The Cabin - Chapter 7: Saturday Night (Patreon)

Don walked up stairs and entered the bedroom. Amandaquin was naked in the window display. He immediately got undressed before walking up to the mannequin and removing her head. He got on the bed started rubbing his dick on the mannequin’s face. “You can do it,” he said.

He placed the tip of his dick on the mannequin’s mouth and waited. A moment later the mouth opened and her tongue reached out and licked the offered cock. She could not speak without a body but she worked her mouth around the tip of the cock and made sucking noises.

He got the idea and pushed more of his dick into her mouth. He looked at the body and it remained solid plastic. He grew more excited and started raising and lowering her head up and down on his erect dick.

She could control part of the ride by occasionally widening and narrowing the channel his cock traversed in her mouth. He seemed to appreciate when she narrowed it so she did so each time he pulled her head up his cock. As she felt the tip of his cock engorge she had one last surprise for him. She turned her head back to solid plastic causing the surface of the channel in her mouth to become hard, smooth plastic.

He moaned with surprise. He came shortly thereafter. Lying on the bed, spent, he left his dick inside her for a while. When he got up he looked at her face. It was highly unusual for a mannequin to look like it had a blow up doll’s face.

He put her head back on her body and it sprang to life like a Frankenstein’s monster. From the waist up, she remained made of plastic. But her pussy and legs were totally flesh. An immobile hand awkwardly rubbed his dick, reviving it instantly. She turned him around and walked backward toward the bed pulling him forward with stiff limbs. When her calves reached the bed frame she dropped backward on the bed.

He immediately mounted her. He slowly stroked into her pussy. As his legs moved against hers he felt her feet were made of plastic. Then her lower legs were also made of plastic. The O frozen on her face took on the look of fear or trepidation that she would totally turn to plastic before he could finish. He redoubled his efforts. Her knees were locked in place. Nearly all that was left as flesh was her inner thighs and her pussy. He could feel her approaching orgasm. He was slightly bothered by the total silence, where usually she shouted out his name and her devotion to God. He sped up again in anticipation of her orgasm. When she came, he came and he felt her pussy solidify around him.

She timed it perfectly. Too perfectly. Her body froze solid just as the orgasm was about to crash. Her mind was caught in a wave of pleasure that did not subside. She could feel his cock snared within her solid pussy. It throbbed as he came and each time he did the wave of pleasure rose with no way to fall. Not that she cared, she was experiencing the bliss of orgasm without the fatigue that usually accompanies it.

* * *

Josh watched the door close and turned to Steve, “If you’re Mr. One-Man-Orgy and I’m the mind control artist, why is Don getting some while we’re watching metal rings do nothing?”

“I suspect that as soon as the door closed there wasn’t a woman made of flesh in the cabin,” Steve replied.

“That’s a given.”

“You could always listen in on them.”

“No, I can’t,” Josh said. “Already she’s just a head, though animated.”

“And you don’t want to listen in on that?”

“How long has Jesse been golden?” Josh asked, failing to change the subject.

Steve looked at his watch, “Eight minutes. So she’s already at least 60 times slower.”

“Ringalex wrapped around me around 5 pm,” Josh said. “What’s that nearly 4 hours ago now?”

“Yeah,” Steve said. “So she’s really impatient if she’s tried to get your attention by doing that in less than 4 minutes as a cock ring.”

“I should just force her to return to normal.”

“We told you that.”

“I’ll wait for Jesse to return first,” Josh said. “She wouldn’t want to miss it.” Josh got up and went the kitchen. “Beer?”

“Sure thing.”

Josh opened two bottles and returned with them.

A few moments later, Jesse suddenly reappeared on the chair. “Where’s Don and Amanda?”

Josh pointed at Steve who said, “Thirteen minutes, thirty-five seconds.”

“What?” Jesse asked surprised.

“That’s a little over eight hundred seconds or about one hundred times slower than normal,” Josh said. “So for Alex at around four hours, she might only think about two and a half minutes have passed since she encircled my dick.”

“Don’s upstairs doing Amandaquin’s animated head,” Steve replied belatedly.

“He took her head off and she turned back to flesh?”

“Apparently,” Josh said.

“And she didn’t just bleed all over the place?”

“She’s awfully calm about if it did happen,” Josh said. “Actually, her head’s not animated any more. He came and they’re now doing it more or less missionary style except that her upper body is mannequin and her lower body is flesh.”

“Why are we listening to Josh do play by play of someone else having sex?” Jesse asked.

“He’s lonely,” Steve said, pointing at the golden dildo.

“No more,” Josh said. “I’m going to force her to switch back.” He concentrated, then slowly and very drawn out he said, “Change back.”

Alex appeared standing on the coffee table holding the dildo in her hand. “What?”

“Welcome back,” Jesse said.

“Why am I on the coffee table?” She asked jumping down. “Did you mindfuck me?”

“No, you screwed yourself, Dear,” Josh laughed. “Feel the dildo.”

“It’s warm.”

“You planted yourself on my dick and I quickly took you off and held you in hands so you wouldn’t notice a change in temperature. Amanda loaned me that heated dildo to keep you occupied for the last 4 hours.”

“Four hours?” Alex exclaimed. “It was a few minutes, tops.”

Jesse calmly intervened, “Sit down, Alex. I confirmed it. When you are metal you perceive time one hundred times slower. We’ve had dinner and played the game while you were slowly encasing the dildo. Look, it’s dark out.”

Alex had trouble taking it all in. “Now I know how Amanda felt waking up in the closet this afternoon.”

They were filling Alex in on everything she had mixed when Josh grabbed his head, “What the fuck is that?”

“Danger Sense?” Steve asked.

“No,” Josh said. “Not danger, just Amanda having the orgasm of the century. And now Don is fucking her frozen head again.”

They continued telling Alex what she missed.

A few minutes later, Don descended the stairs.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Josh asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Amanda is have the most mind-blowing orgasm,” Josh said.

“Still?” Steve asked. “You told us that a couple minutes ago.”

“What happened during the last time you fucked? She was half mannequin when you started.”

Don said, “As we fucked, her legs slowly plasticized until we came and she solidified.”

Josh held his head, “She is sending out massive waves of pleasure and no waves of fatigue. She must be stuck in an orgasm.”

“How can that be?” asked Jesse.

“Yeah,” added Alex. “I want to do that.”

Josh ran up the stairs, Don close on his heels. As he entered the room he saw her lying there as if cast from a blow up doll. “Amanda,” he shouted. “Turn to flesh.” He paused. “Change back, now!”

Her body turned to flesh and she let out wail a gang of banshees would envy both for volume and duration. Her breathing was rapid and she shuddered from several aftershock orgasms.

Don rushed to her side, “I had no idea.” He held her in his arms.

She whimpered, “It was blissful and horrific at the same time. I felt like I’d never move again and I couldn’t make myself care.”

Josh left them in the bedroom and looked out at the great room. “You,” he said pointing at Alex. Then he tilted his head twice toward their bedroom.

Alex said, “If you'll excuse me...” She got up and went upstairs.

As Alex closed the door to the bedroom, Jesse looked around the empty room. “What are we waiting for?” She asked and turn to look at Steve and found five Steves standing there. “Um, how about we trying just one man and one woman for old times' sake?”

“Aw,” Steve chorused. One Steve took her arm and led them into the bedroom while the others escorted them in.

“Are you going to turn into anything?”

“No.”

“I wouldn't mind a cockring for say a count of 3?”

“No.”

“2?”

“Steve!”

* * *

Josh was sitting on the bed as Alex entered. “We should burn that game.”

“You’ve thaid that before,” she noted. Before he could comment on her lisp, she put a finger to her lips and pushed him back on the bed. She unzipped his pants and reached into his jockeys. She climbed onto the bed next to him and kissed him gently while her hand slowly massaged his balls.

“Mmmm,” he moaned softly.

“Shhhh,” she admonished, continuing to slowly massage his balls. She ran the tip of her tongue around his lips. Then she softly kissed him. She kissed him with soft sweet pecks on the mouth for several minutes before her tongue touched his lips again. All the while her hand expertly massaged his balls, letting his unattended dick slowly rise upward. Her tongue played against his parted lips and he tried to urge her on but she stopped and leaned in putting her mouth near his ear to say, “Patience.” She overpronounced the ‘P’ blowing a puff of air over his lobe.

She sat up slightly and used her other hand to unbutton his shirt while she continued to slowly massage his balls and lower shaft. She teased his neck and collar bone with her lips and tongue. She noticed some erogenous spots on his chest she had never known about. As she kissed each one she rubbed the tip of his cock with her palm. She traversed them in a 'V' pattern down his chest to waist and back up his chest. As she moved back up his body, she straddled his legs with her legs ending up kneeling upright with his cock pressed against her stomach. She teased the tip of his cock with her breasts: left nipple, right nipple, left nipple, right nipple.

She lifted her ass off his legs into an upright kneeling position and placed his cock right on her pussy. She pushed the tip inside her sugar walls and squatted downward slightly to bring the very tip of his cock to her clitoris. One of her fingers held her clitoris in place as she caressed his cock's tip with the end of her erect clitoris. Her own shudders of pleasure combined with the direct stimulation of his cock caused him to emit another moan of approval. Shortly, she tucked  his cock into her very ready pussy. Ever so slowly she lowered herself onto his cock, the shaft disappearing into her hungry pussy as she licked her finger with a loud slurp.

She ran her hands down her body to her waist and then onto his waist and up to his chest to rub his nipples. Then her hands reversed direction and ran down his chest to his waist and onto her waist and up her body to caress her nipples. As she repeated this several times she added a pelvis thrust as her hands passed their waists. She swatted his hands when he tried to caress her thighs in time with the body rub.

She started to dance slowly in time with body rubs. Alternately she put her left or right shoulder forward or backward. This motion caused a slight feel of twisting around his shaft. It caused her ample bosoms to sways side to side hypnotically.

“Hear my thoughts,” she whispered. “Feel me.” Her head bobbed up and down in time with the dance. Her hair covering her face when she looked down.

He opened his mind and was surprised to hear the music she danced to. Next, he felt the pleasure she felt overlaid on his own pleasure. A sharp intake of air sounded from his mouth.

As if on cue she doubled the number of pelvis thrusts and he heard the music in her head increase in tempo. Her hair floated about her head as if shocked by electricity. Her breasts swung back and forth with abandon. Her fingers not only caressed but sometimes pinched or dug into flesh. She emitted a grunt of pleasure with each thrust. Somehow despite this frenzy of wild motion she managed to start squeezing his cock with her pussy.

As much as he had enjoyed to slow build up, this wild ride was what he had been yearning for. His pleasure was mounting quickly and he felt it merging with her pleasure. Several times the words “Oh, yes” escaped their lips, though he was not always sure which of them said it. Each time they did somehow her dance became slightly faster. Like all men as his dick engorged, he fantasized that it would tear her pussy open. But no fear accompanied that fantasy, adrenaline and testosterone replaced any chance for concern or fear to enter his mind. Not that he cared about the reasons, he was about to explode inside her, to blow his wad in the front and out the back of her. The resulting carnage was not his concern. With one more cry of “Yes!!” his balls tightened and he came hard. His throbbing dick pushing his seed deep into her pussy.

As his cock throbbed inside her, her pussy responded with more squeezing of his cock. Her head flew back as her back arched and she let out a moan as his hot load washed through her pussy. The orgasm she had been holding back flooded over both of them and she did nothing to slow it down. Her dance lost all sense of rhythm and her arms dropped limp slightly behind her.

He heard her moan as if distantly. He lay there somehow exhausted, doing nothing but watch her swaying breasts until they stopped swaying. His only sense that time passed was his dick or her pussy involuntarily spasming.

As some point she straightened her back and lifted her head. She used an arm to push her sweat soaked hair off her face and back into place. She leaned forward and lay on his chest, placing her head on his shoulder.

For several moments they were contented listening to each other breathing.

* * *

Having been dismissed from having an orgy, Steve-2 and Steve-3 sat on the bathroom floor with their backs against the vanity. They were listening in on Steve-1 and Jesse engage in foreplay. “I could be sucking her other tit,” Steve-2 said.

“Or I could,” Steve-3 noted, his hand in pants.

“What are you doing?” Steve-2 asked looking at Steve-3's hand.

“You know what I'm doing,” Steve-3 said. “I'm getting turned on just like you are.”

“I'm going to try closing the mind link,” Steve-2 said.

“You keep saying that and failing,” Steve-3 said.

“I'm a bit distracted by you twiddling your dick and him sticking his into her pussy,” Steve-2 replied.

“You could just go with the flow,” Steve-3 said. “His performance is a bit off because you're dragging us down.”

“Well, sorry, for some reason I'm not in the mood,” Steve-2 said. “I was made to be in her mouth. And she dismissed me.”

“So if you got a blowjob you would stop being a stick-in-the-mud?” Steve-3 asked.

“How am I gonna' get a...?” Steve-2 stopped as Steve-3's hand grabbed his balls through his pants. “You can't.”

“Why not?” Steve-3 asked unzipping Steve-2's pants. “It's just autofellacio without breaking our back.”

“I knew this would happen eventually.”

“So, why are you fighting it?” Steve-3 asked. He pulled Steve-2's dick out of his pants laid it flatly on his tongue. “You gonna do me now or afterward?” With that he put a mouth around a dick and sucked dick for the first time.

Steve-2 felt a rush of pleasure and replied, “Later.” A smile played across his face as his dick was sucked indelicately. His partner had no technique but knew exactly what felt good and exactly how much pressure or suction to apply.

* * *

Steve entered Jesse while they kissed. His focus was entirely on her and had forgotten he'd never rejoined with all his duplicates. Jesse's pussy was as tight as it usually was making it hard for him to hold back during sex. He could feel his orgasm building when suddenly it felt like a mouth was ministering to his dick simultaneous with the feel of her pussy. The distraction opened his mind to what his duplicates were up to and he was surprised.

But he did nothing about the surprise because the feeling of fucking with one's dick and having one's dick sucked combined to bring him to the brink of orgasm instantly. “Holy Fuck!” He shouted.

Jesse had never heard him say a word before during sex. She paused in her reverse thrust and asked, “Is something wrong?” Then she noticed the pulsing in his cock.

His face contorted and he ejaculated. He so rarely came early. But he also was feeling the reactions of the other Steve who was also about to come.

Jesse became concerned as Steve rolled off her. “What's going on?”

“Blowjob in the bathroom,” Steve said as he shudder with a shared orgasm.

“You want a blowjob in the bathroom?”

He just pointed at the bathroom.

Naked, Jesse got up and opened the bathroom door. Two Steves were going down on two other Steves. “What the fuck are you doing?” She exclaimed. “Rejoin. Right now.”

The standing Steves disappeared, seemingly sucked into the kneeling Steves' mouths. Then they stood up and rejoined.

She marched him into the bedroom where her Steve who had recovered from the onslaught was sitting on the bed. “Are there any other's around?” she asked as they rejoined.

Steve replied, “No, I'm all me.”

“How was it?” Jesse asked.

“Intense, all those orgasms on top of one another were amazing.”

“I meant sucking cock, Steve.” Jesse teased. “How was it?”

“Why do you ask?”

Jesse shifted into a copy of Steve, “Well, I kinda like how it feels to get a blow job and was hoping you might oblige.” Jesse-as-Steve held his dick out expectantly.

Steve was looking at a copy of him sporting an erection. The only reason it was tolerable to go down on himself was he could feel the blowjob as he was giving the blowjob. With a smile he stepped up to Jesse-as-Steve and lead her back to the bed. They lay down and Steve turned around offering his dick in exchange for the other dick.

Jesse-as-Steve guessed it was only fair and took Steve's cock in mouth as Steve took the other cock in mouth. Soon they were dueling banjos, trading licks (and sucks) back and forth. It became a contest to see who could do something to the other's dick that felt so good the other could not repeat it back.

* * *

Amanda rested in Don’s arms for several moments before speaking. “Don?”

“Yes, Amanda?”

“You know how I always wanted to be packed into a box?”

“Yes,” Don replied curiously.

“Deflate me.” With that she turned into a cheap vinyl blow up doll. Her mouth was a frozen round tunnel.

She was light as a feather in his arms. He turned her over and found an inflation nozzle where her belly button would be. He opened the nozzle and air was rushing from her body. He spent several moments pushing all the air out of her. Once she was flat he looked around the room for some place to pack her. Then he remembered his ability, “I need the box a blow up doll comes in appropriate for this Amandadoll.”

Instantly a twelve inch square box, four inches deep appeared. The front had a round cellophane window and on the edges read “Meet, Amanda.” There were even care instructions inside. He folded her up and placed her in the box. Then he lowered the lid. He walked over to the bathroom and showed Amanda herself in the mirror. He walked back into the bedroom and put the box on the bed.

He held his hand out. “I need a timer counting down how much longer Amanda wishes to stay in the box.” A digital clock appeared showing the time 6 am and had a digital readout counting the hours and minutes until 6 am. “Eight hours? I suppose that means I should put you away.” He picked up the box and placed it in the closet on a shelf with her face looking out.

With nothing better to do, he finished unpacking his and her clothes. It was nearly 11 pm and the stopwatch still counted down toward 6 am. So he put on his pajamas and went to sleep.