Laurel, Twins, The Vidset Pt. 01

Laurel, the Vidset, and the Twins

Part 1

It was a lonely Friday night for Professor Laurel Quaintance, the magnificent fiery Irish redhead. She decided to forgo the usual trip to one of the NIB's usual hangouts for singles. The linguist professor grew tired of the typical bullshit that made up the bars pickup lines and watered-down booze. Laurel decided to spend the night in her quarters bundled up on the couch with a massive bottle of sweet red wine, painting her toenails a cobalt blue.

Laurel sighed, rolling her eyes while watching "I Was A Teenage Porn-Addicted Robokopia" on Lifetime channel with her three cats Boudica, Dragon, and Princess. (Dragon also went by the name "Cat Sabbath" on occasion.)

An hour into the movie at around 10:00 p.m., there was a knock at her door.

Who in the hell could that be? Getting off the couch to answer the door, she peeked through the peephole to see who it was. Hmm, this is weird. Opening the door, the Twins were standing there grinning, holding an odd-looking Vidset.

Dressed casually in jeans and very short belly shirts, they smiled, asking if they could talk to her. Both of their voices freaked Laurel out as they were in perfect unison with each other. It was as if you had a headset on and heard everything in stereo all around you.

"Sure come on in, I am just watching a ridiculous movie," Laurel told them as she closed the door behind them. "Please have a seat anywhere." She told them. "Would you like some wine or something else?"

"Yes please," they said, "we will have some wine, thank you."

Heading to the kitchen to get two more glasses, Laurel was wondering what these two minxes were doing in her quarters. She poured them a drink each, and they thanked her. Laurel had heard of their conquests, and most of them were sexual. Sitting back down on the couch, Sarah handed the Vidset she was gripping to Laurel.

"We would like you to adjust our bodies until you like us," they told her, "our weapons have been removed until our next assassination so we cannot hurt you."

"Excuse me, what do you mean by "adjust you"?"

"We are Pansexual. Are you bi-sexual? Do you like girls?"

"Well, that is kind of a personal question. I mean I did a lot of experimenting in college but―"

"―that is perfect. You will love us. We will love you. We know what love is now. People in love, fuck."

What the fuck? "Why are you here in my quarters and not out there at a bar? I mean, both of you are fucking gorgeous."

"We are not allowed off base or inside of the NIB's Officer Quarters until we are fully tested, and we know that you are alone tonight and thought you might want to play with us." They told her, smiling. "You are beautiful, and we love beautiful things. We have never fucked a magnificent looking redhead as yourself."

Holy fuck, what the hell is going on? Is this someone's idea of a joke? Is someone recording this trying to set me up?

"We are not allowed to adjust ourselves. A legal guardian or anyone over the age of twenty-one can control our moods using that device."

Laurel looked over the weird-looking Vidset powering it on. "So, how do you use this thing?"

"We are both connected to the same program. Anything you swipe will change both of us simultaneously."

"So, you two are like living dolls that someone can change to suit their needs?"

"Exactly!" they both exclaimed. "We love sex, so that is a given on the meter that you are holding. We like it turned up to about 8.67 or higher. That makes our juices flow."

"Holy fuck," Laurel blurted out as she gulped a massive swig of her wine. Swiping a screen labeled "Costumes," the Twins went from casual dress to wearing all white lingerie and high heels. They both looked as if it were their wedding night. They commented on her choice as a good one. Swiping the "Color" section, it changed the white to a deep blue.

All three of them blurted out "wow" at the same time.

"Damn, this is so cool!" Laurel said as the Twins were now wearing Daisy Duke short shorts, cowboy boots, and cropped top flannel shirts. "Whoa, that is very Rebel-like of you two!" There were millions of combinations of clothing, hairstyles, shoes, and "extra sexy" moods available. "Okay, I am just going to close my eyes, swipe, and we will see what comes up. Are you okay with that?"

Both of them nodded "yes" excitedly.

Closing her eyes swiping a few buttons, Laurel opened them. The Twins were both wearing Band-Aids across their pointy nipples and nothing else. They both smiled at her, standing up, asking for her approval. Twenty toes were shining on the Twins painted their usual chromatic heliotrope. Their pubic hair was an electric purple that glowed as well as the tips of their long magenta-colored hair that touched the top of their perfectly shaped buttocks.

"Uh―yeah―I approve. Wow," Oh, boy, I am in deep shit here. Grabbing the bottle of wine, Laurel took a considerable swallow using two hands, gulping, and gulping, and gulping. Wiping the droplets of wine from her face that had leaked onto her chin, she stood up, letting her robe drop to the ground. Somehow, she had lost all inhibitions, revealing her statuesque nude body to these two perfect specimens of women.

"Oh fuck, what did I just sign myself up for?" Laurel asked them, rubbing her forehead. "What is that wonderful vibration? I have felt this before in the conference room. It goes straight to my vagina."

"That is our vibration, baby. You are in for the night and possibly the next day of your life, our new redheaded sex doll. Your cuffs match the collar, yummy! We like blueberry pancakes in the morning, by the way. Do you like blueberry pancakes?." They said in unison as they moved in for the sweetest kill ever.

"I LOVE blueberry pancakes, yum!"

The three cats went running for cover, while Kat and Sarah's bare feet morphed into their infamous boots, making their irresistible seductive bodies six inches higher.

"DAMN! WOW, You two could make a corpse cum. By the way, call me, "Ginger"... I'll be right back. I have to change into my playthings."

"By the way, there is a "special" code you need to enter to put us into "master" or "slave" mode.

"Seriously? Holy crap, you two should be teased and played with, so I think you will be my slaves for a while." Laurel said, mischievously entering the code.

"Yummy!" the Twins told her as they finished their wine, "from here on out, we need to be told what to do at all times." pouring themselves another glass of sweet red nectar. Toasting each other clanking glasses, Laurel headed for the bedroom, zipping up her teal leather outfit. Teal was her favorite color.

She could hear the Twins talking as she began seductively putting on her seven-inch teal spiked high-heeled "fuck-me pumps." The vibration Laurel felt before in the conference room that night was back. Only this time, she could see it all the way through to the end.

"Here's to an incredible night of passion with our new Ginger." the Twins toasted to one another clanking glasses together.

"Do you two like music?" Ginger yelled from the bedroom.

"Yes, we like electronica, like Glitch Mob."

"Do you like Apocalyptica?"

"Fuck, yes, we love them!" they yelled back to her.

The song "I'm Not Jesus" by 'Apocalyptica' began to play throughout her quarters."

Ginger walked out of the bedroom with flowing scarlet hair smelling like sweet musky perfume carrying cat-o-nine tails leaning against the doorjamb licking her scarlet lips. Her leather outfit was a tight teddy with a zipper that went from the bellybutton all around her bottom, running back up her spine. There was an open spot between her large breasts showing off her luscious cleavage.

Both of her tight ass cheeks were sticking out of the bottom of the outfit. She was wearing a teal dog collar with silver spikes and a silver-plated leash attached to it, hanging down her back. The open-toed teal high heels had crisscrossed straps up her calves with pointy spikes on the back.

"Wow! You are fucking hotter than hell!" The Twins exclaimed as they walked over to her kneeling at her feet. "Is that a whip, mistress?"

"Yes, it is, you slave whores. It is a cat-o-nine tail. It is nine pieces of cord, each tied with a series of knots. The device traditionally punished sailors in the British Royal Navy by whipping their bare backs. It is thought the cat-o-nine tails got its name from the 'scratches' it left on a man's back. I am going to use it on your gorgeous asses while you beg for mercy!"

"Oh, my God-yum!" They exclaimed. "May we be whipped, mistress?"

"Yes, you may. Now turn around."

Sarah and Kat both turned on all fours, laying their heads on their arms on the floor. Those gorgeous heart-shaped asses were sticking up in the air waiting for whatever was coming next.

Wow, these two are for real! Look at those perfectly shaped bodies, damn. Ginger took the whip grasping it firmly in her right hand, and cracked it across Sarah's behind.

Sarah jumped slightly, asking for another as the whip struck Kat across her cheeks. Kat jumped, turning to Sarah, kissing her on the lips. They both wiggled their asses higher in the air begging for more. Ginger whipped them several more times. Their cheeks turned extremely red as they continued to kiss each other, jumping and moaning louder with each crack of the whip.

"You bitches like that, don't you?" Ginger asked, intensely becoming turned on by this entire scene.

"Yes, mistress, may we please have more?" Both of them begging in unison.

"First turn around, and service my toes," Ginger told them as she slowly unzipped the strip from her navel, under her crotch, stopping above her buttocks. The Twins were licking and sucking on each of her teal pained toes. Ginger squatted down, holding on to their heads while they cleaned her feet. Pulling on their hair, Ginger spanked each of them with an open hand. Her pussy was inches from their faces. "Can you smell my musky scent?"

"Yes, mistress, it smells wonderful," They told her as both received more spankings.

Reaching down, Ginger swiped some of her sopping wetness that had gathered at the bottom of her vagina. Picking up Sarah's head, she stuck her finger in front of her face. "Lick my pussy cream." Sarah did so with a fever pitch, making sure to clean between her fingers as well.

Gathering more juice on her finger from inside of her hole, she offered it to Kat, who lapped it up, sucking on her finger as if it were her last meal.

"Stay on your knees and follow me," Ginger told them as she grabbed the bottle of wine, taking another massive gulp, and sat on the couch with her legs spread as wide as they would go. "Sarah, tease my clit with your tongue. Kat, eat out Sarah's asshole and rim it."

"Yes, mistress," they both replied, getting into position. "We love the color of your pubic hair. We are suckers for redheads. They make us wet."

Oh, my God. These two cannot be for real. They are like programmable sex-machines. I have got to get me one, or two, of these. Ginger removed her boots, letting her pretty bare feet sit upon Sarah's shoulders. Sarah opened her mouth wide, flicking her tongue back and forth over Ginger's clit. Gripping Sarah's shoulders with her toes, acting like tiny fingers, Ginger grabbed her breasts and began squeezing her massive mounds, tweaking her nipples through the leather top.

"Ohhhhhh, Sarah, you are soooo good at that! Oh, fuck that feel so good, baby!" Ginger's body tensed up as Sarah was like a non-stop clit-licking machine.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Sarah yelled as Kat probed her asshole with extreme pressure and a tongue that could conform into a tiny tapered wet tip that no one else in the world could contort. Kat drilled into Sara's asshole, making sure she was receiving the most pleasure she could get. The three of them moaned and wiggled as Ginger kept peeking down at the beautiful tongue lashing she was receiving.

"Ohhhh fuck Sarah, you are so beautiful, my slut. You look so good, licking out my pussy hole! I am going to cum so good!"

"Yes, mistress, please cum in my mouth. I need your cream," Sarah told her as she stabbed at her sticky hole with her long tapered tongue.

Rubbing her clit wildly, Ginger raised both of her beautiful feet into the air, spreading her toes. It felt wonderful to have her pussy eaten out by this gorgeous creature who would never stop eating her unless she told her to. Tugging on her fleshy pussy lips, pulling on them, and teasing them, Ginger grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair and ground her snatch onto her glazed over mouth and chin.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Sarah, baby, I am going to cum, baby, please eat me faster!"

The lapping at Ginger's hole became faster and harder as Sarah opened her jaw as wide as it would go, pressing her mouth over her entire hole and began sucking hard while her tongue probed the inside of Ginger's hot pussy.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggg! HOLY FUCK! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh IIIIIIII aaam cumming, baby, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh I never have ----"

Ginger could not finish her words as her body convulsed, her legs and toes shot straight out up into the air, and her hands grabbed Sarah's shoulders, gripping them madly with the most intense pleasure she had ever felt in her entire life!

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Sarah never stopped for one moment, as she was now fixated on Ginger's clit, giving her another multi-orgasm. Sucking and teasing her puffy clit at a high rate of speed, Sarah began to shudder and shake. Kat was rimming Sarah's anus, kissing it, sucking on it, and spitting on it. A finger made its way into her asshole as Sarah moaned aloud.

Watching this personal performance, peeking over Sarah's ass, Ginger was so turned on she was on the verge of another orgasm. "Kat, eat Sarah's pussy hole! Make her cum, you whore!" Ginger shouted as she began another incredible assault on Sarah's face with mouthfuls of sweet pussy cream. Sarah started to lap it up as she received Kat's mouth sucking on her dripping hot hole.

"Wow! Holy shit!" Ginger said as she wiped the sweat off her face. Picking up Sarah's head from her swollen pussy, Ginger brought her head to hers as she bent down kissing her.

They exchanged Ginger's juices as Kat sucked on Sarah's flush pussy lips and hot little hole. Running her hands through Sarah's magnificent purple hair, Ginger held onto her cheeks, kissing her gently. "Where have you two been all of my life?"

"Waiting for you, mistress," Sarah told her.

"Do you want to cum, baby?" Ginger asked her, running her tongue all over her lips.

"Yes, please, mistress, may I?"

"Oh my God, yes, you may, and I want you to cum hard, baby. What position is your favorite?"

"Just like this, on all fours. I would like my tongue deep inside of your asshole while Kat fucks me with her cock."

"Kat has a cock?"

"Yes, we can morph into either gender, size, and shape."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me?!"

"No, mistress, you might want to take off your shorts so I can spread your asshole a little wider. That way, I can get deep inside of you."

"Holy crap! This I have got to see." Ginger shouted as she stood up, wiggling out of her leather teal shorts. Wow, I am dripping down my leg. Ginger swiped the creamy goodness with her finger and sucked on it, savoring the incredible taste.

Swiping the Vidset from the end table while grabbing the bottle of wine, Ginger looked at all of the combinations available on the app. She passed the bottle around to Sarah and Kat, who sat waiting for a command. "What is your favorite color next to purple?"

"It is deep crimson or deep blue," they both said.

"Okay, what is your favorite outfit?"

"G-strings with no top," they both answered back within a second. "There are G-strings with the built-in vibrators inside of them."

"Wow, well, here goes nothing," as Ginger swiped the Vidset screen a couple of times. "I think I want to tease you two first before we get all hot and heavy."

"Oh, yummy, mistress," they both said simultaneously.