Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 4

A pandemic survivor's harem continues to thrive amidst chaos..

Based on a post by CorruptingPower, in 25 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Chapter 11

For the next hour or so, Andy explored the house on his own while the girls moved things from the car into the house, as well as letting the cats loose into their new environment. He wasn't sure who was more overwhelmed, himself or the cats.

The building was immense, feeling both warm and alien all at the same time. Mostly, though, the space felt incomplete. It was a home that had been decorated by a real estate agent, not by someone looking to live in it. Everything was arranged for show not for actual use.

He wandered into the gym first and found it stocked with free weights, resistance machines and a small aerobics area, all the machines in pristine condition, never used. Looking at himself in the mirror, he wasn't even sure he recognized himself in this new home.

Andy strolled out of the gym and found himself in one of the three living rooms, with a wet bar off to one side. There were several couches arranged around the middle, as well as a handful of lounge chairs. Without warning, Muninn, his Russian blue cat, hopped up from behind one of the couches onto the back of it, which startled the hell out of Andy. As soon as the cat saw him, however, he sauntered over Andy's direction. Andy moved closer and pet the cat, who gave a healthy purr in response. "Yeah, I know, Mun, it's weird for me too. But we live here now, so explore away."

"Are ya freaked out?" Aisling said to him as she moved into the room. "It's just a home."

"That's just it, Ash," he sighed. "It's a home, but it's not my home, not our home. Not yet. I'm sure I'll get there at some point, but for right now, it's just reinforcing how weird all of this is. I mean, yesterday, there were seven of us crammed into that little tiny condo, and now Eric lives down the street, and we live, here. In the kind of place I never even dreamed about."

Aisling moved over, a soft sympathetic smile on her face, as she wrapped her arms around him and held him in an inviting hug for a long moment. "The world's changing, and we have to change with it, Andy. That means we're all going to be a bit out of our comfort zones now and then, but think of it this way,  you can make one of these bedrooms into a full on study, and line the walls with bookshelves, like you said you'd always wanted to do. We'll put your desk in there, and you can turn it into a writer's cozy, a space where you can go and work on your next book and nobody'll bother you. What's wrong with that?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, Ash. There's nothing wrong with any of this, except for the fact that I didn't really earn any of it."

"Luv," she said to him, "most of the people who get lucky in life, it was right place right time, and all they did was have the good sense not to muck it up. That's what you're doing here. You were in the right place at the right time, and you had the good sense to let me into your bed. And I've been good to you, haven't I?"

"Oh god, Ash, you and Lauren and Niko have all been amazing, far better than I deserve,”

"There'll be none of that, mister," she scolded, slapping his shoulder. "You've been grand to all of us, and you've helped Eric and Lily get their shit sorted out. I know Jenny doesn't have her head sorted out yet, but when she does, I'm sure she'll thank you. You could've been a right shite about alla this, but instead you've been a stand-up guy. So take a deep breath."

Andy stopped and took a deep breath. "It didn't help much."

"It helped a little."

"Okay, it helped a little."

"Are you more bothered by the house, the staff or the fact that there's going to be a lot more women moving into our lives?"

"It's a lot of women, Ash."

"It will be a lot of women, Andy. Yes, that's absolutely true, but we'll manage it. Besides, the house is nice isn't it?"

"Understating things a bit, aren't you Ash?"

"Fine," she said with a wry grin, rolling her eyes in his direction. "It's a bloody magnificent place. Just in the tour alone, I wanted to strip down to my knickers and socks and play 'Risky Business' so if you hear 'Old Time Rock'n'Roll' blaring from the hi fi, look both ways when walking through the hallways."

"You're changing the subject."

"It'll be fine, Andy. Just stop worrying and enjoy this." She moved to sit down in the couch, and picked up a remote control from the coffee table in front of it. She looked around the room for a moment before she finally just pressed the power button on it, to see what happened. From a small overhang across the room, a giant television dropped down and turned on, as concealed speakers all around the room hummed to life. "That is hell of a television."

Andy moved to slump down onto the couch next to her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "And just think, this isn't even the theater room. Let's just relax for a little bit and watch some TV."

Apparently whoever had set up their house had given them a deluxe cable package, with every optional channel Andy could think of, and loads he'd never even heard of. They settled on SpikeTV, which was in the middle of a James Bond marathon. They were showing "Goldeneye" and they'd had the luck to turn on right at the beginning.

"I've always loved Brosnan as Bond," Aisling said to him a few hours later, as the movie was over. "I don't know that he's the best Bond, but he's my Bond. You?"

"He was great, but I've always been a Connery man myself."

"You Americans, you all have your own Bond, much like those of us across the pond have our own Doctor. You a fan of Doctor Who, luv?"

Andy smirked wryly. "Tom Baker, but if I'm honest, I could watch David Tennant in anything. I watched "Good Omens" last year at least three times. I'm guessing you're a Capaldi girl."

"Chris Eccleston's my Doctor," Aisling said. "But I'm glad you didn't say I should be a Matt Smith girl, just because he had a ginger companion."

Andy shook his head. "So did Tennant, but neither of them were Irish. Catherine Tate's British and Karen Gillan's Scottish. I'm not an idiot, love."

"Bless, Andy," she whispered, as she kissed his cheek. "It's so strange. I feel like I'm missing time, what with all the holidays we've basically skipped over. I was getting my first injections on July 4th, but I didn't even hear any crackers in the sky. Were there any?"

"None that I could see, Ash. Halloween's just around the corner. Maybe now that we're in a gated community we'll get trick or treaters."

"You think there's children in the estates?"

"No idea. I'm not really sure what to expect here. We've barely seen the house, much less the small town that's formed up around it."

"That's going to be just as strange, people we can sit and talk with, restaurants we can go and have dinner in, a movie theater filled with people, guaranteed not sick people. It all sounds so wonderful."

"I'll talk to Eric, maybe we can get a Halloween costume party together."

Aisling cooed at him. "That sounds wonderful." She glanced over his shoulder. "Looks like your maid in here."

Andy looked back over his shoulder and saw Yvette standing there, nervously shifting back and forth, before he chuckled and curled a finger in her direction. "C'mon, Yvette. You look like you've got something you want to say."

"Simply a request Master. I and the rest of your staff, well, we are having trouble keeping our heads clear. We do not wish to pressure you, naturally, but the longer you wait before imprinting us, the more difficulty we will have executing our responsibilities around the home. It is getting hard to focus."

He removed his arm from around Aisling and rose to his feet, a wry smile on his face. "I'll say. I can't help but think about something Groucho Marx once said to his brother Chico."

"I'm sorry, I don't know who those people are, Master."

"Comedians. Groucho is the one with the bushy eyebrows and greasepaint mustache. Chico used to pretend to be Italian. Groucho would occasionally say to him, 'Chico, I think your accent is slipping.'" Andy grinned as he approached her. "Is your name really Yvette?"

The maid visibly blanched. "Am I trouble?"

"Answer the question," Aisling said, getting off the couch, heading to join them.

"No, ma'am. It's Nicolette."

"Are you actually French?" Andy asked.

"Second generation, but I was putting on a show. Mr. Marcos seemed to think you might enjoy it."

Andy shook his head and laughed. "Fucking Phil."

"So you're not angry, sir?"

"You don't have to lie to me, Nicolette." He gestured to the maid's outfit. "Do you really enjoy this kind of thing?"

She smiled, almost coquettishly, and nodded. "I do, Master. I'm naturally submissive, and this is what I wanted to do in the new world."

"Are you bisexual, Nicolette?" Aisling said.

"I am, madam, if that's alright."

Aisling leaned over and grabbed the girl by her mane of hair and pulled her into a firm, intense kiss that made Andy's breath catch a little. Nicolette seemed caught off guard only for a moment, before she leaned into the kiss, and pressed her busty body against the Irish girl.

After they made out for a minute or so, Aisling pulled back and grinned at Andy. "Well, we should make sure the girl gets what she needs, but mama has needs too." Aisling pulled Nicolette with her over towards one of couches. She reached up beneath her skirt and pulled down her panties before stepping out of them. Then she laid back onto the couch and spread her legs, exposing that ginger cunt to Nicolette. "Tell you what. You lick my cunt, and I'll make sure he fucks you good."

"Yes madam," Nicolette said as she moved down onto her knees, before Aisling pulled over a footstool. "Thank you madam." The maid moved up to kneel down on the footstool, her hands pressed on the couch, as she moved her lips down to press against Aisling's exposed snatch.

Andy walked over towards them as he watched Aisling's fingertips move to get lost in the girl's thick blonde curls, rocking her hips up against the maid's mouth. "Shit, Andy, she's fucking good at this."

"Umm, it certainly looks that way, but what if I wanted to see if those titanic tits of hers were real, hmm?" He unbuttoned his jeans, slowly unzipping them.

"Oh, I can fix that," Aisling said with a laugh. She pushed Nicolette's face back. "Lay down and turn over. Are those enhanced or natural?"

Nicolette rolled over, laying on her back on the footstool before she pulled the top off one shoulder then the other, tugging it down to her waist so her massive tits spilled free, thick and curvy. "All natural, madam. Any excess weight I put on seems to go straight to my tits or my ass and nowhere else." She curved her fingertips around her left tit and pulled it upward, bringing it up so she could lick her large pink nipple while Andy watched. Then she reached down and dragged her skirt upwards, as she moved to push her head onto the couch while Aisling moved up onto her knees, straddling the girl's face.

"Come on, Andy, don't keep the poor slut waiting."

Andy tugged his jeans and boxers down enough for him to fish his cock out, moving to step out, rubbing the tip of his cock across the maid's twat, finding it was still soaked. "Remember when I told you I never showed my cock to anyone I hadn't kissed, Ash?"

"She doesn't want you to show her a good time, love. She's only got one thing on her mind, don't you whore?"

"Yes madam," the maid said between licks at Aisling's cunt.

"And what is that?"

Aisling's question caught the maid off guard. "Ma'am?"

"What is the one thing you've got on your mind?"

"Being imprinted, ma'am."

Aisling reached down and pinched one of Nicolette's nipples hard enough to make the maid yip audibly. "The master likes a dirty mouth on his girls, Nicolette. Maybe Phil didn't tell you that, but as Andy's first girl, it's my job to make sure everyone in the house knows exactly what he likes. So let me ask you again,  what's the one thing you've got on your mind?"

"Getting the Master to fuck me, ma'am."

"Why?"

"So I can be imprinted, to be owned, to belong to him, and be part of his house."

"Then tell him."

"Yes ma'am." Nicolette pulled her head back for a moment to look up at Andy, and the look on her face was one he was starting to get quite familiar with, a heady mix of need and lust. "Sir, let me offer you my body, my drenched holes for your use. I need to be fucked to belong to you, to feel your jizz blasting inside of my cunt or asshole, marking me as yours, imprinting me, claiming me. Take me, sir. Own me. Fuck my tight young snatch and brand me as your slut, your maid, your little French fucktoy. It hurts, sir, aches. I can't think straight. I'm a rutting bitch in heat, needy for a cock to clear her head. Can I serve you, Master? Will you grant me that privilege? Fuck me, sir. Do it."

"Put your mouth back to work, Nicolette, and I will," Andy said, as he pushed his cock along her cunt, feeling her shiver, her body instinctively trying to line it up so his wood would penetrate her.

"Yes, Master. Of course, Master." Nicolette slid her head back between Aisling's thighs, pressing her face up against the redhead's cunt, her tongue pushing into the girl.

Aisling leaned forward a little bit, reaching a hand forward to grab Andy's face, pulling him closer, kissing him as Andy pushed his cock inside of Nicolette's cunt. Beneath her, Aisling could feel the girl already lost in the throes of her first orgasm, muffling the scream by pressing her hips down against the maid's face. "How is she?"

"I think I might have killed the poor girl."

One of Nicolette's hands lifted and offered a thumb up gesture to them, which made Andy and Aisling both laugh until Aisling kissed Andy hard again. She reached down and grabbed Andy's hip to pull him hard into Nicolette, slamming his cock hilt deep into the French maid with enough force to make those heavy tits of hers jiggle and bounce. "That's it, Andy. Just rail the girl."

"You're trying to make me cum inside of her, aren't you?"

"It's working, isn't it?" Aisling giggled a little bit. "I'm giving up my load for the day to her. I want you to fill her cunt so full of cum that there's enough for me to lick a little bit out of her gash when you're done. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Andy groaned a little bit. "You're wicked, Ash."

" Umm, just like you want me to be. I have to admit, I'm a little addicted to it, seeing a new slut fuckdrunk on your spunk for the first time, her eyes rolled back in her head, the orgasm so intense that she's trembling like she's been struck by lightning. It make you seem so powerful."

"I don't think I can last long," he mumbled. "She's fucking tight."

"Then why wait? She wants your jizz. I want you to jizz inside of her. You want to jizz inside of her." She kissed his cheek and then moved nibble on his earlobe. "Go on. Give your newest slut her nut. Fill her up with that hot spunk and claim her. Your girlfriend is telling you to do it. Cream her up. In your house. Make her your slut, your maid, your personal fuckhole. Give to us. Please Master, she fucking needs it. I need it. Cum for us. Flood the little bitch with your cum. Show her who the lord of the house is." Aisling licked her tongue along the shell of his ear, then breathed hot onto his flesh, before whispering, "Own her. Cum!"

Nicolette's heels pressed into the small of his back as he pushed his cock hilt deep inside of her cunt and began to erupt inside of her. As soon as the first blast of his jism hit the back of her cunt, Nicolette began to thrash, her heels lifting off his skin as her legs pointed straight up into the air and began to practically vibrate, quaking like she had her own personal earthquake.

Eventually Andy's release ebbed back, and Aisling leaned to kiss him once more, her hand reaching up to brush sweat from his face. "Another one bites the dust," she giggled against his mouth before he pulled his hips back, letting his cock slide out from Nicolette's snatch as the girl's legs moved to slump down on the footstool, her whole body lying ragdoll limp, her lips very quietly mumbling that familiar word over and over again.

Aisling lifted her hips up and moved back to her feet, shifting Nicolette to move the maid's entire body up onto the couch, cradling the girl's head against the pillow on the armrest. Andy was starting to adjust to tuck his cock away before he felt Aisling's hand stop him. "Just wait there, mister."

The Irish girl grabbed a blanket and moved to lay it over Nicolette's unconscious form, covering her up, making sure the maid looked cozy. After Nicolette was properly tucked in, she turned around and kneeled down to lick his cock clean. It had still been glistening with a bit of his cum, as well as juices from Nicolette's cunt, but Aisling gave it a spit shine. Andy could feel himself struggling to get hard again, but as soon as Aisling had his cock clean, she tucked it away.

"Tomorrow you can take care of the gardener and the cook."

"Fucking this many people is exhausting, Ash."

"Awww. Poor baby. Do you know how much sympathy I have for you, half a dozen women craving your cum so much they'll fling themselves at you?"

"Very little?"

"Not even that much."

Andy chuckled, helping Aisling to her feet. "Yeah, I guess that's fair."

Chapter 12

Andy awoke the next morning much earlier than he normally did. It was the fact that the bed beneath him was new to him. New bed, new house, but the house itself didn't change as much of his perspective as the bed did. Sure, the four of them had fit in his old bed back at the condo, but the new bed had plenty of room for them to sprawl out if they wanted, and yet, he still awoke with all the girls basically pressing up against him, Aisling and Niko on either side of him, and Lauren mostly draped over Aisling. The cats were nowhere to be seen, although he wouldn't be surprised if they wandered across the bed several times during the night.

He did his best to extricate one arm free so he could look at his watch, only to find it was actually nearly nine a.m., far later than he'd expected. The girls remained zonked, and he had to admit, they'd all been up a bit late into the wee hours of the morning just wandering around and exploring the house. He still felt like he didn't have a great handle on the layout of the place, but he figured that would come in time.

Determined not to wake anyone, he wriggled his way downward, disentangling the gilded cage of arms and legs he found himself wrapped in. Once free, he was pleased to see that he hadn't woken any of the trio, so he headed into the closet to grab a change of clothes.

Immediately, he feared he might have made a terrible mistake, as the walk in closet was larger than the old condo's living room, but thankfully, most of his t shirts were hanging on clothes hangers directly in front of him, and a dresser there seemed to have his pants, boxers and socks. In fact, as he glanced at the walk in closet, he was a little amused to see how little of what he saw was actually his own clothes. Sure, all of his clothes were there, but they took up a fraction of the amount of space the walk in closet had on offer. Each of the girls had carved up their own section of the closet space, although if the Major was to be believed, this wouldn't be enough room eventually. The Major had even suggested each partner consider taking one of the bedrooms of the manor as their own, simply to have their own space, and their own place to keep their clothes. "Personal space is going to be important," she had told them yesterday. Andy had immediately decided it was advice worth heeding. He grabbed a change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom.

After stepping foot inside of the bathroom, he closed the door behind him, doing his best to keep the noise volume down, so as to not wake anyone. He imagined the girls would be up any minute now, but saw no reason to get anyone up before they awoke naturally. Some nights they all wore pajamas, but last night, they'd all just piled in one naked mess into the new bed, so the only thing Andy had to take off before he got into the shower was his watch and glasses, setting both on the counter next to his clothes.

The shower space was just about the same size as the bathroom in the old condo, but it was a thing Andy had decided he was just going to have to come to terms with. Everything in the new home was going to be bigger, because it had more people to accommodate. It did, however, give him plenty of room to maneuver as he attempted to get the water's temperature to a level he was comfortable with. He hadn't even thought to ask how the utilities of the new home were going to be paid for. He made a mental note to ask someone about it as he stepped under the soothing warm water.

Ten minutes later, he'd finished the shower, dried himself off and gotten dressed. As he passed through the bedroom, he could see that while none of the girls were awake yet, they had shifted to make up for his absence, now lined up like three little spoons, with Niko's ass pressed against Aisling's hips, and Aisling's ass against Lauren's hips. The cats had also joined them on the bed, sitting at either corner of it, almost like they were on guard duty. Andy reached down to pet Huginn, and the black cat leaned his head up to lean into Andy's touch. He smirked as the cat slowly pulled away from Andy's hand, but it was only to roll onto his back, exposing his belly, hoping Andy would give it a rub. He patted the plump cat's tummy briefly, but not long enough so that Huginn would think it was a game of Attack The Hand.

He didn't want to remain long enough to wake the girls, so he grabbed his phone from the charger on the nightstand, moved to the door of the bedroom and slipped out, closing it shut behind him as he moved into the hallway. The layout of the house was still fuzzy in his head, but he knew for certain that if he wanted to grab some breakfast, he needed to head downstairs.

As he wandered downstairs, the cook, Jennifer, he thought her name was, awaited him. She still had on the same apron from the day before, but the clothes she had on beneath it had changed to warmer colors. The t shirt was a light green and the slacks a cream color. "Good morning, sir. Would you like some breakfast?" she asked, a smile beaming at him. She was fidgeting, he noticed, and he was certain that the effects of the vaccine were starting to claw at her. He would have to make sure to take care of both her and the gardener today.

"Sure, Jennifer, that'd be nice. Is it Jennifer, or do you prefer Jen or Jenny?" he asked her, as she started to lead him towards the dining room.

"Whatever you'd like, sir," she said, demurely.

"No," he chuckled, "I'm asking you what you prefer to be called. I don't mind being in charge of the house and all that, but I'm not about to go around deciding what people are called. What do you prefer to be called?"

"Jenny, sir," she giggled. "Sorry, sir. What would you like for breakfast today?"

"Just, like, a croissant or a bagel with egg, cheese and ham on it? I don't need anything special."

"Give me five minutes and I'll whip something up for you."

Andy moved to sit down at the dining room table. The chairs were aimed at a much more formal environment, something he was going to have to make sure got corrected. He felt a little bit like Michael Keaton as Batman, sitting at a massively empty table all by himself. He opened his friend group's Discord chat channel and typed in a message to Eric “ you okay in your new place, man? “ but he saw that Eric was off line and didn't respond, so he figured he'd hear back from him later in the day. Phil was up, though, and the two chatted for a little bit while Andy waited for breakfast to arrive. Jenny poked her head in. "Did you want juice or milk, or should I make coffee?"

"God, the girls made drink coffee, but I can't fucking stand it. So it wouldn't hurt to put a pot on, but none for me, thanks. I'll just have some orange juice or pineapple juice or whatever."

"Got it," she said, dipping back into the kitchen, the swinging door closed behind her.

Phil was in good spirits, and let Andy know that he would be behind the wall in the gated community before the end of the week, which meant they could all hang out again. Phil insisted that on Saturday, they should all get together and play poker while the new families intermingled, something Andy agreed to immediately, and suspected Eric wouldn't have any problem with.

"Sir, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jenny said, as she brought out a tray with a bagel filled exactly as he'd asked and a glass of orange juice on it. "I don't mean to be rude or impatient, but,”

"No no, Jenny, I know. You're having trouble thinking clearly, and would like to get imprinted as soon as possible. Let me eat my breakfast, and then we can go take care of it if you like."

"I would like, sir, but that's not it." The girl looked at her hands as she wrung them together nervously before she looked up at him. "May I speak freely, sir?"

"Jenny, you're now and forever under orders to always speak freely in the house, okay? What is it?"

"It's my partner, sir, Katie."

"What about her?"

"Well, she, ah, she lied on her forms. Sir."

"About, what exactly, Jenny?" Andy wanted to know what was going on, but he was also famished, so he took a bite from his breakfast sandwich, as if encouraging the girl to continue speaking.

"It's, well, it's a bit embarrassing, sir, but, you know that Katie and I are partners, right?"

Andy swallowed his mouthful and took a sip from his orange juice before he spoke again. "You did mention it yesterday when you introduced yourselves." He gestured to a chair across the table from him. "Sit, sit. Now tell me what's up?"

Jenny looked at the chair like it might bite her, but then nervously moved to sit down, her hands still folded together on top of the table. "So, uh, while I'm bisexual, Katie isn't. Sir. She's strictly a lesbian."

Andy tried to keep his face blank. "Alright."

"So while she's going to need to intake your jism regularly, she's, uh,”

"She's going to be a pain in the ass about it," Katie said, moving into the room, clearly sounding cross. "Is that what you were going to say, Jen?" Katie was dressed in work clothes, having been outside working in the gardens, and had dirt on her knees, although she'd been careful not to drag any loose dirt into the house. "We're so fucked."

"Baby, no! I just wanted to explain,”

"You just wanted to explain that I wasn't going to do my job to our new boss. That's just great, Jenny! Now we're going to get hauled out of here and thrown in jail!"

"Katie, please!"

"We're fucked. We're so fucked, just because you had to grow a fucking conscience! I could've faked it! I could've pretended and just gotten through it, but no, you had to,”

"Ah Hem!" Andy said, loudly clearing his throat to get both of them to settle down. "Can I interject into this, or do you two want to go on arguing about what I'm going to do without actually knowing anything?"

Katie moved to nervously sit down in a chair next to Jenny, looking a little taken aback. "Sorry, sir."

"Sorry, sir," Jenny echoed.

"Thank you." Andy took another bite from his sandwich, which was delicious, while he let the two women sit in silence a moment, as if almost daring them to start arguing again.

They made it past him finishing the sandwich without speaking again, but he was on his last sip of orange juice when Katie, the Hispanic girl, couldn't help herself and spoke again. "I love my wife, sir, and I want to remain faithful to her. And you seem like a nice enough man, but I'm just not attracted to you in any way. Sorry, sir."

Andy smiled and shook his head a little bit. "Good lord, they barely told me anything, and somehow I still know more about all of this than you two do. Jenny, are you bisexual, or are you also lesbian?"

"Bisexual, sir, but I'm married. To Katie."

He nodded. "Look, I get that. So here's your options. If you want, I can tell the army you've changed your mind, and you can go back there, but if you've already been given the vaccination, you're unfortunately going to have to get paired up with some man."

"That part's actually true?"

Andy nodded. "I'm sure you're already feeling it, that unfamiliar blaze in your body. It'll get worse, a lot worse, until it's harder and harder to think, and you're just a raw, rutting creature, yearning for male sperm of some kind."

"How horrible," Jenny whispered.

"Better than the disease, Jenny," Katie said, patting her arm. "So what are our other options?"

"The obvious one is, naturally, that you both continue to be here, do your jobs, and I simply provide sperm for you to consume. I mean, I could just bring you in towards the end of a session with me and one of my partners, or with Nicolette,”

"Who?" Katie asked.

"He knows," Nicolette said, standing in the door, leaning against the doorframe. She was wearing another maid's outfit, but it was subtly different than the one she'd worn yesterday. "And he wasn't mad. He even thought the whole Yvette thing was funny."

"Or I could just agree to always use the two of you together, but the only person I touch would be Jenny, and Katie could touch Jenny. It's not strictly what you had in mind, but,”

"But it would satisfy Katie's insistence that she remain faithful," Jenny said. "Would you be okay with that, baby?"

"Okay?" Katie said, rolling her eyes. "Well, I might be able to get to okay eventually, if that's okay with you. Sir."

"Come on," Andy said, rising to his feet. "Take me to your room and we'll get you both imprinted."

"I'd, I'd rather you not come into our room, sir," Katie said. "If that's okay, sir. I'd like that to be just our special place, mine and Jenny's."

"That's fine, but we'll need to have some place to lay you both down once you're done."

"I did just fine on one of the couches, Master," Nicolette giggled. "Maybe we should use one of the living room spaces again."

"Alright, but let's use one more off to the side."

"There's always the lounge out in the pool house," Katie suggested.

"I have a pool house? Y'know what, forget I asked. Of course I have a pool house. Fine, let's go out to the pool house. Nicolette, if the girls wake up, let them know I'll be back in a little bit, okay?"

"Of course Master," she said with a curtsey, as Katie put her arm around Jenny's waist, and the two started to lead him to the back yard.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, sir," Katie said, as they walked past the pool. Sure enough, on the other side, there was a small house, which Andy could see had showers, a sauna, bathrooms, a small bedroom, and a little lounge. Hell, by itself, it was bigger than the old condo, and clearly this was a little guest house. "But I don't think your sperm is going to do anything for me."

"Mentally, sure, probably not, Katie. But on a biological level, you'll find this whole thing is a little surreal. When you meet Niko, you'll get to know what sort of state she was in when she came into my life. She'll tell you the story herself, I'm sure, but from my point of view, she practically assaulted me before I even got her name."

Jenny grinned impishly, as she closed the door behind Andy. The lounge had three couches in a U shape pointing towards a massive television, with a picture window on the side wall facing the pool. "I have to admit, that sounds kinda hot."

"It was," Andy said, as the two girls pushed him to sit down in the middle of the couch. "A little terrifying, but kinda hot. So how do you want to do this?"

Katie leaned up and pressed her lips against Jenny's, as Jenny's hand smoothed down her wife's hip. The kiss intensified and Andy could see the tongues dancing together, as Katie's hand moved to cup one of Jenny's plump tits through the apron before reaching behind her to untie it, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it aside. "I'm thinking Jenny here'll blow you, and I'll just share it at the end, so you have to tell us when you're close. If that's okay. Sir."

"That's fine, Katie. If you always want to do it this way, that's fine, or if you want to switch it up now and again, we can do that too."

Katie nodded, and reached down to pull Jenny's t shirt up and over her head, exposing the brunette's overabundance of titflesh that had actually been quite concealed by the apron. "We, uh,” She blushed a little bit before continuing, pushing Jenny down to her knees. "We've had threesomes before. I don't mind if Jenny gets a little cock now and then, as long as I'm always there, but it's hard to get men to understand I don't want any. They usually try to pressure me to join in."

"Well I won't ever do that, Katie," Andy said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, although,” Jenny had unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped them, as the other two continued to talk.

Katie smirked, rolling her eyes a little. "As long as you don't care if I say no, you can always ask, sir."

"I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind taking your top off as well, so we're all at least a little exposed here."

"No, I can do that," she said, unzipping the top of the worksuit. "My tits aren't anywhere near as nice as Jenny's, though." She peeled the top down to her waist, exposing a perky caramel colored pair of tits, capped with darker tan nipples.

"You've got excellent tits, Katie," Andy said to her, as she tied the arms of the top around her waist to tie it in place. "And don't you ever take shit from anyone who says otherwise."

"Aw, you're sweet, Andy," she said before looking down at her wife. "How's it look, hon? Something you can work with?"

Jenny nodded, having fished out Andy's cock, her fingertips stroking up and down it slowly. "It's a good size. I may want to have a ride on it now and again, if that's okay, baby."

"Let's take it all one step at a time, okay?" Katie said. She moved to sit down on the couch next to Andy, laughing softly. "She's always been over eager. But I'll probably let you fuck her now and again. And I know she's a very good cocksucker. Her old boyfriend used to brag about it all the time."

"Pig," Jenny said, before she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, letting her tongue brush over it slowly, evoking a shiver from Andy. "Oh! Not you, sir, him."

"I figured that one out, Jenny." Andy glanced over at Katie. "So are you both really submissive? Did you really want to do this, be a gardener and a cook?"

"Jenny's mostly submissive, and I'm a switch," the Hispanic woman said. "And these were the jobs we had in the before times, just at different places. I was the gardener for some tech millionaire, and Jenny worked in the kitchen at the S F O airport Marriott, so we'll do our jobs well, and the other thing reasonably well."

"I just want to make sure I'm not forcing anyone to do anything they don't want to."

"We will be sure to tell if you're pushing it. Sir." She laughed slightly at herself, as if chiding herself not to forget to call him that. "Remember, you're going to have to tell us when you're close, sir," Katie said.

"I'm a man of my word, Katie."

"I hope so." Jenny pushed her head down onto his cock, sliding her lips down a few inches before pulling her head back up. "Oh, if you're going to do it, just fucking do it, Jen." Katie took her hand and pushed on the back of Jenny's head, forcing her face down hard into Andy's lap, until he could feel the girl's lips around the base of his cock, her throat twitching as she was struggling not to gag. Katie leaned in to whisper into Andy's ear. "She fucking loves shit like this."

After a few seconds, Katie pulled Jenny's head back, and the girl coughed, laughing throatily, spit dripping from her mouth onto his cock, tears running down her eyes, a crazy smile on her face. "Oh god, I think I fucking came when you did that, Kat."

"Well, not to take credit for it, but that was my precum. You're starting the imprinting process now."

"I call bullshit," Katie said. "Prove it."

Andy decided the best way to do this was to mostly remain out of it, so he took Jenny's arm by the wrist, rubbing her palm over the tip of his cock, which oozed out a little bit of precum, then lifted it up towards Katie, palm facing her face. "Lick. Prove me wrong."

Katie cocked an eyebrow at him, then leaned forward to run her tongue along Jenny's palm. As soon as her tongue slurped in that precum, she leaned back suddenly against the back of the couch, pulling up her knees to her chest, her face scrunched tightly as she spasmed violently. Andy was fairly certain that Katie's panties were drenched, but didn't want to embarrass the girl by looking. After a few seconds, Katie's eyes opened again, and she groaned, a sultry wanton sound. "Oh you utter bastard," she moaned. "I know that's all physiological, but fuck was that good,”

"You're going to get that same sensation each time you get any of my cum. Both of you. Ash's been with me the longest, about two months now, and she says it's never gotten any less intense, and from time to time, it's even way more intense than that."

Katie pushed Jenny's head back down into Andy's lap, forcing her mouth back onto his shaft, as she wriggled in her seat. "How often do we have to have it?"

"We've experimented around a little bit with trying to wean a girl off of it, but after about a week or so, it starts impairing logic. Not a lot, at first, but a little bit. It's harder to think clearly, you find sex popping into your head unwarranted more than usual. And by ten days, it's like a painful gnawing hunger. Lauren wanted to try and go two full weeks without, but on day eleven, ah,”

Katie laughed softly. "Go on. You said we have no secrets here."

Andy nodded with a slight shrug. "She, uh, when I went to take my shower in the morning, she followed me in and forced me to fuck her by trapping me between the wall and the sink. She bent over the sink and braced her hands against it and pinned me. I mostly just stood there, my ass pressed against the wallpaper while she thrust back against me hard and fast. She's, ah, she's a lot stronger than I am."

Both girls laughed, although Jenny's laugh was a bit muffled, as she still had most of his cock in her mouth. "I think once a week or so is something we can make work," Katie said, brushing her hand along the back of Jenny's neck. "See? I told you she was good."

"Fuck, her tongue keeps teasing against the bottom of my balls. I'm not going to last long like this. You may want to,”

"Sure," Katie said, sliding off the couch and onto her knees, off to the side of Andy's right leg. "I know how we can do this." She pulled Jenny's head up and free of his cock before pushing her over to the other side of Andy's legs, his legs pressed together. "C'mere, babe." Katie pulled Jenny close, and then the two women kissed with the length of his cock between them, blocking their lips from reaching each other until they both slid up and kissed with the head of his cock between them.

Jenny reached down to fondle his balls, and he felt a second hand join, a little surprised that it was Katie's, as the two tongues danced against each other, and over the head of his cock, and he couldn't resist any longer, his body tensing up as he had a hand resting on either of their shoulders.

When that release hit him, he could see Katie's other hand on the back of Jenny's neck, as if holding her in place, as he saw Jenny suddenly reach up and do the same, helping each other to stay locked in place around the tip of his cock, as he blasted a hot load of spunk into their mouths. He felt like he gave at least a few pumps of jizz into each of their mouths, and certainly they were both affected, as each of them began to tremble, the clasp of hands and necks keeping them all in place, as both of them swallowed mouthfuls until finally they could resist no longer and both girls slumped their heads back and to the side, the full weight of their unconscious bodies pressed into the couch. Each of them trembled and vibrated a little, the aftershocks of the process clearly still coursing through their veins.

Both girls were quietly murmuring that familiar word, imprinting, over and over again.

It took Andy a few seconds to regain his composure, but once he finally did, he tucked his cock away beneath his boxers and jeans, zipping them up and rebuttoning them before he stood up and extracted himself from between them. He moved to lift Katie up onto the couch first, laying the girl out on it, before picking up Jenny, pushing her onto the couch with Katie, draping one arm over the Hispanic girl. Then he picked up an afghan laying in the room and covered them both up, for warmth as much as modesty. It wasn't freezing cold, but Halloween was next week, and California in October could get cold. He assumed the guest house had heating, but didn't even have the slightest idea how to turn it on. He was about to leave, then decided to scout the pool house out a little more. Sure enough, he found a thermostat, and noticed it was set to off, so he set the temperature to 70F and turned it from Off to Auto, hearing a heater kick on along the far side of the building. His work done, he decided to head back inside.

He stopped to look at the pool, marveling the fact that he had his very own swimming pool, something southern Californians might have in spades, but certainly came at a premium in the northern California area, where real estate was a scarcity. He'd had dreams of his works being optioned, turned into movies or some such, and hoped that they would make him oodles of money, but the books hadn't developed a big enough audience where Andy would've felt comfortable enough letting someone adapt his works while remaining faithful to what he'd written. A producer had once offered him ten grand for the rights in perpetuity for everything, offering Andy no creative influence, no backend profits and no altering of the deal if things performed well. Andy had, in response, made a Berry Gordy joke that he was sure went over the producer's head, then politely declined. He'd jokingly referred to it to his friends as the "you'll take our money, shut your mouth and like it" deal. But he didn't, he wouldn't and so he didn't have to.

In the end, he'd still ended up with a pool.

He continued heading towards the house, seeing Niko, wearing just one of his over sized t shirts, although he suspected she probably had panties on underneath. Her arms were crossed over her chest, so he couldn't be sure, but he thought that it was one of his Catherine Wheel t shirts. It looked like the orange corners of the "Ferment" album cover peeking around her arms. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said, as he walked up towards her. "Everyone else up?"

"Ash was toweling off when I came downstairs and Lauren was just heading into the shower, so she should be down in a little bit," Niko said to him. If Aisling had fallen into the role of his girlfriend, Niko had worked herself into becoming his right hand woman. Aisling took care of him emotionally, and Niko seemed to enjoy making sure everything was humming along. She'd been the one to structure their packing, and made sure Andy didn't forget anything he would regret leaving behind. Sure, all of that stuff was being brought over, but Niko had made certain that Andy hadn't left anything truly important to other people. "Also, your newest girl is here. She's waiting in the living room. Well, the front living room. One of the front living rooms. The one closest to the door. I signed for her, figured you wouldn't mind. That's her car parked out front, and the Uhaul attached to it has the rest of the stuff from the condo."

"Nice." Andy was surprised another girl had arrived so soon, but the Major had made it clear that they would be coming at a steady rate until he was at capacity, which meant at least another nine or so, maybe even as many as thirteen more, although Andy had stressed to the Major that stopping early was absolutely fine. The Major had seemed to think that was funny. They'd walked inside of the house and headed towards the front living room. "What's her name?"

"Her name is,”

"Taylor!" Lauren's voice shouted as Andy and Niko walked into the room. Sitting on the couch was a young blonde, barely five feet tall, in a white muscle t shirt that didn't cover all of her toned stomach, and a pair of jeans that looked like they were practically painted on. A denim jacket was draped over the back of the couch. The girl's hair was platinum blonde, bordering on white, clearly dyed or bleached, but had dark eyebrows, and Andy could see dark hair down at the roots. She had a gold belly ring and heavy Doc Martin shoes. Small diamond earrings adorned her ears, and around her right wrist was a gold bangle bracelet. Her lipstick was a bright pink. In fact, it was clear that the girl, who looked like she was in her early twenties, had spent a decent amount of time on both her outfit and her makeup, like she wanted to make a good first impression. It was also worth noting that she was more than a little buxom for her small height, the top strained over her large tits enough that Andy could make out a white bra on underneath it. If not for the dark roots, she almost reminded him a little of a smaller version of Lauren. Both girls had a bit of that 'I'm showing off for Instagram' vibe to them, although Andy would never have said it that way to Lauren. "Andy, no fucking way! I do not want that bitch in this house!"

The girl on the couch looked like she was about ready to break down crying, as Lauren loomed over her. His Aussie partner had put on a bit more than Niko, in that she was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. "I'm sorry, Lauren," the girl, Taylor, said. "I'm so, so sorry, baby."

"Don't fucking 'baby' me, you whore!" Lauren shouted, turning to walk towards Andy. "This is intolerable! Figure it out!" Lauren kept walking right past him and headed towards the stairs, each step heavy, almost like she was trying to stomp her anger out. "Figure It Out!" she shouted from upstairs, just before he heard the bedroom door slam loud enough to rattle the house.

"I take it you know her?" Niko said to Taylor.

"Yeah," Taylor mumbled. "I'm her ex girlfriend."

Chapter 13

Andy looked at Niko, then at Taylor, then back to Niko, unsure of what to say to anyone. "Look, Niko, can you figure out her side of the story?" he said, gesturing to Taylor. "I'm going to go talk to Lauren and find out what the hell is going on."

"Good luck, babe," Niko said, kissing his cheek.

"Tell her," Taylor said before stopping, biting her bottom lip in a pout, then starting again. "Tell her if she'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my life apologizing to her."

Andy didn't know what to say to that, so he walked out of the room and started heading to the stairs, trying to follow the sound he'd heard a minute or so ago of Lauren stomping off. Clearly there was bad blood here, but talking to Taylor first would only hurt Lauren's feelings, so he needed to check on his partner.

Once he got to the top of the stairs, he saw Aisling leaning against the outside of the master bedroom door, which was closed. "What's all this then?" she said, jerking her finger to the door. "Lauren stormed in here crying a minute ago and told me to go away."

"We just had a new girl show up, and apparently she used to be Lauren's girlfriend. I'm going to go talk to Lauren about it right now."

Ash raised her hand. "Are you sure about this, Andy?"

He shook his head with a sigh. "No, but I'm not going to sit around and do nothing, so I'm going in there."

"You want me to go in with you?"

Andy shook his head again. "No, better let me go in on my own."

"Don't have to tell me twice. Who's keeping an eye on the ex?"

"Niko's down talking to her. You're welcome to join her."

"I'll do that," she said, moving to kiss his cheek, much as Niko had done. "You're a good man, Andy Rook. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"I think my spaceship knows which way to go. Tell,”

"She knows," Aisling giggled, as she strolled past him and headed to the stairs.

Andy moved to the bedroom door and considered knocking, but decided that it would only encourage Lauren to tell him to go away, so he simply opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He saw his Aussie partner sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms folded atop of them, her face buried against her arms. "Okay, Laur, tell me the whole story," he said, moving over to sit down on the bed.

"Taylor and I dated for about a year. She was even living with me for a few months, until one day I came home from work early and found her banging some guy in our,” She paused, wiping her eyes. "She was fucking some fella in my bed. I threw her out that night, and told her to pick her shit up the next day. I packed it up and left it in the hallway for her so I didn't even have to look at her. I haven't even seen her since."

"Okay. What do you want me to do here?"

"Do?" She curled her fingers together into fists before forcing herself to relax them. "What I want you to do is throw the bitch out on her ass and leave her to rot in the sun."

"I somehow think the Air Force will come pick her up and take her back, if that's what you want."

"She deserves a lot worse."

"Well, she's already been injected with the vaccine, so the urge for male cum is probably eating away at her pretty badly right now, and you know what that's like."

Lauren's face scrunched up. "It's a need, but it's not punishment."

"And if I send her away, I'm pretty sure the Air Force is just going to give her to someone else in New Eden, so it's not like I can make her just disappear," he said, sighing softly. "But you're the one with the history here. So you tell me what you want. Should I throw her out? Is that what you want?"

"What I want? What I want is for her to be punished and learn some fucking loyalty."

"Do you want to be the one to do that?"

Lauren rubbed her eyes again, then reached to take one of Andy's hands that had been resting atop of her knee. "What do you mean?"

"Phil told me that if a woman partakes of the cum of a man other than the one she's imprinted to, it can have, consequences. Dire consequences. Which means she's going to have to be loyal to our family, if you want her to be a part of it."

"She can't just come in without some retribution, Andy," Lauren said, shaking her head. "I won't let her just walk all over me like that."

"Lauren. Love. At this point, you have the upper hand. You hold all the power right now. Your ex is here, and more than anything she wants to stay here, it looks like. Right before I came up here, she said she'd do everything she could to spend the rest of her life apologizing to you, to try and make it up to you. Have you talked to her at all since you threw her out?"

"I didn't even talk to her when I threw her out, Andy!" Lauren said, tossing her hands up. "I just, the violation of trust hurt, so fucking much. She was the first, hell, she was the only girlfriend I've had here in the states. Well, before all of our family, anyway."

Andy really hadn't had that much experience with relationships, and he felt like he was being thrown into the deep end, so he decided to just speak from his heart and to not overthink it. "I can't tell you what to feel, Lauren. I can't tell you what to do. But whatever you want me to do here, I will," he said, pulling his legs up to fold them underneath him. "If you want me to send her away, I will. If you want me to bring her into the family, I will. If you want to bring her into the family, but punish her for what she did to you before, we can do that."

"How do I even punish her, Andy?"

"I don't know, Lauren!" he said, unfolding his legs as he scooted up onto the bed alongside her, pulling her head to rest on his shoulder. "I've never been cheated on before. Did you have any sign that it was coming?"

"I knew she was bisexual, but it hadn't been a problem before. At least, I don't think it had. She'd joked around about missing real cock from time to time, but that's all I took it as! Jokes!" Lauren snuggled up against him. "If it was that much of a problem, the bitch should've talked to me first before she went out trawling for cock!"

"She looked quite a bit younger than you, Laur. Maybe she was afraid you'd take it the wrong way, or get upset with her," he said. "Before any of this, I'd never dated a bisexual. I don't know what it's like to want two entirely different things from a partner."

"It's not really all that different from us, Andy, except for the bits and bobs. If you want something soft and gentle, you come to me. If you want something playful and fun, you go to Ash. If you want something wild and reckless, you go to Niko. If you want a mix, you mix and match."

"Don't think I notice you dodging my question."

"Strewth, Andy, I've forgotten even what it was."

"What do you want me to do here? You want me to send her away?"

Lauren bit her lip, thinking it over a moment, before she shook her head from side to side, not saying a word.

"Then you want me to bring her into the family?"

The question hung in the air exactly in the way that bricks don't. "Taylor and I were good together, so I think, I think we can be good together again, eventually, but that doesn't mean I want to let her off the hook for what she did." There was a soft knock at the door, and Andy looked down to Lauren, who called out. "Come on in."

The door opened and Aisling let herself in, closing the door behind her. "Well, nobody's been cut in half, so I think I'll take that as progress," she said, as she moved over to the bed. "Taylor's mostly been crying a bit in the living room, begging for the chance to apologize, to make it up to Lauren, to do whatever she can to get back into her good graces." Ash hopped up and smoothed a hand along Lauren's leg. "So what are doing? What was it Lily joked around about that one time?" She paused, trying to remember the phrase before a wicked grin spread on her lips. "Oh yeah. You want me to go cuntpunt the bitch?"

That made Lauren laugh, a short laugh at first, followed by a longer one, until Aisling was laughing with her, and eventually even Andy joined in. "Let's not get out of control," Lauren said. "I'm angry, but I'm not gonna condone violence."

"So I think we've figured out all the things we aren't going to do, but what are we going to do?" Andy asked.

Lauren sat up, drew in a long breath, then exhaled, as if resolved in her decision, as she slid off the bed. "Let's go. I don't want to say it all twice, so you can hear it when I tell Taylor."

The three of them headed back downstairs, and moved back into the living room, where Taylor sat, Niko sitting on a couch across from her. Taylor's eyes were red, her makeup running a little. She looked like she was about to say something, but Lauren raised her hand, signaling that she should be quiet, so Taylor didn't speak.

"Okay, Taylor, you've made it clear you want to get back with me, but I'm with Andy now, so I'm going to explain you what your three choices are, and you aren't going to say a fucking word unless you're asked a direct question. Understand?"

Taylor looked almost too scared to speak, but nodded in response.

"Good. Your first choice is that you can walk out that door and never come back. That's going to be the end result if you don't do exactly what I'm about to explain to you." Lauren gestured for everyone to take a seat, but remained standing while they did. "You fucking broke my heart, so if you think you get to just do that and come back without any consequences, you're out of your fucking mind. The next month is going to be one long test for you. After a week, I'm going to let Andy imprint you, assuming you make it that long, which I'm not sure you will."

"Imprint means he'll fuck you," Niko added, seeing the confused look on the girl's face.

"Exactly," Lauren said, continuing. "But to get to that point, you're going to have to prove exactly how sorry you are about what you've done. And you're going to do that by being the house bitch."

Andy arched an eyebrow, but knew better than to interrupt. Lauren seemed like she was on a roll, and all that pain that had been welling up inside of her was just pouring out.

"For the next month, you aren't going to wear any clothes around the house except for a dog collar. We'll keep the heat on in the house, so it won't be cruel, but you are going to be bare ass naked twenty four hours a day, except for that dog collar. You aren't going to speak to anyone unless spoken to, and when you are spoken to, you will answer questions simply and directly, without opinion or embellishment, unless specifically asked. No phone. No contact with the outside world. No trying to explain yourself or talk your way out of it, which I know is going to be hell on wheels for you, because you do fucking love to talk. You will eat what and when I tell you that you can eat. You will sleep when and where I tell you that you can sleep. I'll be kind enough to let you use a toilet on your own, but that's the only fucking amenity you're going to get for the whole month. I'm probably going to make you eat your food out of a goddamn bowl, and make you sleep curled up at the foot of the bed like the bitch that you are."

Aisling chuckled a little bit, wondering to herself if the cuntpunt might've been less painful.

"Assuming you can make it a week like this, I'm going to let Andy fuck you while I'm present, but I'm going to make him be as rough and brutal as he can with you, and I'm only going to let him fuck two holes on you, your face and your ass. You don't get to put anything in your cunt for the whole month. Not Andy's cock, not a sex toy, not even your own fucking fingers. Now I know Andy likes dirty talk, and because I've learned to put my partner's needs above my own, when he's fucking you like a common whore, you're going to talk like one. In fact, it's going to be the only time when you're allowed to say more than a few words during the whole month. You are going to be the nastiest, filthiest gutter trash slut you can be while he's drilling your ass so hard you feel like he's got his cock in your stomach. You are going to put pornos to shame with how crass you're going to be. And you're going to have to love every fucking second of it, because if I doubt you for even a second, I will throw your ass into the back yard. All the gratitude you have at being given a second chance, you are going to pour that into convincing my man that you love being his fucking whore, his little bitch."

Aisling had settled on one side of Andy, Niko on the other, and Niko could tell Andy was a little apprehensive, so she took his hand and squeezed it gently, reassuringly.

"Now if you can make it until the end of the month, take your punishment like a woman and not complain one bit, then I will forgive your transgression and welcome you into the home. You can be a normal person again. You can be part of the family, a partner to me and Andy and Aisling and Niko. All of the month will be forgotten and you will be forgiven for breaking my heart last year. But I am not going to ever forget what you did, which leads me to your third choice."

Andy could hear Taylor's breath catch a little bit.

"If we bring you into this house, and you ever fuck around with someone outside of the family, and I mean fucking anybody, man or woman, and you will be fucking done here. We will banish you from the house and you will be fucking dead to us. Now you don't know what this vaccine's done to you yet, so let me tell you that if you have any fucking doubts about being able to stay faithful to this group of people, you should walk out that door right fucking now, because you will be doing yourself a favor. The only reason I'm not making you wait a month before getting imprinted is because you wouldn't fucking last that long. Shit, you may not even last the whole goddamn week."

Lauren stalked over toward Taylor, who was looking up at her with wide eyes, dumbstruck by all of this.

"By the end of the week, you are going to need a cock so bad, that it is going to take every inch of willpower in your body not to just grind against Andy until he gives it to you. I know you think you're a badass bitch, but let me tell you, you aren't shit compared to Niko. She's the toughest bitch I've ever met, and this vaccine hit her so hard, she could barely string a fucking sentence together when I met her. She was thirsty for cock in a way I didn't think was even possible. She practically raped him in front of his roommate. I tried to go without Andy's cum myself for a short while, and I intended on going two weeks without, just to prove to myself that I could do it."

Lauren reached down and grabbed Taylor's chin, turning her face up so that she couldn't look away. "By day eleven, I was a little rutting bitch, my cunt was dripping in fucking puddles, and eventually I shoved Andy into a fucking wall and made him drill me like a two dollar whore until I got my fucking fix. This vaccine is going to turn you into a fucking junkie for his cum, and I'm going to make sure he gives you a dose about once a week, but you aren't going to have a word of complaint the whole time, no matter how itchy you feel, no matter how desperately you want it, no matter how hot you feel on the inside. You get your jizz when I decide you get it, not any other time. Ash, what's today's date?"

"October 26th."

"That means from now until Thanksgiving, you won't be a person. You will be this house's pet who shit on the fucking rug, and you will be in the doghouse like a bitch deserves to be. But if you can make it to Thanksgiving, well, then we'll all sit down for a nice Thanksgiving dinner and welcome you into the family like a real person. And all will be forgiven, but not forgotten, because if you ever, ever, ever cheat on me again, no, if you cheat on this family, my fucking family, you will dead to the fucking world, if not just dead. Period. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

Taylor nodded, still too in shock to even dare speaking.

"Now strip off those clothes and I want you to tell each and every one of the people in this room you're sorry, you're a worthless bitch, and you're going to work to do better." Lauren finally felt like she had said enough, and moved to sit down in one of the plush armchairs scattered around the room.

Taylor rose to her feet, slowly, nervousness plain on her face, as she moved over to stand in front of Niko. She pulled her shirt up and over her head, unfastening her bra to expose those massive tits of hers, at least a DD cup size, large aerola with stiff pink nipples, still firm by the kindness of youth. She looked directly into Niko's eyes and spoke for the first time in what felt like ages. "My name is Taylor, I'm sorry for what I did to Lauren, I'm a worthless bitch, and I'm going to work to do better."

Niko wasn't sure if she was supposed to say something, so she remained silent.

Taylor moved to the other side of Andy and stood in front of Aisling. She pulled off her tennis shoes and socks, then unbuttoned her jeans, practically peeling them down her hips before kicking them off, standing in front of the Irish girl in only a thong. "My name is Taylor, I'm sorry for what I did to Lauren, I'm a worthless bitch, and I'm going to work to do better."

Aisling also remained silent, but offered a little nod.

Taylor stepped a little to her left, standing directly in front of Andy, who took a good look at her, as she pushed the thong down to her ankles and stepped out of it, leaving her totally nude. She looked fit, as fit as Lauren, but Andy wasn't even entirely sure she was old enough to drink. There wasn't a tan line on her body, and her snatch was entirely shaven, but the thing that surprised him the most was that he could see a slight glisten between her thighs, as she turned her bright blue eyes to look at him, hints of tears in them. "My name is Taylor. I'm sorry for what I did to Lauren. I'm a, no, I'm your worthless bitch, and I'm going to work to do better. Sir."

Andy felt like remaining silent was the right thing to do, so he didn't say anything to her either.

Finally, Taylor moved over to stand in front of Lauren, and then slipped down to her knees, folding her hands in front of her, as her eyes looked up at the Australian woman, pleading for this to work. "My name is Taylor. I'm very sorry for the horrible thing I did to you, Lauren. I'm your worthless bitch, and I'm going to work to do better."

Lauren lifted her hand up and then slapped Taylor across the face as hard as she could, the sound of it ringing like a gunshot, as Taylor's cheek immediately started to blossom a dark red. "Down on all fours, bitch. And you better not fucking disappoint me again. Your month starts now."

Taylor lowered herself down onto her hands and knees, and then laid down, curling at Lauren's feet. And the room stayed silent for a good long moment, before Lauren spoke again.

"So, are we going to go take a tour of the town or what?"

To be continued in part 5, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.