Mummified Remains Ch. 04

Ten minutes earlier, Zoey had asked June to start work on a couple of worksheets Noora had provided. June agreed, only to proceed to start watching a Twitch stream on her phone. It was clear to Zoey that June didn't respect her as a boss or authority figure and that stuck in her craw.

Not that Zoey was prepared to remonstrate June. At most, the girl was only a handful of years younger than her and Zoey doubted she would actually listen. She wondered if June treated Noora like this. Zoey doubted it but said more about Noora than anything else. The professor had a calm, subtle way of commanding respect. It hurt to lose that respect - something Zoey understood the pain of firsthand.

"Hey June, how are those worksheets coming along?" Zoey asked.

To Zoey's shock and outrage, June didn't even bother to look up, instead holding up her index finger as if to say, "hold on a minute, I've got more important things to do."

Okay bitch, Zoey stewed to herself, if you want it to get dirty, I'll play dirty.

"June, I think you should turn your phone off and start on the worksheets."

"One second," June said petulantly. The girl sounded like a child whining to her mother.

"No, now June," Zoey said. "Please."

June didn't respond, instead choosing to ignore Zoey completely. This really pissed Zoey off. She had tried being polite repeatedly and this freak had disrespected her at every turn. How did Noora even end up with a weirdo like this in a work study? It was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

Zoey marched over to June's desk and slammed her open palms down on the hard surface. The resulting bang startled June, causing her to let out a throaty screech.

"What is the matter with you?" Zoey demanded. "This is a work study. It's basically your job. It's not time to watch videos and goof off."

June Ota fixed her bewildered gray eyes on Zoey, looking equal parts terrified and enraged, but she said nothing.

"I know I'm not a professor, but I'm still in charge of you today, June. I'm not going to let you goof off for the next hour and a half, got it? Now I want you to get up and start sorting items in the storage closet. And I want you to leave your phone out here."

June scoffed.

"You can't take my phone."

"No, but I can leave a report to Professor Abadi detailing just how disrespectful and childish your behavior has been."

June made a guttural sound in the back of her throat that may have been a growl and then finally uttered the word, "fine," in a huff.

Zoey handed June the instructions for the storage closet, forced the girl to leave her phone on the desk, and watched with satisfaction as the blue-haired weirdo trudged over to the closet in shame and quiet rage.

After days of keeping her tail between her legs, Zoey felt good to be on the attack. However, the righteous fury quickly died away, leaving her to wonder if she had been too harsh on June. After all, some of these work studies were literally just busy work. For all Zoey knew, Noora let June watch videos for the entire period. Before Zoey knew it, she was feeling guilty rather than triumphant.

The feeling was so bad that Zoey was ready to open the closet door and apologize to June when there was a knock at the entrance to the office. Zoey started a little and bustled over to see who was there. Part of her desperately hoped it was Noora come back early to relieve her of this torture.

Instead, Zoey opened the door to find three women she didn't recognize standing before her. The woman at the front was tall - at least six feet, and powerfully built. There was something familiar about the woman that Zoey couldn't quite place. The two other women were gorgeous. Their bodies were curvy and voluptuous, and their faces carried the refined features of models. Zoey immediately felt intimidated in the presence of such powerful femininity. These women were practically goddesses and here she was wearing dumpy cardigan and sweatpants.

"Um, hello. Can I help you?" Zoey struggled to say.

The powerful-looking woman up front suddenly looked disappointed as her eyes scanned the room.

"Is Noora Abadi here?" the woman asked, her voice dark and confident.

Zoey shook her head.

"She's out. I'm running her work study today."

Suddenly, the woman pushed past Zoey into the room. She seemed to be looking for something. Meanwhile, Zoey was starting to get nervous. There was something wrong about this situation.

"Is there a student for this work study?" the woman asked.

Zoey thought about the situation. Three intimidating women had shown up unannounced to the office asking for Professor Abadi. Now the apparent leader of this trio was asking questions in a way that seemed suspicious. Even if Zoey didn't like June very much, she didn't want to put the girl in danger.

"The student hasn't shown up yet. They might be sick for the day," Zoey lied.

She glanced over at the closet quickly and hoped June wouldn't give herself away. Something about this situation raised Zoey's hackles and the last thing she wanted was for the freshman to get dragged into it.

"Do you want me to leave a message for Professor Abadi?" Zoey asked.

Instead of answering, the leader woman motioned to the other two. The girls entered the office and shut the door behind them.

"What's going on?" Zoey asked.

The leader chuckled and stepped closer to Zoey. Up close, the woman was imposing. Not only was she tall, but she was built like an amazon or a female bodybuilder. The woman radiated power.

"I don't have a redhead yet," the woman said, eyeing Zoey up and down.

"I think you should leave," Zoey said.

The woman smiled and shook her head.

"I'm not going to do that."

Suddenly, the other two women were on either side of Zoey, grabbing her by the arms. Zoey tried to struggle out of their hold, but she wasn't strong enough to fight off the two of them.

"Do you want money?" Zoey asked, panic rising in her voice. "I don't have a lot, but I can give you everything I have."

"I don't want money, silly," the leader said. "I want you."

Zoey's head spun. How could things have taken such an awful turn so quickly? She supposed this had been the story of her life for the past few days. It felt like everything had been swept out from under her. This was just the cherry on top. Whatever these women were going to do to her, it wasn't going to be pretty.

Part of Zoey hoped that June would pop out of the closet. Maybe between the two of them, they could manage an escape. However, no sound came from the storage closet - June either failed to notice what was happening or was choosing to wait it out.

The leader of the pack of women approached Zoey and cupped her cheek. Up close, the woman's eyes had a strange light to them, making them almost hypnotic. Zoey knew she should struggle and try to escape, but as the woman ran her powerful hands across her body, she felt the fight leave her, replaced by paralyzing terror.

"You're a cute one," the woman said. "You aren't Noora, but you'll make a fine new addition."

Suddenly, the woman stepped back and began to undress. She took off her top first, revealing a truly impressive chest. Her breasts were large, and firm and her midsection was heavily muscled, revealing powerful abs. Zoey gazed on the woman's physique, feeling a strange sense of awe.

Then the woman pulled down her black skirt, giving Zoey an even bigger shock. The woman was not wearing any panties, revealing her bare crotch as she disrobed. Where her vagina should have been, there was instead a penis - the biggest penis Zoey had ever seen. The fleshy member was tied to the side of the woman's leg with string. Beneath it hung the woman's testicles, which bulged and glowed softly with foreboding light.

As Zoey stared at the woman's cock, she felt a terrible sense of familiarity. Although she hadn't met this woman before and certainly hadn't seen her naked, Zoey was filled with Deja-vu centering on that throbbing cock.

Zoey flashed back to days earlier when she had pulled a mummified phallus out of a small box and showed it to Arman. That had been the start of all her problems. This couldn't be the same penis, right? It seemed ridiculous, but something in Zoey's gut told her it was true.

The woman untied the restraints on her cock, causing it to swing upward, bulging at full mast. Fully erect, the woman was easily a foot long, maybe even longer, and thick.

It suddenly clicked in Zoey's mind that the woman was about to rape her with this monstrous penis. This caused an animalistic urge towards self-preservation to erupt in the young woman. She immediately resumed her fight against the two women at either side of her, clawing and biting and swinging her arms as hard as possible. She needed to break away. She needed to escape and get help. She could not let this woman rape her - especially not with that vile, monstrous cock.

Zoey's struggle was paying off. The women were beginning to lose their hold on her. A little more fighting and she would be free. Then, without warning, one of the women did something unexpected. The one on Zoey's right grabbed her and kissed her. Before she knew it, Zoey felt the woman's large, soft breasts press against her own chest. She tasted the sweetness on the woman's lips.

Zoey's head became fuzzy as the woman kissed her. She grew dizzy and her strength left her. It was almost as if she had been drugged.

There was something terribly pleasant about the way the woman kissed Zoey. It was so soft and inviting, nearly making the redhead forget the danger she was in.

When the woman broke the kiss, Zoey felt a twinge of disappointment. Zoey gazed at the woman; her vision blurred slightly. The woman was very beautiful. She appeared to be Latino, with olive skin and plump, luscious lips. Her hair was dark and luxurious.

No, Zoey thought. I need to get away. I can't get distracted now.

Zoey tried to resume her fight, but she was much weaker than before. What had this chick done to her? Had she slipped her something during the kiss? That was the only answer, right?

Suddenly, Zoey felt soft lips on her neck and shoulder as the other woman began to touch her. The woman's lush curves pressed into Zoey's back. So soft and so sweet.

"You know you want to stop fighting," the woman who kissed Zoey said. "This has to feel good."

When Zoey answered, her speech was slurred as if she had just pounded several shots.

"Wha-what did ya do to me?"

The woman smiled and shrugged her shoulders before saying, "I just kissed you."

Zoey's body was starting to heat up as the woman behind her kept kissing her and holding her. She could feel hands on her small breasts, caressing them gently. It all made her feel both horny and drunk. She knew she needed to fight back, but her body refused to obey her mental commands.

The leader chuckled. She was standing there, watching the scene unfold while stroking her mighty cock. Already, dark fluid bubbled from the tip.

"I'm impressed. I thought I would have to force it, but you two managed to subdue her all on your own. Good thinking, Kelsey," the leader said.

The woman who kissed Zoey beamed and said, "anything for you, master."

Master? What kind of freakazoids were these people?

The leader woman stepped closer to Zoey, her cock swinging back and forth like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. By now, Zoey had next to no strength left, so when the woman began to pull off her clothes, all she could manage was a soft moan of protest.

"Oh, stop whining," the girl named Kelsey said. "You're going to love this. I certainly did."

"She's right you know," said the leader. "It'll go a lot easier if you just give yourself to me."

The woman yanked off Zoey's cardigan and ripped her bra to shreds. The cool air of the office caused the redhead's small nipples to grow hard and erect.

"Fuck you," Zoey answered, struggling to say the words.

Suddenly, Zoey's sweatpants and panties were down around her ankles and the leader woman's enormous cock was pressed against her crotch. The bulbous head of the thing burned and twitched. Up close, it seemed so inhuman.

"No," the leader said. "Fuck you."

Suddenly, Zoey felt the head of the woman's cock press against her entrance. The woman moved slowly, inching Zoey's pussy apart. Even so, the meaty rod was much too big for the redhead.

The woman pressed harder and Zoey felt the cock enter her. A flash of searing pain brought tears to her eyes. It was too much! How could any person take a dick this big?

The pain slowly faded as the cock pushed into Zoey inch-by-inch. Zoey's vagina stretched to encompass the mammoth penis and soon, the throbbing, bestial member was buried to the hilt. Zoey felt the woman's hefty balls slap against her buttocks. The whole experience was surreal.

The leader woman let out a deep, satisfied groan and kissed Zoey on the lips before whispering to her. Zoey could feel the woman's massive dick twitching inside of her. There was a vile, repulsive intimacy to the way their flesh was meshed together.

"God, I love this. Being inside you, so close. Soon you'll love it too, just wait and see."

"Pull it out," Zoey begged. "It's too big."

Despite Zoey's pleas, her body was already starting to betray her. The pain in her vagina was quickly fading, giving way to a pleasant ache. Her skin was on fire with passion, her tits especially feeling good.

Even worse, Zoey could feel the woman's power working on her. A little voice in her head made her want to give in, even though doing so meant accepting something so horrible that she could barely comprehend it.

"Don't be like that," the woman said. "Accept me. You'll feel better when you do."

Zoey wanted to spit at the woman and curse her. She wanted to fight back, but she knew what the woman was saying was true. Already, the whisper in her mind was getting louder.

The woman pulled her cock out, moving slowly so that Zoey could feel every inch of the behemoth as it dragged along the walls of her pussy. Then, when only the fat, bulging head of the monster remained, the woman thrust forward again, moving faster this time.

Fire erupted in Zoey's pussy as the cock pushed deep once more. By now, both the other women were kissing her again, only intensifying the pleasure of the moment.

I can't let them do this, Zoey thought. I can't let them win. Why does it feel so good to let them have me?

Again, the woman pulled her girthy prick out of Zoey and again she thrust forward. The pleasure was ramping up. Zoey's weakened body went completely slack. She felt the leader woman hold her in impossibly strong arms.

She's fucking me, Zoey thought. She's fucking me and it feels good. Better than with any guy. I hate that it feels so good.

Soon, the leader had worked herself up to a rhythm, pushing in and out as Zoey began to squeal and moan in rapturous pleasure.

Accept me. You'll feel better when you do.

Zoey knew this was correct. The last shreds of her sanity were holding on by a thread. She wanted to resist. She wanted to endure this and escape, even if it meant being fucked by this monster and her two lackeys. The problem was the pleasure. It felt so fucking good! Why did something so horrible have to feel so wonderful?

"Stop fighting," the leader said.

The other two women echoed their master's command. The words weaved their way through the tissues of Zoey's mind, changing her thoughts.

It wouldn't be so bad to give in, right? In the end, this crazy dick-woman was going to fuck her and cum in her no matter what, right? Zoey might as well enjoy it while it was happening.

Zoey let out a long sigh. She had fought well, but in the end it had been futile. She gave herself over completely to her attackers, relishing the feeling of being railed by such a glorious cock.

"More," Zoey cooed. "Give me more."

"That's the spirit!" the leader roared, pumping even harder.

By now, Zoey's body was a carnival of dark pleasure. Her whole body burned and tingled and ached in the best ways possible. She loved it so much. To be held by this powerful god of a woman. To be bred like an animal. Was anything so deliriously pleasant? Zoey couldn't think of anything to top this perfect experience.

Suddenly, the leader let out a thunderous cry and slammed her cock deep into Zoey's folds.

Zoey cried out as an intense wave of cold filled her entire body, replacing the heat and arousal from just moments prior. The space around Zoey seemed to go dark as if she had been a dark winter pond.

She's taking something from me, Zoey thought. Some inner light was being drained away, never to come back.

For a moment, Zoey was horrified. She had given herself over to this monster and now she was losing the most vital, important essence of her being. The worst part was that she only recognized that essence now that it was being taken from her.

The pain only lasted for a short while. The leader began to pump her cock in and out again. Zoey could feel the massive organ spasming violently within.

Without warning, there came a burst of liquid warmth unlike anything Zoey had felt before. The woman was cumming inside of her, splattering her pussy with boiling lust. In an instant, Zoey no longer felt cold. In fact, she was burning up! Her whole body caught fire, filled with heat that dwarfed the previous arousal. This feeling was on a different level.

The leader woman's cum soaked into Zoey's flesh, tainting it with hot, goopy darkness. As the woman's essence pumped in, Zoey moaned and screeched, spittle flying from her lips.

The more cum filled the redhead's pussy, the more her body began to change. Her modest chest itched and burned as pressure built up rapidly. Within seconds, Zoey's small tits began to blossom, swelling pulsating bursts of feminine growth. What had been small handfuls of titflesh burgeoned into perfect orbs fit for Aphrodite herself. Meanwhile, Zoey's dime-sized nipples bulged into turgid, rose colored tips perfect for sucking and tweaking.

All the blemishes on Zoey's skin disappeared as her complexion paled to porcelain perfection. Her body grew much curvier than before, her ass swelling and her legs filling out. All these changes made Zoey delirious with lust - so much so that her consciousness quickly began to fade.

It was all too much. The rhythmic throbbing in her pussy, the hot, syrupy cum pumping into her body, and her changing body. As Zoey's body completed its metamorphosis, she reached an orgasmic peak higher than any she had ever experienced before.

Then Zoey slipped into darkness. When she woke up, she would have a new master and two lovely sisters. She would find her body to be that of a sex goddess, filled with power and beauty.

Had Zoey remained awake, she may have been inclined to give away June Ota's presence in the storage room. After all, she hadn't much liked the girl when she hadn't been under the potent supernatural influence of a half-demon. Now, the last bits of her sense of morality were shattered - all bets were off.

However, by the time Zoey woke up in her master's apartment, her sisters kissing her tits and belly, the blue-haired weirdo June Ota was the last thing on her mind. There was far too much fun to be had to worry about all the weirdos in the world.

So, Zoey slept like a baby, held in the powerful arms of her new master.

***

Miranda walked down the path with Randy, enjoying the feeling of the jock's powerful arm around her shoulder. She didn't see Randy as a boyfriend really, but it was nice to be held.

Randy desired her and that was wonderful. It felt so good to be wanted by others. Miranda thought back to earlier in the day - to the marathon of sexual pleasure she had experienced with Randy. There had been so many firsts.