The Truth - Chapter 15

“What? Where?” Sandra said. She was spreadeagled on Jon's bed. That she was no longer wearing the zentai suit was a relief but she wondered what had happened to everyone else. Jon was leaning over her. “What happened to Tracy?” She asked.

“I substituted Irina for you then sent the lot of them back to their apartment.” Jon disrobed and mounted her. “Sandra untie Sandra. But now I realize you didn't get what was coming to you. I hope you won’t mind I have a substitute right here.”

She sat up enough to see his erection aimed at her and smiled. “I do prefer a man who knows what he's doing down there.”

As she reached upward Jon embraced and entered her easily, “I'm sure you do.”

She relaxed into his firm grasp, luxuriating in every caress. A detached part of her realized that he touched her like a lover, not an easy lay. She hoped she would remember this feeling later to work through what it might mean. For now, she just let herself bask in the sensual euphoria he was giving her.

Afterward they lay entwined together for several minutes before he spoke, “That was nice.”

“That was wonderful,” she corrected him. “I wonder what the others are doing.”

“I think I'll go find out once I straighten up in here.” He reach down and seemed to scratch her hip with his thumbnail.

She let out a gasp of surprise as she felt her body stiffen, her mouth frozen in an O-shape. Then there was a faint hissing noise and a sinking feeling. She could not move but she felt like she was drifting away from Jon.

Jon got up and lifted one of Sandra's legs up. It was obviously make of a polyvinyl plastic. He started rolling it up and a gush of air could be heard escaping her hips.

“That fucker turned me into a blowup doll,” Sandra thought as she watched Jon roll up her limbs and push all the air out of her. She wondered what he was thinking as he looked at the big-O hole where her mouth should be. Actually, she wondered what it would feel like if he fucked that rubber hole. This was even better than being a robot, she thought.

When he finished pushing the air out of her he disappeared for a moment and returned with a box that he showed to her. It was for an inflatable doll named Sandee. He picked her up and placed her into the box. One side of the box was clear and he situated her in the box so she was looking out the cellophane window. He carried her a few feet to the hall closet and set her down on the top shelf facing the door. The door closing plunged the closet into total darkness.

* * *

Jon sat at his desk. The television showed the women across the street watching a movie. He changed channels to his favorite nightly news station. A few minutes after some local stories was the teaser for sports and weather along with a graphic showing the winning lottery numbers. “Hey, I won,” he laughed.

He flipped back to the ladies and noticed the couple sitting awkwardly apart from one another with Sarah on a chair nearby looking more at Irina than at the television.

He flipped though the list of effects he had created with Sarah's spell bureaucracy. After a few moments he realized it might be fun to have some of these affects work on him. Not all of them, he did not want to end up stuck gagged in the zentai suit unable to pick up the pen. But for some of them he could say “I” or “me” as appropriate in place of the ladies' names. A smile crossed his face and as he finished writing a few spells and said, “I look-alike...”

* * *

“What? Where?,” she exclaimed, suddenly appearing in the kitchenette.

Sarah, Tracy and Irina turned as one to look at the kitchen. Sandra stood there, naked.

“Jon tire of you?” Tracy asked.

“I have no idea,” Sandra replied. “Last thing I remember is being in the zentai suit about to take Tracy's male virginity. I'm guessing something else happened.”

No one noticed Sarah raising an eyebrow in suspicion, which she kept to herself.

Irina disentangled herself from the other two and stood up. She motioned Sandra into the room, “Come in. I'm Irina. You must be Sandra. We haven't really met yet. Just before Tracy was to enter you, Jon put you all asleep and teleported me to the apartment. I joined the harem without hesitation and then he used his magic pen to make you and Sarah end up over here and me to be in the purple zentai outfit in your place. Tracy fucked me very well for a virgin.”

“That felt so weird.” Tracy interjected.

“Then he left us Sarah for the night – I'm her temporary master tonight – and you just disappeared. We assumed he was doing something with you all this time.”

“If he was, I wasn't awake,” Sandra replied. “I don't remember being over here before.”

Tracy smiled, “Well, then you're still owed some sex, I suppose.” As she stood up her pussy turned into a semi-erect dick which Irina immediately took in hand and squeezed to fuller firmness. “You wanted some of this before. How about a blowjob to warm up with?”

Sandra looked at the growing cock. “If it won't bother Irina?”

“Not at all,” Irina said. “I insist.”

Sandra laughed inwardly at the turn of phrase. She knelt down in front of Tracy and lightly licked her cock. After a few tentative licks she closed her eyes and took it into her mouth fully.

Irina said, “Sarah, crawl under there and give Sandra's pussy some loving.”

Sarah smiled, “Yes, Mistress.” She lay down on her back and shimmied under Sandra.

Sandra squatted down on Sarah's face as well as she could while keeping Tracy's cock in her mouth. This became more and more difficult as Sarah's tongue started working its magic on her pussy.

Tracy took Sandra's head in hand and helped Sandra keep a steady rhythm on her cock.

Sandra was riding a pleasure high toward orgasm when a hard object pushed slowly into her anus.

Tracy laughed as she watched Sandra's eye go wide, “Don't fret, Sandra my dear. Irina has a strap on dildo in your ass. You like?” With that Tracy and Irina both gave Sandra a light thrust and Sarah plunged her tongue as far into Sandra's pussy as she could while also squeezing Sandra's erect nipple. “From that muffled moan of pleasure and the way you are sucking on me, I'd guess you do like. Let's keep a good rhythm going for her.”

Sandra's world could never be the same. She had never been taken from behind before and she had never been so over-stimulated. She experienced several orgasmed before Tracy interrupted her reverie.

“In the mouth? Decide now.”

Sandra was going to say something when she decided to answer with action. She reach around Tracy's waist and pulled her mouth more fully onto her cock.

“Okay,” Tracy said and her pelvis thrusts become harder and faster until she shot a warn load into Sandra's throat.

It felt as if a damn had burst inside her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could sucking Tracy's cock as fast and as hard as she could. Suddenly the cock disappeared and her open mouth fell onto Tracy's waiting pussy. She smiled and shoved her tongue into Tracy's properly moistened pussy. “You realize,” she said between licks. “Some of your own cum is now in your pussy.”

“Fuck, I forgot,” Tracy replied starting to twist away from Sandra.

Sandra held Tracy's knee, “Don't worry. You aren't fertile. Jon doesn't want us knocked up. Irina, calm her down.”

Irina was standing next to Sarah conspiratorially. She walked over to Tracy and straddled Sandra present her breasts to Tracy. “Here, suck some teat till you fell better.”

Tracy actually took the nipple into her mouth, closed her eyes and visibly relaxed.

Sarah said, “Sandra plug Sandra.”

For a split second nothing happened. Jon who had fooled them into thinking he was Sandra decided to allow Sarah to use that command on him. He thought, “Yes,” as he had planned earlier and the plug appeared in his pussy. Playing the part of Sandra he said, “Oh, not again.” He reached toward his pussy but could not touch the vibrator.

Sarah reached over and turned the vibrator up to ten, “Mistress's orders.”

Jon was not prepared for the intensity of the magic vibrator. Its full power stripped his ability to think within seconds and he was just shouting, “Oh, God,” and “Oh, Yes” over and over. When Sarah said “Sandra gag Sandra,” the magic assumed his “Oh, Yes” was permission for the gag to appear and so he was plugged, gagged and spread in short order, writhing in mindless ecstasy with no way to escape.

“Do you really think she's Jon?” Irina asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” Sarah replied. “Master would not have wiped Sandra's memory of whatever he had planned for her. Also, this slave can tell when Master is near by.”

“Can you teleport me to the apartment?”

“This slave can try, Mistress. Irina teleport home Irina.” Sarah said.

Irina found herself in Jon's apartment. She looked out the window and waved to Tracy looking for her. The living room and kitchen were empty. A quick tour of the bedroom and bathroom proved that Jon was not here. She went over to his desk and read through the last few spells he had been working on.

When she found the spell that allowed him to be affect by harem spells she laughed but she could not figure out how he got gagged and spread when they were specifically excluded. Next she found the spell describing the blow up doll box. Looking around, she could not find such a box. She toured the apartment again until she found the box in the hall closet. Grabbing the box she rushed back to the living room and called her apartment. When Tracy answered she told her to put Sarah on. “Sarah, teleport me back to the apartment along with the box I'm holding.” Then she hung up the phone

Sarah said, “Yes, Mistress. Irina teleport here Irina.”

Irina appeared holding a box containing a blow up doll. “Sarah, inflate this doll.” As Tracy expressed her shock at seeing the Sandra doll, Irina explained what she found. When she explained how Jon had to approve Sarah's spells on him, Tracy interrupted.

“You heard him yelling 'Oh, yes' with the vibrator inside him. His spell must have mistaken those yeses for permission to allow Sarah to modify him.”

There was a whoosh of air and Sarah was plugging the blow up doll. “She's inflated, Mistress.”

“Oh good,” Irina said. “There was a spell. Say, “Sandra-doll alive Sandra-doll.”

As the plastic doll transformed into live flesh, Sandra said, “That was actually cool. I may have to try the mannequin thing now. As for Jon, you should have Sarah say, “Jon become Sarah Jon.”

“You are evil,” Tracy said. “No wonder he packed you away in a closet.”

“Do it, Sarah,” Irina said. “We can turn him back to normal in the morning.”

For the first time as a slave, Sarah hesitated before obeying, “Yes, Mistress. Jon become Sarah Jon.” She said.

The figure of Sandra gagged, plugged and spreadeagled across the living room, merely twitching now, shrank a couple inches and turned into an exact duplicate of Sarah. By Irina's instructions, Sarah ungagged, unplugged and unspread the Sarah Number 2.

“Who is your Mistress, Sarah?” Sandra asked looking only as the second Sarah.

“Mistress Irina is this slave's Mistress,” Number 2 replied.

Irina said, “I have sold you to Sandra. You are now her slave, not mine.”

Number 2 knelt down in front of Sandra, “This slave is yours, Mistress.”

Irina continued, “We were getting ready to go to bed before Sandra arrived. Sarah, teleport Sandra and Number 2 to the apartment so they may spend time exploring their most unusual relationship.

“Ha ha,” Sandra laughed as she and Jon-as-Sarah-Number-2 arrived in Jon's apartment. She sat down and pointed at her pussy. “As usual I'm naked in this apartment. Do something useful and pleasure me right here with your mouth.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jon as Sarah instantly moved to comply, kneeling down in front of Sandra and gently lick her pussy.

Sandra spread her arms out on the sofa and for the first time in she could not remember how long she just relaxed. After a time, Number 2's ministrations brought Sandra into the realm of orgasm. Sandra kept rising toward orgasm and kept being brought back down before climax. After the third time Sandra shouted, “Just finish me.”

Number 2 instantly obeyed pushing Sandra over the brink and into a wild ride of multiple orgasms. Finished, Number 2 stood up and went to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Sandra asked.

Number 2 stopped and turned around. “Mistress is probably thirsty. Master always tells this slave that this slave should anticipate Master's needs and act on them without requiring explicit orders. This slave will act in this manner for Mistress unless Mistress orders otherwise. Would Mistress like coffee, tea, water or perhaps some juice?”

“Water is fine,” Sandra said lazily.

Number 2 quickly returned with a glass of water which he handed to Sandra. He walked around behind the sofa and began rubbing Sandra's shoulders. Sandra relaxed into the massage until a thought occurred to her. “Slave, say 'Sandra look-alike Jon Sandra.'”

Jon-as-Sarah said the words and Sandra transformed into a likeness of Jon. A wicked smile played across Sandra-as-Jon's face. “Excellent. Now go over to the desk and pick up the nice pen. Write what I am about to say.... But first, read me the last few spells you wrote.”