Quaranteam Ch. 16-19

Niko turned and tilted his head down, kissing him hard. "Andy Rook, you are the strongest fucking human I've ever met. You just trying is worth a thousand people doing, and if you come back and tell me you couldn't get it done, then I won't be mad and I won't bring it up again, because then it just wasn't possible. All I wanted was for you to try."

Andy chuckled a little. "Am I going to like the women showing up here on Monday?"

"They're both okay, I guess. One of them's a blonde woman from Kansas named Sheridan and the other's a brunette named Teri. I think you'd like Sheridan, but I don't know that you'd care one way or another about Teri. I mean, they're both gorgeous, but Teri seemed a bit too ditzy to be your type." Niko giggled a little. "I think you'd probably enjoy playing with Sheridan, though. She's *flexible* and I don't say that lightly."

"Oh?" Andy said, arching an eyebrow. "And how would you know this?"

"She's a dance instructor who used to be a gymnast in Cirque Du Soleil down in Vegas for a while," Niko said. "When she was bored waiting for her injection, she was showing off how she could put her ankles behind her head, or bend completely around the other way to stand on her own head. I mean, what guy wouldn't want a girl that bendy?"

"I mean, that does sound like fun," Andy said with a smile. "But if you don't think Teri's my type, why are they pairing her up with me?"

"Oh she's wealthy enough that they let her pick her own man, and for whatever reason, she picked you. I dunno why. I tried asking, but she didn't answer me. Maybe she'll tell you when she shows up." She squeezed his arm. "Thank you, Andy. I'm glad you're not mad. We should probably get back to the party, though."

"Yeah, okay. Do me a favor, though, and go check on Taylor, would you? I'm glad we aren't showing her off naked in a collar in front of everyone, but I'm sure it sucks for her to be locked in a room upstairs while she hears all this party going on."

"You're going to have to imprint her tomorrow, Andy," Niko said with a little giggle. "She's starting to get a little feral, and wherever she is in the house smells like wet pussy."

"I suspect Lauren'll agree with you, but we still have to run it by her."

"Oh, I'm sure she's ready too. Besides, she wants you to go at Taylor *hard*."

"I hope I'm up to it," Andy sighed. "You know I'm not generally a violent man, Niko."

"She doesn't want you violent, Andy," she said as she slid out of her arms and moved to her feet. "She just wants you at your most aggressive. You haven't heard her say it, but Lauren's been telling the rest of us how we were all imprinted so softly, so she intends to make sure you *claim* Taylor, to just dominate her so much that she's in awe of you. Taylor's apparently always had a submissive streak in her, but Lauren wants you to establish total alpha dominance over her, so that she gets bonded to you something fierce."

Andy moved to stand up as well, smoothing out his costume. "And you think I'm capable of doing that? Of 'establishing alpha dominance' over her?"

Niko leaned up and kissed him fiercely. "Anything you set your mind to, Andy Rook, you can do. So if you want to, I think you're utterly going to make her your little *bitch*. And you know what? I think she's gonna love it when you do."

Andy shrugged with a coy smirk. "Then who am I to disagree?"

"Tomorrow, though, you mark my words, otherwise she's going to be climbing the walls."

"I think that's how Lauren wants her, Niko."

"Sure, but knowing you, you're going to come home Monday night with ten new girls, and you're going to spend all week imprinting each of them."

"There is no way on God's green earth I'm bringing home all of them, Niko. Hell, the idea of bringing home four at once is terrifying enough."

"Well, keep your mind open, babe. If you see something else you like, don't be scared to play for it." Niko smirked. "And like I said, you'll see Teri and if you don't like her, it's fine to let someone else have her."

"You say that like you think I'm going to see someone else I want."

Niko shrugged with a sly smile. "I'm not gonna decide for you, but I'd like to think I've learned a lot about what you do and don't like now, and I think you may someone else in that pool you wanna take home."

"You gonna tell me any more than that?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Chapter 17

The morning after any good party is generally a challenge to get up and out of bed, but thankfully, they hadn't gone too late into the evening, and so, everyone had gotten to bed at a reasonable hour. And the wonderful smell of a good, late brunch was the clincher to get everyone out of the bed.

Jenny had prepared an excellent morning feast for them, but timed it so that it was just before noon when she had it ready, drawing everyone downstairs, although most of the girls were in pajamas still, and Andy stuck to sweats himself.

Over a combination of huevos rancheros and breakfast burritos, Niko and Andy explained to the rest of the girls about Andy's upcoming day at poker. Their reactions were much like Andy's initial impressions. Shock at first, followed by concern for the women who were supposed to be showing up on Andy's doorstep tomorrow.

"I mean," Andy said, in between bites of his burrito, "it's never come up before, but I technically do have the right to refuse any woman who shows up on my doorstep. Like, for example, if had been too much of a hassle for Lauren, I could've just sent Taylor away."

"Which reminds me," Lauren said, bringing a mimosa to her lips, "you need to imprint her today, especially if you're going to be coming home tomorrow night with a whole stable of new women."

"I think you girls have a lot more faith in my poker skills than I do," Andy sighed.

"And I think you're just being modest to set expectations," Niko said. "I watched you confidently take apart those poor boys last night."

"I've known those guys for over a decade, Niko. They've got tells and I've had time to learn them, but you're talking about cold reading a room worth of men, most of whom I've never met."

"If Rachel's to be believed, most of them are crap, Andy, so the only person you've really got to worry about is Covington himself."

"You mean, I've only got to worry about the one guy I have to beat. Sure, no problem."

"Do your best, baby," Niko said to him, squeezing his hand. "That's all I'm asking."

That hung in the air for a couple of minutes before Lauren started giggling, and Andy turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "What's all that about?"

"I was just thinking about you saying you had the right to refuse a woman delivered to you, and was trying to imagine you refusing Niko when she showed up."

"You know, I still don't remember showing up at all?" Niko said. "I'm serious. The first thing I remember is waking up in the morning sucking your cock. I mean, I remember picking your picture out, and I sort of remember the start of the drive over to the old condo, but showing up on your doorstep? Me fucking myself on top of him in the goddamn dining room? I know you told me I did all that, but I don't remember any of it."

"You were pretty out of it," Aisling said. "But it was kinda hot, watching you just pin him down and fucking use him. He wanted to take you upstairs first, but you were too wound up to let him do that, so he had to carry you naked upstairs after he'd filled you up with your first load."

"I feel a little robbed that I don't get to remember that first super intense orgasm, though."

"If you really want to get something equivalent," Lauren said, "you just need to fast from his cum for a couple of weeks. Right around the point you're starting to break, you'll get that high again, but the pain of waiting that long isn't worth if you ask me."

"I agree," Aisling said, "but it's probably worth trying at least once, just so you can know."

Niko shook her head. "I remember you telling me about how it felt waiting that long, Lauren, and I don't think I have any need to inflict that much need on myself."

"You wait any longer to imprint Taylor," Aisling said, "and she's going to be there herself. She's already having trouble keeping her head clear enough to follow the rules."

Niko nodded over at Lauren. "I get that you want to punish her, but she needs to get imprinted, otherwise she's not even going to remember the punishment."

Lauren giggled a little. "I know, I know. Let's sic Andy on her after we finish brunch."

"I like how much my opinion is being consulted on this," Andy grumbled.

"Oh you know you're itching to have a go at her," Lauren smirked, waggling a fork in his direction. "Just remember, one of the three holes is off limits until she's passed the month, and frankly, I don't want you firing that sex bomb of yours down her throat for her first time either."

"You've made it pretty clear what you want out of this, Lauren," Andy said. "I won't forget."

After they finished brunch, the foursome headed upstairs. Taylor had been given brunch in a bowl while they'd been eating, and she had finished all of it. When they entered the room, she looked up, but didn't move over, as she was trying to take all of her cues from them and not initiate anything on her own.

"Alright Taylor," Lauren said, "it's time. Andy's going to imprint you now, so I hope you've internalized all the lessons you've witnessed over the last several days."

"Yes Mistress," Taylor said. "May I go and make a few small preparations? Not for myself, but for the Master."

Lauren seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded. "Five minutes in the bathroom. We'll be out here waiting."

Taylor moved to head into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Wonder what she's doing in there," Aisling said, as she moved to sit in one of the big plush chairs scattered around the room.

Niko grinned impishly, as she moved to recline on the couch against the wall. "Oh, she told me she's been trying to plan as best as she can to make both Andy and Lauren happy."

"I'm not sure I even want to know what that means," Andy said, moving to sit down on the edge of the massive bed.

"I'm not sure I'd let her tell you, even if she wanted to," Lauren said.

"Oh, you want to try and tell me what to do, Lauren," Niko said, a playful smile on her lips, "and we can see which one of us paid more attention in hand-to-hand combat classes."

"That sounds like fighting words," Lauren giggled, miming rolling up her sleeves.

Andy narrowed his eyes at them. "Don't make me bend you both over my knee and paddle your asses red."

"Promises promises," Lauren said, blowing him a kiss.

Just then, Taylor opened the door and walked in from the bathroom before moving to get down on her knees in front of Andy. She had put on dark, heavy mascara and pulled her platinum blonde hair back into a solid ponytail, held with a scrunchy that looked like it could handle a bit of force. She'd also put on thigh high white stockings that looked like extra long sport socks with red rings around her thighs. It made her look sportier, and also a little bit younger.

"Your slut is ready for you to use her, Master, if you are ready."

Andy slid from the bed and crouched down, brushing a hand along her face. "This is your last chance to back out, Taylor."

Taylor leaned in and whispered into his ear. "I want this, Andy. I want to be part of your family. But my safeword is 'yeti,' if you're really worried." She'd said it quietly enough that he was certain none of the other girls had heard any of it.

"I like the mascara," Lauren said, reaching to brush a fingertip along Taylor's cheek. "It's going to run nicely when he's skullfucking your face."

"Yes Mistress. I thought you might enjoy seeing that, proof that he's making me cry."

"Tears of joy, I hope."

Taylor nodded. "Joy, yes. But also from being unable to breathe. I want Master to really use his slut, to make her gag and choke and gasp for air."

"Good," Lauren said. "I want you to get him so wound up that he can't think straight, Taylor. I want to see him actively fucking *use* you, until you're a quivering, brainless heap of well-used flesh, lying there in a goddamn puddle on the floor. You think you can handle that?"

"For you, Mistress? I can handle anything." Her chin was lifted proudly, displaying that leather collar she'd been forced to wear since her arrival. "Please, Master, may your worthless slut finally taste your cock?"

Lauren put her hand on Andy's shoulder, leaning in to whisper into her mouth. "Remember, I don't want you cumming in her mouth. Just in her ass, okay?"

There was a tiny amount of trepidation to her voice, as if she wanted to be sure she wasn't overstepping her boundaries, so Andy simply nodded. He felt hands on his waist, and it was clear Taylor had taken the nod to be to her and not to Lauren, but Andy didn't feel the need to correct her.

Taylor pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles, lifting one of his feet for him and then the other, to help him step out of them, before she finally looked at his thick dick before her bright blue eyes. "Your little whore has been thinking about this nonstop since she got here, Master. About how she watches your girls when their eyes roll back in their heads, when their legs twitch and spasm when you fill them up. And even though she knows it's unbecoming of her," she said, looking down as one of her hands stroked his thick cock, "she's been getting more and more jealous of them, of those intense feelings you evoke in them. She knows she needs to be patient and wait her turn, but sometimes, even thinking about it gets her pussy all wet, Master. May she at long last have a taste and begin her process of officially becoming yours? Please, Master? This worthless slut aspires to be better, to be more, to be... *yours*."

They'd been particularly careful not to let her taste any precum of his because even so much as a droplet would prime the imprinting process. It wouldn't fully start until she got her first full load of his jism, but the amount in precum was enough to get the process ready to burst. Taylor had gotten particularly close to the girls when they were playing with Andy, usually at Lauren's insistence, but in her eagerness to rub Taylor's face in it, she'd come dangerously near starting the process early.

Andy was about to say that she could when Lauren reached her hand along the back of Taylor's head, grabbing the ponytail, shoving Taylor's face down onto his cock until he could feel the head of it pressing against the back of her throat, forcing its way in, even as her eyes looked up at him with adoration in them, her body literally vibrating at it, as the precum oozed from his mushroom tip into her mouth. Her eyes were fluttering, almost like they were threatening to roll back into her skull, and while she was doing her best to maintain control of herself, he could feel a bit of drool dripping down onto his balls.

After what felt like an eternity of keeping his cock buried inside of her mouth, Lauren finally pulled Taylor back, and she gasped hungrily for air, slobbering even as her eyes were starting to water, her chest rising and falling quickly.

"Are you--"

Before Andy could even continue the sentence, Taylor grabbed onto his hips with both hands and pulled her face back onto his dick until her nose was buried in the thatch of brown hairs at the base of his cock.

"Don't just leave her on, Andy," Lauren hissed at him. "Give the little whore what she wants. Fuck that little cheating face of hers until she's a sloppy mess."

Andy's hands grabbed onto the side of Taylor's head and pulled her face back, but just when the head of his cock was at the ring of her lips and she was inhaling another lungful of air, he shoved his dick back into her face, pushing it back against her throat once more, evoking a gurgling cough from her, as those eyes started to water hard, a single black tear running down her right cheek.

He pulled her back back and off his cock, letting her drink in another swallow of air, a wide smile on her messy lips, precum and spit dangling from them, as her tongue lashed out to try and lap it up before Andy shoved her face down once more.

Taylor was doing her best to lean into Andy, but Lauren was mostly controlling the depth she could reach, using her ponytail as a leash, although Lauren seemed to be letting Andy do most of the driving for the moment, partially because Andy had been told not to cum in Taylor's mouth, and it was starting to take some effort to keep himself cooled off.

She had a talented tongue, and there was something primal and carnal about seeing his precum smeared all over the blonde's chin, drooling on herself when she had half a moment without Andy's dick in her throat.

"Whose whore are you?" Lauren said, reaching forward to slap Taylor across the face, making that mascara run even more.

"Yours, Mistress."

"Wrong answer!" Lauren shouted, slapping Taylor's other cheek, hard enough to make Andy a little nervous. "Try again. Whose whore are you?"

Taylor swallowed a breath of air, looking up with those heavily watered icy blue eyes of hers, realizing her mistake immediately. "His whore, Mistress. The Master's whore."

"That's right, you cuntrag," Lauren sneered. "I'm your Mistress, but this man fucking *owns* you, if you want to live under this roof. You will deny him nothing. You will do whatever he asks of you, and you will do it gladly."

"Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress."

"Don't apologize to me, you dumb bimbo! Apologize to him."

"Your worthless slut is sorry, Master. She belongs to you, and only you, and will never forget that again."

"You know what I think?" Lauren said, her face a wicked angry snarl. "I think you ought to spit into that bitch's mouth, so she knows who fucking owns her."

Taylor visibly flinched, but leaned her head back, opening her mouth wide.

"That's it, Andy," Lauren goaded. "Get a big mouthful of spit and give it to that vapid cunt."

Spitting had never much turned Andy on, and if he was honest, he found it excessive and unneeded, but all of this was about giving Lauren some closure, so he pursed his lips together and started to summon a big mouthful of spit.

Just as he was about to spit into Taylor's mouth, she turned her head suddenly and said, "Yeti! God, I'm sorry, yeti!"

Andy turned his head and spit onto the floor, as his mind raced, trying to figure out a way to disarm the situation he knew he was about to be in. The imprinting process was already primed, so it was too late to pass Taylor off to someone else, or to send her away, but he suspected the explosion of temper that was about to erupt from Lauren was going to make all their lives living hell for a time. He turned to look at her as he started to speak, "Now look Lauren, there's limits... to..."

The look on Lauren's face wasn't one of anger. It was one of... amusement? He frowned and she started to giggle, and pretty soon, all the girls in the room were giggling, including Taylor at his feet. "Sorry, Andy," Lauren finally said, through fits of laughter.

"I told you he'd stop if she said to," Aisling said. "No matter how wronged you felt, Lauren, he wasn't gonna lose control."

"Damn," Lauren said, "and here I figured I could get him worked up enough to push past it. Guess I owe you twenty."

"Excuse me, were... were you gambling over whether or not I'd take a woman against her will?" Now Andy felt like he was the one starting to get angry.

"It was just a game, love," Lauren said. Andy stepped away from Taylor and over to Lauren and picked her up, no easy feat considering her height compared to his, moving over to the bed, putting her down and bending her over it before yanking down her pajama bottoms. "What are you going to do, spank me?"