinning. {I have to say I'm surprised you haven't turned any of my classmates yet}

{That is your task, my dear. Not mine. I've already Initiated six of my fellow faculty, but I haven't yet arranged transportation so they may undergo assimilation by the Queen}

To the rest of Anna's classmates, it looked like the professor grinned devilishly while staring intently Anna silently. Normally, Anna would probably have wet herself with fear at Ms. Zarita's penetrating gaze. Daphne even uttered under her breath, "Oh shit, Anna." She knew she had nothing to fear from her professor though. After terminating communication with Anna, Isabella addressed the entire class, "Anyways, my pupils..."

Isabella began her lecture, using a clicker to navigate through the Powerpoint slides projected on multiple screens and commenting on each of them. Even in the dim light, Anna could make out the curves of Isabella's slim, but supple buttocks highlighted by her tight dress every time the professor turned to look at the screen. Anna couldn't wait to have her hands all over that fine ass. Anna desired desperately to reach down the front of her pants and touch herself. Thinking of Daphne and Isabella naked made her feel so horny. But unfortunately she had to maintain some sense of decorum for now and refrain from masturbating during class.

While Isabella's lively instruction and exotic accent made the lecture as interesting as always, the professor's voice faded from Anna's attention as she daydreamed about the last few days. 

(Flashback: Days Four through Seven)

The four days Anna spent at the Hive's mansion were glorious. Every afternoon, Cassandra, Sherri, and her packed a picnic lunch and blankets and went hiking in the country while enjoying the perfect temperature of a warm autumn afternoon. They would find a sunny, secluded spot to lay out their blanket and lounge on. The mansion's pantries were filled to the brim with food and the picnic always included delicious fresh fruits, homemade baked bread, wheels of pungent but succulent cheeses and a bottle of wine far more expensive than the three women could ever afford. The roommates removed their clothing as soon as they arranged the blankets and food and would eat their lunches and sip glassfuls of wine before snoozing and sunbathing in the nude. Full-body massages were obligatory as the women laid out on their stomachs, especially if they included a tongue bath. Anna loved running her tongue over all the curves of Sherri's plump bottom until her mouth descended into the crack between Sherri's asscheeks. 

Besides eating their picnic the roommates would eat each other as well. The group's favored position was to create a triangle chain so that each woman could lick and finger a vagina while their own genitals were being attended to. Making love to her sister made Anna feel so dirty and naughty. She loved to dominate her bossy older sister and take some good-natured revenge for the way Cassandra always lorded over her growing up. The best part was that Cassandra got off on it, calling Anna her mommy before sucking on Anna's tits and eating her cunt. Anna loved sitting on her sister's face, making Cassandra's mouth pleasure her while Anna played with her sister's nipples. Once Cassandra could no longer breathe Anna would lift her pelvis to allow Cassandra to gasp a mouthful of oxygen before sitting back down on Cassandra's wriggling tongue. Anna's sister also possessed an unnatural joy for having her bottom spanked, a fetish that Anna took full advantage of by punishing Cassandra for having such nasty perverted desires for her own sister.

Anna never tired of making love to Sherri either. She would be forever indebted to her roommate for giving Anna her first lesbian experience and introducing her to the Hive. Sherri used her tongue the best out of all the women who had licked Anna's pussy (though Cassandra's rapid improvement in that area made her come in at a close second), a feat that the nubile ebony woman reaffirmed every day of Anna's stay.

When she wasn't with her roommates, Anna spent all of her time with Genevieve. The fiery redhead dominatrix set Anna's heart afire every time she thought of her. Nothing in the world felt more satisfying than when they shared another woman between them. Anna could think of no greater pleasure than breaking a girl and forcing her to lick Genevieve, letting Anna revel in the pleasure forming on Genevieve's face that Anna knew had been created by her domination. The two spent their time together training the Initiated and preparing them for assimilation. This meant that they had to dominate and subjugate a woman without letting their prisoner taste of their Essence. A woman still under the influence of Essence was unable to be fully assimilated into the Hive. So the women Anna and Genevieve worked on were entirely lucid and completely aware of their predicament rather than being mind-controlled by the Hive. This made them much more hesitant and afraid. Anna and Genevieve's job was to break their prisoners down and twist their minds until they would willingly submit to the Queen and join the Hive. There were ways to compel women to do so against their will, but it was always better if the woman believed it was her own choice. Over the long weekend, Anna and Genevieve had a one hundred percent success rate of conversion.

On Sunday morning, Genevieve presented Anna with a wonderful gift. A black latex dominatrix outfit that matched the one Genevieve already wore. The outfit had a tight corset that emphasized Anna's already generous cleavage and the outfit below the waist left Anna's ass and crotch fully uncovered. A garter and belt connected stockings to knee-high boots with long stiletto heels. Genevieve assisted Anna in putting the outfit on for the first time, tying the laces behind the corset tightly for Anna.

"You look so fucking sexy," Genevieve told Anna. She stared down at Anna's shaved pussy, exposed between a gap in the latex material.

"Now I look almost as hot as you do," Anna replied. 

In contrast to Anna's bare pubis, Genevieve possessed a shock of fiery red hair surrounding her pussy. Anna knew Genevieve felt immensely proud of the bright color of her hair and delighted in showing it off. She would never dream of shaving her pussy. Anna and Genevieve moved close, their latex outfits squeaking together as they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. 

Anna could feel the love they shared for each other mixing together as their linked and growing even stronger as the feelings combined. Anna and Genevieve behaved so dominantly around others, they needed someone they could be vulnerable and tender with when they were alone. In each other, they had found that person. 

Anna broke the kiss and laid her hand on Genevieve's cheek. She loved the infinite seeming number of freckles that dotted her friend's face. {I want to pleasure you, but it doesn't feel right to be on my knees for you} Anna sent.

{I feel the same way} returned Genevieve with a warm smile.

Anna directed Genevieve toward a nearby couch and pushed her down gently. Anna hopped on Genevieve so that her vagina sat above Genevieve's mouth and Anna leaned down so she could kiss Genevieve's flame-haired crotch. {We can pleasure each other at the same time, Genie}

Genevieve and Anna held each other tenderly as they explored each other's bodies with fingers and tongues at the same time.

{Oh, Anna! This feels so nice loving each other this way}

{Don't stop, Genie. Never stop loving me...}

Training an Initiated was rather easy; with their dependence on Essence they were halfway to submitting to the Hive already anyways. The most fun the two dominatrices had were the times when a completely uninitiated and physically pure woman was brought to Anna and Genevieve's sex dungeon. These women were kidnapped and taken directly to the mansion where they were left in Anna and Genevieve's secret room blindfolded, gagged, and completely naked.

They would break these women slowly, first leaving them in their current state for a day without food, water or access to any toilet besides a bucket in the corner of the room. The captors would first build up dependence on them by allowing their starving and parched captive to eat a meal off the floor and drink water out of a dish. Anna and Genevieve then leashed their new pet and forced her to crawl for them by leading her around the room by her collar. The dominatrices made their prisoner engage in humiliating exercises, performing jumping jacks naked so they could see how high the captive woman's breasts bounced and forcing her to squat and bend over again and again until she was too sore to move. This also allowed her new masters to assess her pussy and ass holes. Next, the victim was tied up so she couldn't move an inch and gagged so she couldn't scream. Anna and Genevieve ran feathers and silk strips of cloth over the captive's body to tickle and tease her in the most sensitive places. 

It was at this time that they would remove the blindfold so the prisoner could see that she was being dominated by two incredibly attractive twenty year-old girls. Anna and Genevieve would take their prisoner's hands make the captive squeeze their breasts and asses so they could become used to touching women's bodies. Next, Anna and Genevieve put their mouths and tongues all over the prisoner's body, paying special attention to their nipples, pussy, and asshole until the captive had been driven insane with pleasure. The strapons were the next sexual tool implemented. Anna and Genevieve would take turns sticking their plastic cocks inside each of the prisoner's holes, rotating between orifices often to make sure the prisoner got a good taste of their own pussy and ass and became comfortable with the new flavors. 

The finishing move Anna and Genevieve had devised was to take turns fucking their prisoner from behind while the other dominatrix stood in front of the captive with their pussy a few tantalizing inches away from their mouth. The woman standing in front of the prisoner had to be aroused so the captive would be able to smell the Essence dripping out of the pussy only an inch from their face. The aroma of a Hivesister's secretions promised the most delicious and distinct taste the universe had ever known. The smell was so enticing that the prisoner would be begging to eat the women's pussies by this point. Anna and Genevieve carefully timed this operation using their psychic communication so that when the woman fucking their prey from behind brought the prisoner to climax, their partner would shove the captive's face into their genitals to smear their Essence all over the woman's mouth. The newly Initiated would be forced to come at the exact same time that they first tasted Essence, an extremely potent combination of sensations that effectively obliterated whoever the woman used to be. Anna and Genevieve's training regimen had already partially broken their prisoner, but after tasting a Hive member's pussy for the first time their mind was completely fragmented. The cracks in their psyche were filled with a newfound love for the Hive and a desire to live among its ranks for all time. Many women were turned in this way while Anna visited and each one willingly submitted themselves to assimilation by the Queen without even being mind-controlled by any Essence other than their first time.

Sunday night, to celebrate Cassandra and Anna's last evening in the Hive's lair, the Hivesisters conducted a massive orgy in the main hall. Anna lost count of how many women she had sex with in one night. The large, open room became a writhing mass of hundreds of women licking, toying, and tribbing with each other. All the women in the hall linked minds so that the pleasure of one was shared with the rest of the Hive as part of a single consciousness. Anna felt like she was fragment of a single large entity, and whatever she could do to lick or fuck a better contributed to the whole. She felt every woman's orgasm, experienced it so powerfully that it was like her own. Her anus felt like it was being licked, toyed, fingered, and fucked all at the same time. Anna tasted the Essence of dozens of women in her mouth all at once. She savored the flavor by swishing the actual physical ejaculate of her most recent partner around in her mouth while tasting a hundred more. Anna never really appreciated the complexities that differentiated the flavor of one woman from another until she could taste several at the same time. To put it bluntly, this was the most mindblowing sexual experience of her entire life.

As the most recently assimilated, Taylor and Naomi acted as the centerpieces for the orgy. The innocent blonde intern and the formerly reluctant blonde pop star sat on their knees naked with their backs pressed together. The blondes kneeled in the middle of the room and allowed any woman who desired it to ejaculate all over them. The girls held their mouths open and looked to be in ecstasy as they were drenched with the creamy Essence of dozens of women. Anna personally made both Naomi and Taylor's mouths the repository for her come before the evening was complete. The girls' yellow scalps turned dark from the amount of come their hair soaked up and women's ejaculate dripped down their noses, their chins, their breasts and their stomachs. 

Once the Hivesisters had exhausted themselves and taken their fill of debauchery, hundreds of glasses of champagne and wine were passed out by Initiated servants. The Hivesisters drank their fill and viewed Taylor and Naomi providing the night's final entertainment. The blondes slurped the slimy come off each other's bodies and then ate each other out, spitting the intermingled Essence of dozens of women into each other's vaginas. Once their bodies had been cleaned and their pussies were filled to overflowing with Essence, the women arranged their bodies so they could grind their crotches together. Anna could only imagine how good it would feel to have the ejaculate of so many women swimming around inside them, squirting and passing the concoction between each other's bodies as they fucked. 

Their pussies were so wet with other women's Essence dripping from their slits that Taylor and Naomi kept slipping by each other as they tried tribbing. But after firming themselves up so their bodies were stabilized Taylor and Naomi were able to fuck each other until their own Essences flooded out of them and into each other's pussies. The girls never stopped screaming as they felt the impossible pleasure of two female's Essences intermingling. As their minds, bodies, and Essence touched they truly became one. A loud sigh passed through the women in the hall as a final simultaneous orgasm was experienced by all present. 

(Present Day)

Anna's elbow slid off the armrest and she barely caught herself before her chin slammed down onto the tablet arm of the chair. She had completely lost herself in her memory of last night's depravity. Normally she found Isabella's lectures intriguing but it was impossible to pay attention today. Daphne snickered as she watched Anna shaking her head and collecting herself after narrowly avoiding serious facial injury. It appeared to her as if her friend was falling asleep in class. Thankfully, Isabella hadn't noticed at all and continued on with her lecture.

Anna decided to focus on her task at hand. She met privately with the Queen the night before and she assigned Anna an important task. Her overall goal was to turn her fellow classmates (and I definitely know who I want to start with, Anna thought as her eyes trailed up and down Daphne's long legs) but her primary objective was to turn a specific girl. Anna's eyes scanned the classroom until she found her target. 

Sarah had large round glasses with silver wire frames. Long, bushy brown hair that looked like it was never styled before she left in the morning topped her head. A small number of freckles on her upper cheeks were too few in quantity to make a face that never bore any makeup look adorable. Sarah had a tiny, boyish rail-thin body without any tits or ass. Anna didn't think she had heard Sarah utter a single word in class the few weeks since the school semester began. Even when they had to work on a group project together, Sarah never said more than what was absolutely necessary to complete the project. 

She was the definition of a shy Plain Jane. But as well as being a brilliant painter who had been granted a full-ride scholarship to the university she was also the daughter of the Canadian ambassador to the United Nations. The Queen now felt the Hive was strong enough that they could sustain an international presence. When Isabella brought Sarah's familial relation to the Queen's attention, their majesty immediately thought of Anna as the tool she could use to seduce a diplomat's daughter. Anna wished she shared the Queen's confidence. Sarah seemed to have no interest in anything besides her art, at least nothing sexually. She might even be asexual for all Anna knew. How do you go about seducing someone who wasn't attracted to men, women, or any of the other spectrums of gender identities in between?




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Anna's Story



"That concludes the lecture for this morning." Isabella's closing snapped Anna back to reality. "You will have an hour of studio time in the media center and then about an hour for lunch. I expect all of you back here at 1pm sharp."

As the students slowly filed out of the auditorium, Isabella addressed Anna. "Miss Dworkin, will you please see me after class? We need to examine everything you missed last Friday."

Anna made an exaggerated sigh for Daphne's benefit. "Yes, professor," Anna grumbled.

Daphne grabbed Anna's hand and squeezed it. "Good luck," she whispered as she walked away. She fully expected the hardass Professor Zarita to tear Anna a new one. 

Anna bent her neck sideways to get the best view of Daphne's asscheeks rolling up and down as she walked away. Anna could see every curve of Daphne's plump bottom through her skintight leggings. Anna noticed Sarah walking by next her wearing an ugly loose-fitting blue sweater and jeans. I'm going to make her mine somehow, Anna thought.

After the students had all left, Anna walked up the short stairs until she matched Isabella's stature at the podium. As Anna drew close, Isabella wrapped her arms around Anna's back while Anna reached behind her teacher. The moment Anna had been waiting for all class period arrived as Anna grabbed Isabella's small yet supple ass and squeezed its flesh in her hands. No man had ever held Isabella's body so possessively and it drove her wild. Isabella purred and drew Anna into a sloppy, passionate kiss. 

After kissing for a few minutes, Isabella broke away with a final flick of her tongue on Anna's lips. Isabella breathed heavily with lust as she remarked, "Missing class and mouthing off to teacher. If you don't watch yourself Miss, you are going to fail this course."

Anna laughed loudly and played along. "But professor!" Anna said innocently. "I need at least a B+ to keep my scholarship. Is there any extra credit or anything I can do to bump my score up? I'm desperate. Tell me how I can save my grade, and I'll do it."

Isabella chuckled and answered, "I'll tell you what, you can do me a special favor. I will give you an A. All you have to do is get on your knees and lick my cunt until I come all over your face."

"Professor! You can't make me do that!" Anna cried. "It's sick and wrong! I'll do anything but that!"

"The only way you are passing this class is if you get down on your knees and eat my cunt right this minute," Isabella promised. 

Anna's eyes scanned the exits with mock fright. "But what if someone walks in and sees?" Anna asked worriedly. 

"The danger of getting caught only makes me hotter," Isabella explained as she touched her crotch through her dress and rubbed her palm up and down. "Now do you want to pass this class or not?"

Anna giggled as she got down on her knees, briefly disrupting the fantasy. She threw Isabella's skirt over her hand and rested her head firmly between Isabella's wide spread legs. Anna kissed her way up Isabella's inner thigh before reaching Isabella's dripping cunt. Her panties were already overflowing with wetness and her enticing scent filled Anna's nostrils. Isabella gasped as Anna licked her pussy through her underwear.

"Mmm, yummy," Anna said as she tasted her professor between the lacy material of Isabella's black underwear. Isabella's pubic hair sticking through the gaps in her lingerie tickled Anna's tongue. Anna put her hands up the back of Isabella's panties to grab her ass again before ripping Isabella's underwear down past her knees. Isabella had a small pussy with big puffy pink lips and a wild forest of hair stretching from her bellybutton down to her anus. Anna lapped at Isabella's pussy with a wild hunger. 

Isabella looked down with her mouth open in shock at the sight of one of her students eating her cunt so greedily. She knew she was breaking every ethical code a teacher could have but that didn't matter when she had an eager young pussylicker exercising all of her newfound skills on Isabella's body. Besides, if Isabella had to pick any one of her students to be her pussy slave the blonde, buxom beauty Anna Dworkin would have been at the top of the list. A girl with beauty such as Anna possessed could have any man she wanted and make them serve her on hands and knees before she let them anywhere near her love box. That made it even hotter to see Anna behaving like a lesbian whore who could have her perverted desires fulfilled no matter who she was licking.

Isabella lifted her dress up so she could view Anna's tongue going to work on her vagina. She certainly is an eager little pussylicker, Isabella thought. She didn't think any of the women she had been with so far had been able to reach their tongue as deep inside her pussy as Anna's. Deciding there was no better time to talk business, Isabella sent {How exactly were you planning to add Sarah to our flock?} 

It was the strangest thing. Anna could tell Isabella had sent her message using her native Spanish tongue, but Anna understood it in her mind as if she were a Spanish language expert. {Do you want me to stop so we can discuss it?} Anna replied with a wry tone. It was going to be difficult to engage in conversation with Isabella moaning like that while Anna was buried tongue-deep in Isabella's vagina.

{No, never stop. Remember we can talk and love each other with our mouths at the same time} Isabella replied.

Anna couldn't help laughing before again attacking Isabella's pussy relentlessly with her mouth. {I have a couple ideas. Just moan louder if there is one you really like. Now let me get back to my lunch, I am starving} 

Isabella sighed and smiled as she felt Anna's tongue slip between her pussy lips and into her slit. Essence leaked from her body down into Anna's mouth. As she was pleasured, Isabella listened carefully to the plan Anna had devised and let her know which ideas were the most exciting to her. Isabella glanced down at her watch and noticed that at 11:07am the day was only beginning. She put hand on top of Anna's lovely blonde hair and held the girl's mouth to Isabella's body tightly as she came. Best to get the most out of the day as I can, Isabella thought. 

~~~

Anna leaned against the wall near the entryway to the auditorium and watched her classmates file in for second session. She still tasted Essence and Isabella's natural flavor in her mouth. Anna wished there were some way to bottle it so she could drink it all the time. She stared at the figures of her female classmates as they went by, choosing which ones she wished to seduce and turn first. Anna estimated that by the end of the week she could transform all of her peers into pussy loving sluts just like her. There were after only twenty-four girls in the class. But the one she needed to turn first was nowhere in sight. 

Don't tell me she skipped class, Anna thought anxiously. Of all the times for goody two-shoes to play hooky. But then Anna saw her appear through the building entrance, walking awkwardly toward class. She walked with a slight stumble like she had two left feet. You might think she had a limp but Anna knew it was just due to her awkward gait. Sarah shuffled into the auditorium looking at her feet stepping heel-to-toe on the ground while she found her usual seat. She sat in the front row far enough away from the other students that she wouldn't have to interact with anyone her own age. Typical. 

Sarah wore a loose-fitting green and orange striped sweater with too-short jeans that ended well enough above her purple sneakers to show off pink Hello Kitty socks. Anna shook her head in disgust. No confidence, no fashion sense, no breasts, and no ass. Sarah never seemed interested in anything besides painting and trying to get straight A's. Anna hoped her plan would work; she had difficulty thinking of too many ways she could seduce such a plain, antisocial girl.

Now there is someone worth seducing, Anna thought as she sighted Daphne strolling through the building entrance. Daphne had large headphones covering her ears and she bobbed her head in time to the music. Anna could hear her softly singing the lyrics to whatever indie rock song she was listening to. She is just too adorable for words, Anna thought. The music made Daphne so oblivious she walked right past Anna without noticing her. Anna bit her lip as she leered at the wiggle of Daphne's ass through the tight leggings beneath her short miniskirt. What she wouldn't give to have her hands grasping that bottom while Daphne laid on top of her. Anna poked her head into the auditorium and noticed Daphne looked back and forth around the room. Anna realized her friend was trying to find her and see if there was a seat open nearby.

Anna sneaked up behind Daphne and pulled the headphones away from her ears. "Daphne!" Anna yelled. "Behind you!"

Daphne turned around with surprise and laughed. "Anna! Why didn't you say anything when I walked in?" She stuffed the headphones and her iPod Classic back into her knapsack.

Anna smiled. "I was too busy staring at your sexy ass." There was a time to be subtle, but Anna and Daphne were good enough friends that Anna thought she could be a little more flirty with Daphne without scaring her away. 

"That's hilarious," Daphne said with a roll of her eyes. "Where were you for lunch? I didn't see you in your usual spot, eating the exact same salad as you do everyday."

"Don't make fun, those salads at the cafe are delicious," Anna said. "The tossed salad tastes especially delectable."

Anna winked at Daphne and let that statement hang in the air for a few seconds before Daphne made a face and said, "Anna, ewwww." 

They were both laughing uncontrollably though. There was nothing truly manipulative or malicious in Anna's humor though, her and Daphne always made each other laugh with gross jokes like this. Better left unspoken the time they had gotten smashed together and engaged in a frank discussion about their sex lives. They both admitted to experimenting with analingus by practicing it on previous ex-boyfriends and they confessed that they didn't mind it as much as they thought they would. That tongue is wasted on a boy's yucky asshole though, Anna thought. Much better to have it halfway inside the beautiful pink rosebud of my anus.

"So where were you then?" Daphne asked after their laughter died off. 

"Oh, I had to stay after for private instruction with Professor Zarita since I missed so much in class last week," Anna explained. "I had enough time to buy a bag of potato chips from the vending machine and that was it."

Daphne winced. "Ouch. She didn't ride your ass too hard, did she?"

Anna's grin grew even wider. She remembered looking down at her pants bunched around her ankles while Isabella squatted down behind her. Anna bent over slightly, her buxom chest hanging down and threatening to take the rest of her with it. 

Anna's back looks so sexy with her spine bent as she hunches forward with her ass presented to me, Isabella thought. She didn't know how it was possibly for a girl to be so skinny and have so much fat on her bottom at the same time. Isabella spent an ample amount of time massaging Anna's plump buttocks. She loved how the meat of Anna's flesh felt in her hands, and the soft moans coming from Anna's mouth told Isabella that Anna enjoyed having her buttocks fondled roughly. Isabella spread Anna's ass apart and stuck her tongue right down the middle of it. Anna's cheeks pressed up against Isabella's cheeks as the professor's tongue licked up and down Anna's crack until she located Anna's puckered anus. The teacher forgoed her lunch break to eat her student's asshole instead. 

"I deserved it," Anna answered. "Professor did ride me. Hard."

"That sucks," Daphne replied, clearly not comprehending the innuendo.

"I kind of enjoyed it actually," Anna joked. "I needed the motivation."

"Suuuuure," Daphne said. She punched Anna lightly on her shoulder. "Hey, are we going to check out this awesome bar tonight or what?"

Anna looked over at Sarah sitting in the front row of the auditorium. She had her notebook, pencil, and different colored pens arranged perfectly on the table and she stared at the front of class with hands folded together waiting patiently for the session to begin. Anna wishfully thought of taking Daphne to Curvy and getting her nice and drunk. Agreeable to anything. It would be best if she could seduce Daphne without engineering some circumstance to make her taste Anna's Essence first. It was always more challenging and rewarding that way. After Anna had Daphne between her knees feeding upon her, she was going fuck every one of her friend's holes. Then Anna would watch and enjoy while Daphne serviced every Hivesister at the bar and became transformed into a submissive lesbian slut. At least that's what she would be doing if she didn't already have a mission to undertake. Instead Anna had to somehow find a way to seduce Sarah instead. 

Anna sighed and remarked, "I've made other plans already, unfortunately. Maybe we can go tomorrow night?"

"Oh, okay," Daphne said with some disappointment. "Well it sounds like fun, even if we do get hit on by a bunch of lesbians." 

You have no idea, Anna thought. "Well, let's go see if we can still find two open seats next to each other," Anna suggested.

"Alright," Daphne said as she walked in front of Anna. Daphne's ass just looked too amazing right now with the way her leggings clung to every curve. Anna slapped her right buttock with a blow softer than a spanking but harder than a pat on the bum. "Anna!" Daphne screamed incredulously.

"Just making sure you get a move on," Anna said with a wink. "Class is almost starting." Daphne giggled but she looked at Anna strangely as Anna's hand lingered for a second longer than was proper between friends, even close ones. Anna snatched her hand away. All in good time, she thought.

As soon as Anna and Daphne had found seats and sat down, Professor Zarita walked into class. Observant students might have noticed her hair was messier, with strands pointing wildly in every direction compared to the neat, prim appearance she had at the start of first session. Her dress looked ruffled as well, as if she had taken it off and put it back on hurriedly. But only Anna noticed any change, which was not surprising considering she was the cause of it. Isabella looked over the student body as if she were measuring classroom attendance, but that was just an excuse to communicate with Anna. {Hello there, beautiful}

{Hello yourself} Anna sent with a grin.

{You know you are going to have to be on your knees for me after every class from now on, right?} Anna's heart raced as the professor's eyes met with hers and she could see the feverish, lustful look in Isabella's eyes.

{I was planning on it} Anna returned. {I want to be tongue-deep in your delicious cunt every chance I can get}

Isabella moaned softly, too quiet for any student to hear. {You sexy little slut}

Isabella dimmed the lights and turned the projectors back on. Anna reached a hand underneath the armrest of her chair and looked back and forth along her row to make sure no one was watching. After being assured she had some modicum of privacy in the darkened room, Anna rubbed her pussy under her jeans as slyly as possible. She could feel her wetness already leaking through her panties. Isabella began her lecture and Anna focused on the sound of her professor's voice as she touched herself. Isabella's Latina accent sounded so sexy the way it clung to every syllable seductively. Anna looked over at Daphne who sat with her elbow resting on the arm rest, intent on the professor's lecture. She had no clue what Anna was doing right next to her, and no idea that Anna's fantasies had changed from memories of class break shenanigans with Isabella to fantasies of sitting on Daphne's face while she pulled on Daphne's dreadlocked hair. Anna reached her fingers beneath the top of her thin panties and dipped a finger inside her pussy. It felt so warm and wet inside her; Anna loved the sensation even if it was her own genitals. Anna knew this was totally wrong, but the naughtiness of masturbating in secret around so many people was so arousing. She could feel the stickiness of her Essence clinging to her fingers like a thick honey. Anna realized that if she came her underwear and pants would be creamed through and there would be no way of hiding what she had been up to. In the interest of secrecy, Anna removed her hand from below her pants and brought her fingers up to her mouth to dispose of the evidence. Damn I taste good, Anna thought as she tasted, savored, and then swallowed her own Essence.

Anna noticed Daphne sniffing her nose and rubbing it with the tops of her fingers. She had clearly smelled something unusual. If she thought about it, Daphne might have detected the scent of an aroused woman but more likely she smelled something delicious but undefinable. Just wait until you get a taste of it, Anna thought. Daphne shifted in her chair uncomfortably. The merest scent of Essence had affected her. She wouldn't be able to explain the cause, but Daphne would feel horny for the rest of the day now. I have her right where I want her, Anna thought regretfully. Too bad I have other plans.

{Enjoying yourself?} Isabella asked silently.

Anna had almost forgotten that Isabella could feel everything Anna did through their link. She had managed to lecture without giving in to distraction though she no doubt had to be feeling a twinge in her own loins as Anna fingered her pussy. {I was thinking of you while I did it, Professor}

{Very sweet of you to say so, but if you aren't going to pay attention to my lecture I expect you to at least be mentally preparing to set our plan in motion} Even after being assimilated and turned into a horny lesbian slut, Isabella was still a hardass teacher. Some things about people's personalities couldn't even be changed by mind control. 

Anna straightened in her chair and tried to pay closer attention. She spent the rest of the class listening to Isabella's lecture and taking notes except for one other distraction. Out of nowhere, Isabella sent {Hey, look at the rack on Angela. Three rows behind you}

Anna turned around and looked as if she were trying to view the clock on the back wall and used the vantage to spy on the cleavage of Angela Naismith's generous bosom. Angela leaned forward on her armrest, clearly bored but the way her chest was pushed back on by the armrest showed off a glorious cleavage. Anna turned back to the front and raised an eyebrow at her professor. Isabella winked to her and Anna coul heard Isabella's laughter echoing in her mind.

Once the session concluded, Anna looked over at Daphne while her classmates began filing out row by row. "What are you up to now?" Anna asked. "Feel like eating anything?" Or being eaten, Anna added silently. 

Daphne raised a hand to her flushed cheek and said, "I don't know, Anna. I don't feel right. I might just go home and lay down for a bit."

"Suit yourself," Anna said with a shrug. "I'll give you a call sometime soon."

"Sounds good," Daphne said as she threw her bag over her shoulder and started standing up to leave. Anna gave her a peck on the cheek with her lips, making Daphne look at her with surprise. Anna had never been that affectionate before. "What was that for?"

"Just want you to feel better soon," Anna said innocently.

"Me too," Daphne said as she stood up and walked away.

Anna again enjoyed the view of watching Daphne leave. Anna wondered how horny Daphne felt by the end of class. Her feigned sickness didn't fool Anna for a second. Anna knew that as soon as Daphne returned home she was going to ride her dildo or call her friend with benefits to come over and do the work for her. Anna shook her head as she thought of a man ramming his cock into Daphne. What a waste. She could be experiencing untold pleasure as a member of the Hive instead of giving her body to a man.  




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Anna's Story



Anna stayed seated until nearly everyone left, watching with a predatory gaze as Sarah slowly packed her notebook and utensils in her neon green backpack. Sarah started to leave when Isabella called "Miss Roflee, may I please speak with you for a moment?" 

{Now} Isabella sent to Anna at the same moment.

"Of course, Professor Zarita," Sarah answered politely with her thin, timid voice. Anna rolled her eyes. Sarah was such a teacher's pet. Of course, Anna thought mischievous smile, by the end of the day she might literally be the teacher's pet. Anna quickly hopped down the sloping stairs to meet Sarah and Isabella at the teacher's podium.

"Ah, Anna is here as well," remarked Isabella. "Excellent." 

Sarah looked with surprise at Anna as she joined them. The thick lenses of Sarah's glasses made her brown eyes look twice as large as normal. Anna and Sarah had never interacted outside of the class period before, Sarah didn't think Anna had said a single word to her that wasn't related to the group project they worked on together once. Then again, it's not like Sarah spoke to her either.

Isabella continued, "I am sponsoring a project of Anna's outside of class and I wanted to see if you had any interest in assisting us, Sarah."

Sarah seemed lost for words. Her voice fumbled and stumbled before she said, "Um, what kind of project?" Her voice had a very slight Canadian accent. She spent so much time traveling with her father growing up that it never came through her voice very strongly. 

"It's a photographic art collection celebrating the female form," Anna answered. "It's being commissioned by an art gallery in Brooklyn that Ms. Zarita set me up with. If they like my work enough they might actually make me an artist in residence."

Sarah eyes widened again; a look of perpetual surprise seemed to be her default expression. Being a resident artist for a gallery at such a young age was a pretty big deal. Anna must be more talented than Sarah realized. Sarah hated to admit it, but she had discounted Anna's abilities due to her beauty. But why did they want her help, of all people?

Sarah seemed unsure of herself. "I'm not sure how helpful I can be," Sarah admitted. "Photography is not exactly my forte."

Isabella laughed warmly. "Why, Sarah!" the professor said with delight. "We are not asking you to be Anna's assistant. We are asking you to be one of her models."

Anna didn't think it was possible for someone's eyes to open any wider. "Me?" Sarah said with surprise. "B-but why?"

"I wanted to feature women of several types and figures," Anna explained. "This is a showcase for the beauty of all women, not just cover models."

Sarah stood silent for a moment before she asked shyly, "What type of woman am I then?" 

Anna laid a reassuring hand on Sarah's shoulder and squeezed it. "The type that doesn't know how beautiful they are yet," answered Anna. 

Sarah flinched away from Anna's touch and blushed a crimson red. She had never been propositioned for anything like this in her life. What did Professor Zarita and Anna see in her that could possibly make her worthy of photographing? Anna's last statement almost sounded like a compliment. Compliments about her intelligence or artistry Sarah had heard aplenty, but never about her appearance. 

"Of course," Isabella said almost as an afterthought. "You would need to be photographed nude for this."

"What?" Sarah asked incredulously. Her cheeks changed to an even deeper shade of red and made her freckles show more prominently.

"Well, the project is meant to be a demonstration of beauty in the female form," Isabella explained. "That means we must show women's bodies in all their glory." Isabella clenched her fist and pumped her elbow with this last sentence to lend her statement more drama. 

"Don't worry," Anna reassured Sarah. "It will be very classy. The photos will all be in black and white. They aren't intended to be erotic so there won't be anything lewd or pornographic about them. Would that be something you are at all interested in?"

"You would be perfect for it," Isabella added. "You are the only one in class that I thought worthy of asking."

Sarah considered for a moment. She had never done anything like this before in her entire life. Maybe that was the problem though. Sarah could paint with a master's hand and her eye for detail was unmatched among her peers. She certainly appreciated the aesthetics of art on a different level than anyone else at school. But had she ever really challenged herself? She had painted nude models before as a requirement for one of her freshman classes but there was a huge difference between using a stranger's naked body for your art and instead having to perform that duty herself. Sarah didn't even comprehend the subject's nudity when she painted, she only saw lines and points to fill in on her canvas. Sarah knew she had to be open to trying new things and take risks if she ever wanted to become a true artist. How could she do that when she was so timid about leaving the shell she created around herself that she didn't even have friends?

{Oh my God, she's actually considering it!} Anna sent.

{Silence!} Isabella returned. {You'll jinx it}

Sarah finally broke her silence to ask, "Are you going to include head shots? Would my face be recognizable in the photos? Father would kill me if he saw me posing naked for anything, even if it were high art."

"Well, we do need to include at least some of the subject's face in the picture," Anna said. "How else are we supposed to show women's diversity? But I'll tell you what. You can make up a fake name that we can attribute the photos to and we can apply some makeup and change up your hair so you won't be easily recognized. I can try some angles that show your profile from the side rather than straight on, too."

"I still don't know," Sarah said uncertainly. "I've never really done anything like this..."

Isabella spoke up. "Did I mention that you will receive extra credit for participating as well?"

"Really?" Teacher's pet certainly perked up at that offering of information. Finally feeling reassured enough, Sarah said, "Alright, I'll do it. Where should we meet?"

Anna and Isabella looked at each other and shared a smile. "Meet us in the red studio at eight o'clock sharp," Isabella said. 

"What should I wear?" Sarah asked. She was just way too innocent and naive, Anna couldn't help falling a little bit in love with her. But Anna was sure she fell in love with pretty much every woman she knew at some point.

"Does it really matter?" Anna asked.

"No, I suppose not," Sarah said as she laughed nervously. "I'll just wear the usual, I guess."

Anna couldn't help herself from offering, "You know, I can take you shopping for new clothes sometime too. We could find something that would compliment your figure a little more than your usual wardrobe." Anna tried to be as nice as possible without saying right out that Sarah's clothing and fashion sense were awful.

Sarah was unused to having friends, let alone anyone who would willingly hang out with her. "That would be great!" Sarah said loudly. Realizing how overly enthusiastic she sounded, Sarah added, "I mean, if you aren't busy sometime."

"It would be my pleasure," Anna said. Her mind suddenly turned to fantasies of naughtiness in the dressing rooms at a clothing store and she felt herself checking out of this conversation.

"Um, well..." The socially awkward Sarah did not know how to break naturally from a discussion of this nature. "I guess I'll see you tonight? Eight o'clock? Do I need to bring anything?"

"Your body is all we need," Anna said. Isabella grimaced at her student for uttering such a blatantly sexual remark, but it seemed to go right over Sarah's head.

"Great! I'll see you tonight." Sarah hoisted her backpack over her shoulder to secure it to her back and exited the auditorium. She looked back as she walked through the double-door entrance and saw Anna and Professor Zarita in a hushed conference together. She wondered what they could be talking about so quietly. She almost couldn't believe what had just transpired. Nothing like this ever happened to her! Sarah felt scared and nervous thinking about her session this evening. But the dominant sensation she felt was a constant drumming of excitement inside her chest. Sarah didn't realize it, but as she walked through the Arts building she looked up and forward rather than staring down at her shuffling feet like normal.

Isabella and Anna waited for Sarah to leave so they could talk privately. Sarah looked back at them once, but when the door finally swung closed Anna turned to Isabella and exclaimed, "I can't believe that worked! We hardly did anything to convince her!"

Isabella said with calm measure, "Let's not celebrate too soon. There is still work to be done."

Anna nodded soberly. She needed to always remember that the preservation and expansion of the Hive took precedence over her own personal pleasure. "What now, professor?"

Isabella put a finger to her chin. "We have a couple hours. I suppose we should spend all that time perfecting our plan down to the smallest detail."

Anna stepped closer to Isabella. "Yes, I suppose we don't want to miss anything important," Anna said playfully. She reached behind Isabella and grabbed her ass through her dress. Anna pulled the sexy older woman close to her and made her gasp a quiet moan when she massaged Isabella's buttocks between her fingers. 

"Oh no. We wouldn't want that," Isabella said mischievously. "The plan needs to be as perfect as these." The professor put her hands up and squeezed Anna's chest through her blouse. Isabella sighed with satisfaction as she felt Anna's magnificent breasts filling the palms of her hands.

Anna clasped Isabella's ass as Isabella mashed Anna's bosom against her chest. The two of them stuck their tongues out and moved them haltingly together, licking playfully at each other in a teasing fashion. Once their tongues intertwined, they licked and sucked upon each other's lips in a sloppy kiss. They didn't even care that their mixed saliva covered their faces.

Anna finally broke the kiss and smiled with her and Isabella's combined spittle dripping down her chin. "I thought we were supposed to spend this time planning?" Anna asked playfully.

Sweat poured down Isabella's face and she breathed heavily with lust. She stared at Anna with a wild gaze; arousal had lit her eyes aflame. That look combined with her grin gave her a manic, near psychotic look. "We can discuss it while your mouth makes love to my pussy," Isabella said as she broke her gaze from Anna's eyes and flicked her pupils downward. 

Anna took the hint and lowered herself to her knees. Anna was so used to being in a position of power that making herself a slut for teacher turned her on more than she could have ever believed. 

Isabella peeled her wet panties off her body and let them fall to the floor. She stood over Anna, lifted the hem of her dress and threw it over Anna's head so the sexy student could be enveloped beneath Isabella's legs. Isabella laid a hand on the platinum blonde hair of Anna's head and directed the girl to where her tongue would do the most good. 

{Come introduce yourself to my little pussy again. She enjoyed meeting you sooooo much earlier. There you go, spread her open with your tongue and say hello}

{Oh, professor!}

~~~

(Day Eight: 8pm)

Sarah walked hesitantly to the entrance of the photography studio and tried not to let her nervousness overwhelm her. The arts building felt eerie at this time of night with the silence and emptiness. The hallways were dimmed with most of the indoor lights turned off to conserve energy. She hadn't seen anyone else in the building besides the custodian. Sarah stepped up to the heavy door leading into the red studio but stopped before entering. She had never done anything remotely close to this. All the time in her life had been spent on books, art, and education. She had traveled all over the world with her father, from Europe to Asia and Australia but still led a sheltered existence. At the age of twenty-one she had never had a sip of alcohol, done any drugs, or kissed any boys. Or girls. Not that any of them wanted to kiss her. She was the quintessential dorky girl, not nerdy in a cute way but in an antisocial and detached manner. Sarah found solace in her painting and books, but she found this existence to often be lonely. She vowed when she first went to college in New York to try and burst outside the box she created for herself and to do new things even if they did seem scary. But Sarah had never actually been brave enough to do so and thus she remained an unintentional loner. 

When this opportunity had been presented by her classmate and professor, Sarah was shocked to even be asked. But once the initial surprise wore off, Sarah realized this was exactly the kind of thing she needed to try. She didn't know why anyone would want to see her body or would find it as beautiful as Anna and Professor Zarita said, but the way they described the photo shoot made it sound very artful and like something Sarah would appreciate. Her face would be obscured, so Sarah wouldn't have to worry about the pictures possibly embarrassing her family. She would get extra credit for participating, possibly bumping her grade up to an A+. Sarah had trouble thinking of a good reason not to do this, but even so she still felt anxious as heck. Who knows, Sarah thought, maybe if I can relax I might actually enjoy myself. She took a deep breath, turned the handle, and opened the door.

Sarah saw Anna and Ms. Zarita sitting in chairs at a table on a wood-paneled inset that had been raised higher than the rest of the floor. The women laughed loudly over something and held hands over each other for support as they cracked up. A bottle of red wine sat in between them and both the women were holding wine glasses filled near to the brim with the crimson colored beverage. 

Sarah wondered what could possibly be so funny. She might not find it so amusing to know that Anna and Isabella had been rating all of the female students in their class by looks, personality, and fuckability. Sarah had rated a solid 5 in all categories, but both the seductresses had to give her a 10 for potential. Sarah definitely seemed to be the toughest nut to crack out of all the girls in the class, and transforming the shy, timid dork into a lesbian whore would be delightful fun. Sarah felt a crawling sensation travel up and down her spine as both the women turned their heads to her in unison and smiled with the same creepy grin.

"So glad you could join us, Miss Roflee," said Professor Zarita.

"We already have everything set up, we were just enjoying a some drinks while we waited for you," Anna explained.

The photography and artistry studio known as the 'red studio' obtained that nickname due to the bright red paint covering the walls and columns. The overhead lights had been turned off and made it difficult to pinpoint the color that gave the room it's name. Lamps and portable light stands that had been arranged for the photo shoot provided the only illumination. It appeared the photography set had been created in the corner of the raised wooden floor with a soft couch covered with pillows along with a blanket and pillows on the floor. Unused props, shelving, and easels surrounded the middle of the room that had been cleared by Anna and Isabella for the photo shoot. A painted backdrop showing a starry evening hanging over a trellis covered with flowers had been set behind the couch. Multiple cameras on tripods were set up at different angles along with a handheld camera sitting on a stool waiting to be used. It looked like Anna had set up the photography session so they could move between different sets and angles without having to reconstruct the entire camera setup. Sarah was impressed. She had considered Anna kind of lazy after partnering with her on a project. But Anna had clearly spent some time on this setup and it showed. 

Anna looked over Sarah's attire as she walked further inside and inspected the studio. The unassuming girl wore plain jeans and a loose striped sweater, not even trying to look appealing. Maybe she didn't know how to dress to make herself look good. Sarah's hair had been tied back into a stringy ponytail that hung down her back. Anna noticed with amusement that Sarah didn't appear to be wearing a bra. Maybe she didn't think she needed to with those small breasts. But either due to the autumn chill or the nervousness she felt, the buds of Sarah's nipples poked sharply through her sweater.

Anna and Isabella had dressed more appropriately. Anna wore knee-high dark blue boots and a short skirted dress with a design of swirling yellow and purple flowers. While the neck of the dress didn't dip low enough to reveal Anna's cleavage, she loved the way it clung tightly to her backside and exaggerated her already ample posterior. Conversely, Isabella's dark red dress featured a long billowing skirt and had a large U-shaped neck that displayed generous portions of her cleavage. No amount had been left to the imagination, If the neck hole were just an inch lower Isabella's nipples would be showing. Sarah averted her eyes as they fell unconsciously upon the long, sloping gap between Isabella's breasts. She couldn't believe a professor would wear such an outfit in front of her students.

The dress Anna wore actually belonged to Isabella's teenaged daughter who was of a similar size. After class got out, the two conspirators went to Isabella's apartment for a robust meal. Isabella made a dinner of some of her native Chilean dishes for Anna to sample, though the way Anna fingered and licked her as she worked in the kitchen made it quite difficult to cook. They tried on several outfits to help decide what they would wear tonight before arriving at their current attires. Anna decided between a few dresses that Isabella's daughter had left in her mother's apartment the last time she had visited New York. After Isabella watched Anna dressing in her daughter's clothes she suggested trying some role playing. Anna donned a short black wig with her blonde hair bunched up inside it along with wearing one of the dresses as she pretended to be Isabella's daughter. 

Isabella lamented that Rosalita lived so far away in Brazil now. Unless the Hive expanded rapidly, it would be weeks or even months before Isabella had the opportunity to personally initiate her daughter into the Hive. It helped a little bit to have Anna impersonate her daughter though the girl's attempts to act like a Latina were embarrassing and amusing in equal measure. Isabella enjoyed it much more than she probably should have when Anna acted like her daughter as she ate Isabella's pussy and rode her strapon while screaming, "Fuck me, Mamá!"

The two of them were forced to refrain from being naughty with each other for the last hour so they could get the studio ready and not appear quite as suspicious when Sarah arrived. This proved to be rather difficult considering their hands had been all over each other the entire day. To sate the intense lust they felt for each other they took to touching themselves while the other worked, forcing the busy one to watch as the other masturbated or bared a teasing bit of their breast. The boldest either had behaved was when Isabella had her back turned for a minute to grab more camera equipment. When she returned to the room she saw Anna had turned around and bent over with one hand lifting her dress above her waist. Her other hand had pulled her panties down to her knees and had one finger fully inserted in her ass while another was buried in her pussy. Anna looked back at Isabella with a beaming smile on her face. Isabella had to stop herself from throwing the equipment to the floor, tackling Anna, and making love to her until she could sing falsetto. 




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Anna's Story



Anna slid her fingers out of her holes, pulled her underwear back up, and let her dress fall back down to her knees. She stuck her two dirty fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. {Mmmmm. Just checking on what you won't be tasting for a while} Anna sent.

{You dirty teasing whore} Isabella returned. Isabella glared at Anna with her hands on her hips. They were supposed to keep from looking like they just finished having sex when Sarah arrived. Looking so irresistibly sexy that they had no choice but to fuck was not part of the plan. Despite her lust, Isabella managed to retain begrudging self-control. {I'm going to get you for this}

{Hope you do!}

After four days spent at the mansion sampling several of her Hivesisters, Anna found that she had a bit of a thing for older women. On a whole, they were more experienced and communicative of their needs and desires than younger ladies and they displayed a lot more enthusiasm as well. Anna spent quite a bit of time with her mouth buried in the pussies of older women like Sherri's friend Jean. Anna only regretted that she never got to sleep with Cassandra's boss Catherine. She would not have shown the reluctance her sister did to eat Ms. O'Hara's wrinkled old box. Isabella looked by far the sexiest of the older women Anna had slept with though. 

While engaged in the taboo fantasy of masquerading as Isabella's daughter, Anna couldn't help imagining doing the same things to her own mother. Now that Anna had the idea in her head, she wouldn't be satisfied until she had a chance to dominate and convert her mother. The thought of her mother looking up at Anna with horror as she ate her own daughter's pussy made Anna feel so hot. Oh, I should get Cassandra to help me make it an all family affair, Anna thought.

Once they finished setting up the studio, the teacher and student took out a bottle of red wine they had brought along from Isabella's apartment. A rare Argentinian vintage. The soothing effects of the delicious alcoholic beverage helped calm their bodies down, though Anna and Isabella couldn't help staring at each other lustfully while they waited for Sarah.

Sarah sensed something strange and unspoken between her professor and classmate as she walked to their table. Some weird tension that she couldn't explain. Sarah laid her backpack On the floor and asked the first question that popped into her head. "Is drinking allowed in a University building?" This was the first time she had ever seen anyone drink on campus.

"Well, it is a wet campus and one of the most liberal colleges in the country..." Anna began before trailing off.

"Not strictly, no," Isabella said. "But normally we only allow alcohol in our buildings for special events. I would say this evening most certainly qualifies."

"Oh, how many others have you photographed so far tonight then?" Sarah asked.

"Actually, you're the first one!" Anna said excitedly. "Hope you can start us off right."

"Oh, I see." Sarah looked about the room anxiously and felt uncertain of herself again. She hadn't realized she would be the first one to pose nude for this.

"Don't worry, my child," Isabella reassured her. "You'll do great."

"Would you like a glass of wine, Sarah?" offered Anna.

Sarah put up her hands and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't drink." In fact, Sarah had never drank a drop of alcohol in her life.

"I would highly recommend it," Anna said. "The effect of the alcohol will make you feel a lot less nervous, especially once clothes start coming off. It will make what is really a rather boring process seem more fun. I hope I'm not being presumptuous by saying that you look like you could use more fun in your life."

Sarah nodded and replied, "No, you're right. I want to try and be more adventurous and do new things, but it's really hard for me."

"That's perfectly understandable," Isabella said. "But you are in the time of your life where you need to cherish every experience. You will only be young once."

"Okay, fine," Sarah relented. "Give me just a tiny bit, though." 

"Your wish, it is my command," Isabella said delightedly as she poured a few inches of wine into a third glass for Sarah. Isabella handed the glass to Sarah who took it by the stem. Sarah swished the wine around the bowl of the glass and studied its rotation. Sarah couldn't help being reminded of the color of blood when she looked at the dark shade of the wine.

"I'll think you'll enjoy this," Isabella said. "The wine is a very special vintage." She winked at Sarah as the girl raised the glass to her lips. Half an hour before Sarah arrived Isabella uncorked the wine bottle and had Anna hold it in place while Isabella lowered herself onto the mouth of the bottle. Isabella squatted down until the wine bottle penetrated into her vagina. Isabella sighed and whispered to herself in Spanish as she raised herself off the bottle before lowering herself back down upon it. Isabella fucked the bottle until a trickle of Essence dripped out of her and ran down the side of the bottle into the wine. Anna shoved the cork back into the mouth of the wine bottle and shook it until the creamy Essence was mixed in thoroughly enough to be undetectable. The wine lover in Isabella would normally have been horrified at diluting and agitating such quality vino, but in this case the effect would be worth it. The influence of the Essence would be minimized after being outside Isabella's body for so long, but it would make the wine taste even more delicious and might just make Sarah slightly more agreeable.

Sarah took a sip of the wine and couldn't help a big smile forming on her face. She couldn't believe how sweet and tangy the flavor was. Sarah licked her lips. It tasted like someone had mixed candy, grape juice, and a strong, spicy barbecue sauce all together. 

"Wow! If I had known wine tasted like this I wouldn't have waited this long to try it!" Sarah exclaimed. She drank the rest of her glass down like juice.

"Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from," Anna said. Sarah held her glass out and allowed Isabella to pour more. The new quantity of wine filled Sarah's glass about twice as much as Isabella had previously poured. "You go ahead and drink as much as you want and enjoy yourself. We just need to do a little work to get you prepared for this."

"What do you need to do?" Sarah asked.

"Well first let's get that ponytail down," Anna said. "I want to see what your free flowing hair looks like. Go ahead and take your..." Anna sighed loudly at Sarah's choice of footwear, "...tennis shoes off as well as your socks. Make yourself comfortable." 

Anna moved to the couch nearby and patted the cushion next to her to indicate where Sarah should sit. Sarah untied her sneakers and pulled off her shoes and socks before moving to the couch. The wooden floor felt cold against her bare feet as she strode to the couch carrying her wine glass. When Sarah sat next to her, Anna ran her hands through Sarah's hair. It almost felt like she was caressing Sarah's scalp, which made Sarah shiver. Sarah's body felt kind of funny when Anna's fingers touched her, though she couldn't explain precisely how it felt funny. Anna grabbed the base of Sarah's ponytail below the hair tie. Sarah's eyes opened wide with surprise at how roughly Anna handled her hair. Anna gripped Sarah's hair as she slid the tie down Sarah's ponytail until her hair flowed down freely. Anna let go of Sarah's hair and instead ran her hands through its length. Sarah shuddered again under Anna's firm but delicate touch. She looked at Anna curious if she showed any sign of the odd feeling when they touched but Anna was focused entirely on Sarah's hair. Unfortunately, her light brown hair was a tangled, stringy mess. 

"Hmm, we'll work on that along with... well, everything else," Anna said while tapping her chin with her finger. "How well can you see without your glasses?"

Sarah gulped down a mouthful of wine before answering, "Oh, well enough I suppose. I really only need them to read."

"Alright, how about you take those off and let me see how you look," Anna requested. Sarah set her wine glass down on the floor, took her frames off and folded them carefully before setting them on the nearest table. If she were trying to read up close or across the room right now it would be blurry, but Sarah could see Anna and Ms. Zarita perfectly.

Anna hadn't realized it until now due to the large glasses, but Sarah's eyes were quite pretty. A shade of brown so deep that you could get lost in it. Anna set her hands on the bottom of Sarah's cheeks with her palms on Sarah's chin. Anna moved Sarah's face both up and down and side to side to obtain the best look at her from every angle. Anna's hands felt quite nice on Sarah's face; when Anna moved them away Sarah wished Anna's touch would have lingered just a little bit longer. 

"A little bit of toner and some eye shadow will do wonders in bringing out the natural lines of your face," Anna observed.

Sarah giggled. "Are you giving me an extreme makeover?" Now she was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, even if she didn't realize it.

"Nothing of the sort," Anna scoffed. "We just want you to look as beautiful as possible for your first modeling gig. You won't have to worry about anyone you know recognizing you, there is no way they will mistake the Sarah of these photos with the girl they once knew."

Sarah hadn't even thought of it in that way. A 'gig'. A career in modeling had been so remote a possibility that she never even considered it. This single session might change the entire trajectory of her life. Sarah wondered what she would look like once Anna had finished painting her face and changing her hair. She hoped Anna could turn her into a completely different person. She desired to be completely transformed. 

Anna grabbed a makeup bag out of her purse and pulled out an assortment of bottles and tiny brushes. "Sarah, keep your head still while I do your face," Anna said. "Professor, when I'm not working on her could you please do something... anything about her hair."

"Certainly," Isabella said as walked over to the couch, high heels clinking loudly on the wood. She stood behind Sarah and Anna offered her a hairbrush. The professor grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair as she took the brush. Sarah didn't notice her professor had lifted strands of Sarah's hair to her nose and was sniffing them. Whatever shampoo Sarah used smelled heavenly. Isabella didn't know it was orange blossom scented shampoo from a hotel Sarah had stayed at with her family in India. Isabella held Sarah's hair firmly as she stroked with the brush to try and remove the tangles and tease the hair out a bit. 

Isabella laid her hand over Sarah's shoulder with her thumb curled around Sarah's neck. Isabella's thumb stroked Sarah's bare skin where her spine and neck met as she used the brush to work through the tangles of Sarah's hair. The way Isabella held her felt so nice that Sarah sighed. She took one more giant gulp of wine before Anna started applying makeup to her face. Sarah couldn't understand why Anna was being so nice to her after barely acknowledging her presence through all the classes they had taken together. Anna probably didn't even remember they had taken three classes together freshman year; she seemed unaware of Sarah's existence until they had to be in a group together at the beginning of the semester. 

Anna smiled warmly at Sarah as she began carefully painting the face of her classmate. This felt so intimate to Sarah with the two other women so close to her and touching her in new and different ways. Sarah couldn't explain why she felt so warm when Anna smiled at her. She was so so so pretty. It wasn't even fair that someone could be so beautiful. On top of that, Anna had an adorable grin that looked like she had a secret she only wanted to share with the person she smiled at. When Sarah smiled with her it felt they were co-conspirators planning something sneaky. Sarah thought she felt a butterfly fluttering in her chest as Anna painted around her eyes and smirked at her. 

The reason Anna smiled so big was because of the way Sarah closed her eyes and sighed as Isabella held her tightly by her hair while Anna applied makeup to her face. This girl is like putty in our hands, Anna thought. Anna considered just going for the kill now and attacking Sarah's pussy until she submitted to the Hive like all women do eventually. But it would be much more fun to seduce her slowly until Sarah freely surrendered her mind, body, and soul to the Hive.

"It was a rat's nest, but I think I have her hair straightened," Isabella said. Her tone made it clear that she believed there was much more work required to give Sarah a decent hairstyle, but what she had done would suffice for now.

"Excellent," Anna replied. "I'm almost done, just one more thing left to do." Anna grabbed a cylinder of lipstick from her purse and removed the lid. She twisted from the bottom of the cylinder until the tip swirled into a deep ruby-red color. 

"Have you ever worn lipstick before?" Anna asked Sarah.

Sarah shook her head and said, "I never truly saw any point to it. No one has ever really been interested in me and I don't think a little bit of red shading on my lips would change that." Sarah took another substantial drink of her wine. She looked surprised that her second glass was nearly empty already. Sarah felt herself becoming brutally honest. "I mean, you wear lipstick to make your lips look more desirable and kissable, don't you. Who would want to kiss mine?"

"Isn't that crazy?" Anna asked Isabella.

"Loco," Isabella agreed.

"You are a perfectly desirable young woman, Sarah. Your only problem is with how you present yourself," Anna explained. "If you show that you lack any confidence or self-esteem, yeah you aren't going to attract many guys except the lonely, desperate, or manipulative. You are more beautiful than you know Sarah, and I hope we can show you the truth of that. But first let me color those lips. You have a small mouth, so the lipstick will help your lips look fuller and more luscious."

Isabella noticed that Sarah still had a little bit of wine left in her glass. "Maybe you finish your wine before Anna finishes your lips?" she suggested.

Sarah nodded and chugged the rest of her wine before setting the glass down. Isabella promptly refilled the glass while Anna placed the the tip of the lipstick on Sarah's lips. The bottle was nearly empty now, there might be enough for one more glass of wine. Anna and Isabella's glasses were half-full and had gone untouched since Sarah's arrival. Sarah allowed Anna to run the lipstick over her mouth, changing her lips to make them look darker and more abundant than before. When she was finished, Anna said, "Now purse your lips together and smack them like this."

Anna demonstrated for Sarah what to do. Sarah stared intently at the dark pink rosebuds of Anna's lips as she puckered them and she felt a sudden desire to feel Anna's soft mouth upon her. Not just on her lips, but on other parts of her body as well. Now where the heck did that notion come from, Sarah thought. Anna seems like a good girl, she wouldn't be into anything deviant. She was a proper young woman, and Sarah was the exact same way.

Anna put her hand beneath Sarah's chin and turned her head toward Isabella so their teacher could see Sarah's new look. "Not a bad bit of work, was it?" Anna commented.

"Incredible," Isabella gasped as she witnessed Sarah's transformation.

Anna grabbed a folding mirror from her purse and handed it to Sarah so she could look upon herself. Sarah looked into her reflection with surprise. "Wow! That doesn't even look like me!" Sarah's bushy, tangled hair had been straightened and flowed down her back. The contrast of mascara and eyeliner made Sarah's already beautiful eyes appear bigger and brighter. Toner covered the blemishes, pimples, and freckles on her face and the lipstick lent a rich, full pucker to her mouth. Sarah had no idea she could even look this pretty. In less than a half hour's time, Isabella and Anna had upgraded Sarah from a five to a seven. Maybe even an eight after a new change of clothes. Or the lack of any.

"Are you satisfied with your appearance?" Isabella asked.

Sarah felt her face as she looked in the mirror. It looked like a completely different girl staring back at her. For the first time in her life, Sarah felt pretty. She looked up at Anna and Isabella, fighting the tears forming at the edges of her eyes. "Yes, I love it!" Sarah exclaimed. "Thank you so so much!"

"Do you think you are ready now for the session to begin, then?" asked Anna.

Sarah took a deep breath and drank another sip of wine. Okay, more than a sip. After drowning half her wine, a lipstick stain stuck to the rim of the glass where Sarah's lips had lingered. A strong buzz began influencing Sarah's senses. She felt a tremendous sense of nervousness and fear, but also of anticipation. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this, Sarah thought. Just do exactly what Anna and Ms. Zarita tell you and you'll be fine.

"Where do you want me?" Sarah asked uncertainly while looking around the room.

"You can stay right there on the couch for now, Sarah," said Anna. "We are already set up to take pictures at that location so Isabella and I will just move out of the way."

Anna picked up her purse while Isabella pulled the table near the couch out of the future frame. Sarah swallowed hard with anxiety and regretted how alone she felt when Anna and Isabella moved away from her. She still wondered if she would actually be able to go through with this. I guess I won't know until clothes start coming off, Sarah thought. 

Anna and Isabella stood behind the ring of tripod cameras and left Sarah to sit awkwardly by herself with her hands in her lap. Anna turned on another lamp and measured the lumens being cast from it using a light meter. She repeated the process in a couple different areas that must be in the angle of the camera's view. After experimenting with a couple more lamps and light levels, Anna finally nodded to herself. She dimmed one of the the lights a fraction more using a dimmer switch she held in her hand that connected to the nearest lamp with a thin wire. Anna closed one eye and squinted the other as she looked at Sarah through the camera. 

"Okay," Anna called. "We are all ready. Finally. Sarah, first I will need you to take your sweater off."

Sarah bit her lip and looked down at her chest. She just now realized that the icy buds of her nipples were poking through the material of her sweater. "But I'm not even wearing a bra," Sarah complained as she looked back up.

"Well it is a nude photo shoot, child," Isabella replied with amusement. "That will only make things go quicker."

Sarah hesitantly raised her sweater up until her tummy and bellybutton were displayed. Her pale skin trembled under the bright lights in the studio and the penetrating gazes of Isabella and Anna. Their eyes shone strangely in the light, looking both empty and hungry at the same time. Sarah shuddered and felt goose pimples covering her arms and legs. Sarah lowered her sweater back down to cover the scant skin she had already exposed. 

"I'm sorry," Sarah said in an apologetic tone. "I don't think I can do this. I hope you aren't too disappointed in me." 

Anna and Isabella shared a look. {Time for plan B} they sent in unison. 

"Sarah, my child?" Isabella inquired. "Would it make you feel more comfortable if we took our clothes off too?"

"What?" Sarah asked incredulously.

"That way you won't feel so singled out," Anna explained. "You won't have to feel ashamed of being naked, because we surely won't be. We will have nothing to hide, and nothing to be afraid of."




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Intro



It's been a long time coming, but finally here is the third act of Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers. I hope it is worth the wait! If you are a new reader to this series, I recommend reading acts one and two before beginning this installment. Once I started composing this story I realized that it was quickly becoming larger than I had ever planned on. Since I doubt even my most loyal readers would enjoy slogging through a 40+ page story, I decided to split the act into five parts. The intro section is a flashback that details the assimilation of a known character and acts as a teaser for the rest of the story. Next there are three parts titled Anna, Sherri, and Cassandra that occur concurrently and focus entirely upon the eponymous character. These can be read in any order since one part doesn't have to be read first in order to enjoy the others. Lastly, there is a final part that should be read last that ties all of the stories together. I am hoping to release each of the five installments weekly though some parts are longer than others so they might take a little bit longer. As before, I have included a cast of characters that you should know before each story in case it's been awhile since you read the first two acts. I hope you enjoy reading the final act of the first Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers trilogy as much as I enjoyed writing it. Be sure to let me know in a comment or private message what you think of each part. Now I'm proud to present:

Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers: Act Three (Introduction)

Setting: New York City, Present Day

Cast of Characters:

Cassandra: The protagonist of this series is a young professional in her late twenties. Cassandra has pale skin along with long brunette hair and brown eyes. She has a handsome face and a skinny, desirable body though she has always felt self-conscious about how small her breasts are in proportion to the rest of her. Cassandra doesn't fit the mainstream definition of attractive or sexy but there is something about her that both males and females find alluring. Cassandra works as a copy editor at a fashion magazine run by Catherine O'Hara. Cassandra fell under the sway of the Pussy Snatchers after resisting longer and harder than any of the other women that were converted. The Hive, which includes Cassandra's boss and coworkers helped entrap her and led her to being mind controlled by her friend Sherri. Under Sherri's influence, Cassandra is made to have sex first with Sherri and then with Cassandra's younger sister Anna. Sherri delivers the sisters to a mansion deep in the country wilderness where the Hive has its secret lair. Cassandra tries her hardest to resist again, but becomes filled with lust at the sight of the Hive's Queen. She has sex with the Queen and this act of copulation causes her to be assimilated into the Hive. Cassandra's mind and body belong to the Hive now. The Hive is a collection of women who have had their minds altered by the Queen to do her bidding. The process of Cassandra's assimilation is more involved than what her fellow Hivesisters experienced, having had sex with the Queen multiple times rather than just once. This had done something odd to Cassandra, something that makes her different from the others. She doesn't understand it yet, but she is changing. Becoming something more than human.

Sherri: Cassandra's roommate and best friend. They have been friends since grade school and are as close as sisters. Sherri has a mixed racial heritage, with skin colored a light caramel tone. She has dark brown eyes and short, black hair that sticks out in all directions like an afro in its infancy, though her hair looks more ragged than bushy. Sherri works part time in a lesbian dive bar at nights and at a hair salon during the day. She barely earns enough money to help with rent. Sherri has been an out and proud lesbian for over ten years. She normally never hits on straight women, but seemingly overnight her entire personality has changed. Sherri now seduces heterosexual women and turns them into pussy-hungry lesbians. Sherri has harbored a secret crush on Cassandra for years, and her proudest accomplishment thus far has been providing the formerly straight Cassandra with her first lesbian experience. Sherri's claim to fame is being the first to be assimilated into the Hive by the Queen and is the most loyal member of this strange lesbian cult.

Anna: Cassandra's little sister and second roommate. Anna is the bombshell of the two sisters, with gorgeous platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She boasts the large breasts and bubble butt that men seem to desire the most, a fact that has made Cassandra feel even more self-conscious ever since Anna reached puberty. Anna is studying photography at NYU and working part-time as a barista to try and contribute however she can. Anna has recently become curious whether she is bisexual and agrees to go on a date with Sherri despite Cassandra's objections. After that night with Sherri, Anna is never the same. Little did she realize that Sherri has been assimilated into the Hive and is solely dedicated to having the Dworkin sisters join her in decadent servitude to the will of the Queen. After a single taste, Anna has become addicted to Sherri's pussy and would do anything to have it again. Anna is so far gone that she even helped manipulate her sister into having sex with Sherri. Anna has become a slave to her own depraved sexual desires, even going so far as to have sex with her only sister. Anna thinks she is strong enough to resist the Hive's temptations, but as soon as she meets the Queen she falls to her knees in worship. Anna places her mouth on the Queen's pussy and willingly pledges her mind, body, and soul to the Hive. 

Catherine: Cassandra's boss at Fashionistas, a fashion magazine publication. She has long dark hair and green eyes, with a face that constantly looks sulky and irritated. Catherine O'Hara was once an internationally famous beauty model but now thirty years later she is the editor-in-chief of a highly respected fashion magazine. At fifty-five, her beauty has long since passed her by and she has added several unsightly pounds of fat to her body. Despite her age, Catherine dresses as if she were still a twenty year-old sexpot. The circumstances of how Catherine became assimilated into the Hive are currently unknown. Catherine manages to turn several women in her office to the Hive by threatening to fire them and then forcing her desperate employees to perform sexual favors for her so they can keep their jobs. Cassandra is able to resist Catherine's initial advances when Catherine offers her young copywriter a promotion in exchange for oral sex. But Catherine later sets her employee on the path of incorporation into the Hive by tapping into Cassandra's BDSM fantasies and giving her employee a good, hard spanking as punishment for being late to work. With her position of power and influence in an industry that employs several women, Catherine is one of the Hive's most important members.

The Queen: An extraterrestrial being of extraordinary power. Though her body is not human, she identifies as a female. Her true form is unknown because she is a shapeshifter who appears to humans as a middle-aged woman with dark hair. Her body is absolutely flawless, with perfectly geometric curves calculated to stimulate the most desire in humans and enough flesh on her breasts, thighs, and buttocks to appear shapely but not overweight. Her face and skin has not a single blemish or imperfection. Through sex, she releases a pod that embeds itself in her partner's bodies. The pod that the Queen produces bends the minds of women to her will and connects their consciousness to an overall hive mind. The assimilated women generate their own imitation of the Queen's otherworldly allure called the Essence. It is this dangerously addictive secretion that lures unsuspecting women into the clutches of the Hive. The Queen's goals are currently unknown, but she has been assimilating every woman she can get her "hands" on and her only clear aims are for expansion.

(Flashback: Seven Days Ago)

Crystal champagne glasses clinked together in a toast. The dinging noise rang loudly above the muted hum of conversation echoing through the restaurant. Catherine brought the flute to her lips and took a substantial drink. A bottle of this authentic French champagne cost even more than the fine crystal stemware she held between her fingers. Catherine swished the alcoholic beverage around her mouth and rolled it underneath her tongue to obtain its full flavor before swallowing the bubbly liquid.

"Catherine, you have done it again," the man sitting in the chair next to her said admiringly. "Simply marvelous."

"You flatter me, Xavier," said Catherine with a blush. She waved her hand as if nothing she ever did was of importance and produced the most girlish sounding giggle she could manage.

"Do you realize what this means? By my calculations, reducing your number of staff to the level you suggested will improve the stock in our company by an entire point," said the thin, aging man. "You are about to become a very rich woman."

"And you are about to become an even richer man," Catherine retorted. She grinned above her champagne flute before drinking again.

Xavier Magnuson chuckled. Catherine O'Hara's wit had yet to fade at least.

The restaurant they convened at was located on one of the upper floors of the Chrysler Building. Catherine and Xavier were seated near a window where they could see all the way out past Brooklyn due to the clear skies. The setting sun lent a fiery brilliance to the evening that Catherine took to be romantic. The restaurant had a dimly lit ambience, with only candles at the tables and a few overhead lights providing illumination. A large pond containing several rare species of fish had a wooden bridge overhanging it that needed to be crossed before reaching any of the dining tables. An antique hand carved bar that blocked the view of the open kitchen stocked only the most expensive wines and liqueurs. The restaurant tables were small, with chairs seated close together to provide a close and intimate vibe. The fare at this fine-dining establishment had been conceived by some of the most famous chefs in the world and only the elite of New York City were even aware of the restaurant's existence. The entrance was a sealed metal door that gave no indication of what was inside. The restaurant didn't even have a name to give away its existence. Very classy, very exclusive, and very pricey. 

Though they dined at one of the most expensive and exquisite restaurants in all of New York City, Xavier had only ordered a simple salad to go with the bottle of extra dry champagne. He even refused dressing with it. The mostly finished bottle of champagne rested in a bowl of ice sitting in the middle of the table. Catherine had salivated when their server described the special for the evening. A bone-in porterhouse steak with bleu cheese melted on top of it along with sides of creme brulee potatoes and greens beans with bacon bits mixed in. Catherine desired desperately to order the special, but she wanted to retain a certain sense of restraint and decorum this evening and not come off as a glutton to the owner of her magazine. She instead ordered the same salad as Xavier, though Catherine couldn't resist ordering creamy ranch dressing to go with it.

"I have to admit I am somewhat concerned that your magazine can continue to publish volumes at its current rate and quality considering the staff reduction," said the publishing magnate as he leaned back in his chair and took another swig of champagne. People at their level of society never used nasty words like 'firings' or 'layoffs'. They used coded phrases like staff reductions and migrations, or Catherine's personal favorite of letting opportunity seekers be free to fulfill their dreams.

"Not to worry," Catherine said reassuringly. "We will hire some new staff members fresh out of college and pay them half what their predecessors made. Young people are so desperate for jobs right now that they will work for almost anything."

"Quite so," Xavier said distractedly. He looked down at the meals he and his guest had ingested. Xavier picked at his salad, only eating the best bits of vegetables and ignoring the spinach and arugula. He rarely had an appetite for anything any more. Catherine however had devoured her entire salad voraciously. Xavier finished his champagne and clapped his hands together. "Well, my physician has recommended I reduce my intake of caffeine and sugar so I'm afraid I must decline any coffee or dessert this evening. Shall I have the maitre'd call a cab for you?"

This was the moment Catherine had been waiting for. While Xavier was over sixty years old and had been bald for years, he remained an enormously handsome man. Catherine worked her foot out of its high heeled shoe. She moved her foot to the other side of the table and brushed it against Xavier's ankle. Catherine rubbed her toes up and down his leg seductively. "Actually Xavier," Catherine said slyly. "I thought perhaps I might join you this evening."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," Xavier said awkwardly as he moved his leg away from Catherine's wandering appendage. "I am your employer, and it would be highly improper."

"Whatever are you talking about?" Catherine asked with some frustration. "It's not like it would be the first time I've shared your bed." She moved her foot back toward Xavier and rubbed the sole of her foot against the top of his shoe.

Xavier sighed. "I thought we were past this, Catherine. It would be inappropriate for us to have any sort relationship aside from our business partnership."

Catherine shook her head and groaned with frustration. "What are you so afraid of? If you are concerned with your performance I'm sure we can pick something up at a drug store on the way back to your flat."

Xavier harrumphed. "I assure you my 'performance' is not the issue."

"I didn't mean to imply-," Catherine started before being cut off.

"I had no intention of dragging this all up again," Xavier said wearily as he laid his head in the palm of his hand and stroked his forehead. "We've been through this time and time before. I invited you to dinner as a celebration and reward for exemplary performance in your duties as editor-in-chief of your magazine. This meal was a formality only."

"Quit being so coy, Xavier," Catherine said impishly as she moved her foot up Xavier's leg until it passed his thigh and brushed against his crotch. "It doesn't become you."

Xavier pushed his chair out and stood up. Catherine's heart sunk as she detected barely contained anger in Xavier's expression. "Catherine, I am very proud of the all you have accomplished," Xavier said brusquely. "But I find your professionalism highly questionable." 

Catherine must have had a few too many glasses of champagne, and having had a few tumblers of scotch in her office at the end of the working day wasn't helping either. Her reaction to Xavier's protestations was to reach over and place her hand on Xavier's groin. She felt Xavier's flaccid penis beneath his slacks and gave it a light squeeze. "How is this for professional, darling?"

Xavier slapped Catherine's hand away. He had finally lost his temper. Xavier sneered at Catherine and said acidly, "Do you want to know the real reason I do not wish to spend the night with you? It's because I no longer find you physically attractive! You are old, overweight, and disgusting!" As soon as he completed his outburst, regret instantly formed on Xavier's face. "I apologize. That was an awful thing to say to you. I should go." Xavier's eyes searched around frantically for the exit. When he located it, Xavier looked back at Catherine a final time and said, "Good night, Catherine," before departing.

Catherine stared in shock as Xavier walked out on her. Catherine drowned the rest of her champagne in a single gulp and buried her face in her hands. Sobs wracked her body as she wept. Catherine had been telling herself she was unattractive for years now, but it was one thing to think it and quite another to hear someone say it to her face. The fact that she had once been famously skinny and beautiful made her self-esteem even worse now that she was old, fat, and ugly.

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

Catherine's makeup must be a mess. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her napkin and blew her nose into it loudly. Streaks of dark makeup stained the red fabric she used as a tissue. Catherine looked up at the waiter who only now realized she had been weeping.

"Er, I'm sorry to interrupt," the handsome young waiter said awkwardly. "I just wanted to know if you needed anything else this evening. Mr. Magnuson is an exclusive member so anything you ask for will be yours."

Catherine barked a laugh and briefly considered running up tons of charges on Xavier's account. Catherine dismissed the thought as soon as it had entered her mind. Catherine examined the young man acting as her waiter. She had been so focused on Xavier that she hadn't realized how cute this boy was. He didn't seem very intelligent, and with his muscles and chiseled jaw it appeared likely he had been a jock in school. Probably a star athlete, judging by the look of him. Despite his dimness, the waiter had a ruggedly handsome face and looked strong and fit. With men of this stature, they either possessed a thin, puny four-inch dick or a long, thick nine-inch cock. There never seemed to be an in between. Catherine wondered if he would be willing to go to bed with her for a $1000 tip. She needed a man, someone who could fill the holes of her body and maybe the holes she felt in her soul. 

Catherine hungered for cock. But whenever she thought about sex she became worried that the same disaster that transpired the last time she hired a gigolo might reoccur. Since enduring menopause, Catherine's vagina seemed unable to become wet no matter how aroused she felt. It made sex enormously difficult, even with artificial lubricant. The friction became so terrible the last time that Catherine had no choice but to make the male prostitute stop fucking her, denying herself the orgasm she had paid good money for. The shame of her sexual dysfunction felt unbearable. Just the thought of such an event reoccurring prevented Catherine from propositioning her waiter.

The waiter stood patiently while Catherine thought, though he did appear visibly annoyed by her delayed response. Finally, Catherine decided to request the only things the only things in her life aside from her job that gave her pleasure any more.

"May I please have a slice of the triple chocolate cheesecake and a glass of your strongest red?" Catherine asked.

"Of course, ma'am. I will have that out for you in just a minute."

Hours later, Catherine wandered the streets of Manhattan alone. She walked aimlessly through the streets with a slight stumble caused by her intoxication. After finishing her wine and dessert, Catherine left the restaurant and made a point of stopping for a drink at every bar she walked by. She had been in dive bars, classy upscale cocktail bars, and some bars that Catherine hadn't realized were actually family restaurants. Catherine didn't know where she was going, she just knew she didn't want to go home alone. She felt sad and lonely, and hoped that enough alcohol would obliterate those emotions. At this rate, she might as well drink all night long and go into work early to doze on the sofa in her office. 

Catherine looked down at her dress and body as she walked. She wore a sultry dark blue dress that showed off her ample cleavage. The dress was two sizes too small and clung to her tightly. The hem of the dress ended well before her knees. Catherine had hoped she looked sexy in this attire, but now she realized she just looked ridiculous. The tightness of the dress only emphasized her bulk and the short skirt just revealed tree trunk sized legs. How could she have been so stupid to think she actually looked good?




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Intro



Catherine's body wobbled and she laid a hand on the brick wall of the building next to her for support. Catherine had always been able to handle her liquor, she didn't feel nauseous at all even after several drinks but knew she would end up paying for this tomorrow. She looked up and realized she was standing outside another bar. A blue neon sign hung above the entrance with the word "Curvy" written in a glowing cursive script. Above the name was the incandescent blue outline of a woman's legs from below the waist. One leg laid flat while its neon partner was raised with a bent knee. Catherine had never even heard of this bar before. Why the hell not, Catherine thought as she pushed open the door to the establishment.

Catherine quickly realized she had made a mistake. She had always been excellent at deciphering the sexuality of others, and one glance around the bar revealed that she had entered a lesbian dive. Catherine made to leave at first, but decided against it. She had nothing against dykes, truth be told she had even had a few lesbian experiences of her own during her young and wild days. That was nearly thirty years ago and Catherine no longer had any interest in women but maybe this could be fun. 

Curvy had wood-paneled walls with a large mirror mounted on the side opposite Catherine that extended from the entrance to the back of the bar. The building was well lit, though the only lights near the dance floor were flashing colored beams. Booths and tables created a circle that rimmed the outsides of the room and surrounded a large dance floor. The bar stood opposite from the giant mirror and had only one woman working at it despite the sizable crowd. This bar prided itself on its selection and Catherine noticed several microbrewed beers on tap as well as many bottles of liquor sitting on their shelves. The building's decor was certainly unique, featuring both clothed and nude photographs of pinup models above every table along with weird homosexual Americana that Catherine couldn't begin to understand. The Supreme Court's overturn of the gay marriage ban had occurred recently enough that rainbow flags hung from everywhere. Catherine could only imagine the party that must have taken place here on that night. Curvy looked very busy for a Monday night, with nearly every table occupied and the floor full of dancing women. All the patrons were female, and they ranged from old to young and included nearly every ethnicity imaginable. 

Catherine couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that she was being watched. Probably just getting paranoid in my old age, Catherine thought. Yet there was something strange about this place that Catherine couldn't quite put her finger on. Obviously, it was a lesbian bar and while unusual for Catherine it didn't bother her. What really freaked her out was that nearly every woman in the bar turned to look at her as she walked in the door. 

Catherine hung her coat up on a rack near the entrance and took a seat on the only open stool at the very end of the bar. The bartender asked what she wanted and Catherine ordered a scotch, neat. Make it American. Yes, put it on a tab. The barkeep was a very pretty young black woman who had a pleasant smile. Catherine couldn't say she approved of the piercings that covered the bartender's ears and nose though. She seemed somehow familiar to Catherine, but in her drunken state Catherine couldn't place where she recognized the woman from.

After receiving her drink, Catherine spun around on the stool to look around the bar. People-watching had always been one of her favorite activities. The women on the floor were dancing wildly to the popular music that blared loudly from overhead speakers. Music that Catherine didn't understand or relate to any more. A young redhead girl with a shocking amount of freckles dotting her face appeared to be the life of the party. The flamehaired firecracker danced wildly and aggressively, pulling random women to her and grinding her body against them in a raunchy dance. She slapped her partners on their asses and grabbed their thighs and breasts as they cavorted. The redhead changed partners a couple times per song. Catherine watched with amusement as the girl made out with a woman around the same age as her for a few seconds before breaking the kiss and leaving the breathless young woman eager for more. The redhead grabbed the woman closest to her who happened to be a heavy middle-aged black woman. The redhead turned her new partner around and began grinding her crotch against the woman's bottom. The black woman laughed and quickly got in on the fun, draping her arm behind the redhead's neck and pushing her ass back against the redhead who was humping her from behind. An older butch woman who Catherine correctly deduced was the redhead's date sat alone at her table, sipping a beer and watching sulkily as her girlfriend danced with every other girl on the floor. 

Scanning around the bar, Catherine noticed some women behaving even more lewdly. She saw an older woman closer to Catherine's age sitting at a booth with a beautiful, exotic young Japanese girl. The mature woman couldn't even be attractive enough to be considered a cougar, let alone a MILF. Though she looked only slightly overweight compared to Catherine the other woman wore large coke-bottle glasses along with a very unflattering short, curly haircut. The clothes she wore were frumpy and out of style, making her look more like a sixty-year old than a woman closer to the age of forty. The Asian girl looked absolutely stunning, and with a red flower stuck in her hair behind the ear she looked even more gorgeous. The two could not have been a starker contrast. Probably a 4 or 5 on her best day hooking up with a solid 9. And yet, the Asian girl was all over the less attractive woman. 

The girl nibbled on the older woman's neck before placing a hand on the mature woman's cheek. The two looked at each other lovingly and moved their lips together to initiate an intense makeout session. While their tongues wrestled sloppily against each other, the girl used both hands to squeeze the mature woman's breasts through her dress. Catherine's eyes widened as she watched the Japanese girl crawl underneath the booth and stick her head up the lucky older woman's skirt. The tabletop obscured what the girl was doing under her partner's skirt, but Catherine could see the mature woman's clothes rustling and it looked like she twisted in her seat to make her underwear easier to remove. The older woman threw her hands back against the leather of the booth and raised herself up slightly. Catherine's mouth dropped open as the woman threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent moan. The Japanese girl surely had her tongue in the other woman's pussy.

Catherine's face flushed crimson red and she thought she felt a twinge of arousal inside her. Too bad the feeling wouldn't amount to anything. Catherine noticed that every so often one lesbian would take another by the hand and lead them to a door at the back of the bar. Catherine assumed at first that they were going to have a tryst in the bathroom, but every time the women walked right by the bathroom door and instead ventured somewhere further back. Catherine watched this occur with three separate sets of women as she sat and sipped her scotch. She couldn't help feeling curious about what was going on back there.

Catherine examined the women sitting next to her. The closest were three women that appeared to be here together and were all in their early thirties. Gathering by the conversation that Catherine eavesdropped on, she learned that the two women named Janet and Ellen sitting on the outside of the three stools were married to each other while the one named Pamela who sat on the middle stool was one of their close friends. Janet dressed herself in jeans and a t-shirt and appeared to be the 'man' of the relationship. She had her brown hair in a ponytail that had been pulled through the baseball cap she wore. Ellen dressed a bit more femininely in her flowery dress though she still had short hair and lacked any makeup. Neither of them were particularly attractive, though Pamela looked pretty despite the plain clothing and boring shoulder-length haircut she wore. 

Janet and Ellen had invited their straight friend Pamela out for drinks this evening. It wasn't Pamela's first time at Curvy, and though the straight woman had been hit on by women during previous visits to the bar her friends always made sure that she never received too much unwanted attention. Pamela wouldn't admit this, but she actually enjoyed the innocent flirting though she knew it wouldn't lead anywhere. She had a husband waiting at home and that was enough for her. Just a drink or two more then she would take a cab home. The bar was even louder and more raucous than usual, Pamela was glad she came on such a fun night. She did think it was weird how Janet and Ellen both wore sunglasses inside at night. But other than her choice of venue, Pamela figured this be a normal Monday evening. 

Tonight would be different though. Janet and Ellen planned to each have sex with Pamela before the night was over. It's not like their marriage was failing. On the contrary, their bond was stronger than ever. Janet almost couldn't handle the anticipation of waiting until she could finally watch Pamela licking her wife's pussy. Though the three had been friends since college and Janet and Ellen both thought Pamela looked cute there had always been a boundary that was never crossed. Tonight that invisible barrier would be shattered. 

Pamela was not attracted to women in the slightest. She liked coming here because it was a fun bar and she enjoyed spending time with her friends. She would never dream of sleeping with another woman. Yet, before the night was over she would make love with both Janet and Ellen and a dozen more women besides. 

Even with the shocking amount of sexual activity taking place at Curvy, Catherine knew she would never participate. Not because she wouldn't be willing, but because no one could possibly want her. Catherine raised her glass to take another drink but noticed it was now empty. Catherine hadn't even realized she had drunk the remainder of her scotch she had been so intent on peeping at strangers. She thought about leaving now that her drink was finished, but felt too intrigued by the sight of women behaving so openly sexual around her. Catherine was getting off just from watching the women at this bar. She began to call out an order for a drink but noticed the bartender was preoccupied with making some sort of elaborate pink cocktail. Catherine waited patiently for her turn to order.

While she waited, Catherine noticed her reflection showing back at her in a mirror placed behind the bar. It seemed to have been put there by one of the bartenders so they could apply and readjust their makeup without having to leave the bar unmanned. Catherine grimaced as she inspected the face staring back at her. Catherine ran her hands through spindly old black hair with too much grey streaked through it. Catherine really needed to have her hair recolored soon, it had been completely grey for nearly ten years now. She pulled at the wrinkly, sagging skin of her face and poked at the dark bags beneath her eyes. Even makeup painstakingly applied every morning couldn't entirely obscure the signs of her age. What a hag I've become, Catherine thought.

It didn't seem that long ago when Catherine O'Hara had been one of the most desirable women in the world. The beauty of her face combined with her slim yet sultry body made her the perfect cover model. Catherine had the world at her fingertips, jet setting around the globe to have her picture taken by the most skilled photographers and being invited to only the most exclusive parties and orgies. One week she would be staying at the Royal Palace as a guest of the English Crown, while the next she spent as the mistress of an Arab prince. Catherine had Italian millionaires begging her to join them for a ride on their yachts. Catherine rode more than just the millionaire's ships, her sexual appetite being notoriously insatiable. Famous French actresses licked her pussy underneath silken sheets in one of the most expensive hotels in the world on the Riviera. It gave Catherine such pleasure to know that a face that had been seen and adored by millions on the silver screen was between her thighs, tasting her naughty bits like a pervert. Catherine was truly irresistible.

But all of that faded with time. It seemed like as soon as she turned thirty years-old, Catherine had been completely blocked out of the industry. No one wanted to photograph her any more and the playboys and courtesans she formerly associated with moved onto newer, younger models. Luckily, Catherine had enough contacts in the industry that she was able to secure a job as a reporter for an up-and-coming fashion magazine. The methods Catherine used to obtain her scoops were occasionally scrupulous. Catherine still possessed a fantastic body in her thirties and she never hesitated to utilize it. Catherine had no qualms about exchanging sex for information if it would reveal one snippet of gossip that could dominate the headlines for a week. The Fashionistas editor at that time did not approve of Catherine sleeping with her sources, but the scoops that she uncovered were so delicious that the reporter was impervious to discipline. After spending a few months as Xavier Magnuson's private Mistress while he endured divorce proceedings with his wife, the previous editor was forced out and Catherine was soon elevated to editor-in-chief. At just the age of forty, Catherine had already become the manager and co-owner of one of the most respected and circulated periodicals in the fashion world.

Right after Catherine seemed to have attained all her dreams, they quickly fell apart. Xavier ended the relationship with Catherine that he had always treated more as a business arrangement than anything serious and married some low-class young bimbo instead of her. They didn't even last a year. Catherine again offered her body to Xavier as he went through his second divorce and he gleefully took advantage of her. The sex had been amazing. Catherine had never felt so needed and so used at the same time, a dangerous and addicting combination for her. Catherine thought this might finally be the time that Xavier realized he had never known anyone so loyal and devoted to him. But once again, he broke it off to chase after some younger tail. Catherine became depressed whenever she wasn't working, and when she was depressed she ate sweet, fattening foods and drank hard to compensate. Catherine succumbed to her growing dependence on food and alcohol and soon showed a figure that belied that dependence. Catherine entered her forties still looking beautiful and sexy, if a little thicker in the middle than she used to be. She arrived at fifty looking like she had aged twenty years instead of ten and packing about eighty extra pounds. The worst part of it all was that while Catherine could still become aroused during sex, she was no longer able to climax.

Catherine snapped out of her malaise when the bartender finally addressed her. "What will be be, beautiful?"

Catherine was taken aback by the way the young ebony girl addressed her. "Um, ah. A Johnny Walker Blue please. Neat."

"Again?" the bartender said with surprise. She had to raise her voice for it to be overheard above the loud music. "We actually have a pretty decent selection of scotch. There's a few bottles of higher quality authentic Scottish whiskey that are actually cheaper by the glass. Can I interest you in any of those?"

Catherine waved her hand dismissively. "The only thing foreign that I enjoy is wine. American, please."

"Coming right up," the bartender answered as she turned around and grabbed the blue labeled bottle from a high shelf. She poured Catherine a generous portion of the liquor and handed Catherine the glass. "Here you go, Ms. O'Hara," said Sherri cheerily.  

Catherine's eyes narrowed as she took the glass. For the briefest of instants, their hands touched. "I know you, don't I?" Catherine asked suspiciously. 

"Christmas party, two years ago," Sherri said with a nod. "My roommate couldn't find a date so she dragged me along."

"Of course," Catherine answered with the relief of sudden remembrance. "You are Cassandra's friend. Shirley?"

"Sherri," the black woman answered.

"Ah, of course, of course. The lesbian," Catherine ruminated. She tended to identify others by a single defining characteristic.

Sherri chuckled and said, "I assure you that is not my only winning quality." 

Sherri laid her hand on Catherine's wrist and squeezed it. Catherine thought she noticed a strange glint in the younger woman's eye. Something seemed wrong with her gaze, but Catherine felt too drunk to inspect it further. She just knew that every time she looked in Sherri's eyes her body shuddered involuntarily. Sherri's touch lingered for a second longer then she turned around and returned to work.

Catherine blatantly leered at Sherri's body as she turned her back to grab a bottle of vodka from behind the bar. Sherri wore light blue hip-hugging jeans and a t-shirt so faded you couldn't even tell the name of the band it advertised any more. Sherri's jeans were tight and her ass looked plump and barely contained beneath the tightly compressed denim. Surely the intent of wearing those small of pants. Sherri obviously was not wearing a bra judging by the mold of her breasts beneath her shirt. Catherine hadn't looked upon a woman with lust for decades, but looking at Sherri she could feel the first pangs of desire. When Sherri turned around to serve a drink to a nearby customer Catherine quickly looked away so her staring would remain unnoticed.

Catherine looked over at the two married lesbians named Janet and Ellen as they scooted in closer to either side of their friend. Their friend Pamela looked uncomfortable as her friends pushed her skirt up and laid their hands on her thighs. Janet and Ellen leaned toward each other over Pamela's stool and began making out. Pamela leaned back and looked around awkwardly as her friends kissed with tongue a few inches from her face. Pamela turned her head and seemed to be eyeing the exit, perhaps feeling overly stimulated by events taking place at the bar. She would have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice the intense sexual vibe inside this place tonight. 

Just as it seemed that Pamela was about to stand up, the spouse sitting nearest to Catherine named Ellen did something shocking. She licked her fingers and stuck them underneath her dress. Catherine saw Ellen's hand moving around her crotch through the material of her dress. Ellen breathed in sharply as she touched herself. It fully appeared that Ellen was fingering herself at the bar right next to Catherine. Without warning, Ellen pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought her hand up to Pamela's lips. Ellen's hand darted forward as she attempted to stick her sticky wet fingers into Pamela's mouth. Pamela nearly fell off her stool as she turned her head away and leaned back to avoid Ellen's fingers. Janet grabbed the back of Pamela's head by her hair with one hand and used the other hand to pull down on Pamela's jaw. Ellen forced her fingers into Pamela's mouth before her friend had any chance to react.

Catherine's mouth dropped open in shock and she backed away in anticipation of Pamela's certain freakout. This was a rather extreme prank, even between close friends. But surprisingly, once Pamela tasted Ellen's fingers she began sucking on them. Catherine actually heard the supposedly heterosexual Pamela murmur "Mmmmm..." as she moved her mouth up and down Ellen's fingers. 




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Intro



Ellen pulled her fingers out of Pamela's mouth while Janet removed her grip on Pamela's chin. While maintaining a firm grasp on a bunched up tangle of Pamela's hair, Janet mashed Pamela's lips to her own mouth. Pamela returned the kiss, opening her mouth and allowing Janet's intruding tongue to invade. The two wives seemed to know implicitly when the other should make the next move. As Pamela and Janet made out passionately, Ellen moved her fingers back down beneath the skirt of her dress. Catherine leaned forward slyly in order to see Ellen's hand pushing aside the crotch of her panties and rubbing the tips of her fingers inside her genitals. When Ellen's hand returned from below, it was covered in a thick, sticky, greenish-grey goo that glistened in the bar's overhead light. 

Janet and Pamela wielded their tongues like deadly weapons brandished in combat with each other's mouths, kissing aggressively while biting and sucking on each other's lips and tongues. Pamela's conversations of being the only straight woman in the bar and having a husband that Catherine overheard must have been in jest. She licked and tongued Janet's mouth like she was about to throw down her stool, rip open Janet's pants and eat her in front of everyone. Ellen used her clean hand to pull Pamela's skirt up to her waist, exposing her thighs and groin. Catherine leaned even further forward, just enough to take a peek of Pamela's crotch without drawing attention. Pamela's underwear were nondescript gray panties that covered all the yummy bits. Ellen grabbed the cotton material covering Pamela's vagina and pulled it to the side. Catherine gulped at the sight of Pamela's hairy pussy. Pamela's dark, curly pubis obscured most of her genitals though Catherine could see a damp spot near her opening. Catherine watched Ellen squeeze Pamela's clitoris between two of her fingers while she rammed her cum-covered fingers deep inside Pamela's vagina.

Pamela howled in ecstasy as Ellen penetrated her body with fingers soaked in Ellen's Essence. Catherine had no way of knowing this, but Pamela was currently experiencing the most pleasurable sensation in the entire universe. The intermingling of another's Essence inside her own body provided delight strong enough to twist Pamela's mind completely. Pamela held Janet's mouth to hers as if she were clinging to dear life while she whimpered against the overwhelming sensation spreading from her crotch to the rest of her body. Pamela raised her pelvis a few inches off the stool and grinded herself up and down against Ellen's embedded fingers. A few seconds later, ejaculate dripped out of vagina like a leaky faucet.

Catherine looked around the bar to see if anyone else had noticed. How is no one seeing this, Catherine thought. This couldn't possibly be that common of an occurrence at this bar. Catherine found the sight of Pamela's timid unwillingness transforming into a tenacious sexual appetite equally disturbing and arousing. Pamela's cheeks turned a deep shade of red and her mouth hung open as a vacant expression came over her face. Ellen removed her cum-covered fingers from Pamela's vagina and placed her dripping wet digits inside Pamela's wide open mouth as the woman calmed down from her orgasm. Pamela's mouth closed automatically when she felt something enter it and she tasted her own pussy along with Ellen's. Catherine could hear Pamela's heavy breathing and the sucking noises coming from her mouth from two stools away. Catherine continued watching the scene unfold out of the corner of her eye. Ellen removed her fingers from Pamela's mouth, though the sucking pucker Pamela's mouth made after Ellen's fingers exited showed she was more than willing to continue sucking on Ellen's digits. Janet whispered into Pamela's ear and when she had finished speaking the flustered woman nodded to her. The three of them stood up at once and began walking toward the back area of the bar with Pamela sandwiched between Janet and Ellen. The trio held hands as they walked to the same area Catherine had seen other women disappearing to. Catherine wondered what could be back there. She had half a mind to stand up and find out for herself when Sherri finished serving drinks to the other patrons and engaged Catherine again.

"Can I get you anything else?" Sherri asked. "How do you like our bar?"

Catherine looked down at her half-full glass and considered the question before answering. "I'm good for now. This place is rather... unique. Very different from what I'm used to, anyways."

"It certainly is something else, isn't it?" Sherri chuckled as she looked behind Catherine. The older woman turned to see what Sherri was peering at. The redhead Catherine admired earlier had tied her date's hands to a table so that she was bent over it. The woman's pants and underwear had been pulled down to her ankles, exposing her bare buttocks while a line of women took turns spanking her. Catherine could see the red in her cheeks from across the bar. The butch woman winced in pain at every smack and looked like she was close to crying. The redhead looked on gleefully as her girlfriend was punished again and again.

"Wow," Catherine said to herself as she looked away and gulped down another fiery mouthful of scotch.

"So," Sherri asked inquiringly. "You got a boyfriend? I don't see a ring on that finger."

Catherine laughed sardonically and shook her head. "No. No, I do not."

"Looking for a girlfriend then? You are in a lesbian bar, after all."

Catherine laughed loudly again and said, "Not really. I just wanted to get drunk, and this bar was one of many along my path tonight."

"That's the reason you came," Sherri said. "That's not the reason you stayed." 

Sherri laid her palm on top Catherine's hand and worked her fingers between Catherine's. Catherine blushed and she felt excitement welling inside her chest as she made true physical contact with another for the first time this evening. Was Sherri actually flirting with her? She probably does this with every customer, Catherine thought cynically. Teasing and making unkept promises would be an excellent way to generate large tips.

"Are you sure you aren't interested in more?" Sherri asked as her thumb rubbed against the side of Catherine's hand. "It seems like you are at least curious."

"I don't even know any more," Catherine answered truthfully.

"I saw you staring at Janet and Ellen with Pamela. You seemed pretty intrigued by their...friendliness." Sherri smiled mischievously at Catherine but let go of her hand to begin drying some pint glasses since there weren't any customers in need of assistance. Catherine had to stop herself from reaching back out for Sherri. It felt so nice to be touched, even in such a chaste fashion. 

"It was kind of hard not to stare when it was happening right next to you," Catherine explained. Her eyes followed Sherri's plump bottom as she reached up to place glasses back on a shelf behind the bar. God I must be so drunk, Catherine thought. Sherri's body looked amazing right now.

Sherri turned back toward Catherine and laid her chin in her palm as her elbow rested on the barstand. "Do you think that's something you think you would want to try? Being with a woman?"

"I've experimented with women before," Catherine said proudly. "When I was much younger."

Sherri squinted her eyes with doubt. She obviously didn't believe it. "What does experiment mean?"

"Oh, I don't know. Kissing and cuddling. Having m-my..." Catherine was almost embarrassed to admit it, "My pussy licked."

"You've never actually given another woman oral sex, though?" Sherri inquired.

"No. Never," said Catherine emphatically. 

"If you've never tasted pussy in your life then you haven't really been with a woman," Sherri said with a shake of her head. "You've been missing out. It's the best thing in the whole universe. I would bottle that flavor if I could."

Catherine decided to change the subject to something less awkward. "So do you have a girlfriend then?" Catherine asked. "Since you are so curious about my relationships."

Sherri grinned as she considered how to answer the question. "I suppose I'm in a committed relationship right now, but have no significant other. Does that make any sense?"

Catherine made a confused look. "Not really?"

Sherri shrugged. "I guess I have been trying to make something happen with my roommate."

"Ah," Catherine said with measured disappointment. Foolish of her to think that she had any chance. Catherine's eyes opened wide in shock as she recalled their earlier conversation. "Wait, you don't mean with Cassie?" 

Sherri laughed bitterly and said, "Believe me, I wish. Unfortunately, she is as straight as an arrow. Straighter, actually. Actually, it's with her little sister."

Catherine looked surprised as she replied, "I didn't even know she had a sister."

"Yep," Sherri confirmed with a nod of her head. She grabbed a few cold bottles of beer from a fridge beneath the bar and handed them to a woman standing a few seats away holding out a twenty dollar bill. Catherine felt guilty for bothering Sherri while she worked but it was the cute bartender who kept engaging her in conversation after all.

Sherri made change for the buyer only for the woman to wave at her to keep it. Sherri threw the tip into a glass jar and turned back to Catherine, picking up right where their conversation left off. 

"Honestly, I would much rather be with Cassandra," admitted Sherri. "Anna still has the mind and maturity of a typical college sophomore. Cassandra's a smart, funny, classy lady. Much more my type. But her sister Anna is smoking hot, like ten out of ten gorgeous." Sherri's eyes grew blank as she dried another glass and talked to herself. "Plus she's got these huge titties that require all of my self-control to keep myself from squeezing and fondling them whenever I see her wearing something sexy. She's just the perfect mix of innocent and adventurous too..."

"Mmm-hmm," Catherine murmured. She tried to hide her disappointment as Sherri droned on about the magnificence of her roommate's beauty. How silly of Catherine to think for even a second that someone might be genuinely interested in her. Catherine tossed back the remainder of her scotch and slammed the glass back down on the table harder than she meant to. Catherine stood up and turned to leave. But before she could depart, Sherri grabbed her by the wrist. 

"Ms. O'Hara?" Sherri's high-pitched, supplicating voice was so adorable. "I'm taking my break in five minutes. I was wondering if you might like to join me? Keep me company, at least?" Sherri held Catherine's wrist firmly and laid her other hand over Catherine's cheek with tip of her thumb resting on the thin line between Catherine's lips.

Sobriety and propriety had abandoned Catherine entirely. Her chest felt hot and heavy as excitement filled her. She hadn't felt like this in years. Catherine kissed Sherri's thumb and felt drunk and bold enough to flick her tongue over it. Catherine felt Sherri pushing her thumb gently against her mouth. Catherine opened her lips and sucked on Sherri's thumb. It helped Sherri imagine the other places Catherine's tongue might be tonight. 

Catherine pulled her mouth off Sherri's thumb with a loud sucking pop and said, "I think I might like that."

"Good," Sherri replied. She took her hand off Catherine's cheek and let go of her wrist. Catherine wished she would never let go. Sherri refilled Catherine's glass with more Johnnie Blue as Catherine sat back down. "For while you're waiting. This one's on the house." Sherri gave Catherine a wink. "When I'm done and someone's replaced me, just follow me." 

Sherri took care of a couple more drink orders until she was relieved by a young punkish looking brunette woman with dark makeup, multiple piercings, and spiky hair. Sherri gave her replacement a hug and a kiss on the lips before exiting through a small slot on the side of the bar. Sherri blew Catherine a kiss and then walked toward the infamous back area. Catherine had seen some of the women who disappeared back there sitting at booths or dancing later on. It's not like she would vanish forever if she followed Sherri. But Catherine couldn't shake the sense of trepidation she felt as she considered venturing into the unknown. Catherine waited a minute and chugged her drink for courage before standing up and following Sherri. 

Catherine looked back and forth as she walked to make sure she wasn't being watched, but no one paid her any mind. The women at Curvy were too focused on their own frivolity. The dancing had become intense, with clothes starting to come off though no one was entirely nude yet. The occupants sitting at tables near the dance floor enjoyed the show and clapped along with the music. Catherine sighted the Asian girl from before sitting in the same booth but apparently alone now. But the way she writhed and moaned told Catherine that she had switched places with the older woman she had serviced earlier. Catherine glanced back over to where the redhead and her girlfriend were sitting. The butch girlfriend remained tied to the table though a ballgag covered her mouth now. Her bare buttocks had been massaged and doused in baby oil while a group of women behind her took turns fingering both her holes. The redhead wore a devilish grin as she sat atop her girlfriend's back and spread her date's asscheeks apart to make her pussy and asshole easier for the women to access. The woman in bondage screamed against her gag and Catherine couldn't tell if her cries were of agony or ecstasy. Maybe both. Catherine shook her head in disbelief. She never heard of any bar or nightclub this wild. Even the sex club Catherine had been a member of in her thirties had been tamer than this. 

As Catherine walked past one of the women's bathrooms the door to the restroom swung open. A blonde woman wearing glasses and her hair tied in a bun walked out guzzling a beer she had apparently brought in with her. Her eyes were a bright blue hue that shone brightly through the lens of her glasses. She was even larger than Catherine, bordering on obese. The woman smiled at Catherine and beckoned to her with a wagging finger. Catherine shook her head at her and tried to walk by. 

The fat woman stepped in Catherine's way and said, "What, am I not good enough for you? A few too many pounds to handle? You're no spring chicken yourself." She jabbed Catherine between her breasts with her finger, right on Catherine's solar plexus. "She doesn't seem to mind, at least." The woman pointed her thumb behind her at a sexy young brunette exiting the bathroom. The brunette hottie adjusted her skirt clumsily as the large woman held the door open for her. She came up behind the large blonde and wrapped her arms around the woman's bulk.

"Can we go home, Margie?" the hot brunette whined. "I want you so badly. A finger and a lick in the bathroom isn't enough."

"Hold on," Margie complained. "I'm still drinking a beer and I wanted to see if this lady cared to join us. She looks like she could use a good fuck."

Catherine wanted to glare at Margie but was still in shock that such an attractive woman would associate with someone Catherine considered to be so undesirable. Margie's girlfriend lifted her hands up from Margie's bulbous gut to heft her enormous breasts. Margie's grand bosom still sagged and spilled outside her hands. The brunette said, "Let's just go. I want you and only you."

"Last chance," Margie offered to Catherine before she chugged her beer. "You can have both of us if you want. Carly is timid at first when we bring a third home but she'll come around eventually. Just don't try to lick her pussy, I'm the only one allowed to taste her sweet insides." Margie spoke nonchalantly even though her girlfriend was busy massaging her gigantic breasts from behind.

Catherine almost thought it would be worth it to see Carly's naked body, but a threesome was probably too great a leap for her. Baby steps. "I'm, uh, already meeting someone," Catherine explained. 

"Oh, Sherri?" Margie asked as she looked behind her. "I thought I saw her walk by. Tell her good night for me. Oh, tell her it's been way too long also."

"Will do," Catherine said as she tried to get around Margie but the bulky woman wouldn't budge.

Margie finished the last of her beer and said casually, "Crazy night, huh? I've never seen the place like this."

"You mean the bar isn't normally like... this?" Catherine said as she pointed at a group of dancing women who had finally shorn their bras. Hands and mouths seemed to be wandering all over the shaking, writhing bodies on the dancefloor. 

Margie chuckled and said, "Not at all. I mean, I've seen some wild shit when there's been private parties here. Plus there's always something or someone going down in the bathrooms. But never anything this open in public before. I've never seen this place so busy late on a Monday night either."

"Curious," said Catherine to herself.

"Yeah, real mystery of life," Margie said with a roll of her eyes. She burped loudly and chucked her beer bottle toward a trash can about ten feet away. She nailed her throw right in the dead center of the can and pumped her fist in celebration.

Carly had let go of Margie and walked around to the side. She pulled on Margie's arm and whined again, "Can we please go already? Come on, we've been here long enough."

"Goddamn, girl," Margie complained. "I've never been so annoyed at someone who can't wait to get home so they can eat my pussy."

Carly looked at Margie resentfully and nodded in Catherine's direction, "Please not in front of her, Margie."

"Really?" Margie said incredulously. "Like she couldn't guess what we were up to in the bathroom? Plus you're the one squeezing my tits in front of everyone. Stop pretending to be so modest."

Margie extended her hand to Catherine and said, "It was nice to meet you. I hope you have a good night." Catherine took Margie's hand in her palm and held it delicately while Margie squeezed her back with an iron grip.

"You as well," Catherine choked with a cringe as her hand was crushed. She massaged her sore hand after Margie let go of her.

"Come on honey, let's go home," Margie said as she put her arm around Carly's shoulder. "I've got a strapon with your name on it."

Carly laid her head on Margie's shoulder and reached her hand down the back of Margie's jeans as they walked away. "I love you," Carly sighed. Catherine could see Carly's hand fondling Margie's fat buttocks beneath her pants. She clearly loved the larger woman's body.

"I love you too," Margie said as she kissed Carly's brow and left the bar with her.

Catherine shook her head to collect herself. This night had been effective in destroying all her preconceived notions of women, sexuality, and attraction. Weirdly enough, Margie seemed like the most normal person Catherine had met at the bar tonight. Sherri seemed friendly enough but Catherine became unsettled whenever she looked into Sherri's eyes for too long. 

With Margie no longer blocking her path, Catherine noticed Sherri up ahead holding a door that said 'employees only' open for her. When Catherine approached her Sherri said, "I see you met Margie."

"Yes," Catherine replied. "She certainly is rather... unique."

Sherri chuckled. "She is at that."

"She said to tell you good night," Catherine said. "Oh yes, she also said it's been too long. Whatever that means."

Sherri nodded in agreement. "Yes, far too long since I've spent the night with her and Carly. I will need to remedy that soon." She then spoke quietly only to herself but Catherine's perceptive hearing still picked it up. "Margie would make a formidable member of the Hive."

It all sounded like gibberish to Catherine but she did pick up the one intriguing thread of the conversation. "You mean you've actually had sex with Margie?" Catherine asked with disbelief.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Intro



Sherri shrugged and said, "As well as Carly on the same night. Is that really so hard to believe? Just because a woman is heavyset doesn't mean the sex won't be as good. Some women actually prefer their lovers to be a larger size." 

Catherine felt Sherri's eyes sizing up her body as she spoke. Catherine encouraged Sherri's leering by pushing her chest out until her cleavage nearly burst from the bust of her dress and pulling her skirt up so her thighs showed beneath the hem of her dress. It had been so long since someone had looked at Catherine with desire. Sherri held her hand out to Catherine who promptly took it. Sherri led Catherine through the open door and then turned around to close the door behind her. The two were standing in a dimly lit hallway with two doors to each side and one at the far end. A bulletin board and different comic strips were pinned to the walls while a mop and bucket stood in a corner of the hallway. This was clearly an area normally open just to employees. 

"Where exactly are we go-?" Catherine started to say before Sherri cut her off.

Sherri pushed Catherine up against the wall and forced her tongue into Catherine's unprepared mouth. Catherine felt shock for only an instant before returning the kiss. Sherri and Catherine wrapped their arms around each other, enveloping their bodies together. Sherri's mouth tasted like honey, pepper, and cigarettes mixed together. Their tongues swirled around inside each other's mouths before Sherri pulled her lips away from Catherine's mouth, sucking hard on Catherine's tongue during her departure. 

"Oh my God," Catherine moaned into Sherri's ear as she felt Sherri's hands roaming her body. Sherri ran her hands up and down Catherine's fleshy sides, working her fingers between the folds of Catherine's body before moving her hands up to Catherine's large breasts. Catherine twined her fingers around the back of Sherri's neck, content to let Sherri do the exploring for now. Sherri fondled Catherine's sagging mounds in her hands and squeezed them as hard as she could. "Oh my God," Catherine repeated as Sherri grabbed her bodice and ripped it down to expose the pale masses of Catherine's breasts. 

Catherine's bosom had once been medium-sized but since putting on weight they had blown up so full that they sagged down to the wrinkles of her belly. Large, round circles of brown areolae surrounded Catherine's abnormally sized nipples. They stuck out for inches and had been this way even before becoming overweight. Sherri leaned down to rub her face against Catherine's bosom, feeling the woman's pointy nipples poking against her cheeks as she shook her head back and forth on Catherine's breasts. Sherri's nose ring poked against Catherine's breast as Sherri's face waved against her chest. Catherine tended to sweat whenever she became nervous or excited, and she could feel moisture dripping down from the undercarriage of her large, sagging bosom. Beyond embarrassed at her body's natural reaction, Catherine apologized for the increasing sweatiness of her body.

"I like your sweat," Sherri answered with a grin as she lifted Catherine's left breast to lick droplets of sweat from underneath her fleshy mound. Sherri's tongue trailed upward to Catherine's nipple and Sherri swirled her tongue around the areola before clamping her teeth down on Catherine's teat. Catherine cried out as Sherri sucked and licked the bud of Catherine's breast and then switched her mouth over to the twin sister of Catherine's breast. After applying equal attention to the right of Catherine's bust, Sherri parted Catherine's breasts and stuck her head in the middle of Catherine's chest. Sherri put her hands on the sides of Catherine's bosoms and mashed Catherine's udders against her cheeks, smothering herself between Catherine's tits. She loved feeling completely enveloped by Catherine's breasts. Catherine stroked Sherri's hair as she held Sherri's face to her chest, still scarcely able to believe this was actually happening to her.

Sherri pulled her head off of Catherine's bosom and gasped for air. She kissed her way up from Catherine's chest to her shoulder, her lips leaving a wet trail up to Catherine's throat. Catherine moaned as Sherri nibbled on the fleshy sides of her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks. Sherri reached down and grabbed Catherine's ample posterior through the skirt of her dress with both hands. Sherri enjoyed how full Catherine's buttocks felt in her hands, even after spreading her fingers farther apart and clutching as much of Catherine's bottom as possible the flesh of her fat ass still spilled out of her hands. Catherine caressed Sherri's hair with one hand while the other was laid on Sherri's shoulder. Catherine had pulled the neck of Sherri's shirt down so Catherine could feel her soft, ebony skin. She still felt hesitant to actually feel Sherri's body, but just this little bit was nice. Sherri held Catherine tightly by her ass and used that leverage to grind her crotch against Catherine's, making it obvious if it wasn't already that Sherri wanted to fuck her. Catherine cried out every time her pelvis bumped against Sherri's crotch. The sexy, young dark-skinned held the older woman under her complete control. Catherine would do anything for her, make herself a slave if she could only feel Sherri's touch for a bit longer.

Sherri's hands creeped down Catherine's dress until they reached underneath Catherine's skirt. Sherri brought her hands up the back of Catherine's chubby thighs and rested her palms just below the paunch of Catherine's buttocks. Sherri kissed and licked at Catherine's lips teasingly, pulling away every time Catherine tried to take Sherri's tongue inside her mouth. She giggled at the sight of Catherine with her eyes closed and tongue sticking out expectantly. Sherri caressed the cellulite of Catherine's legs while trailing kisses all over the woman's face, wanting Catherine to know that she found enjoyment even in the parts of Catherine's body that Catherine disliked most. 

Sherri licked upward from Catherine's cheek until her mouth was pressed against Catherine's ear. She whispered, "You are so fucking sexy, Ms. O'Hara. You are making me so wet right now." Catherine whimpered as Sherri licked inside her ear.

Sherri took one of her hands off Catherine's thigh and used it to unbutton and unzip her own jeans. Sherri took ahold of Catherine's hand and removed it from her shoulder. Catherine's breathing became heavy as Sherri slowly directed Catherine's hand toward the open fly of Sherri's crotch. Sherri shoved Catherine's fingers down the front of her pants and underwear and held Catherine's wrist so that she couldn't possibly move her hand away. Catherine gasped as she felt a shocking amount of wetness therein. It felt thick, warm, and sticky between her fingers. Catherine followed the wetness down until her fingertips discovered the petals of Sherri's blossoming flower. Catherine's fingers trailed around the lips of Sherri's vagina until they discovered an opening in the middle of them. Sherri breathed a single word, "Oh!", as Catherine extended her middle finger into the slit of Sherri's pussy. She could hear as well as feel the squishing as her fingers rubbed Sherri's growing wetness.

Catherine's fingers ran up and down Sherri's slit, dipping further and further inside Sherri's pussy with each approach and causing Sherri to stumble and lay her head against Catherine's shoulder until she recovered her balance. Sherri was through with this teasing, it was time to move to the next level. She needed to make sure Ms. O'Hara was good to go first. Sherri brought her hand that had been rubbing and squeezing Catherine's thigh around beneath Catherine's dress to feel her crotch. Sherri's eyes widened with delight when she realized what her fingers had discovered. It was skimpy, lacy black lingerie that a woman would only wear if she knew she was getting fucked that night. 

Sherri sucked on Catherine's tongue for a moment while she petted Catherine's pussy through her underwear. Sherri grabbed Catherine's panties and rubbed the lacy material between her fingers as she observed, "Somebody has a naughty secret they desperately wanted to share with someone tonight."

Catherine giggled and replied, "You weren't who I was planning on discovering that, but I'm so glad you were the one who did."

Sherri sneaked her fingers underneath Catherine's underwear and probed around. "A nice, hairy pussy," Sherri said approvingly. "Just how I like it." Sherri grabbed a fistful of Catherine's dark, billowy pubic hair and tugged on it as hard as she could. Sherri cackled as Catherine cried out in a combination of pain and surprise.

The two women locked their lips together again as Catherine continued playing with Sherri's body. While still rubbing Sherri's vagina, Catherine felt brave enough now to explore Sherri's breasts. Her hand moved down from Sherri's face to cup her breast. Her chest felt soft and full beneath the thin layer of Sherri's t-shirt. Catherine had never appreciated before how beautiful and sexy a woman's body could be. Her hand ran down Sherri's side, feeling the curve where her body thinned at the waist before widening at the hips. Catherine reached her hand behind Sherri's back and enjoyed the ass she had been staring at earlier. Sherri moaned into Catherine's mouth as Catherine continued fingering her.

While Catherine examined Sherri's female form, Sherri rubbed Catherine's pussy repeatedly but despite her efforts Catherine's vagina remained bone-dry. Sherri rubbed her even more urgently and made out with Catherine passionately and sloppily to see if she could coax wetness from Catherine's aged body. But Catherine's face turned crimson as she realized that despite the intense arousal she felt she would not be able to display it physically. Sherri rubbed even more insistently and Catherine realized that it was in frustration that she couldn't get Catherine off.

Catherine ceased masturbating Sherri and placed that hand upon Sherri's wrist, dampening Sherri's skin with her own secretions. Catherine gently pulled Sherri's hand from her groin. 

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't do this for you," Catherine said sadly. "I can't be the lover you deserve." Catherine sobbed as she became overwhelmed with embarrassment and regret. "I might as well just die at this point. I'm not good for anything anymore."

Sherri stroked Catherine's cheek in sympathy. She wiped away one of Catherine's tears and said, "That is one of the silliest things I've ever heard. I happen to think you will do a lot of good for us, and I'm sure we will be good for you too."

"What are you talking about?" Catherine said as she looked up at Sherri. Catherine shivered and backed away instinctively when she looked into Sherri's eyes. Though they were staring right at her and showed awareness, there didn't seem to be any true presence behind them. The closest thing Catherine had to compare those eyes to was a mannequin's dead gaze.

Sherri took ahold of Catherine's hands and caressed them affectionately. "There is someone I want you to meet," Sherri said excitedly. "Will you come with me? If you do, it will be the best decision you ever make."

Catherine hesitated but her curiosity got the better of her. "Who exactly are we meeting?"

Sherri smiled and tugged on Catherine's hand to lead her to the end of the hallway. The only explanation Sherri offered was, "You will see soon enough." Before they reached the door at the end of the hall, Sherri stopped Catherine and said, "Wait." 

A second later, the door swung open and Janet, Ellen, and Pamela walked through it together. Pamela looked way out of it, her head rested against Ellen's shoulder as she stumbled between Janet and Ellen. She was practically being carried by Janet and Ellen as she dragged her feet. While Janet and Ellen were still fully dressed, Pamela seemed to have misplaced her clothes somewhere. She wore only her underwear. Catherine recognized the grey cotton panties from before but the plain white bra supporting Pamela's breasts was new to her. Catherine tried not to be too blatant while looking at Pamela's body. Pamela possessed a well-endowed chest that she had hid well beneath her dress and her long, bare legs looked fantastic. 

"Hi, Sherri!" Janet exclaimed when she noticed the two women standing in the hallway outside the door.

"Hey there, Janet," replied Sherri. "Were you three having fun in there?"

"Of course!" Ellen answered for her wife. "Unfortunately, we didn't realize the assimilation process was unable to work so soon after Pamela's Initiation."

"Yeah, we should have asked to be sure first but had forgotten we can ask any of our sisters at any time," Janet said regretfully. "We have a lot to learn still. We should have known it wouldn't take."

"We still got plenty of good use out of Pamela's fine-ass body though," Ellen said as she smacked Pamela's ass hard. Pamela grunted but seemed to show no reaction to a spanking that probably would have left Catherine in tears. "Pamela got to be formally introduced to her new majesty."

"You just looooved meeting her, didn't you Pamela?" Janet said to her friend before planting a wet kiss on her cheek. Pamela licked her lips lasciviously but otherwise didn't respond.

"Sherri, go ahead and cop a feel if you want," Ellen offered. "Never a better time than this." Ellen's arm around Pamela's shoulder reached down to cup her breast through her bra. Janet reached a hand down and rested it below Pamela's underwear on her friend's buttcheek. Catherine could see Janet's hand moving up and down and around, massaging Pamela's ass. 

"Well then," Sherri said casually as she tickled Pamela's belly button. "Don't mind if I do." Sherri stretched open the waistband of Pamela's underwear and reached her fingers down into Pamela's panties. "Holy shit!" Sherri exclaimed as her fingers brushed against the lips of Pamela's vagina. "Her pussy is soaking wet!"

"Yep, for having only slept with men before tonight Pamela seems to get pretty turned on by eating pussy," Janet observed. Sherri pushed a finger in and out of Pamela's pussyhole. The incapacitated woman smiled and nuzzled her cheek against Ellen's shoulder lovingly as Sherri played with her pussy.

"You want any of this?" Sherri asked Catherine. Her entire finger was now buried in Pamela's vagina. 

Catherine had done some sleazy things in her lifetime, but she didn't think she could molest a woman who by all appearances was blackout drunk. "I'm good." Catherine brought her lips to Sherri's ear and whispered, "You are all I want anyways." Sherri turned her head and kissed Catherine on the lips. She removed her hand from Pamela's underpants and laid it upon the thick fat of Catherine's upper thigh. Catherine could feel Pamela's accumulated wetness staining her skin. It still felt warm.

"Well, let's get her moving then," Ellen said. "We will need to bring Pamela back to be properly introduced to her. But for now we are going to let her become a bit more lucid and then share her with some of our..." Ellen looked warily at the uninitiated and unassimilated Catherine. "...our fellow barmates."

Sherri squeezed Catherine's thigh and then reached up to grab Pamela by her chin. Pamela's eyes fluttered open as she looked at Sherri. "Yes, very pretty," Sherri murmured. "I believe I'm going to have you tonight as well." Pamela's eyes closed again and she laid her head back down upon Ellen's shoulder. Janet and Ellen carried Pamela out with her feet dragging behind her.

In her drunken stupor, Catherine understood less than half of what had been exchanged between Sherri and the other women. Some lesbo nonsense that she couldn't begin to understand. Catherine ignored most of what she heard but had to ask. "How did you know the door was opening?"

"What's that?" Sherri asked distractedly. She was busy looking back at Pamela's bottom as she was dragged away. 

"How did you know the door was opening?" Catherine asked as she held Sherri's arm. "You told me to stop and right after that the door opened. If you hadn't stopped me the door would have slammed right in my face."

"Why don't you come and find out how I knew?" Sherri said mischievously as she opened the door and walked through it. Catherine had little choice but to follow.

Catherine walked into some sort of storage room except the shelves of liquor and beer kegs had all been shoved back against the walls so that it was just a large open space with a single table in the middle. Lit candlesticks were strewn throughout the room, providing the only source of illumination and adding a ritualistic ambience. Sherri held her arm out and said, "Catherine. Let me introduce you to the Queen."

Out of the shadows stepped the most breathtaking woman Catherine had ever seen. The raven-haired beauty wore a draping purple dress that matched the color of her eyes. Her dark hair fell to her breasts where it curled softly, more perfect looking than any woman's hair deserved to be. Her face epitomized true human beauty with piercing eyes, a sharp pointed nose, and full, sensual lips. Her body was perfect. She possessed large breasts, buttocks, and thighs and wide-set hips without seeming to have a single ounce of fat on her body. She had a regal bearing, clearly a woman used to command. Catherine hobnobbed with actual queens and princesses when she traversed Europe in her youth. This woman was the first person that Catherine could ever actually consider royalty. Her beauty seemed impossible, because instead of feeling ugly or less desirable next to her Catherine actually felt more attractive for being the same gender and species as this creature.

"How do you do?" Catherine said nervously as she held out her hand. "Catherine O'Hara. You look absolutely stunning." She didn't think she could bear it if this exquisite creature spurned her.

The Queen seemed amused by Catherine's gesture, but still took Sherri's hand in hers. Catherine thought she felt electricity surging throughout her body as their skin touched. Was that a hint of arousal twingeing in Catherine's genitals? The sensation had arrived and departed so quickly that Catherine couldn't tell for sure. "Thank you, Catherine. I am well," the Queen answered. "But I know that you are not." The Queen's voice sounded low, husky, and sensual. 

Catherine's face dropped. "How do you know?"

"I can tell by the way you look at yourself. What you think when you look at yourself in the mirror."

Catherine shuddered under the Queen's penetrating gaze. She had a worrisome feeling that she couldn't refuse the Queen anything. Catherine would do whatever she said without question. Catherine managed to tear her eyes away from the glory of the Queen's form and looked over at Sherri. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, observing whatever would transpire next. Her participation was over for now.

The Queen stepped closer to Catherine, causing the older woman's face to turn a deep color of red and sweat to begin forming all over her body. Just being in the presence of the Queen did something strange to Catherine. The Queen gestured toward Catherine and stated, "I need you to remove your clothing, Catherine."

Catherine managed to only stammer for a bit before asking, "B-b-but why?"

"Because you are about to be reborn," the Queen answered. "Have you ever heard of any creature born with clothing?"

Catherine's hand moved hesitantly to the zipper on the back of her dress. She couldn't explain why she obeyed. She felt a compelling, overwhelming need to see where this led. Catherine pulled down her zipper and lifted the straps of her dress over and off each of her shoulders. Catherine let the dress fall to her ankles, her heavy bosom flopping up and down as the bodice clung to her chest. She stepped out of the dress, careful not to trip on it with her high heels and totally embarrass herself. Catherine's nipples hardened as her breasts were bared for her new Queen.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Intro



"All of it," the Queen commanded.

Catherine looked down at her underwear. Gaps in the black, flowery lace were transparent enough that her curly pubic hair and the brown mounds of her pussy lips were visible through the fabric. Since there was very little left to hide, Catherine went ahead and pulled her underwear down to her ankles and kicked the lingerie away with her foot. Catherine stood up straight and tall as she could manage wearing only her black shoes. It was hard not to feel self-conscious with two women staring at her naked body.

"Look at yourself," the Queen said as she waved a hand toward the wall behind her. "Tell me what you see."

Catherine hadn't even noticed a mirror in the room before. It seemed to float suspended in the air and Catherine couldn't see the edges of the that cast her reflection. Every time she tried to perceive the frame of the mirror her gaze slid away like the image was slippery. 

Catherine looked at herself with dissatisfaction. Sagging, drooping breasts fell to either side of her chest. A large paunch of wrinkly belly fat down hung to her crotch. Her thighs stood as thick as tree trunks and her arms weren't much better. Her skin had begun to age and turn wrinkled.

"I look hideous," Catherine whispered.

"Nonsense," the Queen said. "You are a woman, and that makes you as beautiful as anything in this universe. Look at your image now."

Catherine watched with amazement at her reflection in the mirror as her skin tone changed and her wrinkles disappeared. The fat sucked back into Catherine's body and her limbs slimmed. Her hair darkened and became more luscious. She looked exactly as she had over thirty years ago when her modeling career began. With that skinny of a body that still retained a sizable bosom and shapely thighs, what man or woman could ever resist her?

"That is still how you look on the inside," the Queen said as she approached Catherine. "It's how I see you anyways." Catherine looked down at her body and saw regretfully that it had not actually changed. It was all an illusion. "I desire your body, Catherine," the Queen said with a hungry tone that sounded like she would rather devour Catherine than make love to her. "You belong to me now."

The Queen placed her mouth upon Catherine's and forced her tongue between Catherine's lips. Pleasure surged through Catherine's body as she felt the Queen's body close to hers. It felt like electricity flowing from the Queen's lips to Catherine's nerve endings, specifically centralized inside Catherine's vagina. Catherine sucked on the Queen's tongue and wrapped her arms around the Queen's neck. Catherine couldn't believe a woman this incredible would have any interest in her. She felt a presence moving behind her and realized it was Sherri. Catherine purred as Sherri set her hands upon Catherine's wide-set hips and began leaving wet, sucking kisses on her neck and shoulders.

Sherri whispered into Catherine's ear while the mature woman's tongue moved in unison with the Queen's. "What if I told you that you could belong to something greater, Catherine. You would never have to worry about feeling attractive enough. Forget trying to be pleasing or subservient enough for men. You could have any woman you wanted worshipping you on their knees, slaves to your sick pleasures." Sherri stuck her tongue inside Catherine's ear, causing Catherine to whimper pitifully. For the first time in over five years, Catherine felt dampness forming between her legs. She flowed so strongly that Catherine squeezed her thighs together to prevent the dripping from moving past her thighs. This so-called Queen was doing something to her, something that Catherine still didn't fully understand. All she knew was that she had never wanted anything more in her life than she wanted this.

"What will I have to do?" Catherine asked fearfully.

"Remember when I told you that you have never really been with a woman until you've licked pussy? Just get down on your knees," Sherri recommended. "Kneel and worship your Queen."

Sherri placed her hands on Catherine's shoulders and helped push her down gently yet firmly until Catherine's knees touched the floor. Catherine sat with her lower legs folded beneath her. The stilettos of her black heels pointed behind her with the toe end of the pumps resting on the floor. Sherri grabbed a handful of Catherine's straight black hair and pulled back on it. Catherine cried out as Sherri forced Catherine's head to point up so they could look at each other.

"I recommend you close your eyes for this part," Sherri said wickedly. "It will go much easier for you if you do."

Catherine gulped with apprehension but nodded and did what she was told. The fear she felt became intermixed with her sense of curiosity. They were essentially the same emotion by this point. The last thing Catherine saw before shutting her eyes was the Queen's muscled thighs slowly being revealed as she lifted up her dress. After Catherine's eyelids closed, she experienced what felt like soft, delicate fingers moving across her face. They caressed her cheeks and chin before wrapping themselves tightly around the back of her head. A few seconds later, Catherine felt something brushing against her lips. Catherine fully expected to feel the wrinkled lips of the Queen's vagina on her mouth but instead she felt something stiff and pointed like a man's penis. It seemed like some sort of glistening wet shaft that was resting against her lips. Sherri still gripped Catherine's hair and she pressed down forcefully on Catherine's head to push her mouth down upon the foreign object. Catherine opened her mouth to receive her Queen.

The phallus in Catherine's mouth felt like a large bulbous cock with fine bristles dotting the shaft. The long, thick rod pushed past Catherine's lips to fill her mouth. It had been years since Catherine had performed oral sex on a man, but the act when practiced enough became an instinct that could never truly be forgotten. Catherine's large mouth had been famous around the world for how much she could fit into it. She had once taken the cocks of two Japanese billionaires in her mouth at the same time. 

The tiny bristles on the shaft tickled Catherine's tongue but otherwise the object was mostly similar to a penis. The taste however was entirely different from the fleshy, sweaty flavor of penis. Simply put, this object in her mouth was the sweetest and richest thing Catherine had ever tasted in her life. Catherine moved her mouth up and down the length of the shaft, sucking upon it every time her mouth pulled back on the phallus. Sherri's hand continued pressing down on Catherine's head insistently, encouraging Catherine to take the Queen deeper in her mouth. Catherine obeyed Sherri's urging and took a little more of the Queen's cock in her mouth every time her head bobbed down on it. Catherine didn't know whether this was a flavored dildo or if the Queen was actually a transexual, she just knew that she hadn't done anything this sexually satisfying in decades. Her normally desolate pussy became more and more drenched with desire.

"There you go, Ms. O'Hara," Sherri said encouragingly. She took her hand off Catherine's head, the woman needed no more assistance in pleasuring her Queen any more. "Take it all. Take what is yours. This is what you need. What you deserve."

Catherine put her hands on the Queen's perfect hips and gripped them so she had leverage as she took the Queen's shaft deep into her mouth, pushing and pulling on the Queen's body so her cock could fuck Catherine's mouth. The Queen's shaft tasted so good that Catherine wanted to swallow it; failing that she wanted to gobble it down until it filled her throat. Catherine's gag reflex must have been suspended because she took the entire length of the Queen's phallus without choking once. Catherine's windpipe expanded to accommodate the enormous shaft being thrust down her throat. Drool dripped down the sides of Catherine's mouth to pool between the chins of her neck. Catherine's mouth made sick sucking noises as she ate the Queen's cock. What Catherine assumed were the Queen's soft fingers continued holding Catherine's head tenderly but tightly.

What felt like little droplets of precum squirted out of the end of the shaft right down Catherine's throat. Catherine didn't think anything could taste better than this phallus, but whatever was coming out of it tasted so sweet it made the shaft taste bitter by comparison. Every time she felt a little squirt in her mouth, pleasure coursed through her body like electricity. Catherine had never known a feeling like this. Her loins overflowed with arousal with lines of pleasure dripping down the inside of her thighs while she tried to suck the Queen dry. Catherine could feel her nose poking below the Queen's tummy as she fit all of the Queen in her mouth.

Catherine couldn't take it any more. She had to see what was giving her so much pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked up with a nine-inch shaft buried down her throat. What Catherine saw horrified her. The soft fingers that caressed her face were actually squirming tentacles that sprouted from the sides of the Queen's vagina like the legs of a crab. The shaft inside Catherine's mouth was a huge phallus that grew out of the top of the Queen's vagina where the clitoris should have been. Catherine could see the Queen's vagina up close, but instead of brown wrinkled lips surrounding a pink center it was a gaping maw that had sharp points almost like teeth ringing the inside of it. A greenish-grey slime dripped out of the Queen's genitals like a hungry beast drooling at the sight of dinner.

Catherine's body shook with revulsion and she tried to tear herself away, but the Queen's strong tentacles held her head fast. Her arms fell slack to her sides, unable to assist in any way. Catherine ceased sucking on the Queen so Sherri pushed and pulled on Catherine's hair, forcing her mouth up and down the Queen's phallus. At the same time, the Queen thrust her hips forward to penetrate Catherine's mouth every time Sherri pushed her head down the Queen's cock. The only part of Catherine's body that seemed to still work were her eyes and she could do nothing but watch as her body was violated. 

Despite Catherine's disgust, the Queen's phallus only tasted better and better in her mouth as it slid against Catherine's tongue. The pleasure building inside her pussy only became stronger as well, making her thighs a sogging, sloppy mess. Suddenly, Catherine felt the Queen's body tensing up. Catherine wondered fearfully about what would happen when this monster had her orgasm. The Queen's phallus writhed in Catherine's throat and the tip of the shaft opened wide. A small pod only the size of a pea ejected itself from the end of the Queen's cock directly into Catherine's throat and traveled down into her stomach.

"Now we are one," the Queen said as she ripped her shaft free from Catherine's mouth. Catherine's wails echoed through the room as she felt the most intense orgasm of her life occur multiple times every second. Catherine's ejaculate expelled from her vagina with such force that it sprayed the floor with a loud splashing noise. The experience didn't end there, though. As the pod moved through Catherine's body it changed her mind and body. During the pod's journey Catherine's orgasms continued unabated. The Queen still held her tentacles around Catherine's head, caressing her skin lovingly as Catherine began her transformation. Catherine screamed so loudly and long that her voice cracked and her moans sounded out as a quiet, pathetic whimper. Catherine's come flowed out of her in a stream that eventually slowed to a trickle. The orgasms still rocked her body, but they occurred only every few seconds now. A few errant drips of ejaculate continued to dribble out of her, but she was literally drained of all her come. Catherine's vagina contracted and pushed outward so far it nearly prolapsed as she felt her final dry orgasm. 

Catherine felt the pod moving through her body, passing through her stomach and snaking through her intestines. As the pod brushed against Catherine's bladder, she lost all control of that organ. Catherine gasped as urine flowed out of her in a bright yellow stream that created a puddle of piss and come that soaked her lower legs. Catherine felt her bowels moving next and she strained with exertion to prevent herself from defecating on the floor. Catherine felt her anus opening and closing while sweat poured down her body as she forced her sphincter to clench down tightly. If there weren't two other women standing around her Catherine probably would have just given up and let herself go potty. Thankfully, the urge to shit passed without incident. 

Catherine regained the use of her arms and wrapped them around herself. Catherine rocked back and forth as she felt her body changing. The pod located her uterus and attached itself to Catherine's body permanently. Catherine gasped at the short, sharp pain as the pod became part of body, but then the transformation was complete. 

Catherine's senses became sharper; she seemed to be more sensitive to hearing, taste, smell, and touch. Remarkably, even though Catherine had been drunk, so drunk she had been willing go through with this in the first place she now felt completely sober. If Catherine could have seen her eyes she would have noticed the sentience and humanity leaving them only to be replaced by something alien. Catherine realized she could feel the presence of Sherri and the Queen in the room. Of course she could see them standing in front of her, but in some strange way she could feel them as well. Even from behind a closed door she would be able to point to exactly where they stood in the adjacent room. Catherine could feel others as well, some far away but many who were in this same bar. Catherine felt a group of them coming closer.

"Arise, my daughter," announced the Queen.

Catherine smiled with uncontained glee as she stood up on her feet. She never thought she would be referred to as a daughter again in her life. Her own mother had died tragically young over forty years ago. But in a sense the Queen's pronouncement was accurate. The Queen was far older than Catherine and she had indeed given Catherine a new life. Catherine certainly felt reborn at the moment.

"What have you done to me?" Catherine asked.

"We assimilated you into the Hive," Sherri said as she handed Catherine a warm, dry towel that had been sitting on a shelf. "You don't mind, do you?"

Catherine dried her body off with the towel. Besides the sweat that covered Catherine's body, her inner thighs were drenched with her come. Catherine wiped herself around her crotch, shins, and knees, cleaning the parts of her that had just been sitting in a puddle of her own urine. "Why would I mind?" Catherine asked. "This feels incredible."

{You have no idea} Catherine jumped as she heard the voice echoing inside her head. It belonged to Sherri, but Catherine had been looking right at the woman and never saw her lips move.

"How did she do that?" Catherine asked the Queen, who stood with a hand on her hip staring dispassionately at the two women. Her phallus poked out from under her dress, leaving the hem lifted up and exposing her sexy legs. 

{She is a Hivesister just like you} Now it was the Queen's voice speaking inside Catherine's head. {You are now one who is many and many who are one.}

Before Catherine could ask another question, she felt the presence of several women outside the room. Catherine turned to see a half-dozen women burst through the door. They were all women that Catherine had watched earlier in the bar but Catherine only overheard the names of a few of them. Yet she knew the women's names implicitly as soon as she looked at them. There was Janet and Ellen with whom she had become acquainted with earlier. Their friend Pamela remained close to them as well. The kinky young redhead who was named Genevieve was there too along with the older woman Jean and her sexy young Asian partner Yukio. 

While Pamela still wore only her underwear, Catherine was surprised to find the other women fully clothed. While the bar was filled with females who had been Initiated or Assimilated into the Hive, there were many who left who had yet to be converted. Some measure of modesty had to remain lest the potential new members be scared away before they could be ensnared.

Catherine realized that she could sense all of the women except Pamela. That woman did not seem to be like the rest of them. She must not have been successfully assimilated by the Queen yet. The earlier attempt had been aborted once it was learned that Pamela hadn't fully absorbed Janet and Ellen's Essence yet. The Queen's pod would have done nothing productive, seeking the traces of Essence inside Pamela and attempting to combine with the Essence rather than attaching itself to Pamela's body. If the pod did not assimilate its host soon enough it would dissolve, so women had to be free of the Essence for a certain number of hours before assimilation would work. 

It was too bad they had to stop in the middle of the ritual. Pamela had been in love with the Queen's cock. Ellen and Janet had to physically restrain Pamela to keep her from continuing to try and gobble the Queen's phallus. They finally had to hold her down and get her off with their fingers and tongues to make Pamela calm down. The Queen could only release so many pods per day and they couldn't waste a single one with the Hive still bearing such insignificant numbers. Pamela would have her chance again, though she had clearly shown issues with patience. She kept glancing at the Queen's crotch, wondering when she might have the Queen's delicious member penetrating her mouth again.

Even though she hadn't been assimilated, Pamela seemed to be under the influence of some sort of hypnosis as she remained under the thrall of Janet and Ellen. Catherine's knowledge of the Hive was still scant, but she believed the control Janet and Ellen exerted over Pamela had something to do with the substance she had seen leaking from Ellen's pussy earlier. Catherine noticed Janet and Ellen both had their hands on Pamela's ass, fondling her buttocks in their hands while Pamela smiled dumbly at them. Catherine's Hivesisters sent their greetings and congratulations psionically instead of speaking them aloud.

{Welcome to the Hive!} Jean sent.

{You are where you belong now} sent Yukio. {Here with us for all of time}

{Hey there, sexy.} Janet and Ellen sent in unison.

{Get ready for the best night of your entire fucking life} sent Genevieve.

Sherri sent a message to all of the gathered women. {Ladies, let's give Catherine a proper welcome to the Hive}

The women circled around Catherine and began to surround her. As they moved in closer and pawed at her naked flesh, Catherine whispered, "Oh my God." Jean, Janet, and Ellen would not normally be considered conventionally attractive the way Genevieve and Yukio were. Jean was a frumpy middle-aged lesbian while Janet looked like a girl pretending to be a boy and Ellen like a boy pretending to be a girl. But right now, as they grasped Catherine's breasts, thighs, ass, and pussy they were the most beautiful things Catherine had ever seen.

"Oh my Goddess would be more accurate," Sherri said snarkily as she nodded toward the Queen. The Queen still stood watching with a hand on her hip, acting as a passive observer to these activities. Her phallus had recessed far back into her womb until it only appeared as an abnormally large clitoris. The Queen pulled her dress back down and smoothed the wrinkles that had formed in it. Even fully clothed, she still was the sexiest woman Catherine had ever seen.

As Janet and Ellen moved closer to share Catherine's breasts with each other Pamela followed behind them like an eager puppy dog worried they were being left out of something awesome. Janet noticed her 'straight' friend tagging along behind her and glared back at her. "Once you are among the assimilated you will be allowed to have stand with us," Janet told her friend. "But until then you are nothing but our fucktoy."




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Sherri's Story



This is part of the third act of Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers that focuses on the character Sherri. I recommend you read Acts One and Two as well as the Intro to Act Three before beginning this story. If you haven't read the parts focusing on Cassandra and Anna yet, don't worry. Their stories all occur simultaneously to Sherri's so they may be read in any order. Once again, I have provided a cast of characters to help readers get up to speed if they haven't read this series in a while. Enjoy the story!

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Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers: Act Three (Sherri's Story)

Setting: Boston, Present Day

Cast of Characters:

Sherri: Cassandra's roommate and best friend. They have been friends since grade school and are as close as sisters. Sherri has a mixed racial heritage, with skin colored a light caramel tone. She has dark brown eyes and short, black hair that sticks out in all directions like an afro in its infancy, though her hair looks more ragged than bushy. Sherri works part time in a lesbian dive bar at nights and at a hair salon during the day. She barely earns enough money to help with rent. Sherri has been an out and proud lesbian for over ten years. She normally never hits on straight women, but seemingly overnight her entire personality has changed. Sherri now seduces heterosexual women and turns them into pussy-hungry lesbians. Sherri has harbored a secret crush on Cassandra for years, and her proudest accomplishment thus far has been providing the formerly straight Cassandra with her first lesbian experience. Sherri's claim to fame is being the first to be assimilated into the Hive by the Queen and is the most loyal member of this strange lesbian cult.

Cassandra: The protagonist of this series is a young professional in her late twenties. Cassandra has pale skin along with long brunette hair and brown eyes. She has a handsome face and a skinny, desirable body though she has always felt self-conscious about how small her breasts are in proportion to the rest of her. Cassandra doesn't fit the mainstream definition of attractive or sexy but there is something about her that both males and females find alluring. Cassandra works as a copy editor at a fashion magazine run by Catherine O'Hara. Cassandra fell under the sway of the Pussy Snatchers after resisting longer and harder than any of the other women that were converted. The Hive, which includes Cassandra's boss and coworkers helped entrap her and led her to being mind controlled by her friend Sherri. Under Sherri's influence, Cassandra is made to have sex first with Sherri and then with Cassandra's younger sister Anna. Sherri delivers the sisters to a mansion deep in the country wilderness where the Hive has its secret lair. Cassandra tries her hardest to resist again, but becomes filled with lust at the sight of the Hive's Queen. She has sex with the Queen and this act of copulation causes her to be assimilated into the Hive. Cassandra's mind and body belong to the Hive now. The Hive is a collection of women who have had their minds altered by the Queen to do her bidding. The process of Cassandra's assimilation is more involved than what her fellow Hivesisters experienced, having had sex with the Queen multiple times rather than just once. This has done something odd to Cassandra, something that makes her different from the others. She doesn't understand it yet, but she is changing. Becoming something more than human.

The Queen: An extraterrestrial being of extraordinary power. Though her body is not human, she identifies as a female. Her true form is unknown because she is a shapeshifter who appears to humans as a middle-aged woman with dark hair. Her body is absolutely flawless, with perfectly geometric curves calculated to stimulate the most desire in humans and enough flesh on her breasts, thighs, and buttocks to appear shapely but not overweight. Her face and skin has not a single blemish or imperfection. Through sex, she releases a pod that embeds itself in her partner's bodies. The pod that the Queen produces bends the minds of women to her will and connects their consciousness to an overall hive mind. The assimilated women generate their own imitation of the Queen's otherworldly allure called the Essence. It is this dangerously addictive secretion that lures unsuspecting women into the clutches of the Hive. The Queen's goals are currently unknown, but she has been assimilating every woman she can get her "hands" on and her only clear aims are for expansion.

Day Eight

Sherri slammed on the brakes as she encountered the tail end of a traffic jam leading into the city of Boston. If she were smart, she would have left hours earlier to beat the morning rush. But no, she just had to have sex with Pamela, Ellen, and Janet one last time. Still worth it, Sherri thought as she recalled the tongues of each woman inside all three of her orifices at the same time. 

Janet and Ellen's marriage had been transformed into something radically new by the Hive. They slept with women outside their marriage constantly, but in some deference to their marital vows they would only have sex with a third if their spouse was also present. Sleeping with one of them was basically a package deal, and the Hivesisters had taken to jokingly referring to a night spent with the two wives the 'Jellen' treatment.

Pamela was a different matter. Unlike the two of them, Janet and Ellen's close friend had been straight to begin with until becoming seduced by the call of the Hive. She ended up being a fantastic addition to the group; her long tongue made her very popular amongst the Hivesisters and her oral skills were always in high demand. Even among the most skilled practitioners of cunnilingis in probably the entire world, Pamela stood out due to her flexibility and enthusiasm.

An intriguing complication had come up a few days after Pamela's assimilation. The formerly straight woman had a husband she had not seen for a few days. She had left him bullshit excuse after bullshit excuse while she remained living in debauchery in the mansion of the Hive. Pamela had been so distracted by her pleasure and newfound love of women's bodies that her cycle had been completely thrown off. After nearly a week at the mansion, Pamela made the stunning realization that her period was several days late. A quick pregnancy test later and it was officially confirmed that Pamela would be having a baby. 

It wasn't even a question of whether she would keep it. She had never desired to have children before but now she couldn't wait to give birth to the very first human Hivedaughter. Pamela would be an honored and famous member of the Hive for the rest of her existence. In her old life she would never have conceived that she could hold a title with as much importance as Hivemother. 

The Hivesisters were very curious what effect Pamela's assimilation would have on her child's gestation and birth. The Queen was rather coy about it when asked, but she did say that no matter the gender of the child prior to Pamela's conversion it would definitely become a girl. 

One of the Essence's few weaknesses was that it only influenced girls who had completely developed through puberty, creating a definite age limit for who could be assimilated into the Hive. But what would happen with a girl born to an assimilated? Sherri didn't think the Queen knew exactly, she was actually rather unknowledgeable of human customs and anatomy. A few members of the Hive who had been scientists and researchers ordered for more pregnant women to be kidnapped and turned so that further experimentation could be conducted. They were already planning control groups and ways to measure the effect differing quantities of Essence had on pregnant woman. 

Pamela was going to become even more popular once her breasts and belly swelled. Every woman in the Hive would want a chance to make love to a pregnant woman and brag that they had slept with the first Hivemother. Pamela's daughter would likely be the most spoiled and pampered child in human history; every Hivesister already thought of themselves as the girl's mother.

Now my mind is really beginning to wander, Sherri thought. Her elbow leaned against the window with the side of her head resting in her hand as she waited impatiently. After not moving for over a minute she went ahead and threw the transmission lever forward so the car was in park. I'm so goddamn bored, Sherri thought. Nothing exciting has ever happened to her in a car. As Sherri waited to enter the city a nervous feeling grew in the pit of her stomach again. Though she would do absolutely anything for the Hive, this wasn't exactly what she had signed up for. There had to be dozens of women more qualified than her, but for some reason the Queen trusted Sherri the most. Just her luck. 

Making sure none of the cars stuck in traffic beside her were spying on her first, Sherri opened the glove compartment so it was slightly ajar and peered inside. A black case containing a capped syringe was the most prominent item and Sherri shuddered as her gaze fell upon it. She hoped it wouldn't come to that. One milliliter of the drug would tranquilize, two milliliters would paralyze, and five would cause death within minutes. Definitely not what Sherri had signed up for. She pulled the glove compartment open a bit further and saw the barrel of the gun she had also been given. Before a few hours ago, Sherri had never even fired a weapon in her life. One of the Hive members who used to be in the National Guard helpfully explained to her how to use the pistol but Sherri still didn't trust herself to handle a firearm. Sherri slammed the compartment shut so she wouldn't have to look at it any more. As nervous as she felt, she couldn't help feeling a slight twinge of excitement as she embarked on the most dangerous task she had ever undertaken.

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Captain Skern threw open the door to the questioning room. Detective Smith sat with his feet propped up on the only desk as he read a newspaper. He lowered the pages at the sound of someone entering and his eyes opened with shock when he noticed his superior. "Sir!" Smith exclaimed. "You shouldn't be here!"

The Captain looked through the glass window at the woman sitting in the next room. The interrogation room contained only a table and two chairs. The prisoner was not even allowed the luxury of a glass of water. The window was double paned so the person being questioned couldn't see through to the other side. The smug look on the prisoner's face told Thomas Skern that she was completely aware that she was being watched.

"I'm going in. I'm talking to her," the Captain growled.

Smith replied, "I can definitely understand your concern sir, but this is way too personal for you. We already have detectives assigned to the case. It would be completely inappropriate for you to be involved. Go home. You should be with Sharon right now."

The Captain glared at his detective. "You understand my 'concern', Smith? That freak in there kidnapped and raped my wife!" Skern bellowed. "Plus, she knows more than she is telling. She's hiding something. I can feel it."

"How do you mean?" Smith inquired. 

"You remember those reports that came down from New York about random kidnapping and multiple disappearances of women?" asked Skern. "I believe this case is related."

Smith began to scoff, but stopped himself when he felt the Captain's withering gaze upon him. "Listen, sir. Lord knows I'm used to your hunches being right, but I think that is a stretch. It's a sad truth, but women disappear every single day. Just because there's been a lot more reported in the last week doesn't mean there's some large, overarching conspiracy. Correlation does not imply causation, and yada yada yada..."

"But it fits all of the reports we've seen so far," Skern rationalized. "Sharon was missing for over 24 hours before I found her being molested in the backseat of the perpetrator's car. Those women in New York were missing for a day or two before turning up again, the ones that turned up at all."

Smith thought it better not to mention that Sharon's 'molestation' was her licking another woman between the legs while Sharon fucked her with her fingers. Also best to forget that Captain Skern had to be dragged away by four officers to prevent him from beating his wife's kidnapper to death. The Captain seemed more angered by the embarrassment and humiliation of the ordeal than any trauma his wife had endured. 

"We have rather flimsy evidence to detain the suspect with as it is, sir. Your wife refuses to press charges, and there has not been any indication that their... er... encounter wasn't-" Smith coughed nervously. "Um, consensual."

"There is no way Sharon would do that to me," Skern said. "Embarrass me in such a humiliating way? It was rape." The Captain pointed at the woman sitting calmly inside the room next door. "She doesn't leave until I say so. And I am going in to talk to her and there is no way you will stop me. That is an order, detective."

Smith swallowed but didn't say anything to contradict his superior. Captain's Skern's combative and generally abusive attitude would have been unbearable if he weren't an exemplary police officer. Nine commendations in his storied career, and still only forty years-old. Most policemen retire without being awarded once. 

Smith nodded his head and said, "As you say, sir."

"Has she tried contacting anyone yet?" the Captain inquired.

"No, sir. No friends, no family. Not even a lawyer."

"Good. Smith?"

"Yes, sir?"

"No microphones, and no cameras while I'm in there."

This was definitely against protocol, but Smith wouldn't dare refuse an order from a legend like the Captain. That would be a quick way to lose his cushy desk position and be back walking the beat in the middle of winter. He simply nodded in agreeance. 

Skern reserved a final glare for his unhelpful subordinate before opening the side door and walking into the interrogation room. His perpetually annoyed expression turned to fury as he gazed upon the woman sitting inside. It was bad enough that he had caught his wife being unfaithful to him with another woman, but he might have felt somewhat better about it if it had actually been with someone attractive rather than this female sitting before him. The criminal had a short, brown butch haircut and an overweight figure. She wore thick black-rimmed glasses and had on dark jeans and a t-shirt. Clothes Skern would expect a man to wear. The sleeves of her shirt barely covered tattoos that swirled around her forearms. Skern couldn't make out what the design was meant to represent but he certainly did not care enough to ask. The woman's thick eyeglasses covered deep, piercing light-green pupils on a face that Skern would kindly compare to that of a bulldog. She seems like the epitome of a stereotypical butch lesbian, Skern thought. Of all the people that Sharon would cheat on him with. If she really wanted to be with someone who looked like a man, Skern was all the man she would ever need. 

"Good morning, Ms. Clark," Skern greeted with as much cordiality as he could muster. "Candace." She didn't reply to Skern's greeting, just smiled. The grin that formed on Candace's face made Skern want to beat her senseless. "What is your business in Boston? Your license says you are from New York City."

"Oh, you know," Candace answered nonchalantly. "Just sightseeing. I've never been to Boston before, believe it or not. Your town has such... beautiful attractions." Candace winked at Skern, which heated his blood from a simmer to a boil.

"You do realize the mess of shit you are in, don't you?" Skern asked. "So quit with the fucking joking, you freak. I've got you on kidnapping, first degree sexual assault, assault of an office of the peace. You name it. I could bring up a dozen more charges if I wanted to."

"I'm not worried," Candace replied. She could feel one of her sisters coming closer. She wasn't near enough yet that their minds could link, but Candace knew she was coming for her. She had been making a beeline straight to the city since early this morning.

Skern slammed his hand down on the table hard enough to make it rattle. "You fucking should be worried!" he yelled. 

An inquisitive look came over Candace's face. "Hey, I recognize you now," Candace said with realization forming in her voice. "You were there when I was arrested. The one with the hot temper. You must be the asshole husband Sharon told me about."

Skern pointed his finger at Candace. "Don't you dare say her fucking name," he said coldly.

"Looks like the asshole husband is an asshole cop too," Candace chided. She had already been caught and didn't even care if she picked a fight.

Skern's eyes narrowed as he seethed at Candace. He hated these fucking dykes almost as much as he hated faggots. These gays were unnatural, a perversion that tainted this God-blessed country. Lesbos should be forced to suck and fuck as much cock as it took until they were set right, Skern thought. This so-called tolerance for deviant behaviors was destroying America. 

Skern fingered the pistol in his holster and said casually, "You had better watch your mouth or I'm going to make you suck on this gun barrel and hope to God I don't pull the trigger. That's if I don't stick it up your cunt and put a bullet through your insides."

"Ugh, talk about a dirty mouth," Candace said with disgust on her face. "Don't be jealous just because I can satisfy your woman better than you ever cou-"

Candace cried out in pain as Skern suddenly backhanded her across the face with all the strength he could muster. Detective Smith stood up in the viewing room when he saw his boss fly off the handle, but decided to sit back down and go back to reading his paper. He knew he couldn't interfere unless it looked like Captain Skern might actually kill the prisoner. 

Candace wiped away a trickle of blood dripping out of the side of her mouth. A handprint reddened the right side of her face. "You- you can't do that," Candace said. "It's not legal, that's police brutality."

"We're just getting started," Skern said. He pointed at the camera hanging from the ceiling in the corner of the room next to the door. "You see that camera? That red light at the bottom of it? It should be solid instead of blinking." Candace looked at Skern worriedly. He put his hands together and cracked his knuckles. "Now where were we?"

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Sherri pulled her car into a loading zone outside of the police substation in south Boston. She could feel her sister inside there somewhere. She was in pain, someone was hurting her. Sherri almost thought she could taste the blood in her mouth and her jaw felt a phantom soreness. Just after Sherri turned the keys out of the ignition she noticed a sign saying that visitors needed to park at the garage a block away. Would not end up being much of a rescue if she got a parking ticket or her car was towed. Sherri sighed at the raindrops forming little circles on her windshield. In her rush to leave she had neglected to pack an umbrella. The rain fell in a slight drizzle at the moment but the forecast called for showers off and on for the rest of the day. Sherri cursed to herself as she restarted the car and pulled the transmission back to the 'drive' position. As she drove the two hundred feet to the parking garage Sherri recalled the events that led up to this.

(Flashback: Yesterday Evening)

Sherri had been summoned from her bed late at night by the Queen. Surprisingly, Sherri had actually been asleep. The three women sharing her bed had exhausted her entirely. Sherri was already weary from the orgy earlier in the evening that all the Hivesisters in the mansion had attended. Sherri knew she didn't feel as tired after physical exertion as she used to since her transformation, but she still had limits. She had lost count of how many times she had come in the last day, let alone the last week. Every day it was something completely different with someone completely new. Sherri was living a life she had always wanted, a life filled with nothing but pleasure.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Sherri's Story



A voice in her head had awoken her with a sending {Your Queen desires your presence immediately}

The other women beneath the blankets with their naked bodies pressed against Sherri hadn't stirred. The sending had been meant only for her. One of the women sleeping with Sherri was a full Hivesister, but the other two were merely Initiated. If Initiated women were not scheduled for assimilation by the Queen within the next day or two they essentially acted as servants at the mansion. They cooked, they cleaned, they performed yard work in the nude. Of course, their bodies were always available for the use of any Hivesister who desired them. 

Sherri tried to remember the name of her fellow Hivesister lying naked next to her. I think her name is Rayne, thought Sherri. Or is it spelled Rain? Fuck if I know, I'd ask her if she was awake. Sherri and her new companion had hit it off at the orgy and decided to have a fun little after party. They selected two Initiates to join them who had formerly been freshman sorority girls at their college. 

The girls were stereotypically pretty the way all popular sorority girls were to the point that they almost looked bland. Sherri didn't really care though; the girls looked good naked and were ready to do anything to please her. That was more than good enough to make up for a lack of any interesting personality. Sherri and Rayne (Rain?) staged a roleplaying session where Sherri and her companion acted as sorority members hazing new entrants by forcing them to put out for the older sisters at the greek house. It had been unbelievably fun making girls whose only previous interests had likely just been getting drunk and sleeping with frat boys to lick Rayne and Sherri's cunts and then play with each other while Sherri and Rayne watched and got each other off. Fun, but very exhausting after such a long and debauched weekend.

Sherri stumbled out of bed and didn't even bother donning underwear or a robe before leaving her room. One of the teenage girls stirred as Sherri pulled part of the blanket along with her when she rolled over, but other than a faint snore she heard none of her companions make a sound as she left. Sherri walked through darkened hallways to the Queen's master chamber and tapped the large, ornate door to the Queen's room using a brass knocker in the shape of a bird. After a half-moment, a woman wearing a robe with a hood that covered her face above the mouth swung the door open on her side and beckoned for Sherri to enter. 

Sherri walked in and found the Queen in conference with a few more of the robed women. The hooded and cloaked women formed the Queen's inner circle; they never strayed far from her side and their only purpose seemed to be acting as the Queen's personal servants. Sherri didn't know what they did to qualify for this service. She would have loved spending her life serving the Queen's every need, but Sherri didn't think her servants even had sex with her and that was all that really interested Sherri. Really though, other than the first sexual encounter that was part of the assimilation process Sherri didn't think the Queen had sex with anyone else in the Hive. Except for Cassandra, of course. 

Sherri still didn't know what to think of the Queen and her relationship with Sherri's best friend. She couldn't help feeling somewhat jealous. Sherri had been the first to be assimilated into the Hive; the Queen had even referred to her as First Amongst my Daughters. But Cassandra seemed to fall into the Queen's good graces effortlessly until she became even closer to the Queen than Sherri was. It didn't help the situation that Sherri had practically been in love with Cassandra for years. After nearly two decades of pining Sherri had finally converted Cassandra to lesbianism but ironically she spent most of her time having sex with the Queen instead of with Sherri. Really, Sherri was jealous of both of them when she thought about it. 

Cassandra seemed different ever since she had been with the Queen. She still acted like the same old Cassie, though the straight woman Sherri had known her whole life now loved sticking her fingers and tongue into other women's orifices. She behaved just like good old Cass, quick with a quip or snarky comment and still possessing an innate friendliness and good nature that always made everyone around her happier. She overall was still an introverted and shy person, though that personality trait had just endeared her to Sherri even more. Cassandra truly had no idea what a beautiful and lovely person she was. Yet the way she carried herself seemed different now; more confident and sure of herself than she had ever been. Actually, she reminded Sherri a lot of the Queen, who could dominate a room even when sitting quietly in her chair. Sherri vowed she would get to the bottom of what exactly the Queen and Cassandra were doing together. Though she was part of the Hive's collective, her emotions and identity still remained though her mind had been enslaved to the Queen's will. It wouldn't be a betrayal to investigate a mystery directly related to the Hive's operation. She knew they had sex every single day, but what exactly happened behind the Queen's closed doors had been blocked from Sherri's psychic probings. She didn't even know it was possible to do that. 

The Queen's room was unusually quiet for this time of night. Normally when Sherri visited, she would see both Anna and Genevieve breaking in a new girl. When she wasn't busy assimilating, the Queen enjoyed watching Cassandra's younger sister Anna and the feisty redhead Genevieve turning a woman into the Hive's plaything. The Hive's official dominatrices were so good they could ensnare and enslave a woman to their will before the taste of Essence even touched their captive's lips and bound her to the collective. Most times Sherri visited, there would be women waiting in line to see the Queen. The supplicants would usually fool around with each other while waiting their turns to speak with her. Sherri didn't think the Queen ever slept, so she had callers at all times of night. This evening however, the room was empty save for four cloaked servants including the one who had opened the door for Sherri.

"You called, my liege?" Sherri asked as she approached her ruler.

The Queen rested her hand on Sherri's cheek. Sherri couldn't help shuddering at the Queen's delicate touch. It felt like a surge of electricity coursing through her body. Sherri nuzzled her cheek against the Queen's palm.

"First among my servants," the Queen said warmly with a small smile on her face. "I have a task for you to undertake."

"Anything for the Hive," Sherri assented fervently. "I am yours to command, majesty."

"One of your sisters has been captured," the Queen explained. "She is being held at a jail within the city you refer to as Boston. I'm asking you to do everything in your power to free her from imprisonment."

"What, you want me to orchestrate a jailbreak!" Sherri exclaimed incredulously. "I love you majesty, but you have got the wrong woman for this job."

The Queen sighed. "I'm afraid very few of the women in the Hive will be qualified for what I require of them," the Queen said regretfully. "That is simply the truth. But it is at times when we face adversity that we must rise above our station. Know that I trust you more than any other to complete this task."

"Why don't you have Cassandra do it?" Sherri snapped as she pulled herself away from the Queen's caress. "She's your little pet now, isn't she?" Sherri regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.

The Queen looked at Sherri with annoyance. "Your purpose is to obey, not to question," the Queen said coldly and firmly. "Cassandra Dworkin has her own task, also fraught with peril and equally important to yours. I do not play favorites."

Sherri looked down in shame. "I'm sorry, my Queen," Sherri said apologetically. "Forgive me. I forgot myself." 

"Look up, Sherri Lawson," the Queen commanded. 

Sherri raised her head and looked into the hypnotic beauty of the Queen's purple eyes. Unlike the rest of the Hive, the Queen's gaze did have sentience behind it. Her eyes looked impossibly old and wise, but also sad and somewhat weary. 

On a dime, the Queen's look changed to be more warm and inviting. "You are still my first, and I will always love you for it," said the Queen. "Your fire is one of the things I admire most about you. Just be sure your emotions are directed toward what is best for the Hive."

Sherri grinned. "Yes, my Queen. Can I make it up to you, majesty?" Sherri laid her hands over her breasts and fondled them suggestively. She had lost all sense of modesty, Sherri didn't even think twice about walking around naked in front of several others any more. "Do you want this body? It is all yours, you know. Every part of it belongs to you. You can do whatever you want to me. Punish me for my insolence."

The Queen replied, "I must save my energy, my sweet darling. I added twenty new sisters to our family today, the most so far. Tomorrow I will try twenty-five more."

The Queen laid a hand on Sherri's cheek again. Sherri sighed at the elation she felt from the Queen's touch. When the Queen ran her thumb over Sherri's jawline, Sherri kissed the Queen's hand. Sherri had become aroused by the mere touch of the Queen's fingers. 

{If it is release you desire then I can certainly arrange assistance for you} the Queen sent. 

The Queen must have communicated privately with one of her servants. One of the robed women walked over to Sherri, sat down on her knees, and pushed Sherri's thighs apart. Sherri couldn't understand how the Queen did it; Sherri still had difficulty sending a message to one woman, let alone to multiple. The Queen told her daughters that sending and returning would eventually become as natural as breathing but Sherri wasn't yet that skilled at it. 

The Sherri's eyes popped out of her head as the woman began licking her pussy with admirable fervor. The Queen had ordered her servant to get Sherri off and she was going to do her absolute best to accomplish her Queen's task. Sherri didn't really think it was necessary to come again tonight, but now that the Queen's servant had started it was not as if Sherri was going to tell her to stop. The woman still wore her hood, though Sherri could make out the lower half of her face even in the dim light. She was a woman of color like Sherri, but her hair was long and bright like it was almost dyed blonde and she looked around twenty years older than her. She seemed vaguely familiar to Sherri, but she didn't have a clear enough view of the woman's face to recognize her.

"You only have a few hours before you must leave on this difficult task," the Queen said. 

Okay, Sherri thought, I guess we are just going to have this conversation the same time this woman eats me. She laid a hand on top of the woman's hood and held her to Sherri's pussy to let the woman know that Sherri enjoyed what her tongue was doing. The Queen's servant was doing it right, extending her tongue all the way and running the flat of it right up Sherri's slit before starting at the bottom again. 

"What am I supposed to do when I get there?" Sherri asked worriedly. She felt her attendant's hand running up the inside of her thigh. A quiet moan escaped from Sherri's lips as she felt the robed woman's fingers penetrating her vagina along with the woman's tongue.

The Queen admitted, "I'm not sure. I don't entirely comprehend the laws of this world. We have yet to add any arbitrators or judges to our cause; that lack must be remedied soon. The Hive is still far too weak for any type of frontal assault. We must rely on deception and subterfuge until we grow stronger. With your link, you will be able to locate Candace and can communicate with her without revealing your intentions to her captors. Then you must do everything in your power to free her."

"What if I can't do it?" Sherri croaked. The woman had moved one of her hands back around Sherri's hip and Sherri assumed she was just going to grasp Sherri's bottom. Instead she moved Sherri's asscheek to the side and slid her finger into Sherri's anus. Sherri's asshole had become remarkably loose after all the exercise it had endured over the last week and the woman's finger easily penetrated down to the knuckle inside Sherri's rectum. Apparently this woman was going to use every trick in her book to make Sherri come.

The Queen motioned to one of her other servants who walked forward bearing a small black plastic case she had kept hidden within her robe. The servant opened a latch on the side of the case to reveal a gray foam backing protecting a syringe and a small vial of light green fluid.

"Try as hard as you can to free her," the Queen said. "But if the obstacles are insurmountable you can take care of her using this. The full dose of this drug will terminate her life within minutes."

Sherri stared in openmouthed shock at the needle. She couldn't believe it was this easy for the Queen to sacrifice one of her daughters. Were they all this expendable?

"What, are you worried about her talking?" Sherri asked uncertainly as her body writhed. Oh fuck, that's good, Sherri thought. The woman below her fingered both her holes and licked her at the same time. It wouldn't be long now until Sherri exploded all over her.

The Queen shook her head. "She would never reveal anything of the Hive," the Queen said. "Candace would rather die first. But in the pursuit of the truth about our family, she will be made to suffer. I see pain and death in her future, and her future is linked with yours. I would like to avoid that fate if at all possible. Use this only as a last resort."

Sherri tried to hold her reserve around the Queen but her attendant's fingers and tongue had driven her to the edge. She cried out with a high-pitched whinny as pleasure exploded in and out of her. She had been drained of Essence so many times in the last few days that she hadn't yet refilled. A mere trickle of her grayish-green come leaked out of her pussy. The woman underneath her held her mouth open right beneath Sherri's pussy so that Sherri's slimy ejaculate dripped right onto her hanging tongue. Sherri heaved with her lower torso as she tried to squeeze as much Essence out of her body as she came. Sherri gasped as another spurt of thick, creamy ejaculate squirted into the servant's mouth. After swallowing Sherri's come, the woman brought her mouth up to clean Sherri's vagina with her tongue before scooting away. No hug, no kiss, no cuddling. Just get me off as ordered, swallow my come, and then we're done, Sherri thought. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.

Now that Sherri's needs had been attended to, they could continue. Sherri's body shook and she breathed heavily as the robed servant holding the black case snapped it shut and handed it to her. Sherri took it hesitantly and held it snug between her upper arm and her side below the armpit. Evolution had not seen fit to grant the human form with natural pockets.

"Will I be able to see my friends before I go?" Sherri asked.

The Queen shook her head. "There is no time. They must be briefed on their missions as well and you have many preparations to undertake before you depart. You can send your farewells then."

Sherri sighed but assented, "Okay." Sherri looked down at her state of undress. "I suppose I should put some clothes on before I leave." 

Sherri turned to leave but she heard the robed woman who had just been licking her speak up. The servant wiped Sherri's fluids and her own saliva off her mouth with the back of her hand. It was the first time Sherri had heard one of the Queen's servants speak. Sherri still couldn't shake the feeling that she knew her from somewhere. 

"Sherri, you might want this," the woman said. "Just in case." 

The robed woman held something dark and metallic out to her. She bore a 9mm pistol with her hand holding the barrel pointing down at the floor while she extended the handle toward Sherri. 

Sherri took the gun in her hand. It was heavier than she'd expected. She said quietly, "I've never fired a gun before."

"You had better practice before you leave," the servant said. Sherri did not like the way the cloaked woman grinned at her. "Like I said. Just in case."

(Present Day)

Sherri hadn't slept another wink that night. She had never been to Boston before so she spent her time on a computer in one of the many studies at the mansion looking at maps, weather forecasts, locations of police stations, highway and byway routes. After a few hours of this, her head was swimming. How would she ever remember it all? Yeah, she had a smartphone but if she's being chased is she really going to be able to whip out Google Maps? Sherri would have to rely heavily on her link with the captured Hivesister to locate her and orchestrate the escape. 

Sherri sought the only Hivesister she knew of who had any weapons training. The former National Guard member took her to a field behind the mansion and gave her a quick lesson in target practice. Lights from the mansion provided barely enough illumination for the training session. Sherri still couldn't quite handle the recoil of the weapon firing and her accuracy was shit, but at least she was reasonably sure she wouldn't put a bullet in her foot by accident. She had to admit experiencing a strange feeling of power when she held a firearm in her hands, but she feared that power all the same. Sherri would have been just fine going through her life having never fired a gun once.

Sherri stood glumly in line at the check-in desk in the lobby of the police station. She shivered in her rain-soaked clothing. Just dark blue jeans and a light grey jacket covering a black shirt for her today. Nothing fancy. The rain had changed from sprinkles to showers as Sherri walked from the parking garage to the police station because of course it had. The front lobby was a hum of activity, with officers in uniform and plainclothes scurrying about as the day began. Sherri figured she would be first in line due to the earliness of the morning but she was sorely mistaken. Sherri left her weapon in the car, knowing that obviously there would be a metal detector and security check-in at the entrance. The cheap cup of gas station coffee she had purchased was not doing it for her at all and she had to struggle through her intense sleepiness and boredom as she waited. 

Sherri had given the woman gracious enough to suffer training someone as ignorant as her a little lick and tickle as a reward for helping her. When she came inside afterward she stumbled upon Janet, Ellen, and Pamela making love together on one of the couches in the lounge. So of course they had invited Sherri to join them, and of course Sherri had agreed to. By the time she finished having sex with each of them the sun was rising and Sherri realized with dismay that Anna and Cassandra had already departed on their own missions. She hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye. 

Sherri had been given less than half an hour to shower, brush her teeth, and get dressed. The shower felt particularly lonely, it was the first time Sherri had washed herself without another naked woman assisting her for over three days. Before Sherri finished getting ready, the Queen's servants threw a set of car keys at her and practically pushed her out the door. Sherri had to work her way down a long row of cars to find the one the keys fit in. 

Sherri tapped her foot nervously as she waited her turn in line. Finally, after an interminable amount of time she reached the front and announced to the guard sitting at the desk that she was here to visit a prisoner. She had to sign her name on a check-in sheet before continuing. It made Sherri a little bit nervous to be signing her real name, but if she wrote a fake name and was asked to show her driver's license the entire operation would be shot before it could even be implemented. 




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Sherri's Story



After checking in, a receptionist in an inner office directed Sherri to a small waiting room. Sherri tried awkwardly to flirt with the pretty, young receptionist but she was all business. She called for the next person in line without even giving Sherri the time of day. There was only one other person in the waiting room with Sherri. She was a pretty, middle-aged woman with long, straight brown hair. She looked a little worse for the wear, her clothes were dirty and rumpled like she hadn't changed in a few days and her hair looked dirty and tangled. She didn't even notice when Sherri walked in. The woman's body shook and she rocked back and forth as she murmured quietly to herself. She almost looked like a junkie dying for a fix. Though she couldn't quite explain it, Sherri felt like she already had some sort of connection with this woman. She really was quite pretty; If she weren't so strung out and wild looking Sherri definitely would have started flirting with her by now. Sherri couldn't help noticing the wedding band surrounding the finger on her left hand.

Sherri could feel her Hivesister closer to her now that she had ventured toward the rear of the building. She must not want to talk right now though, she wasn't returning any of Sherri's sendings. At least the pain had ceased as near as Sherri could tell. Maybe Sherri's damsel in distress was licking her wounds at the moment. 

Having no idea how long she would have to wait, Sherri grabbed a magazine from a nearby bin and sat down on one of the felt-padded chairs with wooden armrests. The room didn't even have a TV in it. The periodical she read was an issue of Southern Living, a magazine Sherri had never read before. Her only other choices were Time or People magazine so she chose the most reasonably entertaining of the three options. Sherri read the entire magazine front to back and realized that she still hadn't been called. She had to have been sitting there for nearly two hours. How irritating.

Sherri sighed deeply with impatience and the other woman finally noticed she wasn't alone after having shared the room with Sherri for hours. Sherri smiled at the stranger and said, "Good morning! Or is it afternoon already? Feels like I've been sitting here forever."

The woman sat silently for a moment and then confessed, "I'm not really sure any more." 

The woman seemed to have it together enough that Sherri no longer suspected she was a drug addict. The woman just seemed tired and sort of sad. "So how are you today?" Sherri asked, trying to make some sort of light conversation. 

The woman laughed softly and said, "I've been better, I think. But I guess I shouldn't complain."

Sherri held her hand out to the other woman and introduced herself. "I'm Sherri."

The woman eyed Sherri's hand suspiciously for a few seconds before taking it. "Sharon." Her grip lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary before releasing Sherri's hand.

Sharon seemed distracted, so Sherri paged through her second magazine of the morning. It was a celebrity gossip rag, and though she enjoyed some of the pictures of hot female celebrities Sherri was irritated by the vapid content of the magazine. She did have to laugh when she read a story about all of Taylor Swift's confirmed and rumored boyfriends. There were going to be quite different rumors about Taylor in these pages soon, Sherri thought. Occasionally she looked up from her magazine to peer at Sharon. She appeared to be on the wrong side of her thirties, maybe nine or ten years older than Sherri if she had to guess. Looking at the shellshocked look in Sharon's eyes got to Sherri after a while and she had to look away and go back to reading her magazine. She was used to others being disturbed by the look in her eyes, not the other way around.

"Excuse me, Sherri?" Sherri looked up from the magazine to see Sharon had moved a few seats closer to her though there was still a chair between them. "I'm sorry to bother you again."

"It's no bother," Sherri said as she set the magazine aside. "What can I do for you?"

"I just need someone to talk to," Sharon admitted. Sherri was surprised at the desperation she heard in Sharon's voice. "I haven't talked to someone who wasn't a police officer since yesterday. This is all wrong. The whole damn thing is wrong."

"What happened?" Sherri asked.

"I don't know exactly," Sharon slowly said after a moment of thought. "Something strange. Something wonderful. I met someone yesterday who... She showed me things. Things I never thought I could experience, never thought I could ever feel." The fervor in Sharon's voice was amazing as she spoke. "She made me do it... At first I was resistant but then all of a sudden I had never wanted anything more in my life. It was never a question for me. It wasn't rape." 

Sharon's face fell to her hands. "It wasn't rape," she reiterated as she began weeping. "But they are still going to hurt her and take her away from me."

Sherri had to hold her jaw firm to prevent her mouth from dropping open in shock. No wonder she felt a connection to Sharon; she had been recently Initiated. Sharon likely had not been fed in nearly a day though. Soon she would be starving for Essence. Sharon would first begin to feel thirstier than she'd ever felt in her life. Then she would become ill as if she were famished but couldn't be sated by any amount of food. Eventually the lack of Essence caused an Initiated woman to go into shock, then succumb to a coma, and then suffer death. Human authorities who had managed to reclaim a few Initiated women before they could be taken to the Queen had been shocked by the rapid deterioration of the survivors. They died in less than three days after their last taste of Essence, succumbing to unconsciousness before they could breath a word of their scant knowledge of the Hive. Tasting the come of a Hivesister was only a temporary remedy to this malady. The only cure was to submit to the Queen and let yourself be assimilated by the Hive. That was how the Queen ensured control over those still unsworn to the Hive. 

Sherri opened her mouth and was about to reveal her true nature to Sharon when a man in a suit and tie threw the door open and stepped into the waiting room. He surveyed the room as if he expected danger in every corner. Sherri supposed he would be considered ruggedly handsome, but he looked like a block of muscled machismo to her. 

The man walked over to Sharon and shook her shoulder as he demanded, "Why do you refuse to press charges, Sharon? After what she did to you!"

"I don't want to press charges, Tom," Sharon begged. "Please don't make me."

Evidently this was Sharon's husband. He seemed like a lovely person. Tom grabbed Sharon by her wrist and said menacingly, "You at least need to make a statement for the record. We can't process her or do anything until you do. Come with me." He held his grip tightly around Sharon's wrist and pulled her to her feet so roughly that it looked like he was trying to pull her arm out of its socket.

"Please, Tom," Sharon pleaded. "You're hurting me." 

"Stop being such a bitch about this and maybe I wouldn't have to," her husband grumbled. 

Sherri felt furious at the way Sharon's husband treated her. My God, what an unbelievable asshole, Sherri thought. She stood up prepared to tell him off when the door to the waiting room opened first. A female police officer in full uniform poked her head in. She tipped her hat to this Tom and said, "They are ready for you, Captain Skern." She nodded to Sharon as well. "Mrs. Skern."

"Come on," Tom said as he practically dragged his wife behind him. "Let's get this over with."

Sherri got a better look at the policewoman's face as the officer held the door open for Sharon and her husband. Sherri felt her heart skip a beat when she realized she knew her. Suddenly, it seemed like all the jigsaw pieces to this puzzle she had been trying and failing to solve fit neatly into place. Sherri knew now exactly how she could accomplish her escape plan.

The police officer began to leave when Sherri walked up behind her. Sherri tapped the policewoman on the shoulder. "Oh, Brandy," Sherri called in her sing-songy voice.

The officer turned around with surprise. "Sherri!" she exclaimed. Brandy pulled Sherri into a bear of a hug. "What are you doing here? You look fantastic by the way!"

"Oh, thanks," Sherri said bashfully as she hugged Brandy back. "You look very... imposing in your uniform." Sherri pulled away and held Brandy's solid arms as she looked her friend over.

Brandy puffed out her chest which made her already generous bosom show even more prominently through her uniform. Both women laughed uncontrollably until they doubled over and laid hands on each other for support. Brandy hadn't seen any of the old crew in forever. It felt great to see someone she knew well enough that she could actually act like herself around. She had become painfully used to acting stoic and emotionless all the time while working.

"Really, why are you here?" Brandy asked after she recovered.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that," Sherri said as she adjusted Brandy's collar for her. "But first, how are you?" 

"Oh, you know, just living life," Brandy said with a wave of her hand. "Catching bad guys and all." 

She had always been rather nonchalant about being one of most badass police officers, male or female, that the upper East Coast had ever seen. She had won tournaments as a black belt in Tae Kwon Doe and had won multiple contests for accuracy at the police shooting range back in NYC. Damn, this is who I should have had teaching me how to shoot, Sherri thought.

"How about you?" Brandy asked. "Do you still work at the bar?"

Brandy was an attractive blonde-haired, blue eyed woman close to Sherri's age. Brandy had medium-length hair that she had tied into braids and hid beneath her cap. Underneath Brandy's bulky uniform Sherri knew there was a stocky, muscular physique with some of the strongest and most tell-toned legs that had ever been wrapped around Sherri's body. Even after all this time Sherri could still remember perfectly how Brandy looked underneath her clothes. She should certainly be able to recall considering she had seen Brandy naked more times than she could count. 

Brandy had been a regular customer at Curvy back when she still worked for the NYPD. She practically lived there when she was off-duty. The NYPD had been accepting of her sexual orientation as long as it didn't affect her work and she didn't rub her male coworker's faces in it. So she acted completely straight and narrow on the job but once she got to her favorite bar she allowed herself to cut loose and act completely wild with other beautiful women.

When Sherri first started tending bar at Curvy two years ago, Brandy had been her go-to hookup during her short breaks. Fifteen minutes every four hours didn't leave much time for anything. What a joke. Sherri didn't have to do any more than snap her fingers to convince Brandy to follow her to the bathroom. They would always take the restroom stall on the farthest end closest to the wall. Brandy would lick and finger Sherri as the bartender sat on the edge of the toilet lid. They would finish just in time to share a quick cigarette outside before Sherri had to get back to work. Sherri had such little time that to have a bathroom break she would sometimes have to pee before or after their little dalliances with Brandy still in the stall with her. Brandy had never been brave enough to allow Sherri to use her urine in a more creative fashion, but Brandy certainly enjoyed watching Sherri piss up close. A couple times, she even helped wipe Sherri clean after she was finished urinating. 

If their favorite stall was already occupied by lesbians enjoying their own tryst, Sherri invoked her employee privileges by forcing them to find another place to hook up or requiring them to join in on the fun. God, how the hell did we fit four women in those tiny stalls, Sherri wondered. But they had done it, and had their tongues and hands all over each other's bodies in a contest to try and make everyone come before Sherri's break ended. That was the golden age at Curvy; it hadn't been quite the same since Brandy left. Just not as much fun without Brandy's bright smile, her game for anything attitude and her wild antics. That is, not as much fun until it became the unofficial hangout spot for the Hive in Manhattan.

Brandy started a pretty serious relationship with a woman she knew through work employed at the district attorney's office in New York City. She went to Curvy less and less since her girlfriend didn't drink and Sherri eventually had to find new girls to hook up with at work. Finally, Brandy moved to Boston about a year ago when her partner got a new job there. From what Sherri heard through mutual friends, the relationship hadn't worked out but Brandy liked Boston so much that she decided to stay. Sherri felt guilty that she hadn't really tried to contact Brandy or find out how she was doing during the time they had been apart. But she knew that wasn't the type of thing that bothered Brandy, she could never hold a grudge. Their friendship picked right up where they left it as if it were only a day they were apart rather than a year. 

While stuck in traffic, Sherri had idly wondered if she might run into Brandy while she was in Boston. She couldn't believe her luck that her old friend worked in the exact same police station that Sherri had been tasked with infiltrating. Sherri would use Brandy unrepentantly and if she played her cards right the Hive might soon be able to add a member of law enforcement to its growing ranks.

"I'm doing pretty well," Sherri answered of Brandy's question. "And yes, I'm still working at Curvy. We miss you though. It hasn't been the same since you left." Hasn't been the same since a week ago either, Sherri thought.

"I know," Brandy sighed. "We had some good times, didn't we?" Brandy said this with a wink. "I really should get up to NYC some weekend when I'm off-duty and visit the bar for old time's sake."

"Yeah, that would be fantastic. I know lots of new patrons who would just love to meet you." Sherri returned the wink. "Your reputation precedes you." 

"Ha ha, I'm sure," Brandy laughed. "I guess my exploits there were pretty legendary." 

Sherri wondered if Brandy was referring to the night when Margie threw a private birthday party for her girlfriend Carly and rented out the entire bar. Sherri had been feeding Brandy free drinks all night and she drank until she was completely destroyed. Brandy did a striptease for all the partiers while they cheered and threw dollar bills at her. After she had removed all her clothes, Brandy laid naked on top of the bar and declared that everyone in the bar could do whatever they wanted to her body. The private birthday party had become a private sex party. 

Sherri closed the window blinds lest anyone outside get a free show. Fortunately, they had a bouncer outside the entrance ensuring that no one got in without an invitation. Nearly everyone took a turn sitting on Brandy's face while several women stood in a line waiting to lick and finger her pussy. Sherri had even taken a ride. Sherri poured shots of tequila down Brandy's throat before pouring liquor on Brandy's chest and stomach for women to slurp off her body prior to fucking her. Brandy normally didn't enjoy having her ass played with, but she had said they could do anything they wanted to her. Plus she was terribly drunk which made her even more willing. There was an unspoken contest over who could fit the most inside Brandy's ass. While they couldn't squeeze an entire fist inside, one woman did manage to fit four fingers in Brandy's butt. Brandy's constant moaning was muffled by the women sitting over her mouth. 

Margie had the bright idea to have the birthday girl join Brandy. Carly stripped down and laid alongside Brandy. The two made out and fondled each other's breasts while two lines formed with women waiting patiently to eat their pussies. Sherri serviced both women at the same time, licking Carly while she fingerbanged Brandy and then switching between women. Sherri wondered if Brandy remembered how many women she had sex with that night. Then again, Sherri would be shocked if Brandy remembered anything at all about that night. 

"So how exactly can I help you?" asked Brandy. 

"Actually, I'm here to see someone," Sherri said. "She's... well, to be honest she's here because she's been arrested."

Brandy let surprise show on her face for a mere instant before she said, "Oh. I see. Girlfriend of yours?"

"Just a friend, no 'girl' in front of it," Sherri replied. "I was wondering if you could get me in to see her. Privately. Not like one of those visits where we have to talk through a pane of glass."

"Sorry Sherri," said Brandy with a shake of her head. "But we are not allowed to do that. Regulations and procedures, you know."

"Please?" Sherri pleaded. "Just this one time. As a favor for me." Sherri caressed Brandy's muscled arm. "It would mean a lot to me."

Brandy sighed. She sometimes hated how suggestible she became when it was a pretty lady doing the asking. "What's her name?" she finally asked. 

Sherri stared blankly for a short moment. Had the Queen ever said her full name? Then she heard a voice speak inside her head. {Candace Clark}

"Candace," Sherri answered. "Candace Clark."

Brandy bit her lip. How did she know it would be that one? "I don't think you can see her," Brandy said. "She is in big big trouble."

"For what?" Sherri asked. "From what I heard, the worst thing she did was have sex with someone of the same gender in a parked car. Big deal. It's the twenty-first century."

"Did you see that guy that was just in here?" Brandy said with exasperation. Sherri just did not fucking get it. "Tom Skern is a police captain and it was his wife Candace was diddling."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah, kind of a big deal. Especially considering how Captain Skern is practically worshipped around here," said Brandy with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Sherri asked with an eyebrow raised. "Tell me about him."

"Well first of all, he is a living legend," Brandy started explaining. "When he was only a detective, he had the highest arrest rate for investigated crimes by a single officer in the city's history. Basically, the model cop. Of course, he's also racist, sexist, and a complete brute but that never seems to come up during his yearly evaluation."

"So you're saying he got what was coming to him," Sherri stated.

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that," Brandy said with a half-smirk. "I'm just saying that you have to understand who you're dealing with here."

"So can you let me see Candace or not?" Sherri pleaded. "I promise I won't ask another favor ever again."

"Oh, I highly doubt that." Brandy sighed with resignation. "Well, follow me. We need to make this quick."

Brandy used her scancard to unlock doors to areas the public normally had no access to. As Brandy led Sherri to the room containing the holding cells she looked back and said, "You know, I wouldn't normally do something like this. But Candace hasn't talked to anyone since being incarcerated. No friends, no family. Not even a lawyer. I just want to make sure she can exercise her rights."

"Uh huh," Sherri said unconvinced. Sure it was for exactly that reason, Sherri thought. Not because you remember how well I use my tongue or how delicious I taste. Sherri stared at Brandy's bottom as Brandy walked in front of her. Even the bulky police uniform with a utility belt holding over a dozen items couldn't hide how well-toned Brandy's ass was. Her bottom had just the perfect amount of fat on it and Sherri gritted her teeth as she watched its wiggle when Brandy walked.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Sherri's Story



Brandy opened a final door using a key she kept on a huge keyring attached to her belt that had a couple dozen other keys on it. Sherri followed Brandy through the heavy steel door to the holding area. Sherri could tell from her link that they were extremely close to reaching Candace. The link had been growing stronger the deeper that Sherri ventured inside the station.

It must have been a slow weekend in Boston because there was only one prisoner currently being held in the large cell that looked like it could hold a dozen. Sherri supposed they must keep the male arrestees in a separate area. Sherri looked up nervously at a security camera which by now had surely captured her face on video in the fullest detail. No time to worry about that right now. There was a single young guard on duty and Brandy told him to take a break. Apparently she was used to having her orders followed, because the guard left immediately. If he noticed Sherri at all he gave no sign.

Sherri walked over to the holding cell and looked through the bars. A middle-aged woman with a butch haircut looked straight at her. She had sensed her coming. Candace sat up from her cot and walked to the steel bars that sealed her.

"I've been waiting for you," Candace said.

"I know," Sherri said.

"You have exactly two minutes!" Brandy called from the other side of the room. She stood with her back turned, not wanting to interrupt the small sliver of privacy that was all the women had.

{Why did we have to meet face to face?} Candace sent to Sherri. {Why couldn't we speak like this from half a mile away?}

{You know why} Sherri returned. The image of a needle point flashed through their shared minds.

Candace nodded her head. She spoke out loud to avoid drawing Brandy's suspicion if they stayed silent for too long. Candace whispered, "I thought it might come to this."

Sherri fished around in her jacket pocket for the syringe. She had taken it out of its case before walking to the station and stored it carefully in an inner pocket of her jacket. A latched plastic cap at the top of the syringe was all that separated the deadly poison from Sherri's flesh. While she had to walk through a metal detector and was padded down lazily, the security at the front door check-in didn't even look in her pockets. Just in case she was searched, there was medical information labeled on the syringe indicating that it was an injection of insulin for treating diabetes.

"I don't want to do this," Sherri whispered. "Believe you me." She unlatched the cap from the syringe and turned her body slightly to obscure the needle from Brandy's view in case the policewoman turned around for any reason.

"It's okay," Candace answered. She patted Sherri's hand through the bars. "I'm willing to die for the Hive, if need be. I'm not afraid."

Candace could say that all she wanted but her emotions were shared with Sherri through their link. Sherri could feel her fear as if it were own. Maybe it was actually her own fear Sherri felt. Sherri shook her head in denial and felt sadness welling up inside her. 

"I don't think I can do it," Sherri admitted. "I can't kill a woman."

"One tiny prick of the skin is all it will take," Candace reassured her. "Then this can be all over."

Sherri stared down at the needle and then looked up to Candace. Candace's sad, luminous green eyes stabbed Sherri like daggers in her heart. She barely knew this woman, but Sherri was certain that if Candace died a part of Sherri would as well. 

"No," Sherri stated simply. "There has to be another way."

"Two minutes!" Brandy yelled. "Wrap it up!"

Sherri fitted the cap back onto the syringe and dropped it into her pocket. She laid her hand over Candace's and squeezed it. "I will be back for you," Sherri said. "I swear it."

Candace squeezed Sherri's hand back and smiled. "I know you will," she replied. "But be careful. I have an idea of what you are doing. My well-being is not worth exposing the Hive or damaging its interests."

"We will see you free," Sherri said with conviction. "See you tonight."

"That's enough," Brandy said as she walked to the cell and put her arm between Candace and Sherri. "I'm in enough trouble as it is if I get caught. If someone sees this security footage, I'm going to be reprimanded or worse. It's time for us to go, Sherri."

Candace and Sherri gave each other's hands one more squeeze before loosening their grip on each other. Sherri followed Brandy out of the room. She looked back a final time at Candace gripping the bars of her jail cell. Candace looked forlorn and resigned to her fate. I will free her, Sherri thought. Whatever it takes.

Sherri followed Brandy into an empty hallway and told her, "Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me."

Brandy looked back and smiled. "It was no problem," Brandy replied. "Well, kind of a problem. But us girls got to look out for each other, am I right?" She turned back to looked ahead as she traversed the hallway.

"You are totally right," Sherri answered as she quietly creeped up behind Brandy. The hallway was totally deserted at the moment and no security cameras were visible anywhere on the ceiling. There would never be a better chance than right now. Sherri quickened her pace to rush behind Brandy and wrap her arms around her chest from behind. Before the policewoman could react, Sherri tightened her arms around Brandy and left kisses from her neck up to the side of her face.

"Sherri!" Brandy cried incredulously. "What are you-"

"Shut your slut mouth until I tell you that you can use it again," Sherri said with her most commanding tone. Brandy clamped her mouth shut. She made a weak attempt to break out of Sherri's grip but ceased struggling when Sherri refused to relent her hold upon her. Brandy would have cracked open the skull of any man who spoke to her in such a way, but for some reason when a domineering woman did it to her it made Brandy weak in the knees and loins.

"I am going to walk to my car," Sherri said. "It is parked in the garage one block north of here on the second level. A grey 2005 Ford Taurus with New York plates. You will follow five minutes behind me. I will be waiting in the backseat. Do you understand?"

Sherri squeezed Brandy's large breasts through her bulky uniform and bit the side of her neck. Brandy squealed as she felt Sherri's teeth digging into the skin of her neck and nodded her head in assent.

"Good. Oh, you might consider putting your hair up in a ponytail," Sherri suggested. "I'm going to need something on you to grip while I move your mouth and down my pussy." 

Brandy's body shook and she moaned in her throat. If Sherri remembered Brandy at all, she was likely so aroused already that her panties were soaked all the way through. Sherri had never met anyone who could get so wet without actually coming. This was almost too easy.

Sherri squeezed Brandy's breasts one more time before releasing her. She couldn't wait to feel Brandy's tits without so many layers covering them. Brandy turned and looked at Sherri with her mouth open in shock. A mixture of fear, apprehension, and desire showed in her eyes. It looked like she couldn't believe what was happening to her right now, and also that she couldn't believe how much she liked it. Sherri slapped Brandy on the ass as hard as she could. The padding of her bottom produced the most wonderful smacking noise. Brandy grunted in pain but Sherri could tell by the way Brandy's eyes lit up that she enjoyed it.

Sherri squeezed Brandy's bottom possessively and said, "See you soon, slut."

Sherri swung her hips back and forth as she walked away so that Brandy could get a good view of her ass. Brandy had forgotten how much she loved the wiggle of Sherri's bottom that seemed just slightly larger in proportion to the rest of her body. She couldn't help but remember being on her knees in the bathroom stall at Curvy with Sherri sitting on the toilet lid and straddling the tank so her ass was on the edge of the rim. Brandy used Sherri's butt as the point of comparison for all other women's bottoms. They could be almost as good, but never better. 

With Sherri's thick, fleshy ass presented to her in the bathroom stall, Brandy would place her face right between Sherri's buttocks and lick everywhere Sherri told her to. Back in the present, Brandy shifted her body uncomfortably as she felt wetness leaking through her underwear to drip down the inside of her thighs. Oh God, this is really happening, Brandy thought. Sherri had the submissive who masqueraded as an authority figure at her day job right where she wanted her.

Sherri lounged in the backseat of her car waiting for Brandy to show. She leaned against the handle of the door of on the driver side with her arms crossed behind her head while her legs were laid flat on the upholstery. Sherri glanced at her cell phone. Four minutes since she had left the police station. Brandy should be in here in less than a minute. Sherri leaned forward as she noticed a blond woman in a policeman's uniform walking up the ramp to her car through the passenger side window. What a surprise, Sherri thought with amusement. 

"Sherri?" asked Brandy's voice from outside the car. She hadn't quite located the Taurus yet.

"In here," Sherri called.

Brandy opened the car door and climbed into the backseat. She still wore her police uniform and cap, but as requested she had pulled her hair into a ponytail that hung down her back. Brandy closed the door behind her and sat on the floor as she looked at Sherri lying on the cushioned backseat. There was such little room in here, but the custom tinted windows at least afforded them some privacy. Brandy knew this was crazy, she was still on-duty right now. But her fetish for domineering women would never allow her to disobey a direct order. Brandy turned off the two-way radio connecting her to Dispatch using a knob on her lapel mic.

Sherri had already removed her pants and underwear prior to Brandy's arrival. Her lower body was covered by a blanket that she threw aside as soon as Brandy had closed the car door. Sherri spread her thighs so that Brandy could obtain a very revealing view of Sherri's pussy between her legs. It looked just as delectable as Brandy remembered. A ring of well-trimmed pubic hair surrounded brown, puffy lips that drooped over a bright pink opening. The glistening wetness of her slit looked enticing and delicious.

"Oh my God," Brandy said as she leaned forward. 

Since Brandy broke up with her girlfriend a few months ago, she focused more on work picking up extra shifts whenever possible. With a lack of any free time, Brandy hadn't started seriously dating again yet and had only hooked up with a woman once since her breakup. It had been over a month since she had slept with a woman and she was starving for pussy. Brandy's face was close enough to Sherri's crotch that she could smell her distinctly. The scent of Sherri's pussy smelled as sweet and powerful as ever. God, I need her so badly, Brandy thought. As she leaned forward Brandy felt something poking her side. She realized it was her handgun and holster. Brandy removed her gun and its holder and set them on the floor.

"Wouldn't want those going off accidentally," Brandy said with a chuckle.

"Oh, I definitely won't be going off accidentally," Sherri said with amusement. "Bring that sexy tongue over here. I sure have missed it."

Brandy climbed onto the backseat, got on all fours, and leaned forward so her tongue rested inches from Sherri's pussy. Sherri wondered if this was going to awaken a new fetish in her as she looked at the uniformed cop preparing to eat her pussy. She looked so sexy in her policewoman's cap. Brandy brushed her fingertips delicately against Sherri's labia and felt Sherri's wet arousal seeping from her vagina. It felt thicker, more substantial than Brandy had ever encountered before in a woman. Brandy dipped two of her fingertips inside of Sherri's pussy and it felt like her vagina sucked Brandy's digits deeper inside. Warmth and wetness surrounded Brandy's fingers inside of Sherri's tight hole. 

"Oh my God," Brandy whispered. Nothing felt better than the initial touch. Sherri's soft moans only made the feeling stronger.

Brandy moved her fingers in and out of Sherri until she made Sherri throw her head back and groan. Sherri's hypersensitive body felt pleasure from the merest touch of a woman. Having someone finger her like this was a far more intense experience since Sherri had joined the Hive. Brandy would soon learn what true pleasure was once she became like Sherri and her sisters. 

Brandy pulled her finger out of Sherri and looked down at her hand. The discharge of Sherri's vagina looked thick and creamy on Brandy's fingers and was so sticky that a line of it connected Brandy's hand to Sherri's crotch. Brandy's mouth watered at the sight.

"Taste it," Sherri commanded.

Brandy brought her fingers to her mouth and moaned as the sweet flavor hit her tongue. The taste made sugar seem bitter. Brandy licked and sucked on her fingers trying to ingest every last vestige of Sherri's glorious flavor. Brandy's mind felt thick and muddled. She knew something was wrong with her, but she also knew that surrendering to that wrongness would be the most pleasurable thing she ever did. Her mind told her the only truth worth knowing; that she would never feel truly alive unless she could taste that same sweet flavor again. 

Sherri spread her legs further apart until her insides were exposed and beckoned with her finger, "Brandy, why don't you bring that tongue over here and taste directly from the source?"

Brandy's confused mind had lost the capacity for speech. The only abilities her mind allowed her body to retain were those related to obtaining more Essence. She made a low guttural sound in her throat and moved her mouth closer to Sherri's genitals. The contrast of colors between Sherri's light brown skin, her short, spindly black pubic hair, her dark brown labia, and the pink skin inside of her vagina looked beautiful. As Brandy spread Sherri's pussy lips apart with her fingers, a trickle of Essence spurted out of Sherri's pussyhole and dripped down her vagina. Brandy moaned and licked her lips at the sight. She didn't think she had ever wanted anyone as badly as she wanted Sherri right now. Brandy felt her pants once again becoming drenched by her arousal. 

Sherri grabbed the base of Brandy's ponytail and used it to guide Brandy's mouth to her crotch. Brandy stuck out her tongue and began to lick Sherri's pussy, sucking the dribble of Essence into her mouth and smacking her lips with pleasure. Sherri used her control of Brandy's head to move her mouth up and down Sherri's crotch to her liking.

Sherri tried to keep her volume under control as Brandy munched on her pussy. Brandy was doing an excellent job of reminding Sherri why Brandy had always been one of her favorite pussylickers. Brandy attacked Sherri's clitoris with her teeth and tongue, trying to bring Sherri to orgasm quickly so she could release more of her delicious come. Brandy stuck a finger into Sherri's pussy just below her tongue, and then a finger from her other hand forced its way into Sherri's anus. Sherri yelped in surprise and delight at this intrusion. Brandy was so desperate for Essence that she would try anything to make Sherri ejaculate. Sherri made high pitch squealing sounds in her throat as she tried to keep from wailing while Brandy's tongue and fingers milked the Essence from Sherri's vagina.

Sherri threw her head back and screamed as Essence burst from her into Brandy's open mouth. The first powerful squirt of Essence exploded out of Sherri and hit Brandy clean in the face, but the rest of her come dripped out of her down to the seat cushion. If Brandy didn't hurry the Essence would be completely wasted. Brandy quickly removed her fingers from Sherri and opened wide with her mouth placed under Sherri's dripping pussy. Brandy swallowed every drip of Sherri's Essence hungrily. Sherri grunted as she came over and over into Brandy's mouth; she was surprised by both the amount of come and the length of her orgasm. When Sherri finished ejaculating, Brandy licked the remaining Essence off her labia and slurped the errant traces of it out of Sherri's vagina with obscenely loud sucking noises.

It looked so hot seeing a policewoman in uniform and wearing her cap with her lips attached to Sherri's pussy. It gave Sherri a strange sense of power to know someone who normally wielded such authority had submitted to her and placed their mouth on Sherri's wet cunt. Sherri pulled back on Brandy's ponytail to get the policewoman off her pussy. Brandy didn't want to leave yet and her mouth sucked on Sherri's labia, pulling it with her for a few inches before her lips detached from Sherri's body. Sherri was certain Brandy would continue licking her all day if she wasn't stopped, and though that sounded amazing Sherri did have a mission to complete. Creamy Essence surrounded Brandy's mouth and dripped down her chin after her mouth moved reluctantly from Sherri's pussy.

"You look so pretty with my come all over your face," Sherri said sweetly. "It makes you look like the pussyloving slut you really are." Brandy smiled blankly back at her. 

"Oh yeah," Sherri remarked. "I sometimes forget how much the first taste of Essence affects women. I don't know if the human body has trouble absorbing it or what, but it seems to turn you into stupid bimbos with nothing you can do except please other women's pussies. Or maybe that's just the effect I have on you."

Brandy's face just looked confused. Sherri sat up and patted Brandy on the top of her head. Her cap had fallen off as her mouth was removed from Sherri's pussy. "Do you know you are a stupid slut? Yes you are, yes you are," Sherri said like she was talking to a pet as she pinched the cheeks of Brandy's face. "You are a dumb little cuntlicking whore, and you are all mine to play with." 

Brandy's smile only grew wider. She clearly didn't understand anything Sherri was saying. "Do I get to do whatever I want to you now?" Sherri asked. Brandy looked with askance but still nodded her head. "Mmm-hmm, I thought so. Stupid submissive sluts like you will let their owner do anything to them. But what should I do? I don't know if I should make you drink my piss or I'd I should fuck you with your own baton..."

Brandy looked confused again, but just smiled and gave a slight shrug with her shoulders. "That's okay, we will have to wait for another time anyways," Sherri said. She leaned forward and licked some of the Essence off Brandy's face. Brandy stuck her tongue out to lick Sherri back. "Mmm, damn. If I taste that good it's no wonder you wanted to eat me so badly."

After Sherri finished cleaning Brandy's face, she put both hands on Brandy's cheeks and looked deep into her eyes. Sherri saw recognition and realization reforming in Brandy's light blue eyes. "You are part of something great now, Brandy," said Sherri. "You might be hungry the next few days but I promise once you meet the Queen you will never feel hungry again." Sherri stuck her tongue in Brandy's willing mouth and Brandy returned the kiss.

Sherri finally broke the kiss with a loud gasp and said, "I know how much you love acting tough as a cop and then being made some woman's bitch. I can promise you that there will be dozens, if not hundreds of women who you can serve on your knees." Brandy moaned at the promise of Sherri's words. Sherri caressed the side of Brandy's face and stuck her thumb into Brandy's mouth. The newly initiated woman sucked on it. "Whenever you are not serving the Hive as our inside woman enforcement, you will be busy pleasuring all of my Hivesisters." Brandy's eyes looked fierce and intense with lust. It looked like she could almost taste all the delicious Essence-filled pussy already as she moved her mouth up and down Sherri's thumb.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Sherri's Story



"But first, you are going to help me tonight," Sherri said. "We are going to free my friend." Sherri took her thumb out of Brandy's mouth and took ahold of her hand. Sherri moved Brandy's hand to her crotch and let the policewoman feel her pussy again. "If you serve me well, I will let you taste it."

Sherri and Brandy moaned in unison as Brandy's fingers squirmed their way into Sherri's soaking wet cunt. Brandy finally spoke. "I will do anything for you, Mistress."

~~~

Sherri watched the rear entrance of the police station from her car. She had her vehicle parked in the private lot behind the station. Brandy had stolen a parking permit for Sherri to affix to her car so she could leave her vehicle in the parking stall nearest to the station's employee entrance and not have to worry about receiving a parking ticket or any other unwanted police interference. She had the engine running still so she could soak in the heat and run the windshield wipers. Some crappy classic rock station that played Billy Joel twice in the last half hour played on the radio though Sherri no longer paid attention to it. A steady rain fell while the temperature continued to drop. Sherri waited patiently though it was nearly ten minutes later than Brandy said she would appear. 

Brandy had been very helpful this afternoon, though Sherri noticed when her Essence had begun to wear off. Brandy started questioning Sherri's instructions and insisting she wouldn't go along with it. Another dose of Essence and a quick fingerbang later and Brandy was more than happy to do whatever Sherri desired.

Sherri noticed the back door of the station opening finally. Brandy held it open and looked around to make sure no one was watching from outside. It was a door not normally used except by a few employees and could only be accessed if you had a special keycard or if it were opened from the inside. Sherri hurried out of the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, and ran through pouring rainfall to the entrance. The door could only be propped open for thirty seconds before an alarm sounded so there was no time to waste. An overhang covering the area around the entrance shielded her from the rain but still dripped a concentrated amount of rainwater down the side right onto Sherri's hair. She rushed through the propped door and lamented the amount of water soaked into her clothes and body with a flustered and frustrated groan.

"I can get you a towel," Brandy whispered.

"That's okay," replied Sherri as she shivered from the wet and cold. "Let's just get this over with and be done."

"Alright," Brandy said. "Let's get her out."

Brandy turned away and walked to the room they had been in earlier with the holding cell. With luck, she would be back in ten minutes as planned with Candace in tow. On her way to letting Sherri in, Brandy had entered the police station's data room and disconnected the patch to the security camera system. The cameras were still operational but they couldn't record any video to the server and hopefully would prevent Sherri or Brandy from being identified and implicated in the prisoner escape when the recordings were reviewed tomorrow. Brandy was going to try and generate some bogus report about Candace being released due to lack of evidence but she doubted that would be enough to stop Skern. It wasn't the most airtight plan, but Sherri would probably never have a better opportunity to free her. Her arraignment would begin soon now that Skern's wife had filed charges and she would soon be moved to a prison with a higher level of security.

Sherri's plan mostly involved her standing and waiting for Brandy's return. Not exactly the most heroic rescue, but she had at least set things in motion. She hadn't planned on what happened next, though. Sherri heard the sounds of a woman crying echoing from down the hallway. She tried to ignore them at first, but Sherri was incapable of neglecting a woman in need. Sherri followed the sounds of sobbing until she discovered a woman huddled in a corner weeping into her hands. The woman heard Sherri approach and lifted her head to see who it was. It was the Captain's wife. Sharon. The reason that Candace and Sherri were in this mess in the first place. The woman looked at Sherri for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the dim light.

"I know you, don't I?" Sharon said.

"We met earlier," Sherri answered.

"You were the woman in the waiting room, weren't you?" Sharon asked. "You were so nice to me..."

"Sharon, what are you doing sitting on the floor?" replied Sherri.

"Tom told me to stay here until he was done working," Sharon explained. "He said he was investigating some lead with the NYPD at one of the other police stations and then going to the courthouse. I tried walking around once I got bored but just ended up collapsing in this hallway."

"Are you okay, Sharon?" asked Sherri earnestly.

Sharon shook her head sadly and sobbed again. "No, not really."

"What's wrong?" Sherri asked with concern.

Sharon hiccupped a few times as she tried to keep from sobbing again. "They have Candace, and they are going to do horrible things to her. Tom will, anyways. He wants her to hurt. Tom made me press charges and file a statement but it was lies. All lies. The only thing Candace is guilty of is making me feel better than I've ever felt in my entire life."

Sherri leaned in closer to Sharon. She noticed a red spot on Sharon's forehead. "Sharon, does Tom hurt you?"

(Flashback: Fourteen Hours Ago)

Tom and Sharon sat silently in their car parked in a garage in the heart of downtown Boston. Tom felt like doing something nice for Sharon and took her out to her favorite Italian restaurant. She had picked at her lasagna rather than eating it but did chug three glasses of wine and a martini. That's okay though, only $100 down the drain for a meal she hardly ate. Tom gritted his teeth in frustration as they sat in the car. He hadn't started the engine yet, he had been waiting for something to cut through the tension so they could speak again. They hadn't said more than two words to each other at lunchtime. Instead of waiting for the moment to arrive naturally, he cut through to the heart of it.

"Thank you for doing that, Sharon," Tom said. "I know it was difficult having to relive it. I can only imagine what you're going through."

Before lunch, Sharon gave a statement to the Boston PD accusing Candace Clark of sexual assault and detailing the circumstances of her alleged rape. Sharon also formally pressed charges against the woman. She supposed that most of what she said was true in a literal sense, but what actually happened to her violated neither the letter nor the spirit of the law. Sharon had done nothing with Candace she wasn't completely willing to do. She wasn't a homosexual. She couldn't be. But something about Candace drew Sharon to her perilously.

Sharon didn't know how to respond to Tom any more. She simply said, "Okay." 

Tom leaned back against his carseat and said, "Everything is going to be okay. You'll see. We'll get that disgusting homo put behind bars and we can move on. We can put her away without you even needing to testify. Things will be back to normal before you know it. You want to go on a vacation? Let's go to the Bahamas. We haven't been on a vacation in forever."

"You are so-" Sharon started saying before stopping herself.

"What was that?" Tom asked warily.

if she hadn't been drunk, Sharon probably wouldn't have been brave enough to say anything. She took a deep breath and steeled herself before replying. Then Sharon said acidly without any quiver in her voice, "You are so full of shit, Tom."

Tom gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather made a cracking noise in his hand. "What did you say to me, woman?" Tom seethed. 

"I said you are full of shit," Sharon spat. "It wasn't rape like you forced me to say. I wanted to do it with her just as badly as she did with me."

"What are you saying?" Tom asked with barely contained rage. 

"I'm saying that the only thing that felt better than having her tongue on my cunt was when I tasted her for the first time," Sharon said. She knew she was only goading Tom and make him angrier. Doing so was always a bad idea, but she couldn't help herself. "It tasted sweeter than your cum ever did."

Tom stared at Sharon angrily and said, "You are starting to sound just like that dyke. You're not turning into a fag are you?"

"No! Never!" Sharon yelled in protest, though Candace was all she could think about any more.

"I think you had better prove it," Tom said. "Unless you want everyone to start thinking you're a queer." 

Tom reached down and unzipped and unbuttoned the fly to his jeans. Tom pulled his pants and underwear down until his semi-erect penis flopped out of the cotton fabric of his white briefs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sharon hissed. She looked around nervously to make sure no one was watching. 

"Shut up and prove to me you still like cock better than pussy," said Tom. "Don't make me tell your parents, and your sisters, and all your friends that you're a pussylicking pervert."

Sharon stared at Tom with hatred. "You are such a fucking bastard," Sharon said with a weary sigh. 

Tom grinned at Sharon and then suddenly grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down onto his hardening cock. Sharon put her hands on Tom's legs to keep herself from descending all the way to his crotch, but his hand on the top of her head was far too insistent and his arm far too strong.

"Suck my dick, Sharon," said Tom. "Show me how much you still love it. Don't make me have to hit you again."

Tom pushed Sharon's head down until her mouth brushed against his erect cock. She knew there was no escape from this. Previous incidences had only proved that fighting him was worthless and a good way to get hurt. Based on those past experiences Sharon knew that it was best to get it over with as quickly as possible. Sharon opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of Tom's cock before sucking on it.

"There you go," Thomas sighed as he felt Sharon's warm, wet mouth surrounding the tip of his cock. He held his hand over Sharon's head, petting her hair while he pushed her mouth down onto his cock. Sharon's lips and tongue felt so good around Tom's dick that he became fully erect and grew to full length inside her mouth.

Tom's douchiness and perpetual foul mood would make a ton more sense if he had a small penis. Alas, his cock stretched out quite a bit longer than the average. This meant that Sharon rarely gave him blowjobs; she had never really enjoyed performing oral sex and she had trouble fitting his long cock in her mouth. When they were first together Sharon loved having his huge penis deep inside her but she hadn't enjoyed sex with him for years. They hadn't fucked for almost a month, which Tom seemed to want to make up for now.

Sharon briefly considered biting Tom's dick off as she moved her mouth further down his cock. She knew she could never go through with it, though. The thought made her feel squeamish even if she did hate her husband. Sharon withdrew her mouth from Tom's cock with a loud gasp as she struggled for breath. Saliva dripped out of her mouth to the head of Tom's cock. Before she was ready, Tom forced her mouth back down upon his member. Sharon gripped Tom's thighs for leverage and she dug her fingernails into his flesh as her mouth bobbed up and down his cock.

"Stop that, bitch," Tom said as he slapped Sharon's cheek which had Tom's cock poking through it. Sharon loosened her grip on Tom's legs.

Sharon had a tiny mouth and only a few inches of Tom's dick made her gag. Tom pushed her mouth way past what she was comfortable with and made her retch as the tip of his cock ascended into her throat. The most horrible croaking noises came from Sharon's mouth as she choked on Tom's dick. Spittle poured out the sides of Sharon's mouth and tears streaking down her cheeks ruined her makeup. Sharon closed her eyes and allowed him to throatfuck her in the hope that it would all be over soon. Please just let it be quick, Sharon prayed. 

Tom hadn't always been this way. When they first met he had been caring and compassionate. With his handsome face and powerful physique, he swept Sharon right off her feet. They married only six months after they first met. He was a rising star on the Boston police force and it seemed like life was as perfect as could be. But gradually Tom began to change. Sharon didn't know if it was because of the things he had seen as a detective working on violent cases or some deeper corruption he encountered in the criminal justice system. She could see him becoming disillusioned with his job, his marriage, his very existence. He just seemed angry all of the time. It was always the fault of some other, never because of him or people like him. African-Americans, Hispanics, homosexuals, feminists,liberals. They were all to blame in some way for the ills of the world.

The situation only became worse when Sharon discovered that her womb was barren. A child may have helped, though Sharon still wasn't sure if that would have salvaged their broken marriage. She knew that Tom always blamed her for not being able to conceive a child. Their fights began to get louder and nastier finally Tom slapped her while in the midst of an argument. Tom apologized profusely afterward through the tears streaming down his face and he solemnly sweared it would never happen again. But it did. 

More and more frequently, Sharon noticed regret and shame no longer showing in his eyes after he beat her. He was always careful, as meticulous as when he investigated a crime scene. He would only hit Sharon on her back, or chest, or stomach. Places on her body that couldn't be seen. She still slept with him, though she hadn't felt desire for him in years. It was easier to lie still and let him have his way with her than risk another beating. 

She never gave a thought to trying turn Tom in for spousal abuse. He had so many friends in the police department and the courts that her pleas for help would just be shoved under the table. Even worse than that, Sharon started to feel as if everything that happened to her was her own fault and she deserved it. It didn't help that Tom constantly belittled her as being worthless for not being able to have kids or please him in the bedroom. Sharon began feeling grateful that she couldn't bear a child.

Tom grunted and thrust his pelvis upward to shove his cock deeper into Sharon's throat. His strong hand on Sharon's head held her in place as he fucked her mouth. Sharon's choked as she struggled to handle the amount of dick forcing itself inside her. 

"Keep sucking it," Tom moaned. "Show me how much you love the taste of cock."

Actually, Sharon found the taste of Tom's dick disgusting. But she continued to blow him against her better judgement. Sharon sucked him harder and pulled his foreskin into her mouth with her lip's suction. The sooner she could get him to cum, the better. Suddenly she heard Tom's breathing quicken and felt his cock tremble in her mouth. Sharon tried to pull away when she felt Tom's shaft pulsating and pumping but he held her head down while she gagged on his semen exploding in her mouth. It tasted salty and bitter. Toxic. She could feel sperm dripping out of her mouth onto Tom's cock. Sharon allowed it to dribble down her chin; she certainly wasn't going to swallow it.

Tom finally released his grip on Sharon's hair and she pulled herself back up to a sitting position. She wiped saliva and semen off her chin using the back of her hand. She smoothed down her skirt and blouse to eliminate every wrinkle she could find. Always stay focused on the smaller details. It's what Sharon did every time after Tom had sex with her when she didn't wish to. Tom reached over and caressed her cheek with his hand. It took all of Sharon's willpower not to flinch away from his touch and she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth with the effort.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" Tom said. "There's plenty more where that came from. I know you're very confused right now, but after you've had my cock a few more times you will be set right."

Sharon glared at Tom and spoke before she could stop herself. "I'd rather lick Candace's cunt a thousand times than have that thing near me again," Sharon said with a sneer. 

Rage formed on Tom's face and he grabbed the back of Sharon's hair. He slammed her head down onto the dash of the car, not overly rough but enough to leave a mark and make it hurt. Sharon cried out in pain as her head ran into the plastic inset above the glove compartment. Normally Tom went out of his way to not damage her face. Sharon had never seen him so angry. She rubbed her forehead and tried not to weep again.

"I'm not going to make you take that insult back, but you had better watch your mouth from now on," Tom warned. "Oh, and if I ever find you were unfaithful to me again, I swear to God I'll kill you."

(Present Day)

Sharon shrank away from Sherri and cringed. "It's my fault," she wailed. "It's always my fault. He doesn't mean to do it. I'm just a stupid, worthless bitch."

Sherri sat down next to Sharon and wrapped her arms around the damaged woman as she shushed her. "Shhh, sweet baby," Sherri said consolingly. "It's never the victim's fault, Sharon."

Sharon laid her head upon Sherri's shoulder and wept. After crying her pain away for a minute, Sharon looked up at Sherri as she wiped her tears on the sleeve of her blouse . "You're one of them, aren't you?" she inquired. 

Sherri looked at Sharon suspiciously. "What do you mean?" Sherri asked carefully.

"I could tell as soon as I met you this morning," Sharon said. "You're one of them. Like Candace."

There was no point in denying it. "Yes, I am of the Hive," Sherri admitted. "Just as you soon will be."

"What do you mean?"

"You tasted Candace's Essence, which means you are tied to us completely now. You belong to the Hive for as long as you will live."

"I've always wanted something to belong to," Sharon said with a distant look in her eyes. "My life had been empty until I met Candace." She leaned over and kissed Sherri on the mouth. "You have something I need." Sharon reached a hand down the front of Sherri's pants and underwear before Sherri could react and rubbed at the warmth she found within.

Sherri's body flexed upward and her hands clenched as she felt Sharon's fingertips discovering her opening and dipping inside her hole. Sherri hated to say it but she had no choice. "We don't have time, Sharon," said Sherri as she grabbed Sharon's wrist above the waist of her jeans and held it still. "I have to leave soon and can't be delayed. I'm sorry.

"Please," Sharon pleaded as she kissed the ebony skin of Sherri's neck and shoulder. "I need this so badly. You can't understand what this craving is like.

Sharon was technically correct about Sherri's lack of knowledge. Sherri had been assimilated by the Queen before ever tasting Essence and passed over the Initiated phase entirely. She had no idea how bad the thirst for Essence must feel. It must be horrible. If Sharon didn't have a dose of Essence soon she would become very sick. 

Goddamnit, Sherri thought. She sighed heavily. "Well if we must..." Sherri said before trailing off.

Sharon grinned at Sherri's acquiescence. "Thank you so much," Sharon said softly.

"We have to make it fast," said Sherri. "I'm supposed to meet Officer Brandy Clarke here in five minutes, and we are not doing this in the hallway where anyone could walk in and see." Sherri's gaze scanned across the hallway until she saw a sign above a door signifying a private bathroom. "Come with me."

Sherri took ahold of Sharon's hand and pulled Sharon to her feet as she stood up. Sharon giggled as her and Sherri ran together down the hallway to the bathroom. Sharon felt the same way with Sherri as she did with Candace. Free and happy. An altogether rare combination of emotions for her to experience.




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Sherri's Story



Sherri kicked the door to the bathroom open, threw Sharon inside and locked the door shut after she closed it behind her. The bathroom was a simple affair with only a toilet, sink, paper towel dispenser, and a plastic trashcan with a spinning lid. At least it only allowed one user at a time and had a lock so there would be no one to interrupt them. Sharon got down on her knees and waited patiently while Sherri pulled her pants and underwear down to her feet. Sherri plopped herself down on the edge of the toilet seat lid.

"I'm sorry this isn't the classiest of environments," Sherri apologized. She didn't want to admit that she had made love several times in this exact same position while on break from bartending at Curvy.

"I'll take you any way I can get you," Sharon replied as she stared at Sherri's body. Sharon had never seen a woman with ebony colored skin naked before. Her eyes poured over the light brown tone of Sherri's body. Sherri had the same shade of dark tan covering her entire body except where it darkened at the buds of her nipples and the space between her legs. She looked breathtaking.

Sherri spread her thighs apart and stretched her pussy lips open with the fingers of both her hands. One of her thumbs rubbed in a rotational motion against her clitoris. "So is this what you wanted so badly, Sharon?" asked Sherri in her most lustful voice.

The puffy lips of Sherri's labia were a darker shade of brown than any vagina Sharon had ever seen; granted the only ones she was familiar with were Candace's and her own. But the inside of Sherri's pussy had the most pretty and perfect pink color staring out between the darkness of Sherri's labia. Sharon licked her mouth unconsciously at the sight of Sherri's genitals. She didn't answer Sherri's question, words had became meaningless to her now that lust had taken control of her. Instead she crawled on hands and knees over to Sherri until her head was placed between Sherri's legs.

"Make it fast, Sharon," Sherri told Sharon. "Brandy is probably waiting for us already."

Sharon understood Sherri's rush but she wanted to savor this first taste for as long as possible. She laid her hands over Sherri's fleshy thighs and moved her head closer to Sherri's crotch until her mouth was inches away from Sherri's pussy. The smell of Sherri's arousal was aromatic and intoxicating. Sharon breathed it in deeply. She placed her tongue at the bottom of Sherri's slit and moved it agonizingly slow up the middle of Sherri's pussy. Sherri sighed as she felt Sharon's tongue introducing itself to her pussy and Sharon let out her own sigh as she finally got to taste a woman again. Sharon pushed her middle finger inside of Sherri and licked her with as much fervor as she could muster while fingering her simultaneously. The inside of Sherri felt so pleasantly warm and Sharon could feel with her tongue the effect she was having on Sherri in much better detail now. She slurped the leaking fluid from Sherri's vagina loudly and sucked on her pussy lips. What Sharon lacked in experience, she more than made up for in tenacity.

Sherri moaned as Sharon worked her finger deeper inside Sherri's pussy and licked up and down Sherri's slit. The tip of Sharon's tongue wriggled its way inside Sherri's pussy with every lap of her tongue. Sherri placed a hand on the back of Sharon's brown-haired scalp and held her head tighter against Sherri's pussy, forcing her to lick harder and deeper. Sherri and the rest of the Hive owned Sharon's body now and Sharon was more than willing to allow her new owners to use her freely. 

Sherri leaned forward far enough that she could reach a hand over Sharon's back and slap her firmly on the ass. Her bottom felt soft and supple through her grey pencil skirt. Sharon paused her cunnilingus long enough to gasp with pleasure and wiggle her bottom back and forth before feasting upon Sherri again. Sherri continued to be amazed by the effect that Essence could have. Its influence had transformed Sharon from a meek, docile housewife into a wild, pussy craving slut in less than two days' time.

So she likes it a little rough, Sherri thought. She spanked Sharon again, even harder this time. Sharon squealed as pain and pleasure mixed together in her body. Her response to this was to add a second finger to Sherri's pussy and attack Sherri's clitoris with her mouth.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Sherri chanted as Sharon's fingers and mouth stimulated her sensitive sex organs. "Get that pretty mouth of yours ready, I'm about to come."

Sharon had already prepared herself for Sherri's orgasm. Without moving her tongue from Sherri's genitals but after removing her fingers Sharon clamped her mouth over Sherri's pussy and opened her throat. She was so desperate for Essence by now that she desired for Sherri to come right down her gullet. When Sherri's orgasm arrived, Sherri made a muffled shrieking sound in her throat created by her trying to prevent everyone in the police station from being alerted by the wails that Sherri truly wished to make. Rivers of come poured out of Sherri into Sharon's gaping mouth. Sharon let the creamy liquid fill her mouth before gulping it down so she could swallow more. 

Sharon reveled in the acute effects of the Essence. The cravings she felt for the last day, while not entire eliminated, had been curbed for the time being and Sharon's intense hunger disappeared. She had become damp with arousal before eating Sherri's come, but now after tasting Essence she could feel her skirt getting wet from ejaculating so heavily that her come leaked through her panties. She panted, sighed, and moaned with every breath as the taste of Sherri's Essence induced her own orgasm.

Sharon held her mouth open beneath Sherri's pussy so she could catch any errant drips of Sherri's Essence. Sharon looks so damn sexy when she is feeding upon me, Sherri thought. She thought she had been completely drained, so Sherri relaxed her grip upon Sharon's hair and stood up. Gravity sucked the remainder of Sherri's ejaculate down her vaginal canal so that a thick gob of Essence dripped right on top of Sharon's head.

"Oh, shit. Whoops!" Sherri exclaimed. "Sorry. Oh well," she said with a shrug. 

Sherri rubbed the cream into Sharon's hair and laughed at how it made Sharon's hair stick up in odd directions. Sharon didn't seem to mind, she stared up at Sherri and grinned stupidly.

"Oh shit!" Sherri exclaimed. "I forgot this is one of the first times you've tasted Essence. Guess you are going to pretty much worthless for the next few minutes. At least it doesn't seem to last as long as the very first time." 

The human body seemed to have difficulty processing pure straight from the source Essence the first few times that it was ingested and it made the devourer's body practically shut down. Sherri pulled Sharon up to her feet and directed her to the door by leading with her hands grasping Sharon's shoulders. It took extra prodding from Sherri in the form of a spanking to get Sharon moving in the direction Sherri wanted them to go.

Sherri unbolted the lock and opened the door before ushering Sharon into the hallway. Sherri checked to make sure the coast was clear before walking toward the back entrance with Sharon. Brandy had picked the perfect infiltration point for this rescue; hardly any police officers seemed to come back here compared to other areas. 

The dazed housewife would probably have just stood looking around dumbly if Sherri weren't leading her by the hand. Sherri had to pull her along as Sharon drug her feet in her stupor. Sharon's hand felt slick with wetness clasped around Sherri's hand and Sherri realized that she was holding the same fingers that Sharon had inserted inside her. This gave Sherri an idea. She rubbed the palm of her hand against Sharon's fingers and held her hand up to Sharon's nose. Sharon licked her lips and started drooling as she sniffed the Essence covering Sherri's hand. Even in her befuddled state, Sharon's baser senses like taste or smell still functioned purely on instinct. Sherri led Sharon down the hallway using the faint trace of Essence on her hand similar to the way someone would lead a horse with a carrot.

Sherri arrived at the back entryway where Brandy and Candace were already waiting for them. Brandy looked around nervously while Candace projected an air of confidence, normally the opposite dispositions for a guard and her prisoner. Sherri peeked around the corner and got Brandy's attention.

"Pssst," Sherri whispered. "Any trouble?"

"Not really," Brandy answered quietly. "The night watchman is kind of a dumbass, he pretty much just goes along with whatever anyone tells him."

Now that Sherri no longer feared an ambush, she walked around the corner pulling Sharon with her by the arm. Brandy's eyes opened wide when she saw her boss' wife.

"What the hell is Mrs. Skern doing with you?" Brandy hissed.

It was at this moment that Sharon broke out of her trance and the first thing she saw when lucid was Candace free and grinning from ear to ear. 

"Candace!"

"Sharon!"

Sharon ran over to Candace and wrapped her arms tightly around the other woman's back. Candace laughed and lifted Sharon off the floor while spinning a half-turn. Sharon's skirt billowed in the air as she was spun around.

"Oh, now she snaps out of it," Sherri commented sarcastically.

"What's going on with your hair?" Candace asked as she patted the spot on Sharon's scalp where her hair stood straight up. 

"What do you mean?" Sharon asked self-consciously as she felt at her hair. 

Sherri and Candace looked at each other and snickered. They knew exactly what kind unique hair product Sharon wore. "Don't worry about it," Candace said as she drew Sharon in close for a smooch.

Sharon and Candace's embrace kept escalating until the two of them were making out sloppily. Sherri amused herself watching the petite, feminine housewife trying to suck the face off of the large, burly butch. Candace reached down and cupped Sharon's skinny buttocks in her hands while Sharon ran her fingers up and down Candace's bulky frame.

Sharon broke the kiss to ask, "Do you know what I want to do, Candace?"

Candace kissed Sharon on the tip of her tiny nose. "What's that, sweetie?"

Sharon placed her hand on Candace's crotch and said, "I want to fuck you, Candace. Then I want you to change me so that I can be like you and Sherri. Then I want to fuck you again."

"I can't think of anything that would be better," Candace said before initiating the kiss again. 

It almost seemed a crime to stop the two, they were so into each other. It turned out it wasn't that uncommon for Hivesisters to take one another for wives, committing to each other and only having sex outside of marriage for Initiation purposes. Rare, but not uncommon. Sherri had actually attended two impromptu wedding ceremonies at the Hive's mansion already, and despite the crazy amount of sex going on at that place the spouses actually stayed faithful to each other. Maybe Sharon and Candace would be among those that met and fell in love and owed it all to the Hive.

"But she can't go with you," Brandy interjected. "The Captain will go berserk if he comes back and finds his wife missing."

Sharon turned her head and glared at Brandy before her knees weakened and she collapsed onto Candace. Sharon sobbed into Candace's shoulder and clung to her desperately.

"Please let me come with you," Sharon wept. "I can't go back to him. Not after I've experienced what it's like being with you. I won't go back."

Sherri laid a reassuring hand on Sharon's back. "Don't worry Sharon, you can come with us," Sherri said. "I won't let that bastard ever hurt you again. I promise."

Brandy sighed in exasperation but said, "Well, if you are going, then go now."

Sherri held Brandy by her arm and said, "Thank you so much, Brandy. You were an unbelievable help to us. I can't tell you the address of where we are staying for our own safety, but someone will visit you soon and take you to the place where you can meet up with us. Your service to the Hive will be highly rewarded, no doubt."

Brandy's eyes took on a feverish cast as she imagined what type of rewards she could receive from a lesbian sex cult. "I can't wait to join you in the Hive," she said.

"Soon, my friend, soon," Sherri replied. She gave Brandy a farewell kiss and then held the door to the exit open for Sharon and Candace. Though the two had ceased making out they still couldn't keep their hands off each other. They each rested a palm on the other's buttocks and squeezed it occasionally. They were discussing the merits and downfalls of a too large or too small ass.

"At least yours is something you can grab onto," Sharon said. "I could squeeze and rub it for hours whereas I have nothing to play with at all."

Candace replied, "Oh, stop it. I have a fat ass and we both know it. Not like yours. Your little butt is so cute and adorable, I just love it."

Sherri rolled her eyes at Sharon and Candace as she followed behind them into the chilly dampness of a light autumn drizzle. At least the rain has calmed down a bit, Sherri thought. Things are finally looking up. Sherri waved back at Brandy and blew her a kiss before the policewoman went back inside. The three women rushed to Sherri's car slowly enough to not look suspicious if there were any police officers around while still maintaining a quick pace. This was a jailbreak after all. Sherri unlocked the driver's side door and sat down. She opened the glove compartment and threw the syringe back inside. It felt like such a burden had been lifted from her shoulders now that she knew she wouldn't have to use that awful needle.

Sharon and Candace climbed into the backseat together after Sherri unlocked the rear doors for them. Sharon sat directly behind Sherri on the driver side while Candace took the middle seat so she could be next to Sharon. Sherri could only imagine what the two would be up to back there while Sherri had to drive back home for the rest of the night. Oh well, if she grew sleepy or bored while driving Sherri could always put the car in cruise control and crank her own engine as she watched the two lustful lesbians in the rear-view mirror. The two of them had already started kissing and rubbing each other's breasts through their clothes before Sherri even pulled out of the parking lot.

If Sherri hadn't been too distracted by the activities taking place behind her she might have noticed the car passing by on the opposite side of her as she drove out of the parking lot and turned onto the street. Tom Skern was in a foul mood. He had just left the courthouse where he'd been arguing with the judge about how low the bail had been set for his wife's rapist. That asshole hadn't listened to any of Tom's arguments and set the price for her release at only $10000. Tom suspected some sort of conspiracy behind this Candace, this was a lot bigger than what everyone else was seeing. There was power and money propping up this shadow organization supporting her; Tom knew she would be free within a day or two. Not if he had anything to say about it. Tom had been following his hunches ever since he got his start walking the beat in South Boston and he just had a feeling that he was onto something much larger than what anyone could comprehend. He was right on the cusp of it, but the only evidence they possessed was being snatched away. At the very least, he vowed that this Candace cunt was not going to leave jail without a severe beating.

Tom turned his head to look at the car leaving the lot the same time he arrived. Odd to see a vehicle that wasn't a squad car in the station lot at this time of night. The driver looked familiar, but Tom couldn't quite place where he recognized her from. Someone he had met recently, of that he was sure. Tom was good with names and numbers, not as much for faces. He had no difficulty recognizing the woman in the backseat though. Her profile had been burned into his brain. Through the light rainfall he could clearly see Candace all over an unknown brunette in the backseat. She couldn't have posted bail this soon, could she? Tom considered turning the car around and following them, but decided against it. Better to find out the circumstances of her release before he did anything he might regret. He parked his car and walked briskly into the station.

When he arrived at the holding cells Tom yelled at the guard, "Who the hell let that prisoner go free?"

The young guard gulped and replied as calmly as he could, "I did, Sir. Officer Clarke came in and said she was free to go."

Skern stared bloody murder at the hapless guard. "Under what pretenses?" he asked with barely contained fury.

The guard look confused. "She told me it was due to lack of evidence. Oh, here she is."

Brandy walked into the room and nearly pissed herself when she saw the Captain. She hadn't had any time yet to cover up Candace's escape. This was all happening too soon, she thought she had at least an hour before Skern returned. The look on Skern's face told her that the entire ruse had been exposed. She tried to keep her body from shaking and resisted panicking as the Captain stared her down.

"Under whose orders was this release granted?" Tom asked coldly.

The guard looked even more confused. "Officer Clarke told me the order came from you personally," he said hesitantly. 

Tom felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he suddenly realized who the brunette in the back of the getaway car must be.

"Where is my wife?" Tom asked with a calm he did not feel.

"I haven't seen her for a while, Captain. I've seen her wandering the hallways mostly, but haven't been keeping tabs on her," the guard said with a shrug. "Sorry."

Tom finally lost his cool and bellowed, "You let my wife's assaulter go free while Sharon was still here? What the fuck were you thinking!"

"Sorry, sir," the guard said timidly. "The command came from Sergeant Clarke. Why wouldn't she be telling the truth that the prisoner was no longer a suspect?"

Tom turned toward Brandy and screamed in her face, "Where is my wife?"

Brandy clamped her mouth shut and refused to answer, no matter how hard Tom glared at her. She briefly considered drawing her taser or handgun but she was outnumbered two to one. No way to subdue both of them, and the way Skern's body tensed told her that he was already prepared and waiting for her to try something. No chance for escape now.

Tom could always tell when a suspect would or wouldn't talk and he knew they would get nothing out of this traitor. He turned to the guard, "Guard, please detain Sergeant Clarke. Then put out a call to the entire Boston PD that we have a fugitive on the loose with a hostage in tow."

Brandy offered no resistance as handcuffs were locked around her wrists. She had no chance for escape and fighting back could only make things worse for her. Her only hope now was that the Hive would hold true to its promise and send someone to her. 

After the guard had finished cuffing his fellow officer, Tom started walking toward the exit. "Where are you going, sir?" the guard called after him. Tom didn't turn around as he strode purposefully toward the door and kicked it open in fury. 

"I'm going after them."

~~~

Windshield wipers flicked fat droplets of water away as rain fell heavily on Sherri's vehicle. She squinted to keep sight of the road ahead of her as the rain covered her window faster than the wipers could work. It was late enough and the conditions bad enough that Sherri had only seen a few dozen cars after an hour of driving on the interstate. She hoped to be back at the mansion with her rescued compatriots before the break of day. Maybe lounge around the giant marble fireplace, staying warm and dry under a blanket she shared with Candace and Sharon. That sounded amazing. Sherri just couldn't decide if she would rather have some hot cocoa or a scotch. Eh, why not both, Sherri thought. She was going to treat herself after this long day. 




Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Sherri's Story



Sherri thought everything had gone reasonably well for her first prison break. She had freed Candace as assigned and even brought along an additional guest who was more than willing to pledge her mind and body to the Hive. Sherri should be well rewarded for this. She had to admit she felt jealous of the increased attention Cassandra and the Queen were showing each other. Didn't they understand that Sherri was the very first to be assimilated and also that she had been enamored with Cassandra for years? What they were doing together hurt Sherri more than they realized. A reward of a threesome with Cassandra and the Queen would go a long way toward alleviating the envy that Sherri felt.

Sounds of female pleasure came from the backseat. Music to Sherri's ears. She angled the rearview mirror so she could view what was going on back there. Sherri knew from earlier experience that there was little room in the backseat, but Candace and Sharon somehow made it work. Candace sat on the edge of the seat with her legs spread wide and pants pulled down to her ankles. Sharon sat on the floor with her head between Candace's thighs, licking Candace's pussy and slurping up the cum that drained out of it. Maybe not the safest position in a moving vehicle on a wet road during a rain shower, but good luck trying to make Sharon stop now. Sherri had lost count of how many times Sharon made Candace come in the last hour. At least five, probably more. Candace and Sharon's moans of pleasure blended together and faded into background noise after a while. Sharon was definitely getting her fill of Essence tonight. She seemed content to please Candace without reciprocation, though out of the corner of her eye Sherri thought she detected Sharon rubbing herself beneath her skirt while in the midst of eating Candace. 

Sharon wanted to make up for the last time she was with Candace. That was also in a car, but they were rudely interrupted in the middle of Sharon pleasuring her new friend. Sharon wanted to regain the feeling she had experienced right before Candace was apprehended. A wonderful, warm, wholesome, and safe feeling Sharon had never felt before until she was with another woman. 

(Flashback: Two Days Ago)

It seemed like a chance encounter. Some random occurrence that should never have happened. Right time at the right place. When Sharon thought of the moment, it still felt like a dream. The problem with dreams is that they are always so fleeting. 

She stood right next to her as Sharon stared at the painting. Sharon had been looking at it for so long it didn't feel like she stared into the painting but rather stared right through it. Sharon looked over and noticed the large woman standing next to her but turned her head back to continue admiring the art. The woman stood next to Sharon, not saying a word for minutes as they both looked at the painting. 

It was a work from the Impressionistic era. There were several examples of this form at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts, but Sharon felt drawn to this one. Up close, the painting looked like random blobs of chaotic color but the further away you were the more the painting attained definition. It somehow reminded Sharon of her pathetic excuse for a life. Her eyes poured over the colors, the lines and the definitions of the painting. The image conjured powerful feelings within her, it moved Sharon's spirit. All her trauma, her fear and anger channeled into the canvas colored by pigments and resins used by a painter that had been dead for over one hundred years. Sharon stifled a sob and felt a single tear drip down her cheek. The only person who might have understood her trauma had already died and left this masterpiece behind. She had never felt so isolated and alone before. Then she felt someone take her hand. Sharon looked over at the woman standing next to her who smiled affectionately.

"Hi, I'm Candace."

Sharon smiled back. "Sharon."

Candace didn't let go of her even after their introductions ended. Her fingers moved through the gaps between Sharon's digits and clasped her hand tightly to Sharon's. Sharon gasped as she felt Candace's palm in hers, sharing warmth between them. She felt excitement swelling in her chest and butterflies in her stomach. She hadn't felt like this since the first time she met Tom. 

Sharon and Candace stood in place discussing what they liked about the painting before them and about art in general. Sharon had never met someone so pleasant and easygoing; it felt like she could tell Candace anything. Candace asked if Sharon wanted to show her around the museum. She admitted it was her first time being there. Sharon agreed to take a walk with her and show her around.

As they visited the museum, Sharon and Candace discussed the merits of whichever painting they were viewing and pointed out their favorites to each other. They talked of their lives and some of their history. Sharon stayed at home while her husband worked but since she didn't have kids or a job she quickly got bored. That was the reason she was at the museum today, she had already cleaned every inch of the house and ran all her errands she could run. She desired a bit of 'me' time for once. Candace said she lived in New York City but was visiting Boston for the first time. She was vague about what she was visiting for, she only referred to it as a 'scouting mission' which made it sound like Candace was a headhunter or recruiter for some large company.

They held hands the entire time as they walked together. Sharon realized she would normally be horrified to be sighted in public holding another woman's hand so intimately, but strangely enough she thought nothing of it. Candace was so nice to her and so caring, and it was great to have someone who actually listened to her for a change. As Sharon explained her daily routine she realized how boring her life really was, but Candace listened avidly. 

The way Candace's thumb rubbed against Sharon's clasped hand made Sharon feel a strange warmth inside her. What the hell, Sharon wondered. I'm not falling for this person, am I? To put it bluntly, Candace was not an attractive woman and even if she was hot Sharon was not into girls. But Candace's spirit and friendliness more than made up for her looks. Sharon had never considered a relationship with a woman, but for the first time she was interested. Sharon squeezed Candace's hand and massaged it with her thumb. Candace flashed Sharon a toothy smile that made Sharon's heart melt. Oh yes, very interested. 

Female or not, Sharon felt an instant connection to this person. Sharon didn't believe in soul mates, she had always found the idea sappy and ridiculous. Besides, Sharon thought she had found hers already and look how that had turned out. But Sharon formed an instant bond with Candace and she had to admit that physical attraction played some component as well. Sharon didn't even care that Candace's green eyes, while pretty, didn't look quite right. Soul mates might be a little strong, but she would settle for best mates at this point. 

After a lovely afternoon spent walking hand in hand around the museum twice over, Candace invited Sharon to dinner with her. Tom didn't get off work for hours still, so Sharon saw no reason to refuse. Candace took her to a classy upscale restaurant within walking distance of the museum. It was a beautiful day for a walk and Sharon held Candace's hand the whole way and didn't care who saw them. Between receiving their drinks (a Cosmopolitan for Sharon and an Old Fashioned for Candace) and dinner, Sharon bared everything to her new friend. She copped to her loveless marriage, her inability to conceive, and Tom's verbal abuse that had since devolved into physical abuse. 

Candace held Sharon's hand the whole time as she wept and spoke truths that had previously been unspeakable. When it was over Candace handed Sharon a tissue to dry her tears and took ahold of her with both hands. It felt so nice when Candace held her like that. Candace told Sharon straight up that she was a lesbian and explained how difficult coming out of the closet had been for her. Candace had a neglectful mother and an abusive father who hurt her for being fat, for being queer, and for being different in general. Candace talked about how she internalized the abuse and blamed herself and her sexuality for all the pain she endured rather than blaming her shitty parents. Candace admitted that it took years for her to get over that notion until she could finally have healthy relationships again. 

Sharon realized that Candace was someone who completely understood her and knew what she was going through. Understood how Sharon blamed herself even though she wasn't at fault. It was such a relief to finally talk to someone about it. It felt like a weight off her shoulders.

Once their dirty laundry had been aired, the two women could actually enjoy their meal. The food and the bottle of wine they ordered with it was excellent. As they left the restaurant, Candace did something totally unexpected but completely inevitable. She took Sharon's face in her hands and planted her lips on Sharon's mouth. Once Sharon got over the initial shock of a woman's lips pressed against hers, she felt energy moving through her. The warmth and butterflies she felt earlier when Candace held her hand returned but seemed to flutter and pulse even more strongly inside her. Before she knew it, Sharon threw her arms around Candace's neck and kissed her back. They were quite a sight. A large, homely butch pressing a pretty middle-aged femme up against the brick wall of the restaurant and making out with her while the femme wrapped her hands around the kisser's waist.

When Candace finally broke the kiss, Sharon felt like a new woman. She was left breathless by the intense passion of Candace's embrace. Candace asked if Sharon wanted to stay out with her longer. Sharon couldn't refuse this woman anything by this point. Candace took Sharon to her first gay bar. It was a very unusual experience for Sharon, watching gay men kiss and dance together and lesbians sitting on each other's laps and necking with each other in booths. Candace held Sharon's hand as they drank and people watched, making her feel safe and secure as she became acclimated to this new world. A few woman came up to introduce themselves to Sharon, but a glare from Candace prevented them from moving to the flirting phase. Sharon realized that Candace had staked out her territory and was protecting it from all invaders. It gave her a strange sense of pride to know that she was wanted so badly.

Sharon got up to use the restroom and once inside she noticed two women making out against the tiled wall before one of them pulled the other into a bathroom stall. Sharon got to hear their noises of pleasure while she used the toilet. When she was wiping herself afterward, Sharon realized that the rubbing motion against her pussy actually felt good. When was the last time she had actually felt sexual pleasure? She had started disliking sex so much that she didn't even masturbate any more. But feeling suddenly very horny, Sharon continued touching herself as she listened to the other women doing God knows what three stalls down. Sharon gasped as she experienced an orgasm for the first time in months. Where the hell had that come from?

Sharon felt shame and embarrassment turning her face red as she washed her hands. Had she really just gotten herself off in a public restroom listening to other women have sex? Sharon looked in the mirror. Who was she really? What the hell was she doing? Sharon had never done anything like this in her life, had never felt any attraction for the same sex before. She hardly recognized herself in the mirror. The woman she saw staring back at her in the reflection was actually smiling. She seemed happy and content with her life. Why shouldn't Sharon allow herself to feel this way? Why couldn't she be happy and content as well? She certainly deserved it after everything she had been through.

When Sharon returned from the bathroom she saw Candace sitting forlornly on a leather bench. Sharon had been gone a long time while she used the bathroom, diddled herself, and then had a minor crisis over it. Candace likely wondered if the married straight woman had freaked out over this new and unusual situation she had found herself entangled in and ditched her. Instead, Sharon walked over to Candace and hopped in her lap. Sharon wrapped her arms around Candace's neck and pulled Candace's mouth down to hers to give her a long, slow, sensual kiss. She felt Candace's hands running up and down her back and her thighs. They were large, manly hands and they felt fantastic as they explored Sharon's body. Candace asked if Sharon wanted to go somewhere more private. Sharon had just been about to suggest that.

They found a cheap hotel nearby and rented a room for the night. They used Candace's credit card for payment. Sharon should have been home by this late in the night and had already received two missed calls and a voicemail from her husband. She turned her phone off. Looking at credit card usage and tracking purchases was exactly the kind of thing Tom would do to keep tabs on her so she made sure Candace paid for everything. For all she knew, Tom could track her using her phone's GPS. It irritated Sharon a little bit how amused Candace acted by all the precautions Sharon was taking. She wouldn't chuckle if she knew Tom the way Sharon did. 

When they got to their room, Sharon and Candace slowly and delicately removed the clothing from each other's bodies. Sharon thought the only thing stranger than seeing another naked woman was being naked around one herself. Candace was adorably self-conscious of her naked body, so Sharon tried to make her comfortable by lying close to her and feeling her nakedness. Candace's body felt so warm and soft next to Sharon's. She took her time discovering the female form, running her hands up and down Candace's flab and bulk. Sharon became obsessed with Candace's huge breasts, cupping, squeezing, and weighing them in her hands for minutes at a time. Candace laid her hand on Sharon's bony hip, loving the way Sharon touched her and not wanting to interfere until her exploration was complete. 

After Sharon had finished fondling Candace, the butch went against her normal inclinations of being the receiver rather than the giver and licked Sharon's pussy for the first time. It was the most heavenly experience of Sharon's life. Candace truly knew how to give a woman physical and emotional pleasure. After Candace made Sharon come, Sharon asked if Candace wanted her to reciprocate. To Sharon's relief, Candace said she wanted to take things slow at first. Sharon felt glad because she wasn't sure if she was ready for the next step yet. They fell asleep beneath the sheets, naked in each other's arms.

When Sharon woke the next morning, she had the same freakout that all straight women likely have after their first lesbian sex. Sharon couldn't believe she had cheated on her husband, and with a woman too. What was he going to do to her when he found out? She became so upset that she actually began wailing and shaking back and forth. Candace held her close and comforted her with sweetly whispered sentiments and Sharon had to admit it felt very nice. Candace told Sharon what would help calm her down and spread her flabby thighs apart. Sharon stared into Candace's large, wet, hairy, swollen sex. She had never seen anything so lovely.

Sharon took her first steps into a new world as she licked Candace's pussy for the first time. She tasted amazing. Sharon's new friend hadn't been completely truthful with her, having not admitted the real reason her vagina was so flavorful. Her candidness made the feelings they had for each other feel more true since Candace didn't have to utilize her advantages as a Hivesister to coerce Sharon into having sex with her. 

Sharon continued licking Candace until she felt the woman's orgasm. Sharon was shocked when Candace's come exploded into her mouth. She had no idea women could ejaculate so powerfully. It tasted wonderful, though, and Sharon swallowed it greedily. She entered the same initial stupor every Initiate feels the first time after tasting of Essence and she licked Candace like a brainless zombie until she recovered.

Once Sharon's change into an Initiate was complete, Candace begged her to leave everything behind and run away with her to New York. Sharon had never heard a more tempting offer. They spent the rest of the morning making love over and over until it was time to check out and then they got a quick bite to eat. Sharon requested that Candace take her home so Sharon could grab a few things before they left. Candace parked a few blocks away, and Sharon snuck in through an alleyway and used the back door to enter her house. Unbeknownst to her, Tom had a plainclothes officer in an unmarked vehicle staking out his house in case Sharon returned. Tom had taken certain precautions once she didn't show up at home last night. Right now though, he still acted under the assumption that she was sleeping around with another man.

Sharon was in such a rush to leave she didn't even bother changing out of her blouse and pencil skirt from the day before. She filled her suitcase full of clothes and toiletries and walked the few blocks to Candace's car. The officer watching her was smart; his vehicle followed slowly behind her and drove on ahead after she got into Candace's car so they wouldn't realize they were being tailed. The officer called in the make, model, and license plate number of Candace's vehicle to Dispatch and then called Captain Skern personally.

As they left in the early evening to drive out of town, Sharon complained of feeling thirsty. Even drinking an entire water bottle failed to quench her craving. Candace realized that Sharon required another dose of Essence before they could make it back to the Hive's mansion. She pulled over in a deserted alleyway and they climbed into the backseat.

Sharon fed upon Candace once again. Sharon had never felt so happy, so warm, so safe than she did with her lips between Candace's thighs as Candace caressed her hair. This is what had been missing all her life, she knew it now. Sharon ceased eating Candace's pussy for a minute and just smiled in contentment at how perfect this moment was. She didn't think she had ever been happier. 

Sharon heard the car door open behind her and then all of a sudden she felt herself being pulled away from Candace. Sharon screamed as she stretched her arm out to grasp Candace one more time while Candace held her arm out toward her. Someone was also grabbing Candace from behind. Sharon and Candace's fingertips brushed together before they were pulled apart roughly. Sharon worried that she might never feel this happiness again.

Outside of the car, Sharon noticed several policemen along with her husband. He was being held back by four officers as he attempted to bull-rush Candace. Candace glared at him witheringly. How could anyone treat someone so delicate and wonderful as Sharon so poorly? Candace was thrown onto the hood of a police car and frisked before handcuffs were applied to her wrists. Sharon sobbed and slapped away the hands of the police officers mistakenly thinking they were comforting her. The dream, fleeting as dreams often are, was over.

(Present Day)

Sherri felt somewhat jealous that she had to drive while Sharon and Candace had all of the fun. Sherri really hoped that when they made it back to the mansion the two lovebirds would let Sherri join them as a sort of reward. I mean, if it wasn't for her quick thinking and awesome skills Candace would still be filling a jail cell and Sharon would be stuck sucking on her husband's gross penis, Sherri thought.