"ONE DAY! ONE FUCKING DAY!!" Laura screams as she paces back and forth. "You cock crazed cunts couldn't keep yourselves collected for TWENTY FUCKING FOUR HOURS without playing dunk the dickhead!"
"It was all Sabrina! I did my job! She's the o-" Laura smacks Malory across the face.
"You wanna go back on the waiting list?!" Laura threatens.
"No, please! I can't sit around waiting to serve again!" Malory's nearly in tears as she drops to her knees. She wraps her arms around Laura's legs.
"Technically it was just over a day." Sharron plainly states.
"Get up! I fucking hate beggars." She turns to Sabrina who immediately puts her head down upon eye contact. "And YOU. Just had to get an early taste test, didn't ya?" She says as she shakes Malory off her.
"It was just-" Laura grabs her cheeks and forces Sabrina to look at her.
"It was just my target!" Laura pushes Sabrina back. "It was all going so well. We caught a big, handsome new man. Brought him in, messed with him a bit, cleaned him up. All you idiots had to do was keep him comfy and distracted until the collar finished analyzing and he'd eaten enough food but NO! YOU had to binge on beer and whiskey before you even met the fucker!" Laura says accusingly as she points at Sabrina.
"I tracked him for over a month! I couldn't wait any longer!" Sabrina whines.
"Thermal trackers, night vision, geographic imaging, live footage from orbital satellites, sleep gas, fucking STEALTH SUITS and your team STILL took a month to track one man! Armed with nothing but a damn sword!"
"We were closing in just fine until he reached an abandoned launch site. He grabbed every thermal blanket he could! Then we reached an old army dugout. Satellite imaging was useless when he's underground! I mean DEEP underground! We almost had him trapped in a tunnel but he had flash grenades. Our night vision fucked us! We only managed to find him again after something tore his last blanket. Then we found some thugs torn to shreds, one had his fucking head popped. He scrounged plenty more than a rusty knife." Sabrina irritatingly claims.
"Oh, you poor little pussy. Did you suck down one too many BEFORE the mission too!? You can fucking teleport, bitch!" Laura shouts as she smacks Sabrina upside the head.
"You know that's not how it works! I gotta mentally project the environment as I traverse through space! Lotta good it does when you don't know where the hell your target is! I did use it to get behind him a couple times. The first time I used the sleep gas but he darted under and flipped me into it! The second time he had fucking nails and spikes super glued to a blanket on his back. When I popped in behind him he nearly swissed me. The guy's a survivor." Sabrina states with near admiration.
"When I want your excuses I'll give em to you!" Laura yells with a huff. She sits at her desk. "I'm willing to be a bit lenient, only because you got him to the potluck. Reports say he ate about three tables worth. That should speed things along nicely." Suddenly Laura's office doors swing open. A tall, thin, white woman with absurdly long, straight blonde hair stands at the middle of the entrance. She wears a flowing white summer dress that ends around her mid thigh. It has a slip down her chest, gold lining across the bottom and small gemstones implanted in each of the bottom's curves. Walking with purpose, the woman approaches and slams her hand on Laura's desk.
"Where is he?" She commands.
"Gonna have to be way more specific, Lucille." Laura smugly states as she pulls her legs up on her desk, pushing Lucille's hand off.
"You know who. Don't be a smartass. Your new man just got in, we all got the report." Lucille sits on the desk and leans in. "I've got five hunks, all hung and totally submissive." She snaps her fingers and several guards holding a chain gang of five nearly naked, muscular men line up at the entrance. Laura glazes over them from her desk.
"Not really into submissive men." She states, sounding increasingly bored.
"Not enough? Then how about a new mommy to replace this piece of Egyptian history?" Once again Lucille snaps her fingers and a very busty young woman steps into her office. Laura looks at her potential new playmate, then over to Sharron.
"I wouldn't replace Sharron if you handed me the secret to immortality." Laura states with absolute confidence. Sharron looks on, a slight grin crosses her face.
"Fine! An entire studio's worth of stri-"
"He's not up for trade!" Laura sharply shouts. "No matter what I will NEVER let you do to him what you did to your last trade!" Lucille's eyes squint.
"He had it coming." She says coldly.
"For what? Forgetting some arbitrary little detail you made up in that demented little head of yours?! For not being exactly what you wanted all the time? What was it? Didn't give you your mandatory twenty-eighth kiss of the day? Forgot to hand wash your piss stained drawers? Didn't call you for the fifth time that day? Glanced at another woman? Thought for himself?" Laura stands as she lists with increasing rage. "Then what'd ya do with em? Locked him in a box, feeding him shitty porridge through a tube in pitch black until he was nothing but a gibbering blob, unable to even speak to another person! Fuck you, Lucille! Get the fuck outta my office!!" Malory and Sabrina look at each other.
"Maybe Laura's not so bad." Malory whispers with gratitude. Sabrina nods in agreement. Lucille's face turns red, her cool demeanor melted. She looks down at the pint sized preacher, fists clenched.
"You! YOU!!" She raises her fist, then snaps her fingers yet again. The entourage heads out. "I'll be back." She states, still hot. As she steps out she snaps one more time. Two of her guards slam the doors shut. Laura sits, red as a tomato. Malory and Sabrina breathe a long sigh of relief. Sharron steps over to them.
"Don't think we forgot about you two. Breanne will handle you." The pair both shoot up straight.
"Prickish little pipsqueak! Who the hell does she think she is?! No one rejects me for long!" Lucille angrily mumbles to herself, biting her lip as she spearheads her entourage downstairs. As she turns the last corner before the main entrance she smacks into someone. She stumbles back. "Hey, asshole! Watch where yo-" Running her eyes up his beefy legs, solid six pack , hairy chest and stubbled face Lucille freezes. "Of all the luck!" She thinks to herself. "Oh, pardon my clumsiness. I really should watch where I'm going." She walks up to Jacob, wraps her hand under his jaw and takes a good, hard look.
"It doesn't come off." He says with mild irritation.
"Certainly not. Seems even the lion you slaughtered couldn't peel your ruggedly handsome face apart." Lucille flirtingly says as she runs her hand up Jacob's cheek. "You must be quite the hardened warrior, carrying scars all over your body. Each one must have quite a tale to tell." She says as she leans in close.
"You work here, then?" Jacob asks.
"Indeed I do. Read your entire report. A shame the king of the jungle tore your last blanket apart. Oh, silly me, you're the new king now."
"A caged king." Jacob says with disgust.
"Semantics. Oh, but I forget my manners. Allow me to greet you formerly." Lucille pulls Jacob's hand up and plants a kiss on it. "Greetings, my king, I am Lucille." She does a curtsy and flashes a smile. Jacob almost smiles back. Almost. "We must away to the royal physician, my liege." Lucille continues playing as she waves off all but two of her guards.
"For the last time I don't need any salve." Jacob declares.
"Oh, we're not getting any salve. I'll be examining you personally. Can't trust that witch doctor and her potions." She says. Lucille slips two fingers into the front of Jacob's shorts, pulling him along to Marcy's office. Both her guards stand at the door as the pair step inside, closing the door behind them.
"Where's Marcy?" Jacob asks.
"Who cares." Lucille yanks Jacob's shorts down. "Now, let's see how far along you are." She nudges him over to the examination table. She wraps a hand around his sack. "Mmm-hmm, starting to feel heavier, isn't it?" She slides her index finger from his base to his tip. Almost instantly, Jacob springs to full mast. "Oh, thou unsheathes thy sword with great haste, my lord." Lucille slowly strokes, pausing a moment as she holds at his base between each. "I'd say about ten inches now. You must've had quite the buffet."
"How long will it get?" Jacob asks with concern.
"Don't worry, you'll still be able to walk. The full effect usually leaves men at about fourteen to fifteen inches." Lucille sits Jacob on the table. "Soon, you'll be king sized. But, you really don't belong here with these knaves. You deserve to rule on high, with a queen at your side." She looks up into his eyes. "Or, perhaps, a princess?" Lucille slowly slips her surprisingly large tongue around his cock.
"You two, move your asses!" Shouts a familiar redheads voice.
"Shit!" Lucille jumps up and lifts her dress, revealing her even more surprisingly big, peach shaped booty and small white panties that only reach about two thirds up her butt, covering little more than a thong. With a swift swing she nears his prick, then gently plants her ass on Jacob's dick. It's absolutely heavenly down there Her cheeks are so smooth it's impossible to tell what's skin and what's silk. Marcy opens the door as several of Laura's guards wrestle down Lucille's, who quickly stops grinding, leaving Jacob's cock precariously slung under her thong and between her cheeks
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be leaving." She looks at Lucille.
"Yes, I was. Butt, Jacob here was feeling a bit under the weather. I'm just cheek-checking his vitals." As Marcy turns to put her coat up Lucille holds Jacob's cock down and slides him deeper into her cheeks. Only his tip is visible as she flexes her gigantic glutes back and forth. Meanwhile Marcy fiddles with the coat rack.
"Stupid coat. Just stay wrapped around the peg, it isn't hard." She says with growing frustration.
"Harder than you might think." Lucille jokingly says as she drops down, spreads her legs and grinds tip to base. Jacob stands and thrusts up in sink with the deep dish despot's downward grind.
"Ugh, forget it." Marcy strips down to her birthday suit. "Ah, finally, the girls can breathe. Nothing beats a day off, eh, Luc-" Marcy turns around to see Lucille face down ass up as Jacob slams his sausage between her buns. "Do I need to lock up every thirsty little trollop till this week is over?!" Lucille's security barges in as several guards fight outside.
"Ma'am are you-" The guard turns around. "Protect the queen until she gets crowned by her new king!" The guard orders as he charges into the fray.
"Damn it, Lucille, if he slips in even once you're joining Sabrina and Mal at the pillory!" Jacob's focused gaze turns to a demonic smile.
"OH!" Lucille gasps as he slides his jumbo carrot down her rabbit hole. He steps forward, prowling over her as he buries his royal sceptre in her. As the sounds of moaning, fighting and sack slapping cheeks filled his head Jacob felt almost at peace. Content to continue busting Lucille's buns for as long as he could. Lucille's security starts running as the ground begins to tremble. The doorway reveals a silhouette of someone carrying two people on each shoulder. Whoever they are, they're massive. Lucille arcs her back as she pants in unison to every thrust. Each slap sends a tsunami through her, rippling from her rear.
