Chapter 9: Lucy's nightgown
"Lucy, are you enjoying this?" She nodded her reply. "Good. Would you like to be able to do this all the time?" Another nod of agreement. "You can have my cock in you anytime you like, Lucy..." She groaned, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine, and he almost came. "There is a condition though. You have to come to me tomorrow afternoon and swear to be my sex toy. Will you do that, Lucy?"
"Od es," she gagged out.
"Come to me tomorrow afternoon, wearing your cheerleader outfit. Don't wear any panties. Go shopping tomorrow morning and buy a quarter cup, push-up bra to wear. You must wear the bra, but no panties under your cheerleader uniform. Do you understand?"
"Es." She sucked harder, pushing him deeper into her mouth. He felt the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat.
"Then you'll come to me and offer yourself as my sex toy. You'll say swear to let me fuck you anytime I want, anywhere I want, anyway I want. Will you do that, Lucy? Will you become my fuck slave?"
In answer she groaned, pushing down on him harder than before so that his cock slipped down her throat. It was tight, but she seemed not to care as she slipped him back out and then in again, deep throating him over and over. He could feel her lips against the very base of his cock and the thrill of it was pushing him over the edge.
"I'm going to cum down your throat now, Lucy," he said.
She knew. She could feel his shaft swelling in her mouth. She took a last breath through her nose and pushed him deep into her as he began to spurt long and hard into her body. For several seconds his swollen cock was stuck in hr throat and she thought she might die with him there, straining to unload himself into her. Then he relaxed and pulled out. Lucy took a heavy breath of fresh air and smiled like the cat that has found fresh cream.
Michael stood, reached down, and picked up Lucy's nightgown. "Just so you know you have to come to me," he said, "I'll give you this back tomorrow."
"Aren't you going to fuck me again?" she asked, plaintively.
"Not tonight. It's time to rest. If you want more, come to me tomorrow afternoon."
"I will."
Michael walked out, finding Julia stepping out of the smallest bedroom, licking her lips.
"What have you been up to?" he asked.
"Sucking off Lucy's little brother. Actually, he's not that little. Randy little pervert as well. What's that?" She indicated the nightgown.
"It's Lucy's. I told her she could have it back if she came to see me tomorrow afternoon."
Julia shrugged. "Sometimes we can move things about here and they move in the real world, but mostly the Consensus puts them back. Hey, you're obviously pretty strong at this, maybe you've got the will to make it happen."
Michael thought of the Lucy-slave that might be turning up at his home tomorrow and hoped that he did have the will.
"What's 'the Consensus'?" Michael asked.
Julia looked at him sideways over her shoulder. Michael had tied her across the dining room table, her ankles attached to opposite table legs, and her wrists firmly tethered to the further side. She could not move much, just enough to enjoy the slow, methodical fucking he was giving her.
"Do you... really want... me to answer... um, answer that now?" she replied.
"Please," he said. He was feeling smug. The nightgown he had taken from Lucy had been clutched in his hand when he had woken up. "I could stop if you like."
"N-no, don't stop. The Consensus is the group mind of everyone. Oh that's good... It's what k-keeps us h-honest."
"In what way?"
"Well it tends to keep the r-real world c-consistent. Stops us s-stealing stuff... that kind of th-th-thing, oh god I'm going to..." Her back arched and he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on him. She thrashed uncontrollably against her bonds for a minute or so, and then lay still.
Michael continued to slide himself slowly in and out of her. Finally she stirred.
"Say you wanted to steal the crown jewels of England. There's nothing to stop you walking in and taking them, but then the Consensus starts playing its part. If no one in the real world has noticed the theft and you take your attention off the jewels, the Consensus will put them back. Otherwise people will rationalise it as a theft, and if there's a theft there must be a thief. Even though there can't be any, the police will find evidence leading to you and you'll be caught. The Consensus knows what we do, you see, even if individuals don't, and it acts to stop us doing things it doesn't like."
A groan escaped her lips then. "God, Michael, fuck me." He began to pump harder, desiring his own release now. "That's better, that's good." He felt her inner muscles clenching on him and it did feel good. "Small stuff you can sometimes get away with," she said. "P-people think they've just l-lost them. Unn, yes, please, faster."
Michael gripped her hips hard and began pounding into her as hard and as fast as he could. She came screaming, her fingers clawing at the tabletop, and his cock pumping jism deep into her body.