Not Just a Blob Pt. 04

Slowly, Jane stepped up onto the small stool by the table, then twisted and sat on the edge. She flinched as the doctor stroked her shoulder gently as she swung up first one leg, then the other.

A she sat, he leaned across her midriff and inhaled deeply.

'Aah, the sweet scent of Jane's arousal. You had better not tell me you began without me, young girl,' he laughed humourlessly, 'or I shall be most disappointed indeed! Lay back, go on now.'

Jane did so, silent. In her mind she was calculating, her odds on escape, her odds on taking control of the situation, her odds on allowing the entire charade without attempting anything, maintaining cover. He spoke again.

'Jane, my dear, you seem to be a little apprehensive! What's the matter? Scared?' The doctor was at the foot of the table now. Jane hadn't noticed, but Emily and her accomplice were by her head now, each one lifting up a medical strap used to secure violent patients to the operating bench. She didn't resist as they pulled the thick padding taut around her wrists.

'Scared?' The doctor snapped again. In the blink of an eye a blade was in his palm and slashing across her leg. A gash appeared, welling blood. She let out a tiny gasp of shock, which translated through her gag to a stifled moan.

'Did you like that, my dear?' He asked again. He grimaced evilly as he slashed the blade across her other thin. 'Was that as good as the first? What about this?' Another flash, another cut, this time on her thigh. 'Or this? Or this?'

The last gash drew a thin, clean streak up the inside of her thigh and the blade had come to rest underneath her labia, the doctor leaned inwards to carry the length of the slash. His rage gone as quickly as it came, he inhaled her scent, closing his eyes.

'Aaaahh. Such sweet, sweet musk.' He breathed by her vagina some more, deeply entranced in her aroma. Even the girls, having secured her ankles, were sniffing at the air as though they too could detect her sex.

Jane watched the act. She had evaluated her options and come across a divided draw between "play along" and "try and take over". Escape -- especially now -- was impossible. She watched the proceedings with interest. She could wait, and bide her time here. After all, although these had not been her intended target, three individuals could prove to be more beneficial than one, especially if no suspicion arose from the four of them going missing for this period of time. This doctor may even be of more use than Centiago.

The doctor's eyes opened, and to Jane they almost looked milky. He stared into hers for the longest time.

'Oh... Oh Jane...' he whispered softly, still leaning over her, his hands on the table edges, gazing into her eyes. 'I've loved you from the first moment I saw you... I've yearned for you, begged for you, pleaded god almighty for your sweet embrace...' He trailed off, lost in her beauty. Then, almost in a trance, he glanced down towards his own throbbing member, then back to her, his hand falling to his length. Slowly he climbed onto her, resting his weight onto her body, his chest pressing against her belly. He snuggled her form for a while, cupping her breasts to his face and gently kissing her skin, rubbing his fingertips over her stomach and nibbling at her nipples with a baby's grace.

She could feel her sex on his navel. He could feel his penis against the cold table. The girls, silent watchers, entranced by the unusual ritual performed before them, watched on. One, the unknown girl, had a hand to the front of her skirt.

The doctor raised himself and looked at Jane, and then kissed her. Full, loving, rolling. Jane kissed back, allowing nature to perform. Both her programmed mind and Jane herself would have both done the same, as, in this bizarre instance, both would have acted identically. It was a rare moment of solidarity between versions of the same girl for Jane.

When he was done, the doctor lifted himself up and positioned himself. Then he prised her open with one hand and entered her canal. He slid inside her, smoothly, firmly, right to the hilt. Her thorough lubrication -- and his -- ensured a pain free coupling. He could feel every ripple and wave of her insides, every bend and every widening. His head was tender and aroused, having already had Emily's thickly oiled hand flying along it earlier and bringing forth a load of his seed against Jemima's bared pussy, a small requirement for their bargain, and, although he didn't tell them, a way to prolong his lasting time when it came to the big moment for him. He wanted to be inside Jane forever, and as soon as he let go the girls had done their part of the deal.

Jane felt him slide up into her until his tip touched her depths, stretching the tight entryway she had prepared so carefully for Centiago. He was long, and reasonably thick, his member plunging into her pussy wetly. His oil and her pre-cum made for a seamless experience and she felt him begin to slide in and out of her with ease despite her powerful muscles already clamped in readiness. He fucked her, missionary style, pumping his hips forward into her. She let him in, suckling his cock with her walls, inviting him to speed up and go deeper. He began to pant, bouncing himself against her, his balls tapping rhythmically against her asshole. After a while, a small string of lubricant began to seep from her hole and adjoined the thin skin between her holes to his balls, a sticky web of sexual fluids.

The girls in the back watched on, both silently rubbing themselves, Emily pressing her thumbnail against her clitoris, feeling her own pussy damp against her panties. Jemima did similar, three fingers going white as they pushed shirt and panties against her entryway. They might not have wanted to fuck the psycho, but they didn't have to. They were buying sexual favour immunity for their dorm, and all they had to do was give Jane to him. It was her he really wanted.

He was going hard now, Jane bouncing against the hard metal, her breasts rolling on her chest. Her arms had gone taut against her bonds, muscles bulging against skin, and saliva was dripping past her own bra stuffed in her mouth and down her cheek. She could feel her Master's orders soothing her brain and calming her will, submitting her again. Calmness and control settled over her as approval soothed her very cells. This would end up working out for her. Master was happy. Her willpower melted away and slave Jane took over, not that there was much of a difference other than the guise of human personality. She thrusted her hips up, slamming her pussy up against him as he fucked her. His cock throbbed and she could feel his head as it flung back and forth inside her canal, her walls massaging his seed from his loins. She prepared to receive his load, opening her sealed uterus and letting her small store of His essence seep forth.

Although she had leaked it passively from her vagina and indeed from her very skin all day, especially once they had removed her panties earlier, this was the concentration that would subdue all three of them. Pure alien lifeblood, created by her, by her!

She let his force flow down her insides, running in rivulets over her rippled walls, seeping over and into his cock, seeking out and finding its way into his penis. More still seeped past his shaft, leaking out of her widened lips as they were rammed by his dick. It dribbled onto the table and ran down her wide open legs, more running over his skin, seeking out untouched hosts. The uninfected would be consumed. On impulse, both girls stepped forward as one, up to Jane's feet. Each girl looked once at the other for a moment, then did what they knew they must. They each reached up under their skirts and pulled aside their panties, revealing their horny labia, before, first Emily, then Jemima, positioned themselves on tip toes and prised themselves wide open with two fingers.

Then they sat on Jane's toes.

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Jane's essence felt their warmth instantly, could smell their sex. The crystal clear fluid sought them out, flowing against gravity itself down her legs to them. Within seconds it was flowing up inside them, seeping into their cunts. As soon as it was all in -- it was perhaps only a few drops each, ten seconds worth of sitting and fucking her toes at the most -- both girls simultaneously stepped back, their cunts slipping off Jane's toes. They fell to the floor, Emily against a bench, viciously assaulting their vaginas, clits already expanding into firm nubs of pure arousal.

The doctor was close, fucking Jane for all he was worth. He was in a bliss, his mind swimming. It was all he could do to keep his load in, clenching his insides as tightly as possible.
It didn't take him long. Master, that is. Within seconds the essence was buried in his nervous system, and a moment later it was in his brain, seeping into the very neural pathways themselves. Seconds later, he lost willpower, and with it his control, and, as his muscles relaxed and his eyes opened and he blew his load hard and forcefully into Jane, he was gone.

For all the effort he had gone to to get the very girl of his every dream here for him to have sex with, to lose his very virginity to, he hadn't even been there to see the payoff.

All four came at once, Jane's pussy clenching so hard around him that it squashed closed his pipe. Her cum sprayed milky cream against his body, out from under his cock and up past her clit, into his chest. It burst out in waves, her hips pulsing forwards, splattering her ejaculate against his body. As soon as her walls relaxed, his cock burst his load into her, relaxing as he squirted semen deep within her body. As for the two girls, Emily and Jemima both moaned in bliss with their eyes closed as they came, their fingers identical blurs as they fucked themselves with their digits and crushed their clits against their skin in mind consuming efforts to feel more and more utter orgasmic bliss.

Jane rocked, her mind a blurry mess as she came. All four of them seemed, for an instant, to share a mental link, their orgasms exploding as one, their sensational joy shared and their bliss quadrupled.

When it was done, he fell limp against Jane's breast and the girls relaxed completely against whatever they had fallen into before. Jemima was limp on the floor, three fingers still inside her, her skirt around her neck. Emily slumped against the counter and toppled to the floor, a wet slapping sound as her skin hit the hard sterile surgery floor, plopping down in a pool of her own ejaculate.

Minutes passed.

Jane's mind restarted and she awoke. She took stock and observed the room. Her plan, and her power, had succeeded. The joy of victory, and of Master's approval, flooded her brain and a silent, motionless orgasm of slave happiness rocked through her. Her now empty cunt gently pulsed and she smiled, her eyes closed. She whispered a prayer of thanks to her Master.

A few moments later, one by one, the other three awoke. First the girls, who stood and stared at the table, at Jane. Then, at a nod from her, they came to the bench and lifted the doctor off of Jane's form. Both girls gazed in wonder at Jane's labia, transfixed by it. They completed their action despite this, and the doctor woke as he was lifted. He shook his head, his eyes focussing, before he too caught sight of Jane's goddess's pussy and stared in wonder. The three of them watched, hypnotised, as it twitched slightly from the previous dual orgasm. Each of their genitals pulsed in perfect unison at seeing this, the doctor's penis already hardening to attention.

'Untie me.' Came the inhuman voice. All three looked up as one to see the face of their goddess above the glorious vagina. Instantly the girls went to work at her hands, begging, rushing to serve their goddess figure. The doctor removed both her angle braces without breaking sight with the pussy that had enslaved him, not even to blink.

Released, Jane sat up. Then she looked at her three new accomplices, her Master's three newest slaves. She saw the large cock belonging to the doctor standing proudly to attention, red and throbbing and ready to go to work. She saw the flawless Irish skin of Emily, her perky, sag-less breasts rising and falling as she lightly panted from her orgasm, and Jemima, her skirt still tucked up around her, panties forgotten at her ankles, her own ejaculate running in tiny, sticky rivers down her thighs and already pooling on the floor under her.

Jane smiled. An evil, glinting, powerful smile.

And her Master smiled in her mind. Smiled at her. At HER.

She let her head fall back and curled her toes as a third rewarding orgasm tore into her brain, pulsing throughout her very skin, more wet sex spilling from her cunt, her three subordinates gripping the table as their minds mimicked hers and all four came together in unison.

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END OF PART 4

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