Clementina - S01 E22

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Clementina - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

"Wow," I thought. "If this is what life is going to be from now on, this is not bad at all."

Clementina cracked open the wine and poured, and we had several toasts to our new living arrangements, to light phallites, to slime, and to anything we could think of to give us an excuse to drink more wine.

We quickly finished off the bottle and Clementina produced a second. We chatted and sipped.

Ona was sitting in a chair next to me, and she was the first to bring things around to more weighty subjects.

"I know I was wrong," she said. "I am so sorry for what happened. I never, ever planned for anyone to get hurt."

I had tried not to think about what she had done, not wanting to spoil the evening, but there it now was. I shook my head.

"Planned to or not, people got hurt. People got dead," I said. "My father among them."

Ona nodded. "I accept that responsibility. That's why I'm the whore from now on. I know you haven't had much time to use me, as busy as you've been. But just want you to know know my place. Do with me what you will, any time, any where."

"I will," said. "Starting now."

My mom and Clementina both giggled.

I stood up and moved to stand over Ona. She looked up at me with doe eyes. The dark squiggly lines had just about faded from her face and breasts, but the slightest hint still remained. I pushed my swim trunks to the ground and peeled off my shirt.

I siezed Ona's hair, dragged her from the chair and forced her to her knees in front of me, her lips hovering inches from my foot- plus phallite cock. A surge of slime shot from my cock, hitting Ona in the face, tricking down her face and across her breasts. I squeezed her hair and snapped her head back, forcing her mouth open.

But before I could continue, Clementina spoke up.

"You know, if you want to hurt her, just shoving your cock into her mouth, cunt, or ass really wont do the trick. She's got a phallite Inside her too. She's built for that kind of abuse."

"Really?" said. "I was looking forward to pounding her ass until she was so stretched we could rent out her colon as an Air BnB."

"You can do that if you want," Clementina said. "But that sounds more like fun than pain. When you're done with Ona you can do me and your mon that way too. If you want to do something that hurts, do just the opposite."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Clementina got up and disappeared into the house for a moment, returning with a length of the same cord we had used to tie her and Ona up during the extermination.

"Tie her up," she said to my mom, handing her the rope.

"Ooh, sexy," Ona said. "Tie me up and fuck my ass. Sweet."

My mother got busy with the rope and in a moment, Ona was laying on her side on the patio, tied up like she had been down in the basement a couple of weeks ago.

"So now do I fuck her ass?" asked, stroking my cock that was still dribbling slime, but had lost a tiny bit of its tone since the debate began.

"Yes!" Ona begged. "Fuck me, please."

I turned to Clementina. She shook her head.

"No," she said. "You fuck me. Or your mom. Ass, mouth, or pussy. Doesn't matter. But whatever you do, don't touch my sister."

So that was it. The best way to abuse someone with a phallite was to deny them.

Ona started to object, then remembering her place in the hierarchy. stopped.

I moved to stand over her, letting the tip of my cock hover above her head. A slow trickle of slime slipped from the tip.

"I better help before you lose control," my mom said.

She tossed back what was left in her wine glass and peeled off the sun dress she was half-wearing. She looked perfect. Her large, soft, upturned breasts just starting to trickle a hint of milk, her narrow, toned stomach; her wide but muscular hips, the soft, wrinkled folds of her labia dangling beneath her slit, her large. stiffening clit, and the clear slime slipping from her slit and sliding down her legs. She looked hot.

My mother straddled Ona so that the slime slithering from her slit and ass now trickled off her lobes and down onto Ona's tightly bound body. Ona moaned and made an attempt to shift so that she could get her lips under the trickle, but I planted a foot on her shoulder and pushed her back down. My mother pulled me to her and gave me a long kiss, stroking my cock, rubbing slime up and down the shaft.

"Amateur," Clementina said. She pulled off her swimsuit and straddled Ona as well. I now had my mother on my left and Clementina on my right. Clementina pulled my face to her and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue slipped between my lips and intertwined with mine. I reached down and squeezed her breasts, squirting a stream of her milk across my own chest, sending it trickling down my stomach past my pulsating foot-long-and-then- some phallite-Induced erection. It mixed with the slime coming from my cock and spread across Ona's stomach.

Ona was now laying helplessly on the concrete patio beneath us, whimpering from frustration. Slime poured from her gaped ass and slit, milk from her breasts. She was definitely hot and ready, but nobody was playing with her. I could only imagine what having a phallite on board and being denied must be like. It had to be horrible for Ona.

Good. I gave my cock a stroke and dangled it above Ona's face, but just before the collecting droplet of slime was about to let go, I moved it back so it landed on her neck just beyond the reach of her tongue.

This torture was beautiful.