2 comments/ 26677 views/ 23 favorites Natalie Jenner vs Puppetmaster By: markydaysaid (Note: this story takes place after my story The Clone Queen, but you don't have to read that one to get this one.) The maid was obviously a Prin. Everything about her said so. They precise, repetitive way she moved, the utter lack of boredom or wandering emotions which normally shifted across a person's face every few moments, but most of all it was her beauty. Symmetrical, smooth, and sexy, she was just a little too perfect to be human. Her short black hair was so stylish it should have been in a commercial, her gazelle-like legs put a Barbie doll to shame, and her perky breasts which strained against the tight material of her uniform were the envy of every living woman. When she bent over to pick up a piece of litter her uniform rode up the enticing architecture of her ass, revealing a scientifically superior vaginal mound barely hidden by a lacey black thong. Natalie Jenner frowned the moment she saw the maid, and her hand subconsciously drifted to the grip of her sidearm. She hated Prins, distrusted them, and usually resented people who owned them, but the law was the law, and the Bishop family possessed all the necessary licenses for owning a Prin, so there was nothing she could do but silently fume. Melissa Bishop, the Prin's owner, was seated in an expensive loveseat on the veranda of her multimillion dollar mansion, crying reluctantly into a damp bundle of tissues. Her husband, Sebastian Bishop, was standing further away, starring stoically over the rolling green rows of his private vineyard, coldly ignoring his wife. To say that the Bishops were rich was an understatement, and even though their exact worth was a closely guarded secret, it was widely understood that they were one of only a dozen or so families in the world worth more than one trillion dollars American. It was easy to become that rich however, when you owned one of only a firms in North America allowed to produce Prins, like the sexy maid who was strutting over with a tray of drinks. "May I offer you a mimosa, Master Sergeant Jenner?" the maid asked in a voice too beautiful to be real, the soft suggestion of eroticism programmed into her ever word. "I don't drink on duty," Natalie answered, sneering at the Prin's proximity to her. The maid ignored her and walked on, offering a drink to the grieving Mrs. Bishop. "No . . . no thank you Licorice," Mrs. Bishop waved the Prin away. "How can I enjoy anything knowing my son's life is in danger?" The Prin showed no signs of understanding her master's emotional state. Obviously Licorice was a rather basic model. Pretty to look at, but cognitively stunted. The maid cocked her head and offered something else. "Would you like me to please you Mistress . . . with my tongue?" Mrs. Bishop blushed. She wept and waved Licorice away. Nat sneered at what she overheard. It was obvious that Licorice wasn't just a nice looking slave, but also the family fuck-toy, which frankly wasn't that unusual. The Bishop's made their billions producing high-quality domestic Prins, and although they were advertised as maids and butlers, they could be easily reprogrammed with third-party software for sexual service. "And you are confident that UNABU can recover our son . . . alive, Miss Jenner?" Mr. Bishop said, having been lost in thought for several long minutes. He was trying his best to remain strong, but like his wife, his voice broke with emotion at the mention of his only child. "It's Master Sergeant, not Miss," Nat corrected, "and I don't make promises. Your son was kidnapped by a sentient Prin who calls himself the Puppetmaster, a psychopath who usually keeps his victims alive for weeks as he tortures them, and those who do die only do so from exhaustion, not direct injury. The United Nations Anti Biological Unit is the most capable organization in the world for the regulation and extermination of rogue Prins, Mr. Bishop, as I'm sure a man in your line of business is aware. I plan to personally decommission this 'Puppetmaster,' and when I do, I will recover your son, whether he is dead or alive. Mr. Bishob's broad shoulders tensed in a brief moment of anger at the young woman's petulance, but they quickly softened. He was breathing heavily as he held back tears. "I've already wasted millions on mercenaries and private investigators, and not a single one of them has proven worthwhile. Save my son, Master Seargent, and UNABU will have my infinite gratitude, and a very wealthy backer." Nat turned as she made her way back to the front of the mansion, leaving the tearful trillionaires to their grief, but before she left she had one last thing to say. "Frankly, Mr. Bishop, its men like you who have made the world the way it is, and allowed monsters like the Puppetmaster to exist. All your billions of dollars can't do as much good for the world as would be done if you simply stopped making these fucking Prins." ##### The door to her car was opened for her by Licorice, the strutting, sensual artifice who followed her outside the mansion gates, puckering her lips in a slutty smile. "I'll also be grateful if you return Master Benjamin Bishop home," Licorice said, sounding husky and horny. "I miss him ever so much." "Only because you're programmed too, slut," Nat said, wondering for a moment why she was even having a conversation with a sex-bot. Licorice reached out and grabbed Nat's rather large breasts, grazing over the woman's very sensitive nipples. "Oh no! I do love him! I-" Nat shoved the Prin away. "Touch me again, and I will shove my combat knife so far up your ass I'll be able to carve my initials into the top of your mouth! Got it?" Without waiting for an answer (it had been a rhetorical question anyway) Nat stepped on the acceleration and her electric car whizzed down the private road, away from the Bishops' obscene mansion, and away from the confused, horny bio-robot who had touched her. ##### " . . . . 13 . . . . 14 . . . 15!!!" Nat grunted in a deep, feminine vice as she dropped her barbell to the matt, where the impressive weight bounced with a titanic impact. The young woman panted as she wiped sweat from her glistening face, and she checked out her progress in the full-body mirror on UNABU's gym. She was a good looking girl, as everyone explicitly said so. Tall, toned, busty, and beautiful without makeup, Nat could have had an easy life getting by on her looks alone, but Nat didn't want an easy life, as the rippling but subtle muscles of her hourglass abdominals proved. She was a woman in her physical and sexual peak; a rough-and-rumble tomboy with the body of a goddess. The only thing fake about her was her hair, which was dyed with blue and red streaks. She looked especially good wearing as little as she did. Her workout clothes were nothing but a tiny little tank-top that left much of her under-cleavage exposed, and a tight elastic thong that rode high up her feminine hips and melted around the swollen mound of her hairless pussy. Working out made her horny. REALLY horny, and she was so wet that it was actually clear which parts of her inner-thigh were glistening with sweat and which with pre-cum. Luckily she kept a vibrator in the locker. She was going to need it, along with a hot, long, private shower. "MASTER SERGEANT JENNER! MASTER SERGEANT JENNER! REPORT TO THE WAR ROOM! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!" The deceptively calm robotic voice of the alarm system jolted Nat out of her aroused fog, and within seconds she was jogging down the main hallway of the UNABU facility in which she was currently stationed, despite the fact that she had neglected to wear a sports bra and her pert breasts bounced with such buoyant energy that they forced her sweaty tank-top up into a damp scarf. Shocked coworkers and aroused admirers looked on in shock as the nearly naked Natalie dashed passed them, her tight ass flexing in her tiny thong, and she even pushed a petite intern aside like she was just an annoying obstacle. Nat burst into the War Room expecting to see her squad suiting up for an operation, and her Executive Officer (XO) prepping them on the mission details, but instead what she found was a giant pair of milky white tits bouncing up and down like a pair of jelly-filled beach-balls. The massive fun-bags did belong to her XO, but she sure as hell wasn't getting ready for a briefing. At that moment it looked more like Caitlin Callahan was getting her freckled Irish brains fucked out by a big, black cock. Standing behind her was Douglas Cartwright, an American, and another UNABU soldier Nat had fought beside. He was a handsome man, and his reputation as a pussy-slayer was well established. Nat had been tempted to find out for herself, but as much as she liked Douglas, she had yet to come out of her shell with him. "Holy shit . . . FUCK . . . so deep . . . . hitting me so deep," Officer Callahan gasped and she drooled onto her desk, her balloon tits bouncing so wildly that one came up and slapped her in the face. Her emerald green eyes were rolled up as tears dripped from her cheeks, and her wavy red hair clung to the sweat on her brow and neck. Her pale white skin was blushing a very bright pink, and judging by how high pitched her squealing was, she was about to experience a very satisfying orgasm. "FUCKING NIGGER YES!!!" the Irish slut screamed, gritting her teeth and whimpering incoherently. Her legs were trembling like phone-lines in a windstorm as she came, and a puddle started to form on the floor from her explosive climax. "Hey!" Douglas yelled. "Just because we're having sex doesn't mean you can call me the n-word, you stupid . . . fucking . . . Irish . . . FUCK!" Douglas was cumming too, the beautiful muscles of his chest exploding in ebony glory as her grabbed the Irish woman's fiery locks and yanked hard, pulling her body back just as powerfully as her pushed forward, driving ten inches of African fury deep into her soft, defeated body. Nat could practically hear his sex-muscle pumping semen into Callahan's well-used cunt, and even after depositing several nuts worth of man-batter into her unprotected womb he was still spurting as he pulled out, thick strands of superior seed splashing over her back and hair, one last rope streaking across a framed photo of Callahan's 18 year old daughter. An obvious omen. Douglas let go of Callahan's hair and she fell onto her desk like a wet back of shit, barely conscious and crying pathetically with intense catharsis, an insane smile tugging at her pretty face. Douglas looked over her naked quivering body with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt. It was pretty well known that Douglas hated Callahan's guts and thought she was unfit for the position of XO, but that clearly hadn't stopped him from taking a turn with the office cum-dumpster. "Hey Nat," Douglas said, putting his clothes back on. "Sorry you had to see that." But he wasn't, obviously, from the arrogant way he smiled. He wanted Nat. He wanted to fuck Nat harder than he had ever wanted to fuck a woman since high school, and yet, after two years he had never gotten inside her, even after he had done two tours of all the pussy in UNABU. Most girls didn't last a week against his infallible charms. Callahan hadn't lasted an hour. "Hey Doug," Nat said, shyly covering her exposed breasts and thong-clad pussy. Her camel-toe was so tight her clit made an impression, and her nipples so erect it was like her tank-top was hanging from them. "I . . . I thought there was an emergency." Douglas shrugged his massive, herculean shoulders. "Callahan's tits were slapping against everything. Dumb bitch probably flipped your squad's drill button. Sorry. We did get some intelligence on the Puppetmaster earlier though. Nothing groundbreaking, but I'm sure she'll fill you in on it as soon as she wakes up." He looked her over, analyzing her near-naked, well-toned body like it was a work of art. He was hungry for her, and even a girl as withdrawn as Nat could feel it. "Hey Doug . . ." she whispered, trembling a little. "Yes," he whispered back, their mouths so close they could taste each other's breath. ". . . don't forget to file a fraternization report with Human Resources. Interoffice relationships are frowned upon by High Command, even with a slut like Callahan." Doug was stunned and hurt by Nat's cold, uncaring demeanor. "Nat . . . I-" "Get out." ##### "I swear, it's a bloody miracle my daughter isn't half-black, " Callahan said as she returned to the War Room from the showers, her sparkling pale body covered by nothing but a vastly inadequate little bathrobe, her green eyes glowing with that happy 'I-just-got-my-brains-fucked-out-by-a-big-black-cock' look that white girls got after a date with Douglas. White girls other than Nat. "I mean, Siobhan in as white as powdered sugar but I can't remember any point 18 years ago when I wasn't passing out in rap clubs or-" "OFFICER CALLAHAN!" Nat practically screamed. "Can we please, PLEASE get back to the mission?" Callahan grumbled as little as she retook her seat, allowing her bathrobe to fall open so her naked body was totally visible. Nat was fully clothes again, wearing a tight black t-shirt and cargo-pants, along with a heavy utility belt and combat boots, her usual fashion. The rest of her squad had gathered into the War Room and were also suiting up for the impending intelligence gathering mission, three women Nat had come to trust and rely on this last year, and although they had come to love and respect her as their field-leader, she did her best to keep them at arm's length. She didn't like getting attached. Not when death came so easily, and so unpredictably. The first of Nat's team was Private Penny Andrews, a 20 year old American. An attractive and very petite girl, Penny had short brown hair and big green eyes, almost like a doll. She had been a computer-wiz since before she could ride a bike and graduated with top honors from a prestigious tech-institute when she was 14. She was the team's field technician and security officer. In the last year there hadn't been a single lock, firewall, or computer Penny hadn't been able to hack in less than a minute, but her proficiency in combat and with firearms was below average. When Nat first met Penny she had been a shy, introverted virgin with a pornography addiction, but after being drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac called A-4-D-C-AK, and raped by Prins repeatedly for many hours, Penny had become something of a sex-fiend. Her perversions had been getting stranger and stranger these last months, to such a point that even the hornier men of UNABU were afraid to date her, despite her being an easy lay. Just for instance, Nat knew that Penny kept her own Pikachu Prin locked in her room, one she had modified to possess and rather large penis. There was no imagining what terrible things Penny had done to that Pikachu. The second was Natasha Tsarina, a beautiful Russian woman with long blonde hair and graceful, elegant limbs. Natasha had once been a world famous supermodel, but she was severally injured when rogue Prins attacked a vacation resort she had been staying at with her family near the Black Sea. Natasha was forced to watch as her entire family was torn apart, and then the Prins who killed them brutally raped her, going so far as to skull-fuck her right eye out. UNABU replaced her lost eye with a telescopic cybernetic implant, one that allowed her to become an almost perfect sniper, but she always kept that side of her face covered by her long blonde hair, ashamed of her deformity. Nat had grown closer to Natasha in this last year, but their relationship was complicated. Because of their shared pain and hatred of Prins, there was a deep unspoken connection between them, but for weeks this bond had been growing colder and more carnal. When Nat woke up at night, horny and alone, she'd go to Natasha's room, crawl into her bed, and they'd fuck each other violently like wild animals for hours, until they would collapse onto the floor in exhaustion. When it was over, Nat would get up, leave, and go to sleep in her own room. They never talked about it, they never acknowledged it. It was easy, commitment-free sex between two women who understood each other. Nothing more. Last was Fatima Oshondo, the team's 'heavy.' She was a very tall, very strong, very Amazonian black woman from somewhere in West Africa. Despite her bulging muscles and incredible strength, there was a savage femininity about her, especially her wide-hips and large, firm breasts that required her to wear custom fitted armor. Nothing UNABU mass-produced could accommodate a woman with such an impressive chest. She went into battle strapped with an assault riffle, an automatic shotgun, a missile-launcher, and a good deal of explosives. Fatima was also the teammate Nat enjoyed working with the most, because they were professional, uncomplicated, and focused on the mission. Fatima had saved Nat's life a dozen times the last year, and there was no one Nat wanted more at her back than her. Despite still being mostly naked, Officer Callahan started to press buttons on her control screen, lowering the lights in the room and summoning a large holographic display. Electric blue light sizzled to life in the air and made ghostly 3-D images for the team to study. "The last known victim of the sentient Prin calling himself the Puppetmaster was Benjamin Bishop, son and heir to the trillion dollar Bishop Company, which ironically makes its money by producing high quality Prins." As Callahan said this an image of Benjamin Bishop came into focus. "Wow," Penny huffed. "What a sexy little boy." Benjamin Bishop had turned 19 just a month before being kidnapped, and although Nat didn't find him attractive at all she could see what was getting Penny's panties so bunched up. Benjamin was a classic pretty boy, with a soft feminine face, a fresh sexy smile, and a stylish hair cut that put spiky blonde bangs hanging over his big blue eyes. He looked like a teen pop star. "This represents a break from the Puppetmaster's usual M.O.," Callahan continued. "Benjamin is the first male he has ever kidnapped. The rest have all been young, sexy, female, and usually celebrities, which is reason the Puppetmaster has been causing such a panic. His most famous victim was the K-pop sensation Cinnamon Cumdrop." An image of a sexy Korean girl in her early twenties came on screen. She was dressed like a cross between a piece of a candy and a total slut, her perky breasts covered by bubblegum pasties and her crotch by a thong made from licorice strips. "She was the highest grossing musician in the world for about a year before Puppetmaster got to her. He pumped her full of A-4-D-C-AK and a number of other aphrodisiacs and psychotropic drugs we still can't identify, and kept her as a sex-slave for over a month. We recovered her, alive, unlike many others, but the damage from the drugs was too severe. She's been reduced to a babbling, mindless hedonist who spends every waking moment seeking sexual stimulation, and if she's denied it her body goes into shock. We've had to manually induce between forty and fifty orgasms a day with her just to keep her stable. The weirdest part is all she talks about is the Puppetmaster, begging for him to come back and 'save' her. In her most coherent moments she says she's in love with him. Watch." Callahan pressed a button and a video came up. It was of Cinnamon Cumdrop strapped down to a bed, her naked, sweaty body crisscrossed by strong leather straps and buckles. A machine like a piston had been placed in front of her open legs, and a lubricated dildo the size of Nat's forearm was fucking the Korean girl like a jackhammer, fucking her hard enough to break a lesser woman's hipbone. Despite the almost fatal degree of plowing Cinnamon was getting, it seemed like the girl was barely on the cusp of a small orgasm, as if she were just getting fingered by a little pinky. "PUPPETMASTER!" she screamed, she cried. "I LOVE YOU! SAVE ME! I . . . I'LL TRY HARDER! PLEASE!" Natalie Jenner vs Puppetmaster Callahan flipped the screen off and the display dissolved into the air, returning the room to normal. "As far UNABU Intelligence can tell, it seems that this Puppetmaster had been experimenting with mind-control, especially with well-known sex-symbols of youth culture. We can't be sure till we catch him, but one theory is that he's an extreme narcissist, and a Prin-supremecist. His desire to control the minds of human women and turn them into submissive sex-slaves is about role-reversal. He wants to make humans more like Prins, and thus making himself more like a human. But-" Just then the door to the War Room slid open, and in stepped an attractive woman dressed in a UNABU uniform. She was very attractive and rather familiar. "Can I help you?" Callahan asked, annoyed. "This is a confidential meeting, so-" Nat took a look at the Asian girl and realized something horrifying. Something she should have seen immediately but didn't. The woman was Cinnamon Cumdrop, but it wasn't the real Cinnamon Cumdrop. Her smile was too perfect, her eyes were too soulless. It was a Prin of Cinnamon Cumdrop. "Holy shit," Nat gasped. The Prin tore open the front of her uniform, unleashing her perky, bouncing breasts, and strapped between them was a gas-canister attached to a ticking bomb. "Puppetmaster sends his regards," Prin-Cinnamon said, smiling softly. Nat dove for the desk. "EVERYONE TAKE COVER! WE-" BOOM!!!!!!! ##### The first thing Nat felt when she regained consciousness was an unbelievable pain blossoming between her legs. The deep, penetrating warmth in her thighs was enough to make her sob and whimper loudly, rolling her head on the floor as tears came to her eyes. She remembered the bomb and was afraid to look, imagining that her legs may have been blown off, but when the realized the warm, tingling pain was also in her nipples she understood that she wasn't injured. She was horny! Nat opened her eyes and tried to get up on her feet, but couldn't. The mere sensation of her body sliding against the tight material of her clothing was enough to provoke a sudden unexpected orgasm, and she flopped to the floor crying like a little girl. After almost a minute of laying there and shivering as a dark wet spot formed on a crotch, Nat gritted her teeth and analyzed the room. The Cinnamon Prin was completely destroyed, her bio-synthetic limbs scattered about the floor. Prins didn't have blood, not unless they were specifically designed to, but most simply had a thick, noxious ooze that looked, felt, and (interestingly enough) tasted like semen. The wall behind were Cinnamon had committed her suicide-attack looked like a massive money-shot, as if a giant had busted a nut all over it, and what remained of her body was caked in the smelly ooze. There was no blood anywhere, or bodies, or even fire damage. Her team was missing, but gratefully it seemed that they were alive. The bomb hadn't been an incendiary, as Nat had feared, it had simply been a flash-bang, but as she sat there huffing and puffing in painful arousal she knew it hadn't been a normal flash-bang. Nat was sweating; her skin prickled with a million goose-bumps, her vagina was salivating, her nipples as hard as pink diamonds, and her imagination swirling with images of handsome men sporting huge cocks. Nat was drugged. She recognized the effects of A-4-D-C-AK immediately, having been under the synthetic aphrodisiacs influence many times before. It wasn't just in her body either. She could taste it, a sickly sweet smell like chopped strawberries covered in cum. The air was filled with it. She looked up and could see a fine mist being pumped in through the air conditioning. "Holy . . . holy shit," Nat whimpered, trying to stop her body from convulsing with another orgasm. She had to stop this. Even a little A-4-D-C-AK was enough to turn a virgin nun into a wild cocksucker, this much could be lethal. If Nat lost control of herself she very easily could fuck herself to death, too delirious with lust to notice or care that she might even fuck herself with a knife, if that was all that was around. Slowly, Nat pushed herself off of the ground, rose to her feet, and with great delicacy she started to peel off her tight black tank-top. Even though the sensation of the material sliding off of her glistening skin was only a slight tickle, it was enough to make Nat bite her tongue, just so she wouldn't scream as a small sexual aftershock quaked through her toned body. Removing her sports-bra was a much more difficult undertaking, and when the tight elastic band of the bra grazed over her nipple Nat couldn't stop herself from screaming. "HOLY SHIT . . . FUCKE ME!" she cried, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Shivering with pleasure and rage she grabbed for her combat knife and tore it from its sheath. Without hesitation she pushed the razor sharp blade down the front of her bra and ripped it open. She flung off the bra and did the same to her pants, crying again when she cut off her panties and the damp material mopped against her angry clit. Nat was left naked except from her heavy combat boots and a thin sheen of sweat. The cool air washing over her quivering body was intensely stimulating, but she could handle it, unlike the sudden orgasms brought on by her clothing. [Clever, clever girl] A voice boomed in the air; a snotty, arrogant, and androgynous voice. It was coming over the intercom. [Taking off your clothes to prevent your body from being over stimulated. Smart. But I think we both know the truth, that shy ice-queen Natalie Jenner is really just a horny exhibitionist slut!] Nat growled and held up her knife, even though she knew whoever had hacked the com-system could have been a million miles away. "Who . . . who the FUCK is this!" She screamed, gritting her teeth, and trying very hard not to beg the voice for sex. The handle of the knife felt good in her hand. Hard and thick. Almost like a dildo. The voice laughed. Giggled really. [Who do you think, you stuck up bitch? Who pulls the stings? Who has his hand so far up your ass right now he's making you talk?] Natalie wanted to scream, but more than that she wanted to sit down on the floor and beat her pussy to death like a baby fur seal. It took every ounce of her resolve to resist. "Pu . . . pup . . . Puppetmaster." The voice giggled again, but this time deeper, and with a greater taste of sadism in it. [You're going to be screaming that name soon, slut. I'm going to fuck you like the worthless sex-doll you are. I'm going to push your stomach up into your chest, and rip your tight little ass in two. My balls are going to be slapping against your chin when I'm 13 inches deep down your throat. I've been planning this for months Natalie. I've been watching you sleep. I've been watching you masturbate. I've been watching you hate-fuck that Russian whore of yours. I've been watching you while you UNABU fuck-tards thought you were watching me, and today is the day I wipe you all off the map. You'll be lucky if I kill you Nat, because otherwise you're going to spend the rest of your life tied up and gagged in my closet as nothing more than a warm fuck-pillow.] Nat was taking long, deep breathes, trying to stay in control. She was doing a good job staying stoic, but inside her inner-slut was screaming her head off. She was fighting the drugs, but the drugs were winning, and it took all her self-control not to start masturbating. The degrading, humiliating, and misogynistic things the Puppetmaster was spitting at her should have pissed her off, but instead it was making her wet. She wanted to get on her knees, stuck her firm ass in the air, pry it open, and beg for him to come down and fuck her brains out. She imagined herself getting fucked silly by a 13 inch cock, a thick one, oozing with delicious cum, and she started to cry softly. She wanted it . . . but NO! That was the drugs. That was the aphrodisiacs saturating her tight body. What she wanted, what she REALLY wanted, was to find the Puppetmaster, and to shove her combat knife up his ass. "Where . . . where are you?" The Puppetmaster giggled. The electric door slid open, ushering her into the hallway. [Just follow the Yellow Brick Road, bitch. I've got a very special planned for you, and all that's missing for the final act is my Star Attraction . . . your busted-up pussy. Now get walking, tramp. If you don't shut off the A-4-D-C-Ak within three hours people are going to start overdosing. Won't that be fun? I can imagine the look on your face when your heart explodes and you orgasm to death.] Nat walked out the door, strutting naked and holding her combat knife at the side of her swaying hip. The anticipation was killing her . . . literally. ##### The entire UNABU facility reeked of sex. The air was thick and humid like Natalie's small room got when she and Natasha finished a marathon of scissoring, and the air echoed with erotic moaning and elicit screaming. The first office she walked by was filled with a number of cute clerks getting the shit raped out of them by a tactical team; the soft, weak flesh of the office girls was easily dominated by the grizzled soldiers. Against the wall, the only male office clerk sat crying, masturbating his small penis pathetically as his girlfriend's anus was stretched out by a stud twice his size. A black-eye on his face told the whole story, that he had tried to keep his cute little coworker to himself, but the soldier easily defeated him, and now the love of his life was screaming her head off with orgasmic bliss, happy that a dominant, superior male had claimed her. The laws of nature had taken over here, and the bigger fish were eating the little fish. After lingering in the doorway for a while and watching, Nat finally tore herself away, pouting a little with jealousy that it wasn't her own anus being ripped open by the beefy jarhead. "Snap out of it Nat," she said to herself. "This isn't you, it's the drugs. You're not a slut. Don't let this shit-show Puppetmaster win." As she walked down the hallway she came by the interrogation room. A large glass pane separated the room so that prisoners could be observed under quarantine. The cell had been empty for weeks, but two naked, writhing forms filled it now. Puppetmaster's voice came over the intercom. [For the first part of our show we have two of my favorite actresses, together for the first time, introducing, the Vanilla and Chocolate Swirl: Natasha and Fatima! Take it away, sluts!] Nat gasped as she looked into the room and saw two of her squad mates resting on their hands and knees, their enticingly curved asses pushed against one another. The contrast between them was so stark that it gave Nat a sexual headache. Natasha was long and slender, her back a swooping curve of muscle, ending in a perfect round ass, her skin pale and flawless like a pearl. Fatima's body was a curvaceous tank, her watermelon-size breasts hanging heavily off her articulated, muscular chest. Her buttocks were big, thick, and powerful, and her skin was like warm dark chocolate. The two women's bodies were quivering, moving, pulling back and forth so that their asses slapped against one another, and Nat saw why. Embedded in their sopping cunts was a huge, thick double-ended dildo, between the shafts of which was a little motor that caused the phallus to vibrate, and hanging done the middle was a small canister that Nat could only guess contained highly concentrated A-4-D-C-Ak. [I've kept these sluts on the verge of climaxing for over an hour while you were sleeping like a naughty little baby. Sure, they've both had dozens of little orgasms, but all of those combined will seem like tickles compared to what's building up, especially when I flip the switch and that canister of SUPER concentrated A-4-D-C-Ak gets pumped into their slutty pussies. That shit is so powerful that it'll give anyone exposed to it a powerful enough orgasm to knock them into a coma, the exact same shit I experimented on Cinnamon Cumdrop as a test subject with. So here's the game. I'm only going to pump it into the loser.] "Loser?" Nat asked. She was terrified for her friends, but also incredibly aroused. To her own disgust, she wanted to see what would happen if the dildo erupted into them. [Their hands are bound to the floor by magnetic cuffs, neat little toys I found in the UNABU armory. In one second I'm going to release them, and these two bitches are going to fuck and fight each other for dominance. When I'm satisfied that one of them has been fucked into submission, she gets a cunt-full of my special bimbo-making-cocktail, and the winner gets to walk away. Alight . . .] "You bastard!" Nat screamed. [GO!] There was a metallic clicking sound as the magnetic cuffs were disengaged. Nat hoped that her friends would resist the Puppetmaster's game, but they were already half-crazed from all of the A-4-D-C-Ak induced orgasms of the last hour, and their minds were already reduced to a simple fight-flight-fuck-survive mentality. Natasha was the first to make a move, possessing the natural reflexes of a viper. Her long leg came up and kicked Fatima in the face, but it was only a grazing shot and her heel bounced off the Nubian's cheekbone. Fatima responded by rocking her body faster, plummeting the dildo into both of them harder, but most of the force going directly into Natasha's body. The Russian was much lighter and weaker than Fatima was, and there was only so much she could do to fight physics. Fatima slapped her ass against Natasha's so hard that the glass window shook, and Natasha yelped in pain. "Fatima!" Nat cried, pressing her naked body against the glass. "Don't do it! Don't!" But it was too late. Fatima roared as she reached back and took a fistful of Natasha's beautiful blond hair, pulling it back and revealing her robotic eye. Fatima pulled hard, bending the slender Russians body up like a capital 'U,' causing her milky white breasts to bounce up and down uncontrollably. The dildo may have been double-ended, but Fatima was in control of it, and she was using it to pummel Natasha's brains out. Fatima than switched gears, and instead of pulling back on Natasha's hair she pushed forward, bashing the pretty woman's face into the ground. Fatima than rose up, twisting and spinning over so she was in a dominant doggy position, on her feet while the Russians tits were pressed painfully against the floor. Fatima put her foot and Natasha's head, planted a hand on one of her firm ass-cheeks, and then started to plow, her muscular thighs slapping against the smooth flesh of Natasha's jiggling ass. The muscles in the Nubian's back flexed with dominant, feminine power as she used every ounce of her incredibly strength to drive the rubber cock into the weaker woman's body. "Aaa . . . uhg . . . bitch . . . I . . . FUCK! AAAAGGHH!!" Natasha screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks and gritting her teeth and she tried to resist the inevitable. "I . . . I . . . IIIIIIEEEEEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHH!!! Natasha's one blue eye went wide as she screamed, her legs shaking and her body quivering. She was cumming. Fatima pulled on her hair and held her in place as a painful marathon of overlapping orgasms jolted through her. It looked like a leak had sprung loose in her body, judging by the amount of cum squirting from her stuffed pussy, so much it looked like she was pissing herself. [And we have a winner!] The Puppetmaster laughed. [But don't feel too bad Natasha. You get a nice consolation prize . . . a pussy full of mind-blowing drugs!] Nat screamed and banged against the glass. A little green light turned on at the center of the dildo, and it started to pump a small but potent amount of purified A-4-D-C-Ak directly into Natasha's body. Instantly her body reacted, and the colossal climax from just a few seconds earlier now looked calm by comparison. Natasha started to flop around like a dying fish, her tongue sticking out and foam frothing from her lips. Her face twisted in an insane grin as a single, near-lethal orgasm ripped her mind apart, leaving her so exhausted she could barely breathe. The power running through her body was so intense that her pink nipples suddenly started to spurt clear pre-milk, and her robotic eye exploded with a flash of red sparks. After that she was left wiggling on the floor, her tongue licking the dirty ground, and she was babbling incoherently about nothing. [Wow! That was awesome! I want to see it again, don't you?] Nat was crying, both from shame at not being able to save Natasha, but also at her own, unwanted orgasm. She was actually humping the glass window. "No . . . you sick bastard, no." [Alright Fatima . . . SURPRISE!] Another green light went off, and the dildo instantly pumped a huge shot of A-4-D-C-Ak up into Fatima's pussy as well. She was caught by surprise and inhaled deeply, but she never even got to scream when her body went stiff and all of her muscles flexed to the point of exploding. Her toned stomach erupted into a six-pack, and then into an eight-pack, and then even into what looked like a twelve-pack. Her body was constraining against muscles that Nat didn't even know existed. Fatima's big, heavy tits bounced on her chest, and her chocolate nipples frothed with pre-milk. Her pussy exploded with a high-pressure spray of cum, most of it dousing Natasha's back and hair, but plenty spraying against the window as well. After almost a minute of this orgasmic electrocution, Fatima's body finally relaxed enough to allow an exhale, and she screamed. "FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!" Fatima's roar ended in a girly little whimper, her had body melting into a soft mass, and she fell to the floor unconscious, not even twitching like Natasha still was. "Fu . . . fuck," Nat whimpered feeling another little orgasm of her own, and feeling miserable for it. "I'm . . . I really am going to kill you." A door down the hall opened on its own. [Keep walking, bitch. I have such sights to show you.] Sobbing a little, Nat choked back her tears, and carried on, walking with a wide stance because the hairless lips of her pussy were so swollen. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to see more. ##### Puppetmaster must have been planning this attack for months, judging by how easily he had transformed UNABU into a circus of sadomasochism in just a couple hours. His voice over the intercom lead her to room after room, showing her increasingly sick and twisted scenarios he had coerced her coworkers into, and all of them bent to his will perfectly, thanks to his mind-altering drugs. One of the last rooms she was brought to was the gymnasium, not the small one she used for lifting weights, but the large one where martial arts were taught. Douglas was there, his sculpted ebony body shining like a dominant god, his thick cock slapping against his legs as he paced the room. The gym was crowded, with most of the people lined up along the walls, watching, masturbating, and waiting for their turn. In the middle of the room was a young intern, a little blonde French girl named Claret or something. Nat was a little surprised to see her, since Claret had barely turned 18 the week prior and still looked like a flat-chested teenager. A bet had even been going around the office about which of the UNABU studs was going to pop her cherry, with Douglas as an obvious favorite. Another man was pacing around Claret, his eyes locked on Douglas. He was another soldier from the look of him, a burly man with a large scar on his chest and a big, ugly cock that looked fatter at the tip than it was at the base. Nat understood was going on before they even started, and her own breasts leapt with excitement. They were going to fight for Claret. They were going to fight for her little pink cherry. Natalie Jenner vs Puppetmaster Douglas and the soldier charged at each other, and it was over quicker. The ugly brute went down with a broken arm and a concussion, Douglas standing over him with a brutal, dominant aura. He turned to Claret, and she submissively rolled onto her knees, pushed up her petite little butt, and offered up her very tight little cherry to him. She was crying. Of course she was. No amount of A-4-D-C-Ak and lubricant in the world was going to make Douglas big, fat cock slide into that tight little white pussy any easier. Douglas pried her little cheeks apart and spat onto her hairless mound, but that was all the foreplay she got. His black cock pulverized her cherry like a sledgehammer, and Nat cried out in jealous heat. "Oh . . . god, Douglas. Fuck her, fuck her, FUCK HER! Rip that little slut's pussy in half. God! FUCK ME TOO!" Nat screamed and cried, but Douglas couldn't hear her. She was locked out of the gym, forced to watch from the window, uselessly bucking her hips against the locked door, wailing like a pathetic, horny virgin. "Don't worry sweetie . . . I'll fuck you," a woman with a sticky, tired voice said. Nat turned back, enraged that someone would interrupt her masturbation. It was Caitlin Callahan, and she looked like shit. Her naked body was covered in layers of crusted, dried semen, and her curly red hair was filled with used condoms. Judging by the sleepy, semi-retarded look on her pretty freckled face the Irish woman had been the sole-focus of more than one gang-bang, which was appropriate considering she was already the office cum-dumpster. "Fuck off, Callahan," Nat growled. "I may be horny as hell and drugged up to my eyeballs, but I still have enough pride not to have sex with trash like you." Callahan smiled insanely. "That's no way to talk to a superior officer, young lady. Now get your pretty little butt over here and kiss me." Callahan stuck out her long tongue and licked her lips, causing a good amount of cum to ooze out of her mouth. She was more full of spunk than the condoms in her hair were. "I said fuck off, your worthless whore-bag." Callahan was getting impatient. "You stuck up little bitch, always looking down on the rest of us. I'm so sick of your high-and-mighty attitude. Just because you're not as honest with your body as I am with mine doesn't make me a bigger slut than you. I know what you do at night, with that Russian tramp, and I know when you're not with her you're fingering yourself all night and chewing on your pillow, fucking loser. At lease I get cock. At least I've fucked Douglas." Nat was close to her boiling point. "Fuck . . . off." Callahan just snickered and then dove forward, pushing Nat's naked body against the window, thrusting her own messy breasts against the younger woman's firmer, perky tits. Callahan pressed her lips against Nat's, kissing her deeply, moaning as her tongue wiggled its way into Nat's mouth. Nat's eyes went wide with shock. Her body was so sensitive that she instinctively kissed back, unable to contain herself, but at the same time Callahan's mouth tasted like a swampy mix of semen, pussy, and asshole. Nat was horny as hell, but she was pissed as shit. She broke the kiss and then slammed her forehead into Callahan's face, causing it to snap back painfully. Nat then brought up her knee and sunk it right into the Irish woman's well-used cunt, the hard bone landing against the soft flesh with a wet thud. Callahan took a few painful steps back, grabbing her crotch and gritting her teeth in pain. Her tear-filled emerald eyes opened just in time to see Nat performing a perfect, beautiful spin kick, looking like a cross between a ballerina and a ninja. Callahan was so hypnotized by the sight of Nat's well toned ass that she didn't bother to dodge the hard heel of Nat's combat boot as it struck the side of her head, knocking her so hard that her semen-crusted body did a 360 in the air and landed on the ground, flattened and unconscious. Callahan was out, but that didn't stop Nat from stomping the wasted whore right in her gut, which ended up being a mistake, because the Irish woman then puked up a big wallop of cum from her stomach, and it splashed against Nat's thigh. "Filthy cunt," Nat growled, and she grabbed a handful of the Irish woman's red hair to clean off her leg. Once done with that she left Callahan there and marched on. [Haha. Nice show,] Puppermaster said. [And I wasn't even planning that one. Alright bitch, it's time we met. I hope you had a fun day, because one way or another, this was your last as a free human being.] "Where are you?" Nat screamed at the ceiling. [I'm in the storage facility we're you shitheads have been storing all the Bio-printers you've confiscated, where you Philistines have locked away the very wombs of my new master race. I can think of no better place to end this.] Nat snickered, rubbing her thumb along he puffy lower lip. "Neither can I, baby. Neither can I." ##### If Nat had been thinking straight she would have used stealth, tactics, and the element of surprise to storm the storage depot, but she wasn't thinking straight. She was painfully horny and saturated with drugs. The A-4-D-C-Ak was very near to lethal levels and if she couldn't shut it off in the next 45 minutes it was very likely everyone in the UNABU facility was going to die a very painful, very erotic death. Instead of sneaking in and taking a sniper position, she swaggered into the depot like a stripper walking down a catwalk, her firm breasts bouncing slightly and her long legs spread wide. She couldn't stop herself from moaning at everything, and licking her lips just to taste a little bit more of the semen aftertaste from Callahan's dirty kiss. She felt like she was on ecstasy, molly, and every other happy drug all at once, and she hadn't even been to a rave in over a year. She wasn't sure how this was going to go down, but she was sure hoping it involved a fat cock. As soon as Nat strutted to the center of the large depot lights started to flicker on. The bio-printer's had all been uncovered and rearranged, each a giant artificial womb with the potential to create synthetic life in almost any form. One of them had been opened and was currently in use as a throne. A naked young man was sitting in it, or a Prin of one anyway, with baby-smooth skin and a lithe musculature. He was hairless, somewhat petite, but the rock-hard mast standing erect from his waist was anything but boyish. It was as thick around as Nat's ankle, pulsing with veins pumping artificial blood, stacked with two testicles the size of apples, and judging by its length it was easily 13 inches from balls to the tip of its bulbous head. Nat couldn't see it all though, because bouncing on that massive cock was a sexually devastated Penny. Penny's battered, sopping pussy was sliding up and down the length of Puppertmaster's cock, her body just a little too small to take all of it. She was moaning and weakly screaming as her brain was fried by a single, constant orgasm. She was so full A-4-D-C-Ak that the tears running down her face looked like semen. Nat could only assume that she was too far gone now. Penny would never speak a full sentence or have a single coherent thought ever again. She was just an empty, wet shell, good for nothing but getting fucked. "Bastard," Nat whispered, her fist clenching so hard her nails cut her palms. "Just . . . one . . . second," Puppetmaster responded, grabbing Penny by the shoulders and pushing her down, her ruined vagina stubbornly sliding all the way to the base, causing his baseball-bat of a cock to bulge in her get. "FUCK!" he yelled as he came, the sudden blast of drug-infused semen filling Penny so quickly her stomach inflated like a water-balloon. She screamed vainly at the ceiling and actually started to vomit thick white cream all over herself, her never-ending orgasm brought to a painful crescendo. Her body started to slide back up the mile of dick, and she popped off like a bottle rocket, falling to the ground and exploding from her every hole with cum. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Nat screamed, running forward, ready to crush his skill with her combat boot . . . but she stopped. The handsome, cute face starring back at her was familiar, although she had never seen it in person. Sexy blue eyes, spiky blonde hair, and the most arrogant smile she had ever seen. It was Benjamin Bishop. "Surprised, whore?" Benjamin asked, stroking his impossible cock. His dick was still spewing cum, and some of it splashed against his handsome cheek. The bulbous head was so high up that he could have easily sucked his own dick. "But . . . how-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND I'LL TELL YOU!" Benjamin reached out and with inhuman strength grabbed Nat by her hair, twisting her neck back, and then slamming her forward. The hard head of his phallus popped into her throat and pushed its way down, bulging obscenely in her neck as her sexy chin got closer and closer to his heavy testicles. He started to slide her head back and forth over the full 13 inches, throat-fucking her so deep that the helmet was going into her stomach. It took all of Nat's concentration just not to choke to death. She was not a natural cocksucker, although she had found herself in this position more often than she liked to admit. "My family made their fortune producing Prins, making them better than anyone else, but I can't be satisfied with that. Do you know what Prins are, you miserable cock-cushion? They're the next step in human evolution, the FINAL step. Most people can't see past their own dicks to understand the Prins' full potential, and UNABU fascists like you do everything you can to hold us back, but what I am represents you're undoing. I'm a living, breathing human being, but my limbs are Prin." Natalie started to gag when she saw he was telling the truth. There were small lines around his shoulders, thighs, and crotch. They were nearly invisible but they were there. He had amputated his real arms and legs and replaced them with Printed ones. Nat was so disgusted that she launched her fist up into his balls and smacked them so hard one was nearly driven up into his hipbone. "FUCKING BITCH!" Benjamin screamed, releasing her hair. Nat slid off and fell to the ground, her lips popping off the flanged rim of his helmet, gasping for air and choking on the fluids in her throat. She wobbled to her feet but Benjamin was quicker. He grabbed her wrists and pulled up, causing her breasts to bounce on her chest. "Looks like you need some softening up first, huh bitch." Benjamin gyrated his hips and snapped his mallet-sized phallus against Nat's unprotected pussy like it was a weapon, smacking her lips with the force of a powerful kick. "AAAGHH!!" Nat screamed, tears instantly coming to her eyes. Benjamin flung her against the open bio-printer he had been using as a throne, her head smacking against the steel frame. She was too dizzy to stop him from pushing the globular helmet of his dick against her wet, bruised labia. His hips found her waist and gripped her tightly. "Fuck you, Natalie Jenner." Benjamin thrust forward, all 13 inches of his well-lubricated cock punching her in the gut so hard that it felt like her stomach was going to get pushed up into her rubs. "HOLY . . . GAAAAWW!!!" Nat bawled incoherently, her organs being rearranged as her sensitive nipples were smashed against the cold metal of the bio-printer. Benjamin grabbed her hair and began to buck, fucking her with the full force his artificial limbs were capable of, his soft hips slapping her firm buttocks, his heavy balls swinging up and battering her clit. It should have been painful, but the A-4-D-C-Ak in her body made it the most intense, mind-blowing sex she could ever remember having, not that her fogged brain could recall much before the last hour. The vast majority of her conscious mind was melting away, devolving into a primitive, animalistic 'id' that wanted nothing more than to be fucked by the Puppetmaster's hard, glorious cock. Only one small part of Nat's personality stayed intact, a single spark of rationality lost in a dark sea of sex. "You're losing bitch," Benjamin mocked, fucking Nat so hard that her feet curled up off the ground, and she was held aloft by nothing but the pounding meat-spike crushing her insides. "You're about to go past the point of no return. I hope you survive this, Nat, I really do. You would make such a wonderful sex-pillow, mindlessly sucking and fucking yourself on my dick for the rest of your worthless life. But alas, I don't think it's meant to be. I am going to fuck you to death, Natalie Jenner, and then I'm going to fuck your teammates to death, and then I'm going hunt down what few friends you have and fuck them all to death, and then I'm going to . . . going . . . ganna . . . FUCK! YOU TIGHT BITCH! SO GOOD! CUMMING!!!" Nat's eyes rolled back and her body shivered with blissful submission as a bucket-load of A-4-D-C-Ak gushed into her womb, a sensation that was both cold and sizzling hot at the same time. Like Penny, her gut expanded with the copious flood of artificial semen, but her tight musculature couldn't accommodate it all, and most of it began to blast out the sides of her over-stuffed cunt, oozing down her legs and pooling on the floor. Benjamin whimpered a little as the orgasm caught him by surprise, and after a minute of just holding her in place and squeezing out the last of a massive nut, he began to withdraw, the 13 inches popping free after an eternity of wet, fleshy gliding. A gallon's worth of cum splashed from her defeated pussy, and Nat slipped to the floor nearly unconscious, her face splashing into the pool of cum. Unconsciously, her tongue slithered out and she began to weakly lick up the mess on the floor. It was delicious, like frosting on a birthday cake. Benjamin laughed. The notorious Prin-hunter Natalie Jenner was passed out in a pool of his cum. Perfect. The Puppetmaster bent down and grabbed Nat by her hair, pulling her semen-coated body up into a seated kneeling position, and he began to run the wet head of his cock all over her face, smearing her lips and cheeks with her own sexual fluids, even pushing wads of cum into her eyes and nose. "So, how do you like the superiority of Prin-dick, retard?" Nat couldn't stop herself from kissing the mighty godlike appendage that had conquered her, rushing her tongue weakly up and down the delicious slit of his urethra. But she wasn't completely finished . . . not yet. "You . . . you like being a Prin-hybrid?" Nat asked, her voice almost incompressible from exhaustion. "You know it, bitch." "Then . . . you should . . . have more." "Have more? Have more what, you stupid-" With the last of her strength Nat reached into the bio-printer and grabbed a thick, rubber hose that was capped with a long, uncomfortable looking brass spike. It was actually an injection needle, one used by the printer to pump a Prin's thick, noxious fluid into its body. Holding Benjamin by the shaft of his dick, Nat stabbed the spike directly down his pee-slit. "AAAAAGGGHHH!!!" Benjamin screamed as five inches of sharp brass fucked his cock. "Have it all, faggot," Nat said, flipping the bio-printer on. The machine began to pump thick, creamy ooze that smelled and tasted like human semen directly into Benjamin's massive cock. His balls instantly began to swell, already the size of apples, they were the size of cantaloupes within a few seconds. His cock was growing too, bulging and stretching to the limits of what it could handle, bending at painful angles as it filled with the invading fluid. "No . . . no, no, no, no," Benjamin cried, fumbling to pull the spike out, but Nat pushed he hands against the ground and kicked straight up into the air with a sexy rising mule-kick, the heel of her combat boot hitting him right in the chin. Benjamin fell on his ass, and by now his cock was so swollen his little arms could not reach the spike. Nat stepped on the shaft of his dick, pressing it painfully against the ground, and giggled sadistically. She puckered her lips and gave him a sexy, arrogant smile, even blowing him a kiss. "Bye, bye Benjamin," Nat said, feeling his dick reach its bursting point. Benjamin's last conscious thought was of how beautiful Natalie looked, and of much he hated her. POP!!!!! ##### Benjamin survived, but the experience of having his cock blown up was too much for his brain to handle, leaving him a semi-comatose vegetable, and a dickless one. The Bishop family paid hundreds of millions of dollars to cover everything up, quietly moving their son to a facility run entirely by their own Prins to care for him, and bribing the right people in the UN and UNABA HQ to not make the events of the Puppetmaster Raid public, not that UNABU wanted the world to know that they had been infiltrated by Prins twice in one year. Their reputation was fragile enough. Most importantly was what Sebastian Bishop did to make amends though. UNABU scientists had been certain that those exposed to such high levels of A-4-D-C-Ak were done for, permanently retarded to the point of becoming hedonistic animals, just as Nat's team had been, but that was not entirely so. The Bishop Company had actually developed a means of counteracting the A-4-D-C-Ak and returning the victim back to full cognition, albeit with a somewhat heightened libido. Unfortunately the cure required the human immune system to do most of the work itself, which meant that the process still took weeks, and the only way to make it work faster was through constant, hard, rigorous sexual exercise. So, under UNABU orders, all of the staff affected by A-4-D-C-Ak were relocated to a UN resort in the Caribbean Sea, where they were to commanded to fuck each other silly until back to normal. So Nat was really just following orders as she smothered her face into a pillow, trying not to scream as Douglas Cartwright pulverized her g-spot from behind. He was mounted over her in a doggy-position, smirking arrogantly as his big, black cock pushed Natalie into her fifth orgasm in less than half-an-hour of sex. They had been fucking like bunnies for almost a week, and although Nat always acted as though it was nothing but a professional courtesy to work the A-4-D-C-Ak from their bodies, she was secretly in heaven. "Mmmmm," Nat screamed into her pillow, her toes curled up like little pink shrimp, her body quivering under the expert onslaught of Douglas's very experienced dick. "Stop . . . acting . . . so . . . tough!" Douglas yelled, yanking hard on her hair as her drove his shaft balls-deep, hitting her g-spot like it owed him money. "HOLY SHIT! FUCK ME YOU FUCKING NIGGER!" Nat screamed at the top of her lungs, too aroused to care that she had never spoken like that before, her pussy erupting like a sprung leak, turning the ruined mattress they were fucking on into a damp swamp. "You're going to get it now, baby," Douglas laughed, happy that he had finally fucked Nat out of her shell. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, straddled her chest, and pushed his cock between her firm breasts. Nat opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue just in time to get the first several threads of his orgasm right in her mouth, gulping it down happily as the rest decorated her face. She screamed gleefully when Douglas pinched her nipples and twisted them. Nat didn't always like it so rough, but right after an orgasm as good as the ones Douglas gave her made Nat very receptive. She didn't even mind it when he spanked her. Douglas panted and groaned as his orgasm slowly subsided, and Nat continued to milk his cock between her breasts, sucking on his velvety head for every delicious drop. Douglas eventually fell back onto the bed, moaning deeply. "God . . . fucking . . . damn. I'm exhausted." Natalie Jenner vs Puppetmaster "I need to go get something to drink," Nat said, getting to her feet and walking naked out of the room. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Will you be good to go again, or should I find someone else?" "Yeah . . . yeah," Douglas said, although he wasn't sure he'd be able to get hard after busting three nuts into Natalie just this morning. "Damn baby, you're insatiable." "I'm just getting the job done," Nat lied, swaggering into the living room of the suite she and Douglas were sharing with a dozen other UNABU members. She was greeted to the sight of Fatima and Natasha wrestling on the floor, struggling for dominance as the fought with a big double-ended dildo impaled into both of them. Ever since the game they were forced to play by the Puppetmaster, an intense rivalry had formed between the two warriors, and now they used sex as a contest to decide who of them was the grater woman. Who could fuck the other into submission, who could fill a mug with semen first, who could make Penny cum faster. It had been nonstop all week. "Still hogging Douglas all to yourself?" Caitlin Callahan asked jealously, lazily masturbating on the couch. She wasn't completely naked, but the only thing she had on was a very tight green t-shirt that read "Fuck Me, I'm Irish," which was so stained with cum it was almost transparent. If Callahan had been the office cock-cushion before, she was basically just a sex-toilet now. She had been passed around so many times that people were actually starting to get bored with her. At that moment the door opened and in walked Penny. She looked like a hot mess. If anyone at the resort rivaled Callahan for pure cocksucking-asslicking-pussyeating-sluttiness, it was Penny. She was returning home from a long night partying at a rave held at the other end of the island, and she had clearly been fucked by every single person though. Her slutty colorful clothes were ripped and stained with sex, a glow-in-the-dark condom was stuck to her face, and from the look of her big green eyes rolling around she was still high on any number of drugs. "Damn, I'm tired," Penny said, stumbling over to the couch. "I think I sucked off over a hundred guys. My stomach is so . . . so . . . bbbbBBBWWWAAAaaaahh!" Callahan couldn't move out of the way quite fast enough, as Penny doused her in a thick stream of projectile vomit entirely composed of semen and vodka. Callahan couldn't even bring herself to scream as she just sat there holding her arms out and quivering with rage, dripping with the culmination of Penny's night out. Nat was disgusted, but she allowed herself a giggle as she went into the kitchen to eat and drink something. She figured she'd make a sandwich for Douglas as well. He was going to need his energy after all.