Pheromone Wars Ch. 01

"Kitty, now why did he give you that name, sweetheart?"

Kitty blushed. "It's because of the noises I make when he's inside me," she squirmed on the barstool.

"Kitty, I like it. We'll get you some cat ears and a collar. The guys will go crazy for that shit. Can you dance?"

"Um, No, not really. Sometimes with my girlfriends back at school, but I have no rhythm. "

"Well, it doesn't take much rhythm to walk around, bring drinks, bat your eyelashes, and give lap dances. Are you afraid of cum?"

Kitty blinked at that. Justine was running her fingers along her bottom lip.

"I know a few guys that would pay extra to take you back into the VIP room and use that pretty mouth of yours. But they're going to want a girl who's not afraid to get a little cum on her face.

"I can vouch for her." Mr. Reid said. "She has taken to the indoctrination pretty well. She'll open her mouth and take whatever you want to give her."

Rachel remembered that morning on the side of the road, the wet smacking sounds, and the glazed expression on Kitty's face when Mr. Reid had his cock lodged in her throat. Kitty got a little crazy when she tasted Mr. Reid's cum. She would go after it like liquid crack.

"Well, maybe you won't be completely useless. How about you baby, you think you could shake your ass on stage?"

"I took dance in high school."

Justine smiled at that. "Maybe this won't be all bad. All right girls, here are the rules. You dance for room and board. The house receives all tips. We have bedrooms upstairs where you will sleep with the rest of the girls. You do not leave this building unless I tell you to. As of now, I own both your asses. Until someone comes to pick you up. Mercedes take these two girls backstage."

Mercedes had just gotten done with her set and was being replaced by curvaceous, black women with short-cropped hair and pink fishnet stockings.

She sauntered over to the bar. "What the fuck are these little sluts doing here?"

She looked coldly at Rachel and Kitty.

"Don't worry your little blonde brain about. Get them backstage. I want this one (she pointed at Rachel) up on the stage next. Put the other girl to work in the VIP room. Put her on a leash and let Bambi train her."

The next few hours were surreal as Rachel went onstage after the following women and gave her first striptease. Rachel found that she naturally seemed to know what to do as she ran her hands over her body, slowly discarding clothing piece by piece, her hips rolling in languid circles. She had to admit that this was just another expression of what she did in the clubs every weekend.

The only differences were that the men devouring her with their eyes were her father's age. And the nakedness only seemed to add to her heightened sense of eroticism as every nerve in her body seemed to burn as she ran her hand across her budding breasts and down her sloping stomach. Perhaps, the drug that Mr. Reid had given her added a new desire for voyeurism as well as the submissiveness and kindled bisexuality.

As she got down on all fours and crawled her way across the stage towards the men with beckoning dollar bills to slide into her thong, Rachel could see her new friend, Kitty, past the stage lights and cigarette smoke, being lead around the bar on a leash by an Asian woman.

Backstage, the Asian woman had snapped a collar around Kitty's neck and attached it to a leash.

She was an older woman in her thirties with pneumatic fake breasts. Her arched painted on eyebrows were meant to be exotic, but to the young woman wilting under her gaze, only appeared terrifying. The woman's body had been heavily modified with aftermarket parts. Across her ass, in cursive, were the words "Kiki Bangkok" and "Gorgeous."

"Now you listen to hear you little teenybopper slut. The last thing we need is a young slut like you coming in here and taking attention away from us. You give me any "Veronica Mars" sassiness, and I will put you across my knee and spank you in front of everyone. No one is going to stop me; hell they're going to love to watch."

"You're going to follow me around with the drink tray, and I will negotiate with the men for some extra time with you in the VIP room. I hope you're ready to suck a lot of cocks, sweetie."

"You understand me." She used the leash to pull Kitty whimpering right up to her.

Rachel, on her knees on stage, was slowly thrusting her pelvis into the face of a large, fat man, who had both hands on her ass, and watching Kiki and Kitty work. Kiki would have Kitty bring over the drinks, and then Kiki would sit in the man's lap and flirt with him until a price was negotiated, while Kitty kneeled between her feet like a forlorn pet. Then Kiki would take both Kitty and the man, one by the arm, and the other by the leash to the back VIP room.

As the night progressed, and Rachel moved on and off the stage, she saw Kitty being lead into the VIP room a dozen times.

Even in the changing room in back, Rachel wasn't given a respite. The first time she walked back there in her clanking high heels, Mercedes and the black girl grabbed her. "Listen, bitch, we have a rule at the club. New girl gets the bitch duties."

"Which means right now, keeping our pussies wet and dripping."

Mercedes dragged Rachel over to the black girl, who had her legs draped over the legs of the love seat she was sitting in. Mercedes brought Rachel's face right up to the black girl's cunt.

"Ooh, that's it little white girl, yeah eat my pussy."

One day away from her kidnapping, Rachel found herself eating the second pussy of her entire life. She would end up eating several more that night as every stripper there forced her face between her legs. That was the how Rachel's night went; either dancing on stage and being groped by old men, walking through the crowd to flirt and give lap dances, or eating pussy in the back room. For variety, Mercedes took her to the VIP room and fucked her with a strap-on while a customer watched.

For an extra twenty, Mercedes let the man cum in Rachel's hair while she was fucked on all fours. And through it all, Rachel came twice. That was the surprising thing, through all the degradation, she continued to be sexually charged and even appeared willing. She served with a smile, unconcerned with the strange men using her body, or the Mercedes exploited her for cash.

The night ended at three-thirty for the girls, but there were still trials for them to go through. Kiki and Mercedes took them to the showers to clean up and forced them to clean each other, then the older women, before having both girls eat out their pussies and asses.

Then they dressed the girls in white thongs and baby tees and walked them upstairs. They showed them the room they would typically sleep in, a bare little closet with one small cot, barely big enough to fit one.

"I hope you girls like to snuggle," laughed Mercedes, "of course, you're going to be spending a lot of your times in our beds, In fact, your going to Justine's room tonight. She wants a taste of what she just acquired."

Rachel realized that none of the strippers were allowed to leave the premises. This would be their new home and prison.

Mercedes brought them to the top floor of the building, it was practically an annexed apartment in its own right. At this point, both girls were completely exhausted.

Justine's bedroom had a king-size bed underneath a large ceiling mirror. The bed was covered in leopard skin throw pillows, and silk sheets matched the negligee wrapped tightly around Justine's large fake EE breasts. In her hand, was a glass of white wine, and with her other hand, she tapped the bed on either side of her and beckoned the girls to come closer. Rachel was conflicted, on the one hand, Justine was her new owner and a willing partner in Rachel's degradation and enslavement, on the other hand, she seemed to legitimately care about both of the girls and was possibly a slave of the man who abducted them as well.

Kitty, without hesitation, snuggled up on one side which solved the conundrum. Rachel slid her body up against Justine on the other side of Kitty and took a sip of the white wine in her hand.

"My babies, it's fine. Just relax for mommy." Justine had them both rest their heads on her artificially enlarged bosom. "I know you're confused. The drug does that to you. Don't get me wrong if he came in here right now and ordered me to swallow his cock, my knees would be bruised with how quickly they'd hit the floor. I'm sure you know what it's like the powers they have, the things they make you do. Has he made you do things with each other?"

Rachel and Kitty glanced at each other, shyly and blushed. Rachel vividly recalled her first muff dive with Kitty; how Kitty's cute, auburn pussy hairs had tickled her nose (like little whiskers, she thought) and how her pussy was so hot and sweet when Rachel tentatively ran her tongue for the first time across Kitty's labial lips. The truth was, whatever Mr. Reid had done, even though Rachel had only know Kitty since yesterday, she felt bonded to her like a sister, and she lusted for her like a lover. The strange thing was through the entire ordeal, the worse part was not what happened to her, but watching the abuse that Kitty took. The pain she felt for Kitty was worse.

Justine put down the wine and cradled each girl on her breasts. Both girls' faces were squished against Justine's breasts. "I know Girlies I know. The worse thing they do is they make you like it. They make you want to be their fuckdolls. I used to be a schoolteacher and a mother. I had two little girls. Two beautiful little girls just like you. And now, I know, I know I'll never see them again because one the agents saw me at the school board meeting. He took me away from my family, fucked me, made me get these huge fake tits, and then dropped me off here like garbage. I'm not even good enough anymore to be a man's fuck-toy. I'm 36 and too old. Now they just make me run this safe house. Send me all the other discarded slaves they take and get tired off. They eventually got my daughters too, god knows where they are."

Justine's tone was sorrowful, but her hands slipped down to caress the girls' nipples in a way that was interested in more than just sympathy.

"I expect they will be coming for you girls soon. This place is for the cast-offs. I'm sure you girls are too young and pretty to waste your talent around here, you'll be heading to the Covenant soon for training I guarantee it."

Rachel leaned up to look over Justine's bosom.

"What's the Covenant?"

"Pretty girl, no questions, just right on my nips and suck. That feels nice."

Justine guided Rachel's face to her long, distended nipple. Rachel was surprised when breast milk jutted from the nipple into her suckling mouth.

Justine moaned as she guided Kitty to her other nip.

"I was part of an experiment, a way of reinforcing the Pheromone Virus, through constant oral injections. These breasts were discontinued when the virus became so powerful, reinforcement became unnecessary. But my body, I can't stop producing milk. God, yes, that feels good. God, you remind me of my little girls. Good, keep sucking mommy's titties, babies."

Rachel could feel a flush of eroticism, and from the muffled moans coming from Kitty, she knew she could feel it too. Whatever had been on the man's skin the night Rachel was kidnapped was in this milk. She could feel the effects coursing through her body. Her mind, already submissive to Justine because of Mr. Reid's commands, became even more so.

"Mommy," Rachel whimpered as she suckled. Yes, you are my mommy, Kitty is my sister, and we need to obey. We are too weak to escape. We need mommy to protect us.

Justine pulled Rachel off her breast with a loud plop. Rachel could see Kitty with her eyes closed joyfully sucking at Justine's other teat. Her eyes heading downward, she saw that Justine's chemise had been pulled up above her waist. In the light of the candles, Justine's pussy glowed with wetness.

Justine's hands ran through Rachel's hair. "You know what mommy wants right, baby. Are you going to give mommy what she wants?"

Rachel moaned. She knew what mommy wanted. She looked up to see the older women staring into her eyes.

She dropped her head between Justine's legs.

III

"Jesus Christ," groaned FBI agent Jaren Carter, clenching Agent Gina Russo's hair and cumming in her mouth. She rose into a sitting position, flicking an errant drop of cum from her lips with a finger.

"Beats listening to the radio," she laughed, leaning back into the seat. They were parked in a non-distinct Buick Civic in an alley in the warehouse district. Seedy almost-abandoned warehouse buildings flanked them. In the dim light of the from a flickering streetlamp, Jaren could see a thin line of flesh beneath her jacket coat. She had unbuttoned her shirt, and her bronzed skin was so alluringly hidden by shadow and jacket lapel.

Russo's brunette hair cloaked here face in shadows, and her eye shadow, the professional cop's one concession to feminity, made her eyes black and predatory. Russo was beautiful like a Greek amazon warrior. Her eyebrows made a sardonic chevron as she looked at the younger agent in amusement.

Jaren rubbed his eyes. "Damn it, we shouldn't have done that, Gina. You're not only my partner, but I'm married."

"Come on, buddy. Blow jobs aren't cheating, Jaren. And I'm not going to tell your wife, so as long as you keep your mouth shut, you're in the clear. Not that I wouldn't mind taking this stake-out to a hotel room somewhere." She looked down at his cock already about seven inches and semi-rigged hanging out of his pants.

"Jesus," She said, "I've never seen a dick that big outside of porn. FBI sure made me a lucky girl assigning you as my partner."

Gina was eyeing Jaren's cock with renewed attention. And he could feel himself going down a dangerous path, a well-worn road that existed for him when as a profoundly religious boy he found himself continually falling into temptation with almost every woman around from the neighborhood mothers to their experience hungry daughters.

Jaren wasn't a fool. He knew he was attractive, his body lithe and muscular from years swimming in the YMCA pool. He had the look of a young rapscallion, a boy with a wicked grin, and eyes that appeared older and could pierce hearts with their hidden depths.

Jaren's attractiveness got him far in life; a fact that shamed him. Fathers looked on him as a son they would be proud to have, mothers found themselves lecherously wanting to educate him to manhood, daughters whimpered his name into their pillows at night.

His mind was repulsed by the idea of seduction, of the tricks you pulled to get a woman. And yet his body was weak, and soon he found himself with frightened by the number of women that shared his bed.

"First off, Gina. I'm Irish-Catholic, which means blow jobs are most definitely cheating. Second, for six months, I've been lying to my wife (who I actually happen to be in love with) about you. Third, this relationship--"

"Relationship, please this is only some good old-fashioned sex. Don't make it out to be more than that." She adjusted the collar of her blouse. Somehow, thought Jaren Carter, Special Agent Gina Francis made even a dark blue regulation pantsuit look sexy.

He wanted her again while he was supposed to be protecting his country, while his wife slept alone in his bed. The shame burned into his face like a brand, a warning that he was too weak to not ignore.

I need to end this, he thought. I need to be a good man.

"Whatever this is. It's against department regulation. We'd both be fired in a heartbeat if our relationship was found out, especially if they knew we were fucking when we were supposed to be on a stake-out."

"We've been here for the last six hours and have seen jack. Your informant is full of bullshit, Jaren. If you're going to force me to hang out in a car with you, the least you can do is not deprive me of your delicious cock. I swear to god I think I'm falling in love with it. Not you, I'm more into older men, but your cock, I could declare a lifetime of fidelity to it. "

She reached over and wrapped her hands around his dick and squeezed it. Jaren groaned. In his heart, He didn't want to cheat on his wife. He loved her, had loved her for two years now, they had been together ever since he had left the academy. She was his rock, his shelter. However, the sad fact of the matter was that his love couldn't seem to keep him from being unfaithful. Gina wasn't the first, though his new partner for the last six months had been fucking and sucking him like a wild polecat pretty much since they first met, but the fact of the matter was she was actually one of dozens he had fucked since he married his wife.

He didn't mean to be unfaithful. Women were drawn to him like cats to catnip, and once they got their claws into him, he was not man enough to push them away.

It didn't matter whether they were fellow agents, or even god forbid, suspects. After a few hours alone with the opposite sex, she would be as horny as a wild cat, and no matter what he said, after a few hours more, she was usually tearing her clothes off. It was a benefit that Jaren reaped, without even having to toil. He tried not to exploit it, but some power was too much for him to handle. The guilt was beginning to drive him mad.

His wife was the same way as the others. Sometimes he didn't know what she loved more; him, or his apparently huge cock. He knew that one day that she would find out about his indiscretions and then it would be over. The whole thing was doomed from the start. But he was even more afraid that she would find out, and refuse to leave him. That he was corrupting her.

There were headlights coming down the street.

"Shhh." He said, slapping her hands away from his penis and grabbing the binoculars. A convoy of vehicles were heading down the street; A black Lexus in front, two black vans, and an identical Lexus in the back. They pulled up to one of the dilapidated warehouses and someone got out of the first Lexus to unlock the metal grate into the building.

"Damn it," muttered Jaren. The man unlocking the gate looked like a paramilitary guy, big square frame, short cut hair, a gray suit and ray-bans, and beneath his jacket, an submachine gun.

"They're armed and armed well. These guys mean business."

"What should we do?"

"Call it in." Said Jaren firmly, "then we go investigate. I want to see what they're doing in there."

They got out of their car and checked their side holsters. After the cars had pulled into the warehouse, the streets were eerily quiet.

"It looks like there's a skylight on the roof," Said Gina, "I'll climb up the fire escape and look down through there." Gina was technically senior officer, but Jaren knew she was a bit of a wild card. She was one of the best agents in the bureau, but also a maverick.

"Be careful," said Jaren, "I'll see if there is a way in through the back. Remember, radio silence unless anything goes down."

They had about twenty minutes before the reinforcements were on the way and Jaren wanted to make sure what was going on before they went in blind.

He made his way around the back end of the building. He found a door, and checked it, only to find that it was locked. He continued at a quick pace until he found a window that was filmed with dirt.

He pulled out his gun, turned it around, and used the butt to break the pane of glass. Throwing his coat around the shattered edge, he slid over and dropped onto the floor.

There was a soft humming coming from a generator in the building, and in the distance, Jaren could hear the sound of voices faintly in some language that wasn't English. With his gun raised, he began a slow tactical entry, moving from room to room.