The Unbound Genie Ch. 07

Vicky had been planning to say something once she settled, but it looked as though her tripled-levels of sensitivity were keeping her from forming a coherent sentence between all of her squeaks and moans of raw, unyielding pleasure. "J-Jesus, fuck!" She managed to say, her hips moving on their own as they began a slow rocking motion back and forth, savoring every pulse and throb of his mighty dick that her body felt like it was built to take. "Why d-did you have to make this f-feel sooo f-fuhucking goood?..."

Jack snickered, reaching up and grabbing two handfuls of her perfectly-round and ever-jiggling E-cup pleasure-pillows. She responded in kind with a hard shudder, Vicky's mind almost mush from the powerful electrical signals that were firing through it. Like an animal driven on pure, carnal desire, Vicky leaned back and braced herself, placing each hand on Jack's muscular thighs as her hips began moving on their own, beginning a new rhythm of bouncing up and down, impaling herself over and over again with his huge dick.

Jack moaned with satisfaction, enjoying the way that Vicky's extended pussy muscles squeezed his cock as an orgasm rocked her nervous system each time he bottomed out inside of her, enjoying the outline of his cock bulging out from her midsection, and especially the look on her face that you'd only ever see in some kind of mind-break hentai. Her wide open and smiling mouth, her hazy eyes that were crossing vision, and the mix of tears and drool streaming down her face. Perfection, he lustfully thought to himself.

It wasn't long before Jack's cock was already blasting another hot load into her, but that didn't do anything to derail Vicky from continuing the actions that were bringing on the onslaught of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. Instead of trying to either push Vicky off of him or stop her movements, Jack placed his hands on her bubbly thighs and settled in his seat, accepting his fate as his own, seemingly-endless orgasm was sending wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure each time his twitching member fired off another glob of cum into his old friend. He watched as Vicky bounced on top of him, her tight stomach swelling outward ever-so-slightly as the bulge of the head of his cock in her abdomen vanished. It was an odd sensation, having his cock squeezed and rose for several inches at the base while the rest of his length quickly began sloshing around the building amount of seed within Vicky's pussy. Elastic anatomy is wild, he thought, chuckling between his grunts and moans at the sight on top of him.

Jack let out a sigh as his orgasm finally ended and the sensitivity of his still-erect cock had been dialed back from its ridiculous recovery time, leaving Vicky looking as though she was several months pregnant. And with the ferocity that she was still riding him with, Jack figured she wasn't going to stop until she was at the nine-month mark. That was more than okay with him, he thought with a smirk as he watched her belly jiggle along with her huge tits, he could already feel his tennis-ball-sized jewels refill with more of his thick cum.

"Is everything alright, Vic? You look a little... Busted." He chuckled, reaching up to firmly give her left tit a hard squeeze, then followed it up with a slap that sent both of them into a jiggle-frenzy on her chest.

Vicky didn't respond with words, just louder, guttural grunts and moans as her body was on some kind of stimulation-autopilot, constantly bouncing on his large pole and shivering whenever a jolt of pleasure-induced lightning shot through her nervous system.

As everyone in the room had broken down into their respective pairings and went at each other like animals in heat, the muffled beats of electronic music coming through the walls barely registered to any of them.

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Reality hit Holly Thompson like a semi-truck speeding down the highway.

As the last of her restraints were undone and she lay there on the ground for a solid minute, Holly's mind was her own once more, even though it was in relative shambles. For the past nine hours, she'd suffered the abuse of being constantly groped, sucked, and/or fucked. And boy, was she fucked.

At first, Holly didn't notice her pacified emotional state, she was too focused on breathing fresh air without that gagball in her mouth. It wasn't until the sound of her father's voice registered in her hearing until she realized that she wasn't nearly as bloodthirsty or sex-crazed as her rational mind told her she should be, especially at the genetic freak that allowed her brother to set up what had just been done to her. She looked up, seeing Michelle's body both leaning and towering over her with a drink in each hand and an apologetic smile on his juicy lips.

Damn it, Holly thought to herself, she couldn't be mad at him, even if something was preventing her emotions from flying off the rails. This wasn't that horny moron's fault, it's not like he could stop an all-powerful sociopath with the powers of a literal god. She'd been praying to any kind of real god to help her out of the wonderful nightmare she found herself in, but all that she was receiving was another cock each time her mind began to free itself from that... feeling. As soon as someone touched her, it was as if she was possessed, rendered utterly helpless to whoever was around...

Holly couldn't decide whether or not she despised it, or absolutely loved it.

She was literally living out one of her deepest, darkest fantasies, but at the same time, the person who was making her and everyone else submit to him, was Jack. Jack! Of all the fucking people that could get their hands on magic abilites, it had to be that moron. Holly figured that he had no idea what he was even playing around with. As far as she knew, there wasn't anyone guiding him to some kind of noble or ambitious goal, teaching him how to properly handle his new abilities, or telling him to exercise restraint whenever he started to go off the rails. Nope. Apparently he just had free reign over everyone and everything. A god. Her stupid brother was a fucking god.

She may have been forcefully pacified by whatever the hell Jack did to her, but she found solace in the fact that she was still able to be annoyed, Holly thought to herself.

"We're all gonna die, dad." Holly said, her voice weak and strained as she took the cup that Michelle was offering her. For a moment, she expected it to be a beer like the other in his hand, but it was thankfully just water. She quickly downed the thing in a flash, then tossed it over to her left. "It's just a matter of time before Jack does something really, really stupid."

"Yeah, I've thought the same thing on a few occasions." Still smiling, Michelle shrugged then stood up straight, causing his massive, beach-ball tits to shake around in every direction on his amazonian torso. "I think he's just got some issues to work out. Once that post-nut guilt kicks in, he'll be-"

"It's been over a day, dad. I'm sure he's busted more nuts in the last twenty-four hours than you have in the last year."

"Would you like to bet on that?" Michelle laughed as he both put a hand on and cocked his wide, shapely hips to the side, causing his pendulous, half-erect cock to swing around from side to side.

"That's not my pont. I don't think he's got a wild streak to work through, I'm almost certain that this is just going to get worse by the minute." Holly snapped, slowly climbing to her feet without a shred of clothing on her. She could feel her huge, shelf-like ass jiggling around on her backside with each movement she made, and would've been extremely embarrassed if she could've as she thought about all of the people that'd taken advantage of her that day. How many of them did she know? She'd been blindfolded the whole time, but some of the voices that registered in her cloudy memory seemed familiar. Had... Had her mom been one of them? It was hard to remember, she thought with a worried swallow.

Despite all of the abuse she bitterly savored and the many dried juices that she was covered with, her body was fatigued, but felt good as new. Her ass and pussy weren't sore, and neither of them felt like they weren't any less tight than before the day started. Jack must've done something to her that caused her anatomy to become elastic, just as her near-indestructible father's was. Holly guessed that she should be grateful that he actually did that, but was still too concerned with everything else that was wrong with her situation.

Holly glanced around the madness that'd taken hold of the backyard, which was illuminated by several standing flood lights that Jack had materialized around the perimeter of the area when the sun began to set. She could recognize about maybe a fourth of the people that were cluttering the backyard, but even they didn't resemble the people she once knew anymore.

All around the yard, people of many different varieties were scattered about in their own little groups, and some were even in their own space, playing with themselves mindlessly as they watched the rest of the well-endowed party goers engage in either lewd, perverted acts or casual banter.

She noticed a group of four women that'd graduated from her highschool last year all gathered around her current English teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez. The young women stood in a circle around the latina housewife, all of them with their respective bottoms unzipped or removed as they each had their impressive cocks sucked and stroked by her mouth and hands. The clearly American girls were all just standing around and having an every-day conversation with each other in fluent Japanese, rarely paying any mind to Mrs. Rodriguez and her obscene, bee-stung lips as she dove down on their big dicks and fondled their heavy, perfectly-smooth balls.

Sitting along the edge of the pool, many different kinds of men and women were either getting their cocks sucked or their pussies eaten. Some pairings were floating around in inner tubes and doing their best to have either a slow and gentle or a rough and hungry type of intercourse. There seemed to even be several people underwater, somehow able to sustain being submerged for a lengthy period of time while having the stamina to have aquatic sex.

And just a few yards away from Holly and Michelle, a pair of married, middle-aged men that lived a few houses down on the block from them, but right next to one-another. The two beer-belly-bearing fathers were laid back on a pair of long-chairs, giving each other a high-five as two thin girls in their early twenties awkwardly rode the men's giant cocks to the best of their abilities in reverse-cowgirl positions, only able to take about three-fourths of their girthy members before they started yelping about their size being too much to handle. It took a moment for Holly to realize something odd about the girls, something... Wait, they each had sons about the age of those girls, didn't they? It seemed like they were doing some kind of weird, former-son/daughter swap situation, Holly thought. And with the way they moved their bodies, their posture... Had they physically been changed after arriving at the party?

Unless Jack did the deed himself or had added some kind of bizarre, gender-bending ingredient in the punch prior to giving his family the brief pre-party tour of its features while she was helplessly tied up and listening, the only kind of weird tech he was supposed to have had up were the high-definition speakers mounted in each corner of the yard. They were able to influence a person's thoughts or desires in a certain direction, depending on the track that was selected on the small, wireless media player hooked up to them. Wherever the thing was, she was glad it hadn't been put to use in the past hour.

Holly shivered when she remembered back to several hours ago when three cocks had been stuffed into her ass at once while she was bound up, and how ecstasy was brought on by being so filled up by them. Since she wasn't able to see anything at the time, Holly could only guess that the music that had been playing compelled everyone to be completely infatuated with anal sex, or stretching, or something else extreme. She had no idea what had really happened in that time. It was all one, big, erotically horrific blur.

Holly was already paranoid before, but she now felt as though she had to keep an eye out for any booby-traps Jack may have set up around the house that could alter her like it did the two, former sons.

When she turned back to Michelle, he was looking up towards the sky with his hands resting on top of his large, gelatinous mammaries, appearing to be in deep thought.

"That's... a pretty good point." He said with a gruff voice that contrasted with his womanly face and figure, frowning as he looked back towards his irritated daughter. "I guess I've just been having too much fun to rationalize that."

"Ya' think?" Holly asked sarcastically.

"I don't really know what else to do, though. He can do whatever he wants, and even though I'm his father, I'm powerless to stop it." Still frowning from uncertainty, Michelle shrugged. "I am worried about what he did to your mom and sister's brains, as fun as they are now. And I never thought the cookout would have this kind of turnout." He said, holding his arms out at all of the people surrounding the place. "I should be proud! But... I've got this anxiety that keeps gnawing at me. It's like it should be getting worse, but it's not."

"I vaguely remember him saying something about it when he was showing you guys what we were stocked up on for the party. Oh, and thanks for nothing, by the way." Holly huffed.

Michelle rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, honey. But I think we both know Jack would've done something about that."

Holly wished she could get angrier than she already was, just to have the satisfaction of blowing off some steam, but he was right, she thought.

"And if it's any consolation, Little Miss Psychopath, I never once came by and did the deed." He said with an earnest smile. "I'm not into all that creepy bondage stuff that you are, and I like my partners to be willing, if you catch my drift." He seductively growled with a wink, his flaccid cock swelling up slightly as memories of that day's conquests with several of the neighbors flashed through his mind.

"Ugh." She said in disgust, for several reasons. "Thanks, though. I guess."

"So, what do you say we should do about this?" Michelle asked, not for the first time that day, but about a different subject.

"I don't know..." Holly ran her fingers through her bright, ginger hair. "I guess we could go find him and see if there's any sense left in that thick skull of his. Either he listens to us, or we're damned to a life of either sexual slavery and/or torture." She said casually, mainly because she didn't know how else to accurately word the potential outcomes. "And who knows? Since I'm not the only one that's a sex crazed idiot around here, I might have some kind of advantage in getting through to him. Just so long as people keep their hands to themselves..."

"What have we got to lose at this point?" Michelle chuckled, fully on-board with the idea. The worst that would happen is he would feel more at ease about the chaos around him, which is all he really wanted. Well, Michelle also wanted to comfortably get in on the action and see how many people he could stuff his raging rod into before he passed out from sexual exhaustion, which was certainly a factor in his reasoning as well.

"Do you know where he's at?" She asked, already walking towards the backdoor of their home, her big, jello butt wobbling around with every step.

"My guess, either the basement, or his room." Michelle said, unable to take his eyes off of Holly's bare ass' display.

"Okay, so I'll take the basement, you can go check his room. Come find me if he's in there before you, uh... Before, you..." Both Holly's words and steps slowed to a complete halt as the sounds of booming electronic music flooded her ears and entered her subconscious. Each boom of the basey beat was felt in both her spine, and mind, growing stronger with each loud pulse. The thoughts in her mind were jumbled once again, as if her other, much hornier self were taking over without anyone needing to lay a finger on her. And without any question, it was.

Michelle let out a moan from behind Holly, and she turned around to see his massive erection at full mast and sticking straight out from between his thick thighs while he roughly groped his huge breasts.

The two of them stared into each other's eyes as they each clouded over, a hungry lust winning the battle over any rationality left in their minds.

"Go and get her, Tiger." Debra said, appearing behind Michelle and giving his large rump a hard slap, sending both cheeks jiggling around in a frenzy. Something seemed to happen just before the desperately horny expression on her father's face became one of utter sexual desire, though. She could've sworn some kind of shockwave of bright, scarlet-colored light quickly pulsated across his entire body. The same color of the long, elegant, red dress that Debra wore over her short, curvy body, and the same color of the pupil-less iris' of her eyes.

However, as Debra passed the two of them, dragging a finger delicately across the lining of Holly's chin, the last thing that her coherent mind registered was a red flash, followed by the sound of her mother's voice.

"Don't worry, hon. I'll go take care of this brother of yours, you stay here and have some more fun."

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"Oh fu-... Mmm... Yeah! Oooh... Oh yeah, right there daddy. Fuck me in my tight little boypussy! Turn me into your dirty fucking cocksleeve!" John screamed, his arms tightly wrapped around a pillow that he had his face buried in as Jack thrusted into him from behind.

"You know- Mmf. You know that there are two words in th-that, that really get on my nerves." Jack said, slamming his groin against the twink's silicone cheeks with slow, powerful thrusts. "If you keep it up, I don't think you're going to like my next punishment." Once again, Jack pumped all thirteen-inches of his girthy dick into John's ass, enjoying the feeling of impact against his plastic boy butt.

John squealed, his own rock-solid and lengthy member bouncing underneath his thin body as he relished the fact that Jack, someone who he was completely and utterly at the mercy of, was giving him real threats. Ones that he could back up. Not ones that John could dismiss or just outright laugh at, like everyone else who'd had a negative experience with his powers in the last couple of days. Whatever the promised punishment was, John figured it was going to be delightful, he thought.

Once Jack was buried deep within him again, John turned his face to the side, making sure his best friend could hear him clearly. "Please, daddy. Be gentle with my tight, aching, boypussy." He said with a taunting, smiley giggle, then bit down on his lip as he wiggled his hips against Jack's midsection, savoring the feeling of his giant dick twitching and wiggling inside of him.

Jack sighed. "You, are the mouthiest-" He began, reaching down and roughly grabbing a fistful of John's short, metallic-blue hair, then pulled him up and wrapped his arm around a whimpering John's abdomen, holding him firmly in place. "-little shit, I've ever met." Jack finished, speaking in a softer, but still aggressive tone in John's ear, his eyes burning with fury as an evil smile spread across his lips.