The Truth - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

“And that was basically our day,” he finished.

Sandra looked at Sarah, “What was it like being encased in cum.”

Sarah looked at Jon, who nodded and turned back to Sandra, “It was fantastic. This slave loves bondage and has always wanted to be frozen inside something. Though the idea of being encased in cum is not one this slave has ever had before. Being encased in ice would be cold but the cum was still warm when Master solidified it.”

“You want to try it don’t you?”

“How about just a cum bustier?”

“Sandra naked Sandra,” he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It became erect within seconds. “Pull your breasts upward by your nipples.”

She did as he said and suddenly hot cum was plastering the underside of her breasts. Just as suddenly it stopped. There was already a thick covering on her.

“Let go,” he said. As she did he said, “Cum solid cum.”

Her breasts jutted forth from her, held up by the mass of cum. “My hands,” she exclaimed. They were also frozen under a layer of solid cum.

“Oh,” he laughed. “I’m sure you can lick it off eventually. Do you need help licking it?”

“Licking it?”

“Sarah, lick the cum off Sandra’s hands.”

“Yes, Master.” Sarah took one of Sandra’s hands and started licking at the cum.

“This is going to take a while.” Sandra commented as she started licking her other hand. “You want some, Jon?” She held her stiff hand out.

“No, thanks, I’m good.” He said. “Cum crumble cum. But please, enjoy it all.”

In its crumbled state, the women were able to remove it from her fingers in several quick licks. Then Sarah put her mouth around one of Sandra’s nipple as she gently bit into the crumbling cum.

“Oh, my,” Sandra yelped. “Do that again?”

Sarah sucked Sandra’s breasts under the pretense of removing the cum. But after a moment Sandra stopped her.

“No, I’m sorry, I already did the lesbian thing yesterday. So unless he commands me, I’m not interested now.”

“Okay,” he said. “Sandra become Sarah Sandra.”

“What does that…” Sandra transformed into an exact likeness of Sarah before she could finish her question.

Looking at the Sarah where Sandra had been standing, Jon asked, “Who are you?”

“This slave belongs to Master.” Sandra replied in the exact inflection Sarah used.

“Excellent. Kiss one another deeply, slaves.” He commanded.

“Yes, Master,” they replied in unison and then kissed each other.

“You may caress one another as well. Oh, and can’t have one naked slave and one clothed slave. Sarah naked Sarah. Hmm. Although now I can’t tell you apart.”

After a moment, he pulled out his dick and started covering them in cum. They did not stop kissing as he covered them from head to toe in cum. He made sure their noses were clear and said “Cum solid cum.” They became a strange erotic sculpture.

He left them there for a few moments before saying, “Maybe I can make my money selling statues to collectors.”

Looking out the window, Jon saw light glint off something in an apartment across the street. He thought he saw someone move out of the way as he looked out the window. Casually he sat down at the desk and wrote, “As I finish writing this, my television will turn on displaying a live audio and video feed from an invisible camera inside the apartment across the street where someone was looking into my apartment just seconds ago. A remote control will appear on my desk that allows me to move and turn the invisible camera as needed.”

On the television screen, a topless woman sat on a dining chair backwards, her bare breasts rubbing against the wood of the chair back. She was holding a pair of binoculars. She said, “He stepped away from the window. But the two chicks are still just standing there. What did he pour on them? It looks like it hardened.”

“No way,” said another topless woman stepping up behind the seated woman, pressing her crotch against the other woman’s back. “He came on the twins. I swear his cock was 12 inches long. But there’s no way his cum hardened.”

“See for yourself.”

She took the binoculars and looked out the window. “I may have sworn off men in high school, and much as I love you, Irina, if he wanted to fuck me with that thing. I’d have a hard time saying ‘No.’”

Jon’s eyebrow raised as he heard that. He started writing.

“I always thought you might be bi.”

“He’s had a parade of women through that apartment the last few days. He must be pretty good at something.” She handed the binoculars back to Irina.

Irina looked through the window, “Those lesbians are still just standing there kissing. How can they just stand still so long?”

“Oo, maybe it’s one of those standing vac beds.” She said, then a funny look crossed her face and she said, “Maybe it’s their pose. Suppose the way they are embraced makes it so they can kiss in one spot for a while.” She was unsure where the idea had come from but did not think about it long enough to worry about it.

Irina turned and looked at her friend, “What are you smoking, Tracy? They’ve been like that for like ten minutes and you think it’s their pose.”

“Can’t hurt to try it, can it?”

Irina suddenly felt like her partner's suggestion was logical, “Okay, I suppose not.” She stood up. For a minute they tried to stand like the two figures across the way were standing. An idea literally popped into Irina's head, “Maybe it’s because their naked too.”

“I’m fine with being naked,” Tracy replied and she started removing her clothes. After another embrace and kisses Tracy parted her lips and said, “French me.” And they kissed each other deeply.

Suddenly they felt their bodies lock in place but lust prevented them from panicking. Instead they just kissed harder, not caring that they could not move.

Jon looked at the display on the television. “Not a bad copy.” He looked at the two Sarahs and said, “Slaves mute Slaves.” Then he wrote something and Tracy was suddenly sitting on his couch.

“What?” She exclaimed. In front her was a television with an image of Irina standing immobilized as if kissing and embracing an invisible partner. To her left was standing twin women encased in a translucent substance also immobilized.

“Welcome, Tracy. My name is Jon. Don’t get up. I wanted to know why you were spying on my apartment.”

“How did you?”

“Just explain the spying.”

“Irina started it. Is she okay?”

“Aside from total unawareness of the passage of time and complete immobility, yes, she’s fine. She started what?”

“She was looking out the window and saw a mannequin in your kitchen. She has this thing for mannequins and windup dolls. And later she tells me she saw the mannequin walking down the street so she’s been watching your apartment. Some really freaky stuff has been happening over here.”

“I guess I need to close my curtains.”

“Yeah,” Tracy agreed. “People in the city always think no one can see in their windows. There’s a couple two stories up from you who are into naked yoga.”

“So what do I do with you?”

“Apparently anything you want. I can’t move. I was across the street and now I’m here. Irina’s a statue like these two here. What are you?”

Jon laughed. “I can’t allow you to know about me. So what do I do with you? Do you want to forget I exist or become part of my harem?”

“Harem? As in a group of women you have sex with? Irina and I don’t dig guys.”

“Yet you were interested in my cock as I recall.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said if I offered to have sex with you, you’d have a hard time saying ‘No.’”

“You heard that?”

“So, do you want sex with me?” He asked. “Let me sweeten the deal. If you say yes, I’ll free the twins there and they can rub and lick your body while I do you. That way there’s still a girl on girl element for you.”

“I don’t think Irina will want to be in your harem.”

“Cum vanish cum.” He said and then he said to Sarah and Sandra, “Make Tracy feel welcome. I think she’s tense. A foot massage with make it easier for her to think clearly.”

Both women knelt down in front of Tracy and each started rubbing one of Tracy’s feet.

“How’s that feel?” He asked as one of them, even he had lost track of which one was which, started sucking each of Tracy’s toes, one at a time.

“Oh, God, it does feel nice.” Tracy visibly relaxed. “Irina’s going to kill me but okay, let’s do it.”

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s fuck.”

The next thing Tracy knew she was lying face up in a bed, her feet were pulled up over her head pulling her ass in the air. One of the twins was kneeling with her legs straddling her head, her sweetly scented pussy inches from Tracy’s nose. She was holding Tracy’s legs in place. The other twin was lying on her stomach adjacent to Tracy. That twin’s hands and mouth were groping and licking Tracy’s breasts.

Jon was kneeling at the end of the bed holding his huge cock in his hand. “Are you ready for this?” He nodded to the twin hovering over her face and that twin lowered her pussy onto Tracy’s nose.

“Not a big believer in foreplay, eh? Just don’t hurt me because if this one’s pussy tastes as good as it smells, I don’t want you distracting me.”

“I promise not to distract you in a bad way.” And with that he pushed his 10-inch long dick into her pussy with one smooth stroke.

“Oh, my God,” Tracy exclaimed with surprise, mostly at her body’s reaction to his penis. “My pussy’s…” she said “… never reacted to…” between “… a man’s dick…” each thrust “… like this.”

“All part of the magic,” Jon replied.

Emotions overwhelmed Tracy. She felt betrayed by her body’s automatic reaction to straight sex. She tried to remind herself it had to be him making her body do it but that did not help her feel any less betrayed.

“Oh, God, no,” she begged. “No more.”

“No more?” he asked, slowing down.

“I’m betraying…. Please stop.” She continued. “I don’t want this.”

As he pulled out of her, he also shrank his dick to make it less formidable looking. He said to the two Sarahs, “Leave us. Go wash one another in the shower. And no sex.”

They left quietly.

He got up and turned away from Tracy. He pulled a robe on and said, “Cover yourself so we can talk.” After he heard the bedding move, he turned around. “So what am I going to do with you and your girlfriend?”

“I don’t know,” Tracy said. “Irina really wants to know about the mannequin girl. She was a real woman, right?”

“Yes, she’s actually on display in a boutique window over on 15th street.”

“Oh, my, Irina would kill to do something like that,” she sighed.

“I understand you don’t want to forget,” Jon started. “So why not just try out putting up with me and my harem? If it really isn’t you or Irina’s thing I can always make you both forget later.”

She nodded. “It’s not just that. All I’ve seen of your harem is those two twins who never speak. I don’t want to think about what that cage is for.”

“Ah,” Jon laughed. “Slaves come in here.”

Sarah and Sandra rushed into the room. They wore towels around their torsos.

“Sandra become self Sandra.”

As he spoke one of the twins transformed. Immediately she opened her mouth to no effect. She looked at Jon while pointing to her mouth.

“As you can see, they aren’t twins. And you’ll note that the one who didn’t change remains submissive. While Sandra here looks like she’s upset because she can’t speak. Before I brought you over here, I said, ‘Harem mute Harem.’ And that made them both incapable of speech. I didn’t want them interfering with our talk. Sarah speak Sarah. Sarah tell Tracy about yourself.”

Sandra stomped her foot once.

Jon just put his finger to his mouth and turned to look at Sarah.

“This slave belongs to Master.” Sarah said.

“Tell her why.”

“This slave has always desired to become a slave. Master told this slave's former self that if she wished to be his slave she could say so and it would happen. So when she said, ‘Please make me your slave, Master,’ she became his slave as the last act of her free will.”

“Very good,” Jon nodded. “Sandra here is a different story. Sandra speak Sandra. Tell your story.”

“Finally! I don’t even know your name.”

“Tracy.”

“Hi,” she said. “I am not Jon’s slave. Apparently though, I am his plaything.” She looked at him. “I’ll talk to you later about turning me into Sarah.” Then she continued, “Sex around here is awesome. And with the added ability to explore our fantasies I can’t imagine not being here. Technically, Jon kidnapped me, just like you. But as you’ve seen he’s a complete gentleman about it.”

“I’m going to remind you that you called me a gentleman sometime in the future.”

“Ha, ha. Her girlfriend is still frozen across the street.”

“Yes, should I send you back and let you bring her over here or should I just zap her over here?”

“Zap her. I don’t want to have to explain any of this to anyone.”

“Okay,” Jon laughed. “I need to make some spells.” He walked into the other room and indicated everyone should follow. “I have something prepared for you to sign.”

She took a piece of paper from him and read it. It read: “I, the undersigned, agree to become a member of Jon’s harem until such time as he dismisses me from his harem. I understand this makes me subject to all duties, responsibilities, and associated effects that affect his harem.” Below was a space to fill in her name, sign and date the document.

He handed her a normal pen. “That is not a legal document. But it is a magical document. Once you sign it I’ll be able to do all the things I do to them to you. For example, Sandra zentai Sandra.”

Tracy looked at Sandra’s spandex covered body. “You’ll make sure our fantasies are also fulfilled?”

“As long as they aren’t too flashy.” Jon said. “What do you have in mind? Do you want something ready before Irina gets here?”

She flushed.