Voluptus Ludum Ch. 03

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Rebecca watched through lust hazed eyes. As her stomach continued to grow, becoming monstrous in it's own right, almost seeming to contain toddlers rather than infants. She should've been concerned about this, seeing as how a normal woman would've died from the sheer amount, but she trusted her mistress with her life, and only felt pleasure as her abdomen increased in size. As the spurts began to decrease in amount, she had one last orgasm. One so powerful she fell unconscious.

Emily pulled completely out of Rebecca, spraying the inflated woman with the last of her orgasm. At last she felt sated, as she surveyed her handiwork she couldn't help but feel slightly amazed. Rebecca's pussy leaked a constant flow of cum, but even then her stomach hardly shrank. Emily scooped up a handful and was once again amazed when she FELT the sperm wriggling on her hand. She probably should've been concerned about this, but the recent orgasms had made her mind almost unable to process this fact. She studied the thick, jelly like cum in her hand and grew curious as to the taste of something so absolutely thick. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped up what she could. Instantly she was taken by the taste.

Despite having tasted her juices before, this was on an whole new level. It was indescribable as she planted her lips over the leaking hole of her unconscious slave, lapping up as much as she could, and almost experiencing an orgasm from the combined taste of Rebecca's bittersweet juices and her cum combined. Her cock quickly returned to it's full glory, leaking copious amounts of pre cum. Reaching a hand down, she tried her best to stroke it, her hand barely getting halfway around the demonic girth. Still she felt more pleasure, as the addictive jelly like cum coated her taste buds, a hand on her cock and the other on her breasts, kneading and pinching the sensitive flesh, she could feel yet another orgasm building. Just as it began to shoot up her length she stood, and aimed it around the room, acting on another wild impulse. After that she couldn't stay awake any longer and fell beside Rebecca, falling asleep quickly.

Back in the present Emily was stroking herself to another orgasm. She felt Rebecca get up beside her, but couldn't care as pleasure raced through her entire body, until she felt a hot mouth engulf the tip, sucking up the pre-cum pouring from it.

"Oh god!" Emily cried and thrust once, cramming a foot of her length down her servant's throat, who only looked at her with joy in her eyes. Once again Rebecca was fed gallons of semen, and she loved every minute of it. After that the two surveyed the damage to the room.

The walls were white to begin with so nothing seemed different there. However the bed, bedside tables, lamps, and other various items were painted in cum. Emily picked up a discarded shirt and found it to still be damp, dripping with her semen, and the massive tv had it's screen hidden behind a wall of drying cum. Rebecca whistled in astonishment.

"We really did a number on this place huh?"

"Yeah." Was all Emily could say in reply. They sat like that in silence when Emily's stomach growled loudly.

Rebecca giggled lightly and said that she'd go and make breakfast. Emily offered to help, but Rebecca told her that she wanted to please her mistress through more ways than just sex. Deciding not to push the subject, Emily just nodded and laid back, feeling the bed sheets and mattress squelch beneath her. They'd have to do something about that, she thought, and remembered that she needed to reduce her cock back to normal, seeing as how it was hanging by her shins, despite it's flaccid state. The mats were strangely immaculate, as though not a single drop of cum had touched them. Shrugging it off she removed the largest futa card and replaced it with the smallest. She also removed Rebecca's.

She then headed downstairs. Upon reaching the cavernous living room she noticed Rebecca's goddess given deck, and began to look through it. All the creatures were anthropomorphic lifeforms, while the equipment cards seemed to be centred around making them stronger and immune to power reduction. Running back up stairs, she grabbed her deck intending to possibly add anything to it from the new one she'd received. As she placed it down she remembered that she was still naked and coated in cum.

A quick shower later she wished for her clothes, and seeming to react to her will Emily's suitcase full of clothes was right outside the bathroom. Once dressed she went back to work on her deck, taking out a few less usual equipment cards and replacing them with new ones.

"What'cha doing?" Emily heard Rebecca ask as she sat beside her, naked as the day she was born, though still coating in dried cum, however this didn't seem to bother her in the slightest.

"Just modifying my deck." She said and Rebecca leaned in closer, her large bust pressing against Emily's arm, "A-anyway don't you need a shower?"

"Yeah." She said and stood, about to leave before turning back and, with a seductive smile she asked, "Would you like to join me?"

Emily looked at with longing, but decided that she didn't want to get so dirty so soon.

"I'll pass for now. But I'll be sure to make it up to you later, 'kay?" She added upon seeing the disappointed expression of her servant's face, which lit up at the promise.

"I look forward to it. By the way, could you finish up with breakfast?" With that she left for the shower. Emily could smell breakfast quite clearly, and followed the scent to the kitchen. It, like the rest of the house, was immaculate, what wasn't however was the food. Rebecca was clearly not a cook, which went with what she had said earlier about rarely sleeping here. In a frying pan were some eggs, but they were burnt beyond helping. There was also some horridly burnt toast as well.

Sighing, Emily went about throwing out the ruined meal and preparing a new one. She didn't quite have the energy to prepare something extravagant, so she settled for recreating the eggs and toast that Rebecca had tried at. When it was almost done, she heard Rebecca walk up behind her.

"Damn that smells good. I'm amazed you can cook this stuff." She noted and Emily noticed that she was only wearing a towel, one that was wrapped tight around her bust. Turning her gaze away she replied:

"It's not that hard when you have to live alone."

"That reminds me, why did you live alone?" Emily looked down at the eggs, which were now ready, as was the toast.

"Breakfast's ready." She said, trying to dodge the subject. Rebecca seemed to understand and didn't press the matter.

They ate in silence, except for Rebecca occasionally complimenting Emily on her cooking despite the simplicity of it. When they'd had their fill, Emily went about putting the dishes away in the dishwasher, while Rebecca left to get dressed. As she did her mind wandered to the reason why she lived alone; back to those painful memories.

Throughout her childhood Emily had been alone more often than not. Her parents hardly had time for her, and would often leave her alone even at the age of eight. They would call babysitters, but they were grumpy old men or women, who clearly would prefer to be anywhere but there. She was raised to be quiet, something her parents and babysitters considered very pleasant, but made her seem weird at school, where the kids were often loud, speaking their minds freely. She only spoke when spoken to and wouldn't look anyone in the eye, afraid of the only gazes she knew: contempt, disappointment, or uncaring. That was all she knew for so long.

When she turned entered high school she had no friends nor confidence in anything except studies. Her family would buy her only the essentials, clothing, school books and bags, and food. They didn't give her pocket money, despite having more than enough money to do so, and it was more a fact that they would simply forget, and she was too timid to remind them. Around this time her parents marriage was becoming strained, which quickly turned to divorce. After this her life became slightly better.

Emily's father got custody of her and they began to talk more. They chose to live in an apartment similar to her future one, however it cost far less than the house, allowing her father to work slightly less often. She couldn't remember what he did, but he was good at it. He took her out places from time to time, asked if there was anything she wanted from the stores, and how school was going. It was as though all the contempt he had exuded before just went away. To Emily this was a good life.

"Hi babe. I have something for you!" Rebecca said as she hugged Emily from behind, jolting her from her memories.

"Wha-What is it?" She asked surprised.

"I made reservations at this restaurant for dinner. It's supposed to be really good, and it has private booths for couples." She explained excitedly, licking her lips sensually at the last part.

"You didn't need to-"

"Oh, I know." Was all she said, cutting Emily off. She just shook her head lightly, grinning all the while.

"Well then, what should we do now?" Emily asked.

"I have a few ideas." Rebecca said suggestively. Emily's grin widened at this and she felt her cock stir in her jeans.

Several hours later Emily and Rebecca were in the restaurant, in a private booth. Emily couldn't help but look around in wonder at it all, having never to been to such a high end restaurant before.

"This place is amazing." She marvelled aloud.

"Yeah I guess," Rebecca replied, clearly used to a place like this. She leaned closer to Emily and whispered in her ear; "But I can think of something far more amazing." Before her mistress could say anything, Rebecca ducked under the table and set about freeing the monster contained within Emily's jeans.

"Rebecca!" She whispered sharply, "We can't do it here. This is a public restaurant!" The last syllable came out as small cry of pleasure, as she felt Rebecca's cool hand grasp her warm, flaccid cock.

"Hello ma'am. I'll be your waitress this evening, can I get take your order?" A private room would be nice, Emily thought as Rebecca stroked her, bringing her cock to it's full glory.

"Uh, I'll have the, uh, salad!" Her voice rose an octave as her servant's tongue lapped at her dripping tip.

"Very good. I swear you had someone with you, will she be back soon?" Oh god, if only she knew, Emily thought.

"She, uh, told me that she'd like the, uh-"

"Same, but with lots of dressing." Rebecca whispered up to her.

"She'd like the same, just, ah, with extra dressing."

"Ma'am are you okay? Your face is red." She asked with worry.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine once I get some water please."

"Right away." With that the waitress left, with their orders, and letting Emily breathe a sigh of relief, which turned into a gasp of pleasure, as Rebecca engulfed her head in her cock hungry maw.

"We're gonna get caught if we're not careful!" Emily whispered frantically.

"Then we're just gonna have to finish before anyone suspects anything." Rebecca replied and suddenly took several inches of Emily's throbbing cock in her mouth and down her throat.

"Alright if that's the way you want it." Emily said and reached under the table to grip Rebecca's head on each side, before she could formulate a response she was pulled done the entirety of her mistress's cock, forcing her throat to stretch around it's girth. Emily kept her there for several seconds, until Rebecca tapped her hands, signalling that she needed air. Waiting a few more seconds, which brought her servant to the brink of unconsciousness, before pulling her off, and hearing her gasping for breath, the heat of her breathing rushing over her slick cock, bringing a small moan from Emily's lips. Without warning she pulled Rebecca back down.

Emily struggled not to yell out in pleasure. Rebecca was slobbering wildly over her cock, while her tongue lapped at whatever it could, combined with the swallowing motions of her throat, it was a miracle Emily hadn't cum yet. But she could feel it building quickly. She moved Rebecca so that her mouth only engulfed her head, while she moved a hand to jerk herself off, her hand flying thanks to the amount of spit that coated it.

"Here it comes!" She whispered, her voice filled with enough passion that it seemed to echo through the room. With that she moved her hand back to Rebecca's head and pulled her back down, where she fired the first all powerful shot. It was a miracle no one heard her.

The spurts were slightly audible, despite the head being buried deep down Rebecca's throat. But that was beyond their care at that moment; all that mattered was the sensation of cumming, and being filled with cum. As the orgasm reached the halfway point, by which Rebecca was practically drowning in cum, her body no longer having the elasticity it had before, forcing rivers of white to flow from her mouth. Meanwhile, the waitress returned, carrying the two's orders.

"Ma'am, are you sure you're okay?" She asked as she placed the meal down. Another powerful spurt further overfilled Rebecca's stomach, causing a large amount to erupt from her filled mouth. The waitress heard that and, rather than wait for an answer, she crouched down, pulled up the table cloth, to reveal Rebecca, her eyes rolled back into her head, and her lips stretched around what could be a third arm. This seemed to overwhelm the waitress, who stood back up and walked away, her expression strangely blank.

Soon after Emily's orgasm had come to an end. After cleaning the delightful tool of all it's cum, Rebecca sat back on her seat, her make-up smeared with cum and sweat. Pulling out a handkerchief, she wiped herself down, and proceeded to eat her second meal, despite her stomach being so full it was slightly bloated.

"She saw you, you know." Emily stated.

"I know, but this restaurant and it's staff know me, and they know I often bring men here. In fact more than a few have already seen me giving head under the table." She explained calmly.

"I guess if you say so... What if she's new though?" Emily asked, worry still thick in her voice.

"Did you have a chance to read the card description on the one you used?" Rebecca asked out of nowhere.

"No, but-"

"It says that it produces pheromones to attract the desired sex. Meaning that since you desire the female sex, your body is producing pheromones to attract them. In short, she's probably attracted to you, in fact," She looked over at the waitress, who was dealing with a nearby table, "I think she definitely is." As if on cue, Emily looked over at her, and met the woman's eyes. They were filled with lust, so powerful that it rivalled Rebecca's, or even Emily's. An idea popped into her head.

"Wanna take her home with us?" Rebecca simply smiled her most seductive smile.

Once we were finished, we called for the waitress. When she arrived, it was clear that she was flustered and that desire waged unending war against her control, though with us in her gaze it clearly gained strength. I could practically smell her wet heat growing.

"You know, you're pretty good looking." Rebecca stated, causing the waitress's blush to deepen.

"Th-thank you." She stuttered, her voice low and slightly husky.

"What's your name?" Emily asked, her mind's eye seeing past her uniform, through the underwear, and picturing her kneeling before Emily's massive tool.

"Alice. Alice Fae." She introduced herself. Realising that she wasn't doing her job she showed them the bill, to which Rebecca pulled out a large wad of cash, no doubt more than enough to cover the bill two times over.

"I have to ask Alice," Rebecca said as she carefully placed the necessary amount down.

"What?"

"How horny are you right now? After seeing my Mistress's massive cock shoved down my throat, pumping it's thick cum into my stomach?" Alice could obviously remember the scene in detail, as her breathing sped up. Emily leaned closer, her cleavage very clearly exposed.

"I have my own question: Do you want to see it again?" The waitress's eyes flashed at the offer.

"Oh, god yes... but I don't get off work for another hour." She said, obviously unhappy about it.

"Don't worry, I know your boss, one minute with me and you'll be coming home with us." Rebecca said, and, not giving the young woman a chance to reply, left to 'talk' with the boss.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy tonight very much Alice." Emily said with grin akin to the Cheshire Cat's. They sat together while they waited for Rebecca to return.

"By the way, Alice, do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar." Emily looked the woman up and down, while going through all the people she might have met recently.

"I was thinking the same thing. It's like I saw you in a dream." Only now did Emily notice the slight German accent. She thought back to the day twelve women were all gathered by Sors Nepellus, and among them was a silver haired, German girl by the name of Alice. Putting two and two together Emily looked at Alice closely, going through every detail she could remember and finding that her appearance matched the memory.

"I didn't think any other participants were in America." Emily said and saw the recognition flash in Alice's eyes.

"I thought I recognised the two of you. How have you been?"

"Good. It's not easy adjusting to all that's happened, but it's been seriously fun too." Emily response was tinted with lust at the memories.

"Hey, have you tried any of your cards yet? Or did you choose to have the creatures be separate?" Emily asked.

"I haven't even touched that deck. I'm almost afraid of what might happen. But I choose to turn into the creatures." She answered, then asked; "Wait, does that mean you used them? Is that why you have that cock?"

"Yeah!" Emily answered enthusiastically.

Rebecca came back at that moment.

"Sorry that took so long, damn bastard tried lasting longer than normal. So, ready to go?" She asked, turning to Alice.

"Actually, I think I'll pass tonight." Alice got up and went to leave, but Emily stopped her,

"Oh no you don't. I said you'll enjoy tonight, and I meant it. Don't you want to see what we can do?" Emily asked, gesturing to herself and Rebecca.

"I-I, uh, I don't-"

"Trust me Alice; my Mistress can make you cum harder than you've ever imagined." Rebecca stated, her voice husky with desire.

"Mistress? Does that mean she-"

"Yes, we fought and I won, making her my sex slave." Emily said matter of factly, then added; "Don't worry that won't happen to you, not unless we're called to play and I win... which I will anyway." She added under her breath, a brief shadow passing over her eyes.

"I-I guess I can then..." Alice said, sounding young and almost lost; very different from how she had originally seemed.

"Great! Let's go." Rebecca said excitedly and the three left, Mistress and Servant grinning in anticipation, while Alice looked about nervously, despite the lust raging within herself.

It took all of twenty minutes to arrive back home. Alice was obviously shocked into silence as she walked up the long pathway leading to the mansion, her mouth agape and her eyes wide as she took in the scenery, despite the darkness. She had calmed down a little upon reaching the front door, but that quickly changed as Rebecca opened the door to Wonderland. Alice almost fell back at the strong scent of what was obviously their earlier activities. Though it disgusted her somewhat, another side of her couldn't help but get excited.

Walking inside the place was immaculate. If not for the smell of sex, one might never have guessed the filth that had just hours earlier been committed within this place. Alice stared around in wonder, taking in everything as though it were the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen, even the simplistic coffee table seemed to interest her. Or it might have been what currently sat on that table: A Voluptus Ludum deck. Alice's eyes soon found it.

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