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“I’m just not sure why my neurals are acting up???” Lori whined into her wrap, alternating between chewing and complaining. She was so enthusiastic about the complaints that Angelica could almost hear the question marks multiplying in her words, and it made her snort into her own food. “I mean, I know they’re not, like, top-of-the-line, but they’re expensive. They should work for at least a month before starting to fizzle out during an interface, you know? Like, just yesterday they started acting up when I tried to open that email from Director Fritz, and, honest, the thing deleted and I -”

“-And you had to awkwardly figure out how to email him back about wiping his email, yes, I recall,” Angelica replied, half with amusement and half with wryness. She speared through her salad with her fork and brought it up to her lips, eyes shining with mirth. 

Angelica Jones was, by now, used to her friend’s over-enthusiastic antics - she’d been with her for years, and it was all familiar by now. Their entire pattern was, really: do their work, manage their projects, run their successful careers, and get lunch together each day if time permitted. They sat across from one another just like always at the same table they always did. The cafeteria staff pretty much held the table for them around the same time each day, such was their familiar routine. 

Lori frowned. “You know that?”

“Yes, because you told me.”

Lori puffed her cheek out in thought. “I did?”

She gestured with her food-laden fork. “Yes. It was around the time when you called me in and asked me how to write said email to Director Fritz.”

Lori paused, frowned, and then giggled happily. “Oh, shit! I forgot! My implants must be way more fucked than I thought -”

“No, that’s totally you,” Angelica laughed, reaching out to rap her knuckles on Lori’s head. “No amount of cybernetic enhancement fixes your forgetfulness.”

“Whoa, that is soooo uncalled for!”

Angelica just kept on laughing as she pushed her food into her mouth. Lori, for all of her intelligence and marketing acumen, was as forgetful as a lazy iguana and had a regretfully low attention span at the best of times. For many, it was a wonder that the redhead was so damned good at her job. For her, she’d known her for more than long enough to understand just how good she was at marketing, selling, and roping clients in, and she wasn’t all that surprised. Her giggling, excitable nature was matched by a clever brain and a tricky sense of business, though it didn’t translate on the surface level.

Most people just got distracted by her body, which Angelica understood and appreciated. Lori Lowman was a real bombshell, even by their late-century standards. Her curves were more than generous, with a large, F-cup chest that perpetually strained at her professional blouse-and-blazer combo, a set of wide hips that were positively mouthwatering, and an ass that, in Lori’s own words, ‘doesn’t quit’. Her pale skin was in harsh contrast to the violent red of her hair, which was always set in perfect, cascading girls. Combined with green eyes and lips so plump that they could only be considered cocksuckers, she was the epitome of pornstar perfection.

Her professional business attire did nothing to bring that down, Angelica had to admit. Her blouse always had too many buttons left open to bare her cleavage, and her blazer didn’t quite fit. Her pencil skirt was so short it was saucy, leaving bare her plump, thicc thighs to anyone that wanted to ogle - and, unlike Angelica, she didn't bother with stockings to hide them. She was a perfectly voluptuous and outrageously curvy woman that was well-known in the ranks of their company for using her exceptional charm and outstanding, ten-out-of-ten body to close out important deals, and no one had a problem with it.

Angelica, at least, was sure that everyone that expressed concerns had subsequently fucked Lori, their bosses had their cocks sucked, and clients got a taste of grade-A woman- a bargain, really. She wasn’t anywhere near uptight enough to bother questioning such things anymore, and she just chuckled to hear it all. 

“Anyways,” Lori said somewhat glumly, “yeah. I’ve gotta get these things checked out. I’m thinking I’ll just put in a request with the Cyber Doc up on Twentieth, skip the whole queue thing downtown.”

“I think they’re all the same,” Angelica offered, pulling her plump lips around the straw of her drink. “It’s not like one’s going to shaft you.”

Lori hummed. “Well…”

“Okay, metaphorically, ” Angelica snorted, shaking her head of platinum-blonde hair. “I don’t need to know who you’re shagging, Lori.”

Lori laughed and shrugged as if she couldn’t be blamed for such insinuations - a movement that had her tits wobbling under her blouse. Angelica had a large rack of her own, but few she came across matched her best friend’s fleshy mounds. It was an attractive sight, she had to admit. She well understood why clients would submit to deals just to see her cleavage, let alone get the opportunity to fuck them.

Angelica herself was no less outstandingly gorgeous than her friend, of course - she wasn’t some wallflower next to a grade-A bombshell, but was one herself. Her chest was large and weighty, her curves generous from head to toe, with buxom hips that no man or woman could wrap their hands around but a waistline so hourglass that they could easily cup it and hold her steady. Platinum-blonde hair was cut in cultured waves that reached her shoulders, parted around her forehead in neat planes. Her face was narrow and pointed, more severe than her friend’s rounded features - but her entire demeanour was severe when compared to Lori. She wanted her strong business acumen, intelligence, and leadership to take center-stage, not her sexiness; she kept it under-wraps as best as she could with professional attire and downplayed outfits.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t above a good, tight pencil skirt and towering heels, though. She’d worked hard on her body, even in the age they lived in; most people had bodies that were leagues above than what was achievable just two decades ago, but Angelica and Lori both were a head above even those well-curved female forms. She worked out each day to maintain augmented curvature, lending her thick thighs a nice, toned quality, her stomach a narrow, defined dip, and a gentle melting of any fat she had to turn her into something a touch more taut.

Lori wasn’t of quite the same mind. She had a rocking body that was augmentation combined with naturally amazing genetics, leaving her shoulders above Angelica’s curvaceous frame - and she thought that working out in general was a waste when they had their bodies. She was sedentary, less engaged - save for sex, really - and it showed. She was thicker all around, surpassing Angelica’s mouth-watering toned-yet-plump limbs and turning it into something wholly seductive. She was softer, fuller, fleshier, making a stacked pornstar look pitiful by comparison.

Angelica, sometimes, wasn’t sure if Lori wasn’t meant for a life of livestream-gangbangs and porno-films. 

“They’re not as good, you know that,” Lori continued, waving her hand and chewing her food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Angelica warned, and Lori rolled her green eyes. “And, I don’t know that? Like I said, they’re all the same to me. Those fancier Docs just know how to do more, but anyone is fine for a check-up. Besides, if our company can’t afford a good one, what’s the point?”

Lori sighed, thumbing her cheeks, and Angelica stared at her. Her friend’s cybernetic implants were as subdued as anyone else’s, but she purposefully chose the less obtrusive ones to make sure they didn’t detract from her beauty. The cheap stuff always showed up against the skin, as it was all about affordability in their society - and getting something cheap on the face meant a very real risk of damaging said face when an upgrade was warranted, requiring more implanting to make up for it. 

Just looking at Lori didn’t indicate that her cybernetics were having any issues, though. Her one artificial eye appeared as perfect as normal, and the thin patches behind her ear that indicated cybernetic interfaces - otherwise indistinguishable from her skin - were tight and perfect, with the same butter-smooth finish of her pale, creamy skin, and just a hint of the silver edging that was pure vanity. 

Angelica’s were just as subdued as hers, and appeared much the same - neither giving any appearance of outright enhancement, just genetic beauty and amazing bodies. And mind, of course. If there was anything Angelica was proud of, it was her brain. Her body was simply a plus, and she couldn’t imagine being in a position where her curves were the more valuable of the two. Not like Lori, for sure. 

“Eh,” Lori sighed. “It’s just not the same. They don’t have the full range of stuff, you know? And, like, they’re more… jittery with their hands.”

Angelica chewed slowly. “Jittery with their hands?”

“Yeah.”

She scrunched up her nose. “Sure. Sure, Lori, we’ll go with that.” She shook her head. “Ignoring shaky hands, they’re not a full clinic, girl. They’ve got what they need for the employees to stay in tip-top shape and make sure we’re all interfacing correctly and managing without glitches, not giving you, like, chips from HemiTech.”

“It’s inadequate, is what it is,” Lori insisted.

“It’s entirely utilitarian,” Angelica countered. “What, do you want them to plug a mental mod into you? Set a brain-stimulant chip in there?”

She laughed to make her joke of a point apparent, because not even they were afforded the kinds of chips that could affect the mental chemistry of the brain. That was still expensive stuff, not meant for the average person, and the risks of abuse - of really changing a person’s head, making them into putty for a person under the right circumstances - was very real. Unfortunately, Lori didn’t seem to indulge in her joke and, in fact, only glanced away with her eyes and casually sipped at her drink with her perfect, red cocksuckers, acting innocent.

Her eyes narrowed. “Lori?”

“Look,” the buxom redhead deflected, “I want to make sure they’re in tip-top shape for the cruise, you know?

Angelica paused. “You’re going on that again? Isn’t it, like, your third trip?”

“It is!” Lori said cheerfully. “And -”

“Doesn’t that get, like, dull?” Angelica asked dryly, raising her golden brows at her friend. She was utterly disillusioned with cruise ships, cruise liners, and all that jazz. It was their job, and working on the minutiae and logistics of setting up cruise liners, getting them constructed and built for billions of dollars apiece, and then setting up all of the stuff that went into making them work - she no longer wanted to have anything do with them. “They’re just boats.”

Lori tossed her head back and giggled, which drew the eyes of people nearby - not for the loudness of it, but because Lori was hot, and everyone knew it. They all wanted some action from her, and ogled when they got the chance. Where Angelica disliked being looked at and treated like a piece of meat, though, her redheaded friend loved it. Adorned it, even. She was a sex magnet and icon, and was unabashed in it.

“Not at all, ” she laughed. “The Venus Package is amazing, trust me. I can’t wait to get back to it, and I really don’t want these stupid augments to get in the way of that. It’d suck if they failed partway or something. The on-board Docs are good, don’t get me wrong, but, like, recovery time, boot time, adjusting…”

Angelica’s lips twitched sympathetically, and she inclined her head in agreement. No one liked having their body altered and their head poked around with and then having to adjust to all of that - always left people in a state of awkwardness like jetlag, with their brains and nervous systems haltingly interfacing with repaired cybernetics like a computer booting up for the first time and then loading into software with too little RAM.

...Which reminds me, Angelica thought. “Right… I’ve got to get the, ah, RAM upgrades, too. I’ve got them on hold-”

“Oh, shit, they came in?!” Lori exclaimed, leaning into the table and pushing her tits out like a shelf of creamy white. 

“Yeah,” Angelica said, sharing her friend’s excitement in her own way. “The HemiTech ones look better in person, too. Small, but nice - not that I’ll be looking at them, but still.”

“Girl, with stuff like that you need to flaunt it!”

She laughed. “Well, I will be as I’m using them, but yes. But, uh, I’ve got to install that, too… probably sometime this weekend. Maybe we can make a date together? Go down -”

“Hell yeah!” 

Angelica smiled at her friend. She was pretty excited for her own upgrade, as RAM was always useful for her work. The models she got were the lowest end of the top-of-the-line brand, but even so, it was a significant upgrade over what she had. Most people didn’t, and she was proud of her company’s policies on upgrades for their employees - the full medical package went along with cybernetic maintenance and enhancement, and Lori and Angelica, as respective high-ranking heads, got a significant price reduction where a portion of the total price was handled by the company. She’d saved up for a long while to get them, and her heart swelled with pride. 

“-They’ll totally push us up the line to install those,” Lori was saying, making Angelica cock her head, “ then, I can get all this- ” she gestured to her head “-fixed, and I there won’t be any trouble on the cruise-”

“Again with the cruise?” Angelica shook her head and rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Lori…”

“Angelica! It’s fun. ” 

She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. She sighed. “Eh. The Venus Package? Really?”

Lori puffed out her lips. “What’s wrong with it? I like it.”

“It’s so… so cringe,” Angelica said, pointing with her fork. “Like, cringey and cliche.”

She pouted. “Ouch.”

“Like… lonely women getting swept off their feet by suave, sexy futanari? C’mon.” Angelica waved her fork and put it down with her empty salad bowl. “Getting swept off your feet, finding brief love for a few weeks on a boat? That’s, like, trashy paperback romance novel material from a bin in a convenience store.”

Lori laughed again and shook her head. “Wow, Angelica. Talk about cynical.”

“Look,” she said, leaning into the table, “I’ve got no time for that kind of stuff. You’re in marketing; you know full-well that’s just, like, a gimmick. It’s just a thing to get all those lonely housewives and desperate teens to go on an expensive trip, take their money, and promise them a love that won’t come.”

“Calling me lonely and trashy?” Lori teased, grinning, and Angelica snorted out a laugh.

“Well, yes,” she said dryly, and Lori giggled. “But, like, you didn’t find that kind of stuff. You and me? We’re not in that target demographic.”

“You really don’t -”

Angelica spread her hands. “We’ve seen behind that curtain, Lori. I’ve organized these things, provided logistics for neural systems, mother programs, and the running of it all. It’s all binary, ones-and-zeros, no story book romances on board. It’s just a boat. I’d rather be on a beach for a vacation, not The Venus Package. ”

“ Well, ” Lori said, jerking her chin up confidently, “I’ll just have you know that it’s tons of fun, and you do meet special people. I did tell you about Syd, right?”

Angelica, briefly, frowned. “Yes, Lori. You’ve told me multiple stories about her.”

It was more than that, and it had been odd the first time that Lori came back from the cruise and mentioned the ‘friend’ she had met. Not a girlfriend, maybe a summer romance, and Angelica thought that was that. But, on occasion, Lori would cancel the odd plan every few months to see this ‘Syd’, and then she’d come back from the second cruise and been with her again, and Angelica found that… odd. 

“Oh, right.” Lori frowned. 

“...Lori, you’re far too forgetful -”

“Anyways! We’ve had tons of fun together, and she’s going to be there again, ” Lori spoke, and the tinge of… something that filled her voice made Angelica’s analytical mind spin up. “She’s basically the epitome of The Venus Package - go on a ship, meet a girl like that, have tons of fun. She takes so much, and makes me feel so good about it. It’s really fun, Angelica.”

Angelica frowned. “Lori, I don’t even know who this person is. Besides, anecdotal evidence is still anecdotal.”

Lori rolled her eyes, grabbed out her phone, thumbed the plastic, translucent screen until it went opaque, and booted into her OS. “Here!”

Jutting the phone at Angelica, the platinum-blonde jerked back from the unexpected proximity. On the screen was a picture: Lori in an extremely scandalous bikini that left all of her curves hanging out, right next to a girl that was at least a full head shorter than her and at least eight years younger, her skin a milky-white and her curves much more modest and teen-like. Her hair was dark and piled off to one side of her head in a long wave, while the other was shaved close to the skull to display a series of cybernetic interfaces. Her bare ear was pierced through in a multitude of places by chrome rings, and a silver stud glimmered in her nose.

She was attractive, sure, Angelica could reason that out, but her black hair dyed through with tinges of electric blue and her many piercings made her look like a college punk. Not a girl that could score Lori, nor make her so… enamoured, or whatever it was. Lori should have been so far out of her league it was astronomical, and yet there they were, pressed side by side, with Syd looking positively smug at whoever was holding the camera. 

“Isn’t she hot?” Lori asked, almost - almost - gushing, and Angelica frowned. 

“She’s… okay?”

Lori’s fingers brushed the screen, showing more pictures: many of her in her bikini on the cruise ship, and many of them pictures she’d seen before. Lori in a pool with Syd leaning into her cleavage, another with Syd’s chin on her shoulder, another with Syd quite literally grabbing her tit while she took a selfie, another with them playing volleyball, then a smattering of pics of them in a few diners and restaurants that Lori was sure to have paid for. At least, Angelica thought so; the Syd girl looked like a punk, but for her to afford The Venus Package she was either rich, or her family was rich. She had money, so, at least, she wasn’t taking advantage. 

“You’re excited to see her again?” She probed, and found Lori nodding.

“I mean, like, all of them -”

“...Them?”

“But, yeah! We’re gonna meet up again, and stuff. She’s really cool,” Lori gushed. “Trust me, it’s totally not all bluster. We’re totes in that target demo, girl, you just don’t know it yet.”

“Not yet, no,” a new voice interrupted, and both women looked up. “But I’m glad that you do, Lori. The Venus Package is just the kind of thing for women like us, right?”

“Right!” Lori agreed, all while Angelica plastered her face with a professional look. 

The newcomer was none other than their boss, one Linda Johnson, one of the higher-level executives at the company and the one that signed their paychecks. She was tall, refined, her hair dark as pitch and expertly made every morning by her personal stylists, framing a supermodel face. She had the body to match, with tight, wide curves almost the equal of Anglica, but tied together with significantly more athleticism. All of that was contained in a professional suit that cost as much as she made in a year, with every last button tucked into place.

She was a quiet one, but her aura was so powerful she commanded respect. She had years of experience over most others, but despite her apparent older years, she didn’t quite look it - it was almost impossible to tell, for she clearly spared no expense in making herself seem not a day over thirty-five. All crisp, clean, tight, with perfect skin, perfect cybernetics, and a perfect body, all maintained by personal trainers and dieticians.

That was the kind of life the big leagues offered girls like them, and both Lori and Angelica wanted it. 

“After all, we’ve made sure to market it exactly to the people we want,” Linda said, almost chuckling - the closest she got to it, anyways. “You can trust me, Ms. Jones, we’re looking for the right clientele. We do want people to be happy, because happy people make a happy business.”

“Angelica just doesn’t have a romantic bone in her body,” Lori teased, winking at her friend.

“No? A shame, then,” Linda hummed, setting a palm flat on the table. Then, incredulously, she winked at the redhead. “Not like us, hm?”

“Not at all, Linda!”

Angelica’s lips twitched. “That may be, but I’ve worked on these things so often that it gets repetitive. I don’t think a cruise is for me, even if I’m… the intended audience.”

“You can’t knock if you don’t try it,” Lori said, shrugging, and Linda offered a small smile.

“Exactly,” she agreed. “A lot of people say that, in truth, but they always have fun in the end.”

“Because it’s just so much fun,” Lori almost purred, and Linda inclined her head in her direction. 

“My, I recall just how much fun you had, Lori…”

“ We had,” the redhead chirped, and the two of them shared a laugh.

Angelica looked between them with twitching lips. It somewhat annoyed her how effortlessly Lori and Linda seemed to get along nowadays, for it used to be her that got along with the boss. She could easily cozy up to Linda, as they were both of the same mind, temperament, and of similar reputation: strict, severe, and efficient. However, ever since Lori and Linda had coincidentally taken a trip together on The Venus Package, they’d seemed to hit it off. 

She didn’t know how or why, but things between the two had changed dramatically. Linda was less uptight overall, her icy demeanour partially thawed out into something a bit cheerier - insofar as a person like her was able, at least. She was close with Lori, oftentimes talking with her in private, even giggling together about things, and it confused Anglica. Ostensibly, she was happy that Lori was getting along with the brass and that she’d affected a change in the strict Linda, but… it was all so weird. 

Linda grinned as she said, “Remember when -”

“Oh, yeah - ” Lori was agreeing.

Angelica just sort of huffed. “I just don’t see the appeal of it. It’s overblown, as far as I’m conc-”

Linda shot her a look, and she stiffened. “Ms. Jones - Angelica - given that you’re in charge of logistics, I’d hope you’re not suggesting Nova Cruises is overblown - ”

“N-no, not at all,” Angelica rushed to say, eyes wide, “I mean -”

Linda laughed, insofar as she was able. “I’m kidding. Teasing.”

Angelica hesitated. “Oh.”

“Lori is correct,” Linda mused, “you are very easy to tease.”

She hesitated even more. “Uh…”

“Right?” Lori laughed, head cocked back. Linda seemed to share in her amusement, leaving Angelica stuck between them in a state of befuddlement. Nothing was as she expected, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. 

“But, the reason I came by isn’t to tease,” Linda continued, cutting through the mirth like a razor. Angelica perked up in time with Lori, both watching as their boss folded one hand behind her back. “I wanted to congratulate you both personally for the successful launch. I’m proud of what was achieved with the Royal Panpacific, and I’m sure it’s going to be pushing all subsequent launches to another level of sophistication.”

She nodded at both of them, leaving the two blushing. “Thank you both.”

“I mean, I just marketed -” Lori started.

“There were a lot of heads working on it -” Angelica protested.

Linda put her hand flat on the table, and both shut up. “I’ve thanked everyone, now including you two. I’m very proud of what you’ve personally achieved, and the distances you’ve gone to make it work. It’s impressive, I assure you. I wanted to express my thanks, both verbally and more… tangibly.”

They blinked at her. 

“That’s not -”

“-Necessary, really -”

Linda pulled out two metal cases from behind her back - small, oblong, black chased with gold. “For both of you, I’m putting you in for any of the Departmental Head upgrades. A little gift from me to you. Consider it your bonus for the job well done.”

Both Angelica and Lori flapped their lips. Bonuses were usually just bigger payouts, not access to top-of-the-line implants or cybernetics. 

“T-that’s expensive - ”

“That’s far too generous-”

“That’s a bonus,” Linda countered, and did so firmly enough to shut them both up. She looked at them both as if to reassure them, but a smile played at her lips. “And, well, not to downplay Lori’s contribution, but Angelica, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time.”

“I -” She blushed. “W-well, thank you, uh -”

“ And, because I know that you’re constantly keeping your head in your work,” Linda continued, “I also pulled some strings and got you a first-class cabin on The Venus Package.”

Angelica pulled back, blinking, while Lori beamed. “Wait, sorry, what?”

Linda chuckled softly. “You’ve been working on this for a year straight. I’ve seen the hours you’re pulling, Angelica. The entire team, of course, but you almost doubled your competing branches in work hours put in. Everyone’s been given an extra week for R&R, but I thought that you deserved a more personal, relaxing touch.”

Angelica just stared. “Uh, not to be ungrateful, really, but, uh, I’m not particularly invested in a cruise? And I’m not quite prepared for a vacation, ma’am.”

“You never are,” her boss countered. “You’ve got a massive stockpile of vacation time you’ve never used, and this company doesn’t pay out time not spent, young lady.” She rapped her fingers on the metal case in front of Angelica. “No one’s going to be working after a successful launch like that, and a celebration isn’t enough to make up for all those hours of work you put in.”

“I like work,” Angelica protested.

“Because you’re boring,” Lori chimed in glibly, and she shot her a look.

“Quiet, you.”

Linda smiled. “I know you do, but you’ve earned this. I’m not a vacationing woman, but even I’ve come to sincerely enjoy The Venus Package. I believe you will, too. Besides, our cruises might have lost their appeal to you, but I’d wager that this one will bring back that spark for you.”

“Ma’am, I…”

“Oh, you can’t say no, Angie,” Lori pressed, leaning back into the table. “C’mon, you, me, a ship to ourselves, two months to enjoy it all…”

“I wasn’t aware that this was an acceptance thing,” she protested. “I would need to think about it.”

“The ticket is there for you, Angelica. It’s in your name and everything. So, feel free to decide - it’s a gift from me to you, after all.” Linda inclined her head. “Just know that I think it’s a wonderful idea. I, after all, will be going, and there won’t be many from our department on this trip - just us girls.” Another small smile. “I’d think it’s a good time to get to know one another, too.”

“Yeah!” Lori hummed, winking. “Pick some brains, get intimate, you know!”

Angelica looked at them both. “I, ah… I’m not sure? I’ve - I mean, I was just saying how, ah -”

“Disillusioned you are?” Lori shook her red head. “This’ll totally change your mind. Like, even if it doesn’t, you’ll at least know what all the fuss is about.”

“Quite so,” Linda agreed. “If nothing else, there’s plenty of time to sit back, tan, and read a book.”

“I could just -”

“Oh, please, Angelica!” Lori practically begged, even rising up out of her seat to grab her hand. “You really must accept!”

“Lori,” she chided, her face blushing. “You’re making a scene, and, besides, Ms.Johnson has already made it quite clear the ticket is in my name. I don't have to accept right now.”

“She’s right, Lori,” Linda agreed, and Angelica nodded, emboldened. “...Though, acceptance would make me a little more reassured, I think.”

“I - well -” Angelica pulled back, now less emboldened and far more pressured. “I mean…”

“It’ll be fun!” Lori pressed, squeezing her hands. “You can meet Syd!”

“Or someone else,” Linda followed. “Anything is game, truly.”

“It’ll be a great time!”

“It’s a good idea.”

Angelica froze. She froze not for the words, but the implications thereof; her boss wanted her to go on the cruise with them. She might have wanted it just as much as the begging Lori. She wasn’t sure why, but the expressions of approval and the probing nature of it all made her feel… pressured. Too pressured. She gnawed at her lip as she sat back, looking away to relieve the tension, and brushed at her white-blonde hair. “Ah… Two months is a long time…”

Lori flashed her set of perfect, enhanced teeth. “Two months of fun. ”

“I’d have to agree,” her boss said. 

Angelica bit her lip and bit back a quick, snappy reply. She really didn’t want to, both because it seemed like a terrible waste of her time and it really wasn’t her thing, but she held off on saying so. Her boss and her best friend wanted to, and, if nothing else, it would offer two months of cozying up to her boss - after all, it wasn’t like she was going to be doing anything else or spending her time with any random schmuck. 

In the end, she settled for a, “I guess I can try it out,” much to their beaming approval. Because, if nothing else, she might, at least, schmooze a promotion out the whole affair. 

“This is going to be wonderful, ” Lori gushed, squeezing her hand, and Angelica offered a terse smile. 

“Yeah,” she said simply, but her mind was on other things. Two months of me, my boss, and nothing to do but spill my ideas? I could make that work. 

God knows I won’t be doing anything else.

The Venus Package was an odd name for a ship. It didn’t sound like a ship name, but it was a marketing ploy to emphasize what the cruise ship did. It wasn’t just a ‘venus package’ like any ‘gold package’, ‘platinum service’, or ‘all-inclusive package’ that a person could buy on any cruise ship, but the ship itself was the package. It was all-or-nothing, once-in-a-lifetime thing - so they said - and that was what it was meant for.

Angelica did not agree, but the ship certainly lived up to its hype in appearance. Several stories high, with twenty decks in tiers of descending size that offered a multitude of open-air relaxation for guests, all stretched out for nearly two thousand feet; it was the largest cruise ship their company had, and in the top ten in the entire world for size. It was bigger than many older models of aircraft carrier, in fact, and it was a note of pride in their repertoire. 

The plastic composite hull had a clean, white base, with most of it in a shiny, glistening royal purple - deep, perfect, and luscious. Chased with gold and platinum, it stood out from any other ship in the harbour, that was certain. The name stretched along the side in swirling cursive, indicating a refinement and grace that people who purchased their tickets wanted to see. Combined with the truly ostentatious appearance, it was a beauty. Angelica could recognize that, even if she didn’t care whatsoever.

She’d seen many cruise ships by now, and even if this one was amazing, so were many others. It was just a boat to her, and she didn’t care all that much as they walked up the ramp and to the VIP check-in, taking the first steps onto her two-month voyage aboard The Venus Package. With Lori by her side they moved toward the counter, her eyes casually scanning the clean white of the plastic walls and the painted purple metal that arched over sections in a mixture of decorative architecture and protective casing. Real wood was set into the floor in large squares, surrounding the carpeted pathway their suitcases rolled along. 

The two were ferried along by their attendants - two fresh-faced girls named Candi and Brandi that looked to Angelica like natural-born twins, with identical faces, bodies, and bob cuts between them. The only real difference between the two was the colour of their hair, of which one was a dyed pastel-pink and the other a bright cyan. Bodies were firm and slender, with perky breasts that fit neatly within their structured, tidy uniforms. They were diligent in the extreme, easily cutting through the people checking in at the counters to pull them along as the VIP company clients that they were. 

Greeted with “Hello, Ms. Angelica Jones!” and “Welcome, Ms. Lori Lowman!”, they guided them along past the main section of hotel-like desks that served as the check-in, past the many guests, and back toward another, more private desk set past a set of double-doors by the grand staircase that made it look like the entrance hall of a mansion. It was all crisp and efficient, with beautiful paneling and inlays. 

Spared no expense, she thought, wondering when the last time so much real wood had been authorized for a cruise ship like that. She knew their company had contracts with the tree-fields, but she was fairly certain that it was rare for so much raw material to be put into a ship -but she didn’t really know, and if the point was admiration, she was very much doing that. The entire VIP entrance was nice, though, and the fact that it was afforded to any company employees was nice. It let her avoid the hustle-and-bustle of the main check-ins, and getting personal attendants to guide them was a nice touch.

“Isn’t this nice?” Lori hummed to her with a cheeky smile as they waited for their credentials to be processed. Angelica knew it was almost unnecessary for them to be checked in, for The Venus Package was top-of-the-line and the most advanced cruise ship in its class; the entire check-in area was like a big metal detector, with neural scanners and x rays having scanned their bodies, implants, and electronic tickets all at once by the time they got halfway through. 

Really, it was just customary to feed their metal tickets into the sleek machine set into the one-legged desk, for they had already been admitted. They did so anyway, and watched as the attendants tapped away at a holographic display and officially checked the two into The Venus Package. 

“Still can’t believe,” she said under her breath, “That you told Linda I needed a trip on this but couldn’t get a ticket.”

“What? It’s true.”

“I could get a ticket -!”

“You wouldn’t, ” Lori said as she slapped her arm, “because you’re no fun. I just prodded her, anyhow, and she came up with it herself. Anyways, whatever - If it’s that big of a problem, you can tell her that when we find her, and if you hate the cruise you can bitch at me when we get back home.”

The blonde snorted out a laugh. “Oh, I’m not waiting that long to start bitching, Lori.”

“Welcome, officially, to The Venus Package!” Said Candi, inclining her pink head of hair toward them. 

“We’re pleased to say that you’ve been officially admitted onto the ship, and everything is ready for your pleasure,” her sister agreed, her blue head dipping down. 

“Thanks, girls!” Lori chirped. “Is this the part where I say ‘nice to see you two again?’”

“We’re pleased to see you here again on the Venus Package!” Candi beamed, smiling earnestly. “Though we’re sure we know the answer, might we ask if you need your accessories provided to you?”

“Oh, no!” Lori laughed, waving her off and holding up her purse. For a moment, Angelica saw a hint of a grin pass over her lips, then it melted away. “I brought them! I just don’t like wearing it all the time - too showy, you know?”

“We find that changes with time,” Brandi offered gently, a strange smile on her lips, and Angelica’s blonde brows furrowed. 

Lori, laughing, just shrugged. “Maybe! Angelica here is definitely going to need hers, though, just so you know.”

“We know,” said Brandi.

“We see it’s your first time,” followed Candi, looking at Angelica. “Might we get you fixed up?”

“Uh - sure?” Angelica looked at Lori, who was busy opening a very expensive-looking case the size of her hand on the desk, and then back at the two attendants. “I’m, uh, not quite sure how this works, so walk me through it, I suppose.”

Candi nodded, still smiling. “Of course! Might I have your hand?”

Angelica pushed her hand forward, wrist-up, on instinct. It was a natural, normal thing, and she didn’t think very much of it as Candi took her forearm in her small hand. She watched curiously as the pinkette retrieved a solid silver band from underneath the desk and held it up to the light, showing the perfection of its crafting. The inside glimmered with brass-coloured circuitry and the sides glinted with a few micro-USB ports, but it was otherwise a solid piece of craftsmanship. 

“Security band?” She asked, somewhat recognizing the object, but not quite. 

Candi dipped her head and met her eyes. “In a manner of speaking, yes. These bracelets, along with other pieces of jewelry, indicate members of the Venus Package. Given the facilities on board, membership levels influence what activities a member is given access to, what places on the ship they’re allowed to visit, and what areas are open to their patronage. Within such zones, there are no fees or criteria.”

“I see,” she said slowly, nodding along. She was familiar with the concepts - jewelry or passes that interfaced with a person, making sure they weren’t holding some virus or malware in their systems, and allowed the security of a place to restrict and grant access as it was programmed to do. Her place of work had something similar, but it wasn’t tied to a physical band like that. “So, security bands -”

“-But so much more stylish,” Lori chirped, and when Angelica looked over at her she saw two silver cuffs locked around her wrists. They were smoother than Angelica’s, their make far sleeker and more svelte, but longer in length. Their colour was a perfect platinum, very much unlike her new silver bracelet - and in doubles, unlike her own. 

“...I guess?” She said, frowning. “Why are -”

“These are purely for recreational activities, however,” Brandi spoke up. “Not merely for restriction on a security level.”

Anyone can access the Silver deck, for example, but only Golds can use the Gold-exclusive decks. Privacy, intimacy, and privilege, you see.”

Angelica opened her mouth, but Candi beat her to it.

“Your package is Silver, our lowest. It offers access to basic services and activities across the ship, though most are centered around decks three to ten.” She paused, inclining her head. “More detail on such can be provided, but all rooms have pamphlets on what is accessible to your membership level.”

“Our levels are as follows,” Brandi said smoothly, “Silver, Gold, Platinum, and Diamond, with Diamond having four unique ‘milestones’ for more customizable and bespoke experiences on board the Cruise.”

Angelica opened her mouth again, but didn’t get to speak.

“All Female guests wear bracelets to indicate their membership level, and, as part of the Venus Package, your level can increase by participating in any events or activities on board the cruise and paying a nominal and minimal upgrade fee.”

“A little gift from us to you,” the twins spoke in tandem, and bowed their heads.

“...Uh,” Angelica coughed, not quite following. “Alright, that’s… quite a lot. So, uh, I… have to wear this to walk around and do stuff, all other, uh, women will be wearing the same, and if I do stuff on board I can pay to upgrade to a higher membership level?”

“That’s about right,” Brandi affirmed, and Angelica frowned a little bit more. 

“...Okay. That’s - isn’t that counterproductive to actually buying the level -”

“Don’t be like that, Angelica,” Lori scoffed, bumping her shoulder, but the twins were ready with their responses. 

“Not at all,” one told her.

“It’s all about customer satisfaction,” said the other. “Participation means your popularity increases, and so are offered more opportunities to satisfy and please. We want everyone aboard to achieve mutual satisfaction, and so we offer the opportunity for anyone, regardless of affordability, to rise to new levels.”

“It’s the Venus Package experience,” they said in tandem, leaving her unnerved.

Angelica just nodded slowly. “...I see. I think. Okay. Well, I don’t think that’ll be that necessary, but, uh -”

“Trust me,” Lori told her, “You’ll totes want to get Gold once you see the waterpark! It’s so awesome, absolutely worth the upgrade, girl.”

Angelica just shot her a look. “...Lori, please - wait, if I’m Silver, then why are yours Platinum? ”

Lori, for a moment, looked almost sheepish, and her hands played with something that looked like a choker still sitting in the case. The case itself had indents for the cuffs and collar, and the satin finish made it look like a jewelry box. It was odd, for sure. “Well, uh, I’m a Platinum level? So…”

“How are you Platinum?” Angelica asked, frowning. “We have the same tickets and stuff? We got the same package?”

Lori seemed a little at a loss for words. “Ah…”

“If we may,” Brandi cut in smoothly, “Membership levels can be retained throughout cruise trips. You may end here a Gold, and next time you return, you’ll remain a Gold. Endless opportunities to climb the membership ladder.”

“Lori earned Platinum on her last trip, and so retains it,” Candi finished. “Just as she retained her accessories - they’re hers, now.”

“I - wait,” Angelica said, holding up her other hand. “Uh - why? Isn’t that absolutely counter-productive to the point of a cruise?”

“Not at all,” said Brandi. “It keeps people happy, and they come back for more.”

“That counts on them coming back at all,” Angelica countered, pressing the issue with concern. “That’s giving away free money for no benefit? Saying they can climb up for less money than it takes to buy the package, then offering it to them permanently on a good-faith business is a terrible business model.”

“It’s not really,” Lori protested, but Angelica shot her a firm look.

“You’re in marketing; how the heck would you market that to the bosses?” She shook her head. “That seems like a terrible waste.”

Both Brandi and Candi appeared unphased, and remained adamant. “Not at all, Ma’am. Customers love the experience, and, by statistics, the higher a person’s membership level, the more often they return.”

“It’s a very amicable return on investment,” chirped Candi.

Angelica just stared. “Uh-huh.” Her voice was flat, unimpressed. “I think I’ll talk to Linda about thi-”

“Oh my god, Angie,” Lori exclaimed, “don’t be a spoilsport!”

“I’m just curious as to how this works without being a waste of money,” she countered, shrugging. “That’s not being a spoilsport.”

Lori pouted at her. “You so are!”

"What, I can't ask questions?”

The sound of snapping metal took her attention away, and she watched as Candi secured the bracelet around her wrist. Angelica, for a moment, felt her brain go fuzzy, and then everything lurched back into comfortable normalcy. She stared curiously as the wristband, taking in its weight, heft, and pliability, then looked back up at the two girls.

“Your band conveniently syncs with your phones and your neural implants for ease of use,” explained Candi.

“Which is what you just felt,” finished Brandi. “It makes things much easier for you. No need to go searching, and you can upload any information about an area directly to your implants.”

“Easy as that!”

Angelica blinked down at them. “...I… see. Quite expensive, I have to say. That sounds like quite the logistical challenge and investment for, what, over ten thousand guests?”

“Fifteen,” Brandi affirmed. “We could hold much more, but this is a bespoke experience - and our customers are absolutely worth the cost.”

Strictly speaking, as logistician, Angelica wondered intensely about the logistics behind such expensive methods of tracking and authorizing the guests onboard a luxury liner like The Venus Package. “That’s full interfacing? That’s very -”

“Angie!” Lori protested with a whine. “Can’t we just have fun on vacation and not shake these two cuties down?”

"I -" Angelica pinched the bridge of her nose. "Lori, I love you, but this is going to be a torturous two months."

“It’s going to be amazing, ” Lori said, winking at her as she brought the choker up to her neck and snapped it around the slender curve. From there, Angelica’s analytical brain was sent turning; she watched as a shudder passed through Lori, her eyes briefly rolled, her lashes fluttered, and her teeth nibbled at her lower lip - then it all melted back into normalcy, quick and brief. She understood well enough that the gear likely interfaced with her, but the reaction was… odd, to say the least.

“What’s up with that?” She asked her.

“What’s up with what?” Lori asked, confused.

“The - that, ” she said, pointing a finger at the choker. 

“...Nothing? What?” Lori offered a confused smile.

“I -”

“We’re very sorry to interrupt,” Candi cut in, looking over at the opening doors and the new entry of VIP guests, “but might we take this time to show you two to your rooms? The facilities must be kept moving, after all.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, of course,” Angelica said after a moment. “Sorry. Just curious, and all that.”

“Understandable,” Brandi chirped, “but we assure you, you’ll come to adore all The Venus Package has to offer.”

Doubtful, she thought, but smiled and nodded. 

-----------------

Candi and Brandi were administrators on the cruise, Angelica learned, with primary responsibilities in customer care, satisfaction, and onboarding for the VIP guests. It was why they were so happy to lead them to their rooms as if there were no other guests waiting for their attention - they were dedicated to offering personalized service. As inefficient as it seemed to her, they were almost desperate to explain the functions and purposes of the ship to her in minute detail, and of nothing else, she got to enjoy some information on the ship's more technical details.

"The Venus Package," Bandi explained as they were led down a clean corridor of wood and composite, "is all about satisfaction. We seek to make sure everyone on board is participating and having fun, and that all our clients, both women and futanari, find their stay to be enjoyable."

Her sister nodded along, pink hair waving around her face. "We strive to make sure everyone is happy and content with what they earn, and reward them accordingly. Our system of ranking up is our way of giving back to our clientele and ensuring that they never have to feel left out because of why they could afford. That, in turn, leads to more mutual satisfaction as customer reviews and ratings rise, and, typically, by the end of the cruise, many have risen at least one tier from where they began."

"Good sales pitch," Angelica remarked dryly, to which Lori snorted.

"Not even I would have come up with that," she giggled.

"It should be known that there is always for someone higher in the cruise to sponsor your way through our membership levels," Brandi told her, voice even and gentle. "We encourage such partnerships, and find that the guest experience is always more…"

"...Pleasurable," her sister continued, "in such cases."

"Pleasurable?" Angelica inquired, but the two only nodded their heads as if that was enough. 

"We'd like to stress to you, Ms Jones, that whatever you say, goes," Candi said, her head dipping briefly. "So, please do not feel pressured to do anything in any way. We of the Cruise are here to simply guide your way, make options aware more attractive to your sensibilities, but your consent always comes first."

"Uh." Angelica raised her golden brows curiously and looked over to Lori, who just sort of shrugged and waved her hand. She was used to corporate-speak, but whatever the twins were saying went over her head -so she just shrugged with it. "Okay, sure."

"Ah," Brandi spoke up.

"Here you are," Candi finished, and both bowed in synch. "Your rooms."

Angelica stared down at the hallway of neatly spaced doors, mentally tracking the width and dimensions of each based on placement, and took in just how spacious they were. Swelling, she looked at her own: a neat, clean door of mahogany wood, set with 45-D8/1 in the middle. Lori’s was just beside hers, and her number was almost the same: 45-D8/2, indicating that they were in adjoined rooms. She’d figured as much from the tickets, and wondered at what hoops Linda had to go through to arrange such a thing. 

"Your bracelets unlock the doors," Brandi informed Angelica as she mimicked opening the door with her wrist. It wasn't for Lori's benefit, as the curvaceous redhead already had her platinum wrist band set against the door's scanner. It chimed and clicked open with a smooth pneumatic hiss, and Lori offered her a wink. Belatedly, she followed suit, and found the same thing happen.

Alright, then, she thought. ...So, it Lori’s bracelets open the door, what’s the choker for? Show? 

"Is that all, Misses?" Candi chirped, hands folded in front of her, and Angelica blinked backward.

"Ah, yeah, I think I'm fine," she answered, but her eyes were searching out Lori. The redhead winked and dipped her head in agreement, and with that, the two administrators bowed again in perfect harmony and began to retreat.

"Call upon us if anything is needed," said Candi.

"We are always pleased to be of service," said her sister, their heads still dipped down. then, as one, they turned and marched back down the hallway, leaving the two women to their own devices. 

"Okay," Angelica said at length, "kind of creepy."

"Yeah…" Lori hummed in agreement. "They grow on you, though. Really good at their jobs."

She grunted. "I guess I'll see, huh?"

Lori popped her lips. "Let's get our stuff stowed so we can hit the decks, yeah? It won't be long before we head off, and you've totally gotta see the skyline as we leave. It's awesome- and, hey, Syd might be up there!" 

"Yay," Angelica chuckled with fond sarcasm, earning her a stuck-out tongue from Lori. 

The two entered their rooms from there, not wasting any more time with idle teasing and pointless banter. Plus, Angelica was pretty excited to see her room, and as she pushed her way inside, she found herself entirely impressed. It was a large room in comparison to other places she’d been in, and the spacious bedroom was more than what she could have expected. The bed was huge, easily big enough for three people, and set on a slightly raised platform against the back wall of the room.

In front of it hung a piece of clear glass framed in metal, and judging by the dual circuitry, it was one of the clean double-sided televisions she’d seen before in stores. It was proven likely as, to the other end of it, was a circular dip carved into the floor and wall like a cylinder, with a couch stretching across its rounded circumference. A table shaped like a rectangle with only three sides was set just in front of it, and it was laden with interfaces, ports, and a touchpad - a perfect area to relax, search things up, or watch TV. 

There was a smattering of furniture across the room ranging from dressers to wardrobes to simple loveseats, all for leisure and relaxation. Carved panels taller than she was were set into the walls in clear delineations, each marked with only an orange symbol that indicated caution. As she walked into the room with minor awe, she rubbed her hand along the panels. They lit up with a faint buzz at the human contact and lifted with smooth whispers of servos, revealing a bookcase, a set of shelves, and a closet. A kitchen counter stretched across the wall opposite of her, and along with the minor utensils and appliances set sleekly into its surface, there was a mini-fridge and a cooler. The door to a private washroom finished the ensemble, presenting a truly five-star room for the modest package she'd been offered.

"Wow," she said to herself, admiring it all with faint praise. "This really is the most top-of-the-line ship we've got, huh?"

As she moved toward the bed with her suitcase in tow, her eyes continued to scan the room. It was more than just idle fancy, for the second pass-through highlighted the various ports and interfaces dotted around at company-specific access points. It was as high-tech as any of their ships, but she could see the more advanced features of the Venus Package at work under the plastic skin; it was temperature controlled, climate regulated, most likely in constant adjustment for its occupants. 

Clearing her throat, Angelica spoke clearly. "Hello, could you inform me of the room's components, please?"

It was more of a hunch than anything, but as a feminine and only slightly artificial voice purred through hidden speakers, she smiled with faint praise that she was right in thinking that the room had a voice control system. "Of course, Angelica Jones. Room 45-D8 is equipped with: one Venus-sized bed, two loveseats, one wrap around couch, table with fifteen interfaces, a television, two televisions behind rotating wall-panels, holographic display behind the bed, three cameras, four webcams, three dressers -"

"Okay, thanks, that's good," she chuckled, waving her hand without need. The voice fell silent, ending its tirade of exposition at her whim. Raking a hand through her hair and mindlessly adjusting her bun, she smiled faintly. "Really advanced, huh?"

She looked up at the ceiling. "...Lotta televisions and cams, though. Kinda a waste for one person, but whatever."

As she started to unpack and put her clothing in their new two-month home, she came to realize that the room wasn't quite perfect. Not for any materialistic reason of want or insufficiency, but rather because Angelica could hear Lori through their adjoined room rather clearly, with barely more than a muffle in her words. Even with the adjoining door closed, she could hear Lori thumping around, a teeny song on her lips, the artificial voice answering each of her questions. 

"Soundproofing leads much to be desired," she muttered to herself. Stuff like that wasn't in her department, but she would be sure to make sure any ships she worked on were nice and private - adjoined rooms or not. 

"Angelica!" Lori called out from the other side of their thick wall, and Angelica rolled her eyes. "Aren't these rooms just the best?"

She rolled her eyes again. "Aaaand two months of hearing Lori yelling through walls. Wonderful." She shook her head with a fond smile. "Ah, this better live up to all the hype..."

It took some time to pack, freshen up, put on some more appropriate cruise attire, and then head up to the deck. It took some time to settle into the rooms, if only because biometrics still needed to be inloaded with their information, and from there, Angelica wanted to make sure everything was interfaced properly with the two of them. Lori's insistent pouting did little to sway her, but soon enough they were headed up onto the deck as the ship pulled out of the harbour. 

"We've gotta meet up with Syd," Lori expressed more than once, tugging on her wrist. "She and her friends are up on the deck! I want you guys to meet and stuff. Oh, plus, there are the other friends I've met -I'm sure they're here, too-"

"Repeat customers?" She said dryly, parroting Candi and Brandi's earlier words. 

Lori nodded. "Yeah! Trust me, people totally come back for more trips. It's, like, addictive."

Angelica just laughed and shook her head, not commenting on the ludicrousness of either statement. She glanced at her friend askance, her eyes critically scanning over her outfit, and her lips pulled into a strange line. “You’re going out like that?”

Lori looked down at herself, then up at her. “What’s wrong with it?”

Angelica raised her white-blonde eyebrows. Lori had herself wrapped up in a rather skimpy-looking red bikini the same colour of her hair that really wasn’t meant for a girl of her size and curvature. Her top struggled to cover more than half of her large, creamy tits, bearing the entirety of her cleavage and a vast swathe of the inner slopes, and with it tucked in front of her collar by a metal ring that arced around her neck like a halter, it had them bouncing with every step. Her bottoms were slung low around her hips, getting almost dangerously close to the apex of her thighs, and her ass was so uncovered that her cheeks wobbled in the open air.

“You’re practically spilling out of it,” she told her, pointing with a finger. As they walked past the rows of cabins and into the hallways that marked the actual structure of the ship, she plucked a pamphlet from a partition in the wall. “It seriously just doesn’t fit. You’re going to flash someone if you walk too fast, let alone run - and God forbid, jump.”

“You know how hard it is to find stuff in my size!” Lori laughed. “Besides, it’s a cruise ship - people love stuff like this. You’re the one that’s gotta live a little!”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Angelica said pointedly, very much okay with her combination of opaque sarong, black one-piece, and crop-top thrown over her chest. “And I’m positive that people are going to love your outfit - you’re literally flashing them, Lori. You look like you’re trying to pick someone up off the streets.”

“Hey,” Lori hummed mischievously, “that’s part of the fun.”

She laughed. “Sure, Lori. Should have figured you weren’t going to stay modest.” She shook her head, still amused. “I’d wanted to get some quiet in, not get pestered by people trying to hit on you because of - of all that. ”

“There’s no point in having all this if I don’t flaunt it,” Lori told her, flipping her red waves behind her shoulder. “Besides - actually, you’ll see.”

“See what?”

“ You’ll see, ” Lori insisted, her plump cocksuckers forming a neat, seductive grin. 

Angelica wasn’t swayed, and with a deadpan look, said, “so cryptic.”

“You’re such a spoilsport.”

“Am not!” Angelica insisted, her hand idly flipping through the pamphlet. “Just - ah, whatever. Lead the way; these hallways make no sense to me.”

With Lori’s arm suddenly hooked through hers, she led the way through the halls. Angelica quickly learned that none of it was shabby, or drab, or baseline. Their cruise ships rarely were, granted, but The Venus Package was something else altogether, with every line in it made from the most pristine of materials, the walls decorated with artwork from old and new artists both, and decorative filigree set wherever appropriate. Holographic displays three meters wide were set into walls and flashed ads for the ship, showing off restaurants and stores and other activities they could participate in. At one point they walked through an entire hallway composed of holographics displaying an aquarium tunnel so realistic she almost fell for it, and she was left in awe.

It was almost silly to be in awe, though. Even if she'd never worked on it or checked in on the specifics, The Venus Package was the biggest, most advanced cruise ship in -well, probably the entire world as far as she knew, and now being in it verified that those words weren't just idle boasting. As they walked through hallways into larger, more spacious areas that were quite literally several decks high with tiers and bridges and everything, she could only marvel. The public sections looked more like the insides of a shopping mall than a boat, and it carried all the same storefronts, restaurants, and diners, too.

And, as she exited the insides and stepped out onto the main deck, she found that it was just as magnificent on the outside, too: pools and slides and other lofty displays, replete with stores and fast-food joints and all manners of things. It was awe-inspiring; The Venus Package was less a cruise ship than a floating city, if Angelica was being truthful. Hell, the pamphlet she held in her hand and hastily tried to understand listed over two-hundred different ‘stores’ and half that in ‘recreational activities’ across the two thousand feet of boat. 

It was a logistical nightmare as far as she was concerned, and all she could do was admire the fact that The Venus Package had been sailing for close to six years without incident; it was awe-inspiring as it was incredulous. She stared at things around her and stared at the pamphlet with awe, trying and struggling to process just how much there was - and even as she did so, she was walking by hot-dog stands and sushi bars while people slid down the waterslide that arched up and around the sides of the ship like a mantlepiece. 

Is there anything this ship doesn’t have? She thought to herself, counting the number of gyms - seven! - and massage parlours - ten! - with strangled awe. It looked like it was equipped for anything, with the means to provide endless entertainment for its passengers. She could never have designed something like this, or organized it, or even tried to manage a fraction of such opulence. It was truly greedy in its ambitions, and yet, somehow, it worked. Something of this size and scope should have guzzled down resources and money like a whirlpool, but it was anything but. 

This shouldn’t work, she concluded to herself, eyes wide as she took in the breathtaking deck - the stalls, the foods stands, the storefronts, the many, many people reclining on deck chairs and lounge chairs or crowded around the tables as they watched the ship pull out into the open ocean. She watched as Lori shouted in glee as the ship blew its colossal horn in parting to the city, and two genuine military carriers that protected the magnificent harbour, artificial islands, and their island-spanning bridges blew theirs alongside them. Angelica didn’t fail to note that The Venus Package was of similar size and scope to those giant ziggurats of guns and steel. 

“Insane,” she muttered under her breath. I couldn't even explore this entire ship in two months! I’d get lost first, fuck!

It led her to one last question, and it was the most baffling by far. Who made this thing? This would take the entire company ten years just to work it out, secure contracts, and get funding - and at least another ten to make it! Just how the hell?

Her awe at what she was seeing left her somewhat distracted as they started to walk along the big, somewhat crowded deck, and it was many moments before she directed her attention off of The Venus Package’s structure and onto the deck itself - clean, polished wood once again, with sections of glossy white to act as walkways and paths. Scores of tanning beds were arranged in clean, neat rows at partitioned sections, around which were stands that sold food and confections. Further down she could see a series of pools all arranged in circular patterns that overlapped and looped, presenting an almost flower-shaped design that was a marvel of artistic architecture. 

It was also terribly lively. There were so many people it seemed boggling to the mind, and everyone was already in the full swing of things - having fun, partaking in the environment, ordering food and causing the delicious steam to float through the air, with some women tanning, others lounging, many entertaining friends and strangers both. Women were flirty and friendly with one another, and to her eyes, they almost unabashedly approached eligible girls and started chatting them up with no sign of recognition between them.

In fact, the more she looked, the more overt it seemed. Women looked at one another almost hungrily, staring with rapacious eyes at the bikini-clad forms of others. She saw teens giggling as they pointed at older women and talked with gleaming eyes amongst themselves, and watched adults ogle and chat as they stared at athletic, sun-kissed girls. People approached one another with swaggers in their steps, as if they were filled with an overabundance of confidence, and flirted so aggressively that it made Angelica flinch back. She couldn’t think of a time where she’d seen someone walk up to someone else, start running their fingers over their arms and give them bedroom eyes like so, and now she was seeing it play out in a dozen different places.

It left her red-faced and flustered in short order. She’d never seen people flirt with such shameless abandon, nor flaunt themselves to one another as if they were preening snowbirds. It was forward, aggressive, bold, and very much not her thing - and she would know, she was best friends with a woman like Lori. It left her biting her lip with trepidation as they walked across the spacious deck, and the more she saw, the more intense it seemed. 

It certainly didn’t help that everywhere she looked, she saw women in skimpy, revealing bikinis. She might have been fine with just the flirting and overt hunger, but when combined with outfits so low-cut and revealing that it left the realm of swimwear and ranged into fetish wear, it left her feeling nervous and uncomfortable. Some girls were wearing little more than micro bikinis, adults with one pieces that had less cloth than two-pieces, and curves were practically left hanging out of outfits at least two sizes too small.

She was mortified, but for all the shameless sluttiness from the women, what she saw out of the Futanari was worse. It was generally easy to tell in their day and age who was what, and their natural swagger and attitudes typically had them stand out, but it was painfully obvious from what they were wearing. It was as if every single dick-bearing woman on the ship had decided to indicate that fact through sheer shameless instead of some sort of public decency, and flaunted their rather hefty packages through tight bikinis, shorts that were not quite big enough in any dimension, or other increasingly lewd ways that left their sizes almost perfectly obvious to the naked eye.

The combination of obvious outlines of cocks and revealing cleavages were enough to make her baulk, but the fact that everyone was ogling over it with shameless abandon was even worse. Eyes were glued to the futanari like hawks watching prey, and it was utterly mortifying for someone as severe and reserved as Angelica. It really didn’t help that any of the futas that passed the two of them by paused to smile and check them out as if they were choice cuts of meat and not women at all, leaving her shivering. 

“Lori,” she hissed at her friend, “what the hell is this?”

“The Venus Package,” her friend told her with amusement, and Angelica could see very clearly why she was so unabashed in her swimsuit - it wasn’t even the most scandalous there, even if Lori herself was easily the best body in view. 

“Everyone’s practically naked!” She continued to hiss. “They’re, like, flashing us!”

“Isn’t it awesome?” Her friend sighed, stroking her platinum choker. 

Angelica sputtered “No?! It’s shameless, is what it is!”

“Live a little!” Lori scoffed, playfully slapping her arm. “This is once in a lifetime stuff, girl, just roll with it! You’re hot, they’re hot, we’re all hot and single and totally ready to mingle. Don’t sweat the small details. Hot chicks in bikinis, that's what you gotta think about.”

“You -”

“Oh, there’s Syd!” Lori interrupted, her hand suddenly waving at a group of people. 

“Wait,” she protested, but Lori was already tugging her along with excitement. They made their way from the main deck down to a sort of dip that had fewer lounge chairs and was, instead, dominated by a large, circular bar big enough for twenty people to side shoulder-by-shoulder, manned by two well-dressed women in suits. There were drinks behind the counter that Angelica knew were expensive brands, and they were casually being poured out by the glass. 

It all passed by in a rush as they made their way to a group of five girls laughing in a cabana, a set of drinks and a few bottles between them. Her recognition of them was only through the pictures that Lori had shown her, but they’d all been passing notes - she hadn’t thought they were all people in the same friend group. The only one of them she really recognized was Syd herself, who sat at the head of the other five like the leader of their pack.

She looked exactly as her pictures indicated: short and young, much more than both Angelica and Lori. She had all the hallmarks of a brash punk, what with her black hair dyed electric-blue toward the tips and heaped off to the side in a smooth part. She had more earrings than her pictures had indicated, and her nose stud looked new and fancy. Her body was much more pronounced in person than it was on camera, though; her physique was slim and cut, her stomach gently hardened and bearing chiseled lines toward her pelvis and along her obliques. 

She wasn’t cut, but she was athletic for sure. In spite of that, her curves were rather nice around her waist and chest, leading to a well-balanced figure that was sure to be a killer at whatever college she surely went to - she wasn’t a day older than twenty, at best. Her skin-tight gym shorts were emblazoned with her school symbol, too, but Angelica was too busy staring at the extremely obvious bulge on display underneath. As much as it embarrassed her to think about it, it was rather big and hefty - well suited to a girl of her appearance, and most assuredly the thing that allowed her to plaster such a confident grin on her face. 

Angelica wasn’t surprised to see that Syd was a futa - she’d suspected as much from how Lori talked about her. She was surprised to see that her entire gaggle of oddly multicultural friends that surrounded her were also futas, as their very tight shorts and bikinis revealed. All the girls that she’d seen in total passing were part of Syd’s circle of friends, and each sported a large, impressive cock.

She looked at Lori suspiciously. She knew just how hot and good her friend was in bed, but…

“Hey, Sydney!” Lori cooed, stepping up to the group of girls with an eager smile. 

Almost at once, Syd planted a smug, tooth-bearing grin on her face. She pushed herself up from her seat with both hands and swiped her palm through her side-swept hair before reaching her arms around Lori - them immediately slapping the buxom redhead on the ass right there in front of everyone, making the fat mass of flesh bounce with a satisfying noise. Angelica felt her breath catch in her throat through sheer incredulity, and her eyes were wide as Syd wrapped an arm right around Lori’s hourglass waist and tugged her straight in against her body like she was a doll and little else. 

“Babe,” she husked, arm wrapped tight. Her hand unsubtly began to trace up and down her waistline, mapping out the gorgeous curvature, while the other casually kneaded the flesh of her ass. “Great to see you again. Been way too long.” There was a brief pause where Angelica saw her blue eyes flick off to the sides where her friends were watching, and she nibbled at her lip. “I mean, we’re all psyched to see you again, ‘course.”

What the fuck?

“Of course,” Lori winked, putting her own arm around the girl. She seemed to preen as Sydney, holding her hands in her own, began to immediately run her eyes up and down her voluptuous body as if eye-fucking her, and Angelica shuffled awkwardly to see the other five girls doing the exact same. 

“You’re looking hot, ” Syd said, her voice carrying that stereotypical punkish drawl that wasn’t natural or street-child in any way. It had a lilt to it, too, indicating some sort of foreign birth. “God, you’re always the hottest bitch around, Lori.”

Angelica almost gaped at Syd, and then almost at Lori as she giggled with pleasure. 

“Thanks!” She chirped, head dipping down. “You’re not so bad looking yourself, baby.”

Syd plastered a charming grin on her face. “Sweet-talker.”

What the fuck is happening? Angelica thought, looking between them with shock. 

Syd’s eyes flicked over to her in that moment, and her lips twitched. “This Angelica? One you’re always talking about?”

“Yup!” Lori cheerfully said. “That’s Angelica, my bestie. Her first time, so treat her nice, guys!”

“Sure,” Syd drawled, “we’ll treat her nice. ” She smirked. “Almost as fucking hot as you, babe.”

“Definitely a hot piece of ass,” a reclining dark-skinned punk purred, and Angelica shot her an indignant look.

“Right? Love blondes,” said another punk of Latina descent, making Angelica flinch.

“Excuse me?” she sputtered. 

“You’re excused,” Syd said flippantly, winking and laughing and feeling Lori’s ass up all in the same breath - then she slapped Lori’s ass again, sending the flesh quivering against her palm, and the redhead purred. “How about you gals take a seat, huh? Cabana’s ours, and we’ve got plenty of drinks to go around.”

She didn’t say it as a suggestion, and was already pulling Lori along with her as she returned to her seat. Lori didn’t seem bothered by any of it in the least, and willingly went with the Syd she’d been gushing about for so long. Honestly, Angelica didn’t even want to sit down with them as she saw what was so very obviously going on, but despite her trepidations and mortification, she didn’t want to abandon her friend - enjoyable though she seemed to be taking it - and so took herself a seat the furthest away from everyone that she could manage.

And then watched with pursed lips as Lori was plopped down in Syd’s lean lap, sitting there almost proudly. 

“Right!” Lori perked up immediately, waving her hands and sending her tits bouncing, “introductions! I never really went over you guys with Angelica, and I don’t want her to feel left out.”

“That’s fine,” Angelica said tersely, but Syd, her hand casually planted on Lori’s plump breast, spoke up anyhow.

“Right, well, I’m Syd Fienman,” she said, still smirking with infuriating calmness. Then, jerking her chin over to her friends, she introduced them in order. “The Latina bitch right there-”

“Of, fuck off, ” said the Latina, laughing as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Her skin was a nice shade of chestnut, and her hair was set in loose waves of black. She had a single nose rise that was rather prominent against her face, and combined with her much more obvious cybernetics set into the sides of her head, she stood out from the rest. She had a confidence about her that couldn't be downplayed, and even Angelica could see the girl was a lady killer. 

“Is Andrea Alvarez.” Syd waved her hand. “The silent one is Yuki Asano -” She gestured to an Asian girl with a clearly gothic look about her, her face pale with makeup, her eyes heavily done up with eyeliner, and her lips as black as her hair. Double buns were done up messily, the hair almost spilling loose in feathery waves, and long, straight bants covered her eyebrows. “-And the too-loud one is Sasha Fischer.”

Said loud one laughed and winked at Angelica. Her hair was choppy and short, her cybernetics almost nonexistent, and her pale skin made dark by the sun. She was the most well-defined of the group, with chiseled abs and hard biceps from a life of intense work - or sports, either-or. She was tight, well-formed, and muscular in all the right sorts of ways, and seemed boisterous about it. 

“Pleasure,” she said, still chuckling, her accent thick and very obviously German. 

“And I’m Jordan Robinson,” said a voice almost as smug as Syd’s. The last girl was dark of skin and tall in stature, with slender curves and a svelte waistline. Her hair was loose and streaked with red, and from the way she carried herself, she seemed to almost have the same authority as their leader did - maybe her second-hand, maybe some other girl with delusions of grandeur, Angelica didn’t know. She did know that she did not like the way she was so rapaciously staring at her, eyeing up her curves as if they were tasty treats. “Whenever the idiot isn’t calling the shots, I am.”

That answers that, she thought, looking away from the smug African-American girl. 

Syd was still smirking through it all, clearly not caring whatsoever for her friend’s words. “Now that we’re all caught up… what’cha think of the ship, Angelica? Pretty swanky, right?”

“Uhm.” Angelica looked between all of them, not at all liking how they continued to stare at the two women like choice cuts of meat. “It’s…. Very impressive, I’ll admit.”

“I’ll say what’s impressive,” Andrea drawled, lazily reclining in her seat. “You’ve got one hell of a rack, Ange. Best I’ve seen all day.”

“Fuck, yeah,” sighed Sasha. “There are some great fucking tits out there, but poor pickings compared to last time.”

“We’ve only seen a few guests so far, though,” Yuki added quietly, and her voice sounded like the stereotypical mean girl. “The hotter bitches are probably still waiting to be found.”

“Hah! Probably, yes!”

This can’t be- what is this? She thought, staring at them all in turn, then looking at Lori for reassurance - and found the redhead to be following along with it all while smiling. What? This is a joke. 

Lori giggled between them. “What, better tits than mine, guys? Wow. I’m almost offended.”

They all immediately snorted.

“Lori, you don’t count,” Jordan laughed. “Your tits are like udders - fucking massive. No one competes with that.”

“Size of my head,” Sasha said very seriously, “And I love them.” 

“I agree, babe,” Syd rumbled, palming the redhead’s breast. Lori preened at their words and rolled her shoulders to make her tits wobble, and she got cat-calls and whistles in return - and Angelica baulked. “Best tits on this entire ship. Can’t wait to get a good taste of ‘em again…”

“Naughty girl,” Lori giggled, winking at the teenger, and earned a wink in return.

Angelica was at a loss. She had no idea what to say or do, and what she was watching left her totally shell-shocked. Her friend didn’t act like this. She didn’t engage with people so damned crude. 

“Somethin’ wrong, Ange?” Andrea hummed, staring at her with clear amusement.

Angelica blinked. “N-no, not really. Just - admiring your unique dichotomy.”

The girl blinked back before she started to cackle, and Sydney laughed boisterously. “Fcuk, Lori, she sounds just like you said. She’s uptight. ”

Angelica sputtered. “W-what?”

“A good shag’d loosen her up,” Sydney continued, her words coming out totally casually.

“I’m always telling her that,” Lori sighed, arms wrapped around the punk’s neck, and Angelica kept on flapping her lips with indignation. “But, hey, we are on The Venus Package.”

“That we are,” said Sasha, a grin on her lips. “Fuck, the girls are hot this time around, though.”

“I’ll say,” Jordan agreed. “Did you see that blonde at the sushi bar? Fucking fine. ”

“I’ve already had these two MILFs salivating over me,” Sasha told them proudly, rolling her shoulders to make her muscles pop. Her friends rolled their eyes, but she didn’t appear bothered by it. “Wanted me to get lotion on them and everything. Gave me their room keys, told ‘em, nah, you’re coming to mine. ”

They all laughed, even Lori, and Angelica remained shell-shocked by the exchange. 

“I mean, I know who I’m nailing,” Syn laughed, squeezing Lori’s tit and nuzzling her face into the crook of her creamy neck, “but there are some real lookers out there. Not as hot as Lori and Angelica here, but, like, when these girls are so fucking thirsty, I’m not gonna complain.”

“We’ve got weeks for Lori!” Andrea snorted. “Can’t let these other hotties go without some good dick, though, you know? I’m thinkin’ I wanna tap twins this time. Or sisters. Maaaaybe mother-daughter combo, get some hot family action in there.”

“Technically, we’ve got two months to tap asses,” Jordan remarked dryly, and Yuki nodded with her. “And, well, I’ve got plans to tap a bunch. See if I can’t get that upgrade this time around.”

“Not before me,” Syd snorted, and Jordan rolled her eyes. 

“All you’re doing is fucking your bitch, Syd.”

“What, pissed Lori’s the hottest woman you’ll ever be with in your life?” Sydney laughed, and Lori hummed her approval at her words. She even hugged her breasts against her cheek, much to Angelica’s sympathetic shame. 

“Eh, true,” Yuki said quietly, her fingers casually flicking away at her phone. “We’ve been with a bunch, but Lori’s something else.”

“Aw, thanks!” Lori cooed.

“Very true,” Sasha said very seriously. “Very hard to find a girl whose ass claps as good as Lori’s.”

Andrea laughed. “Yeah, like, Lori’s ass is fan-fucking-tastic, sure, but didn’t you rail that pornstar, Sasha?”

“She was good, yes,” Sasha replied, “and, there were two of them. But, they’re still not as good as Lori. It’s almost a shame, but - hah, those two could fuck, not going to lie.”

“Tag me in next time?” Andrea suggested immediately.

“Only if you think you can keep up,” Sasha teased, winking, and the Latina threw a breadstick at her. 

“Wait, like, which…?” Yuki asked, squinting. 

“Oh, uh… I don’t remember their names that well…” Sasha said sheepishly. “Ah, Arianna…. And…Victoria? Maybe?”

“You don’t remember the name of the pornstar you pumped a baby into?” Syd snorted out a loud laugh. “Oh, you dog. ”

“I try, I try,” Sasha said, dipping her head. She caught Angelica’s eye after a moment and winked at her, and Angelica, flushing, turned away. 

“Kinda hot,” Yuki drawled slowly, and when Angelica looked at her again, she found the girl taking a selfie with her and Lori, who remained sitting in Syd’s lap - the camera very obviously position to stare down the redhead’s cleavage. 

Their entire conversation disgusted Angelica. It wasn’t suggestive, or implied, but they outright lewdly talked about who they were going to do on their trip as if the boat was a garden of women for them to pick up and fuck. It was disgusting, and the way they so casually talked about Lori was even worse. She knew that Syd was almost certainly sleeping with Lori, and that wasn’t a surprise for her; but the rest were implying in veiled words that they had done the same, and given their exchange of names and fuckings, she wasn’t sure who was serious and who was just posturing - either was valid, but the thought that Lori might well have put out with six random futas that were many years her senior was mind-boggling. None of them looked resectable enough to sleep with her, in fact, and she’d seen much more impressive people blown off by Lori before.

Just what is going on?

“Hey,” Andrea said casually, leaning over to slide her hand onto Angelica’s lap, “Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get to warm Ange here right up, hm?” She winked. “What’dya say - think there’s a chance I’ll be making your bed shake?”

Angelica, sputtering, flicked her hand away. “Most assuredly not. And, my name is Angelica, not Ange. ”

They all burst out laughing as Andrea blew out her lips. 

“Cold!” Jordan cheered, flicking her hand out. 

“Hot as fuck, cold as ice - damn, good combo,” Syd drawled, staring her over as she nuzzled into Lori’s neck. “You’ve got one hell of a friend, Lori. Can’t wait to see what kind of noises she makes.”

“They’re super cute,” Lori told her, and Angelica just shook her head.

It was the last thing she wanted to hear, and the assumption that any of them would get close to her body infuriated her. All of it did. In less than a few moments, any perception she’d had of Syd was flipped on its head and totally ruined, for in that time she’d proven herself and her gaggle of punk idiots to be crude, rude chicks with far too much boldness for her tastes. Their actions were thoroughly gross, and she wanted nothing to do with their conversation.

She would have gone off on them and berated their utter lack of consideration toward women and how that was a thoroughly disgusting thing to engage in, but she held back out of consideration for Lori. She’d expressed nothing but fondness for Syd, and she held out some hope that it was all just bluster - but seeing her friend become so receptive to their degrading remarks and casual fondling, including how Jordan was, even then, squeezing her other breast with her dark hand, was making it hard for her to think good thoughts. 

Gritting her teeth, setting her jaw, and folding her arms over her bust to stop them from staring, she looked away. Tuning them out and mentally fuming at their words, she turned her eyes toward the lounging patrons by the nearby section of the pool. What she saw was shockingly similar to what she was going through right then - cabanas of futas teasing around receptive girls, women sitting on the edges of the water and fawning over muscled studs, and other giggling gaggles of playful teens having fun. It made her teeth grind together, and her eyes kept scanning, looking for some segment of normalcy on the damned deck.

She looked over a nearby tiki bar and brushed over the prowling futas and coy girls until they caught on a brilliant emerald colour, and from there, she was left thoroughly, utterly stunned. Her eyes were locked on what was most assuredly the single most attractive woman she’d seen in her entire life; a tall, gorgeous woman with buttery mocha skin, hair as dark as midnight, and the brightest green eyes she’d ever seen. She had a face like a super model and the body of a fitness model, more perfect than anything she’d ever seen in a beauty magazine or runway show.

She’d never been stunned by someone’s appearance before, and she was still staring as the woman rose from her seat with a graceful sweep and started to walk over to her with calm, measured, refined steps. She looked like a goddess as she walked, and eyes were all on her as she moved - some awe, some desire, most with sheer incredulity. The woman was drop-dead gorgeous, and not only did everyone that looked at her know that, so did the woman herself. She could see it in the sway of her hips and the swagger of her step, and it made Angelica feel hot under the collar. 

Her feminine perfection was incredible, her body ideal in every possible way. Her stomach was toned and firm, with the gentle definition of abs and the chiseled lines of peeking obliques all tied together with perfectly tanned, silky skin. Her musculature was the perfect definition of a fitness model, and yet none of it sacrificed her femininity: her chest was rather large and weighty against her black halter top, and her hips so comfortably wide as to be mouthwatering. Legs, despite being toned and fit, were long and luscious, and her skin looked as smooth as butter. 

As the vision of sun-tanned perfection walked toward her, she only barely managed to regain her shell-shocked composure. It was very difficult, especially as she got a good look at her perfect face - absolute perfection, cheekbones high and sculpted, her jaw so angular she could cut herself against it, with full, pouty lips, a pointed, dainty nose, and rounded eyes. Her lashes were so long as to be mesmerizing, and Angelica surely was. All of her dark hair was pulled away from her face as if to frame it, with bants parted at the center and the rest of the sinfully long massed tucked back in a neat, efficient, and practical ponytail that danced with her footsteps. 

Her right arm, Angelica noticed, was covered in a sleeve tattoo of roses and thorns that went from the back of her hand up to her shoulder and seemed to disappear from there - perhaps going across her backside, she didn’t know; but what she saw appealed to her: black, green, and red ink sprawled across her arm in a simple and tasteful design that was surely done by some million-dollar artist, for no other person could afford to work their art on such a canvas. The diamond-coloured bracelet that hung from her wrist only seemed to detract from the beauty of it, in fact, as if the diamond was just a minor footnote compared to the supermodel. 

She stepped into the cabana with grace, and all of the girls stiffened and started to fidget in a mixture of fear and awe. Angelica was still very much mesmerized, and she swallowed thickly as the deliciously tall woman approached. She got an eyeful of her up close, and she was swallowing even harder to fix her dry mouth as she caught sight of the not-so-subtle weapon tucked away in her black bikini; a large, thick pipe that exceeded any of the girls sitting around, barely contained within her swimwear and kept fraction only modest by the sheer cloth that formed a makeshift skirt around her waist.

Whoever the woman was, she was a ladykiller. She didn’t have to say a single word to Angelica: from the looks the other futas were giving her, the way Lori stared - hell, the way that every single woman in range swooned at her - it was clear that the nameless woman was a world-class, top-tier lady killer. The package tucked away so unsubtly in her bikini only hinted at how many endless conquests she must have had under her belt, and Angelica could only imagine just how many notches her bed would have - or beds, for she assumed that a woman like this had several dozen to pick and chose, each marked up with a thousand different tallies. 

And then she spoke, and Angelica shivered at the womanly perfection. “Hey, there. Hope I’m not interrupting…?”

“N-not at all, Felicia,” Sydney stammered, brushing at her hair. “It’s really great to see you again!”

“Yeah, you’re looking as awesome as always, Ms.Hernandez,” said Jordan, and it was mimicked by Andrea, who stared at her with awe. “Totally, yeah. Thanks for coming by, honestly.”

“Things going well?” Offered Sasha.

“No problems like last time?” Yuki squeaked.

“You girls are sweet,” the supermodel chuckled, and her laugh made Angelica want to swoon. “Yeah, everything’s great on my end, thanks for asking.” She looked up, and tilted her head. “Hello, Lori. I heard you closed that marketing deal; awesome work.”

“T-thanks!” Lori chirped, sounding as nervous as Angelica felt.

Then, the woman looked back at her, and she swallowed again. She was the newcomer here, for the woman was, apparently, well acquainted with the rest of them. The attention left her feeling decidedly small; though she was of the same height as this woman and with more curves to her, the confidence and swagger that oozed from her perfect body left her feeling small and vulnerable - like a little girl in front of a Queen. 

“Hello,” she said charmingly, flashing a smile with perfect teeth that was purely genetic and not at all enhanced. “My name is Felicia Hernandez, and I -” she stopped, laughed, and shook her head as if she was ashamed. “Sorry, this is awkward. I just - I saw you, and I had to come over and introduce myself.”

Oh, no, Angelica distressed, she’s a fucking ladykiller for real. 

"Angelica Jones," she said as neutrally as she could manage. "I don't suppose you're more tasteful company than those present?"

She could almost feel the Goon Squad's amusement rise at her casual dismissal, but none of them did so much as dare to speak out of turn in Felicia's presence. They just watched as the supermodel hummed under her breath in a gentle laugh and set her hand on her sculpted waistline, to every nearby woman's approval - including Angelica. 

"I wouldn't want to insult," she said, her voice smooth and rolling at the same time, like swirling caramel, "but I'd like to think I'm fairly good company. Perhaps I could steal you away for a bit and show just how good?"

Angelica could see the calculated look in Felicia's eyes and the confidence that continued to pour off her lean figure, and it left her feeling small. This woman, whoever she was, couldn't be 'just some woman' - she was something refined, elegant, sculpted, and important; she could tell that much. She was someone that knew what she had and how to use it, and with her gentle quip, it was clear she was going to pull out all the stops on Angelica - and she wasn't sure she wanted to let her get to the end. 

"I'm afraid not," she replied, trying to keep her voice level. "I'm here with my friend, and I don't want to leave her alone."

"Lori can come with us, if she'd like," Felicia suggested casually, smoothly, a charming smile on her lips that left Angelica feeling weak in the knees. 

"And tear her away from her beau?" She didn't hide the ire in her words. "I wouldn't dream of it, Ms. Hernandez."

Felicia raised her eyebrows with faint amusement. "Felicia, please."

"I'm not sure I know you well enough to be on a first-name basis," she pointed out, trying not to shrink in her seat because holy shit , the full force of her attention was intense. 

"That is my invention," Felicia said, head cocking. "For us to get to know one another, that is. Just for a bit, you understand - you're entirely captivating, and I'd be heartbroken if we didn't get to have a proper conversation." She raised her hand and gestured. "You're a martini kind of lady, aren't you? I know a few good ones that you'd enjoy."

Angelica wanted to say no out of spite, but she didn't. She knew Lori would probably call her out, so, instead, she shook her head and tried not to appear pathetic while doing it. "I am, actually. Good eye."

Felicia laughed as if nervous by the praise. "Ah, thank you. It's always nice to say I guessed a pretty lady's drink correctly, you know?"

"I'm not sure I do," she drawled coolly, trying her hardest not to engage. 

Felcia cocked her head. "I think you do. You're far too noticeable not for people to hit on you all the time, Angelica."

The way she said her name made her shudder, and it took all of her willpower - hell, more than her willpower - to maintain her composure. "Isn't that what you're doing right now?"

Felicia smiled. "Yes. I am. You're gorgeous, and I'd love to get to know you. I'd truly hate to take you away from your friend -"

"-Please, do," Lori muttered with awe.

"-But you certainly deserve some time to yourself on The Venus Package, don't you think?" Felicia eyes sparkled in a way that was wholly captivating. "And I'd be honoured if you let me be a part of that time, if only for long enough to get a drink and sit by the hot tub."

She swallowed thickly. "I've got two months to have time for myself, don't I?"

"You do," the tan-skinned woman drawled, "I just think that you deserve the finest things on board, and I'd very much like to offer you as much of that as possible."

"Substantially more than a drink," she fired back, trying to sound confident. She wasn't, not by miles, but Felicia just grinned. 

"What can I say? I appreciate the finer things in life, and you, Ms. Angelica, are very much one of those things." Her voice lowered just a fraction; a calculated thing that could have dropped the pants of any girl. "I've no intention of doing anything overt, mind, but if you gave me the time to let you get to know me, I'd like to think we can have ourselves the time of our lives."

"Does that work on everyone you try to seduce, or...?"

Felicia barked out a smooth laugh. "You're quick with your responses, aren't you? I didn't realize I'd get the treat of a woman with a biting tongue."

"I don't just roll over for every hot girl that tries to pick me up," she said lightly. 

"Ah - hot, am I?" Felicia waggled a brow cheesily, and Angelica tried not to bite her lip.

"Of course," Angelica said, then offered a smile. "Hence why it's so easy to find a quippy remark. This kind of stuff gets old real fast."

Another laugh, and Felicia inclined her head. "Oh, you are interesting, Angelica Jones. Most don't manage to spar with me quite so effectively, or do it so convincingly - they're usually dismissive, bratty, and want my attention, or otherwise put up a front and seek for me to make them swoon. You, though..."

Trailing off, she offered another beautiful, charming grin, and Angelica shuddered. The woman was hot as all hell, the most attractive thing she'd ever seen, but if she was anything like the other woman she'd met like her, she wanted Angelica's bikini on her bedroom floor. And, hot as she was, she wasn't there to get laid, or end up as another notch on her lofty but insignificant bedpost.

"There are plenty of others that, I imagine, would love your company," she offered tersely, trying her hardest not to give into Felicia's magnetic charm. It felt for all the world like a pressure wave being exerted upon her, and it left her feeling dizzy. 

"There are," Felicia drawled, "and yet, there they are and here I am."

"I suppose you and they have something in common, then," Angelica noted gently. 

"Oh?"

"You're all wasting your time."

Felicia burst out laughing. it was a refined, tinkling sound, but one of resignation - that of a predator having met her match. "You are sharp, aren't you? Not only are you good with your words, but you're also quick, too. The fact that you could manage all that while blushing like a strawberry is absolutely incredible."

Oh, fuck , Angelica thought, tentatively touching her face. When did I start blushing...?

All she did was tilt her head coquettishly. "The sun is quite warm."

Felicia didn't hide her grin. "You know, if I didn't already have plans for the party, I'd absolutely take you as my date. After this, there's no way I'm not getting to know you, Angelica Jones."

"Charmed," she said, trying to remain neutral - before her brain caught up with Felcia's words, that was, and she frowned. "Ah - wait, sorry, party?"

Felicia blinked and inclined her head, to which Syd spoke up to fill the silence in a manner much like a child trying to impress her elders. "There's a party next week for Platinum-level or higher members out here on the pool deck. Uh, the pool's got extended hours based on your level, too, and each time the cruise, like, leaves port, there's a big celebration to kick things off." She waved her hand. "And, uh, you're, like, silver, but anyone of a qualifying rank could take you in as their guest. Er, date."

"Date," Felicia affirmed, smiling down at her. 

"Well, even if you weren't busy, I don't think I'd join," Angelica told her, offering a polite smile. "Parties really aren't my thing, and I don't have much intention of climbing the 'ranks'."

"Oh, but Angelica!" Lori cooed, and Angelica flinched. "You have to at least get Gold! That's when the real fun on the ship opens up - most people don't actually stay as silvers for long, you know?"

"I don't," she sighed, brushing at her fringes of platinum-blonde. But, even as she said the words, she found it fairly obvious to see that most people around them didn't actually have Silver bracelets on their wrists. Syd, Lori, and the Goon Squad were all Platinums, and there were a handful of others scattered around the deck. There were just as many Silvers in view as Platinums from what a casual glance indicated, and the vast majority bore Gold bands that shone very clearly in the sunlight.

And, as she noted, Felicia was the only Diamond in sight - if that was even what she was, for the three thick bands set across the dimension of her neat bracelet might have been an indication as to her level. If so, then she was a Diamond level three - and, well, she couldn't actually recall the rankings off the top of her head and he wasn't about to look it up in front of them, but that meant the supermodel was amongst the very highest. 

It definitely makes sense, her mind told her. 

"She's right," Felicia told her. "Gold does open up more opportunities for fun, especially if you don't plan on having someone escort you around."

"Lori could-"

"Sorry, Angie," her friend apologized, giggling softly as Syd nuzzled her neck, "but us girls can't stick together on the cruise. My rank doesn't apply to other girls."

Angelica rolled her eyes. "Great, so it's sexist."

"It's a romantic cruise ship," Felicia drawled, and as one, the Good Squad started to chortle. "I'd be more than happy to escort you around, though..."

"Thank you, but - you know what?" Angelica stood up abruptly, pushing herself right into Felciia's space. The tan-skinned oman blinked, and her lips cured in clear appreciation for her height - clearly enjoying that the two were an even match. "That's a very good point, thank you. I should be doing things to upgrade my rank, huh?"

Felica raised a dark brow. "...Yes?"

Lori blinked. "Uh, yeah?"

"So I should be doing that right now," she said tersely, and smiled. As far as she was concerned, it was the best possible opportunity to leave Lori's annoying friends and the breathtaking womanizer. "Thanks for the advice. Now, if you'll all excuse me..."

She imagined that the Goon Squad would have tried to prevent her parting, but they were all totally cowed by Felicia. Lori was totally surprised and also busy ogling the fitness model to really put words in, but she appeared confused by Angelica's one-eighty. Only the newcomer herself seemed to understand otherwise, and offered a knowing, clever grin. 

Before Angelica could leave, Felicia raised her arm. It was a quick careful movement, and Angelica watched it warily - assuming that the woman was going to do something like grab her arm, her face, or try to prevent her parting, but instead, all she did was tap her diamond bracelet against her silver one. It wasn't even a moment later before the neural interface told her that the supermodel had uploaded both her phone number and her room's digital access key, and she tersely set her jaw. 

"How forward," she said. "Not afraid I'll use this to rob you?"

"Angelica, you could rob me whenever you want," Felicia laughed, pulling away and offering her room to leave. “I’d only be all the more charmed for it.”

“I’m sure,” she said colly, trying not to wonder about what intoxicating perfume she had on. Mentally, she made the very firm note to delete both of them later, once when she was alone - those were two things she did not need. “Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Hernandez, Syd, squad - Lori, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“No promises,” her friend giggled, partially playing with Syd and partially fawning over Felicia. 

As Angelica walked away with firm, determined steps, trying not to wonder if they were staring at her retreating backside or staring at her ass as it bounced away. 

Off to a terrible start, she concluded. Thanks, Lori. I hate this.

As much as Angelica wanted to say she was happy to have left such a crude and disgusting conversation about women and gotten away from the unbearable flirtatious advances of a ten-out-of-ten supermodel, she really wasn’t. She was walking through the ship aimlessly, following the guides on her pamphlet and the wall displays, using coloured stripes to move along the length of the massive cruise ship. As much as there was do to in terms of shopping and eating, she found that quite a few of the activities were barred to Silver members, and just as many areas were straight-up off-limits. 

It wasn’t necessarily a problem, in that there were a great deal of things to do onboard the ship - but, still, it left her thinking about the achievability of a Gold membership and the benefits thereof, and that, in turn, had her thinking back to Felicia and Syd, which thoroughly annoyed her. She didn’t want to be a Gold, didn’t want to participate in some sort of Ponzi scheme or whatever was going on, as the more she saw of the ship’s structured regulations, the more she understood its addictive nature. It was almost like gambling, and any previous thought of loss of money was thoroughly outdone by the sheer boldness of such a scheme.

There was enough for her to do, generally, to take her mind off of it, but it didn’t leave her pleased by any metric. Besides that, if she thought she was getting off easy by avoiding the flirtatious advances of women up on the pool deck, she started to understand just how off that was. As she weaved her way through The Venus Package on her solo adventure, she began to notice the subtle air of eroticism to everything; a general environment of holiness that seemed to permeate the majority of people and activities. 

At first, it was little more than a thought. But, as she walked through a genuine art gallery that was open to Silvers, she found pieces of tasteful yet very much erotic art pieces hanging from exhibitions; as she walked by the theaters segmented off for ascending membership levels, she found many avant-garde indie films available to watch - all of them having won some sort of ‘sexual award’ or other, much to her consternation; even simple things, she found, such as every storefront carrying condoms, or lube, or straight-up sex-stores in plain view was… disturbing. 

Even the employee uniforms seemed a little too tight, a little too narrow in all the wrong - or right, she supposed - places. Women had their curves accentuated, with low cut miniskirts and lots of cleavage to compensate, and the futas were much more obvious in their professional, dashing suits that fit far too tightly around the pelvis. Combined with the horny, frisky singles that were around every corner of the ship, it lent it all a slightly perverted aura that Angelica very much did not enjoy. 

She wanted to believe she was overthinking things, but the more she walked along and tried to participate in activities, the friskier it all seemed to be. It didn’t help that people tried to flirt with her regardless of her wolf-like glare, and the constant attention combined with the slightly-erotic atmosphere left her feeling oddly paranoid. She was sure she was overthinking things, but it was hard to dissuade herself of it. The more she saw the more intense it got, and as the hours ticked on in her solitary travels, the stranger it all seemed.

How many people did she see hooking up? How many corners did she turn to find couples lip-locking? Hell, once she thought she saw someone going down on someone else, but that was probably a trick of the eyes - but what wasn’t a trick of the eyes were the women hanging off the arms of futas like they were candy, or the gaggles of silly-sounding teenagers that expressed their desires to climb the rankings. It all felt so… unwholesome, in a single word.

It was troubling. 

She ended up taking an early dinner at one of the simple diners and then catching a totally normal action-thriller blockbuster in one of the Silver theaters, which, she learned, was exactly as a theater ought to be, much to her gratification. She ended up retreating back to her room by the time evening hit with little more than a dissatisfied breath on her lips, not at all happy with how the day had progressed and feeling thoroughly paranoid through it all. She really did not like the way people looked at her, much less how they looked at one another as if they were just waiting to jump their bones and fuck them senseless. 

She trudged her way into her room with barely suppressed frustration, and whipped off her cropped top and sent it hurling across the bed. She sighed as she pushed the heel of her palms into her eyes and rolled, then swept up to start grabbing at her neat bun of hair. Her body felt tight from head to toe, and she was… frustrated. Annoyed, somewhat miffed. She had thought she was going to get a good while of relaxation on the deck, and instead she got shameless womanizing punks that wanted to get in her pants. She had imagined that there would be stuff to do on board, and found everything surrounded by an aura of perversion that could have been real or just her imagination, and she didn't know which was worse.

“Fuck,” she sighed, pulling her hair free of her bun. “This is… not what I was expecting.” 

Her eyes caught on the flashing silver of her bracelet, and she sighed again. “Stupid thing…”

Her insides twisted with strange feelings and indecisive emotion, and she didn’t like it. She was more than annoyed and frustrated, too; she felt warm, prickly - horny. It was, unfortunately, not a new feeling for her. She had needs like anyone else, and oftentimes they went totally neglected. It just really wasn’t helping that she’d come into contact with her best friend’s lecherous gaggle of idiots, and then she’d been hit on by the hottest woman she’d ever seen in her entire life in any possible medium, and that was… doing quite a number on her.

Just remembering Felicia’s face was making her feel warm, and her insides thought quite pleasantly about the definition of her stomach, the size of her chest, and the unsubtle size of her package. She had no intention of getting claimed by such a woman, for she knew that someone like that only saw her as a pump-and-dump; she could do better. Emotionally speaking, at least, not physically. She doubted she’d ever find something as physically perfect as her, and that was doing things to her body that left her feeling hot and bothered.

I’ve had imagination fuel before, she told herself, removing her one-piece with a casual tugging of her wrists, and it’s nothing a hot bath can’t solve. 

Padding her way over to the bathroom, she left a careless trail of clothes behind her. She only cared about one thing, and made for it with a huff of annoyance. She was pleased to find that the bathroom was big and spacious, though, with enough room for several people at the same time. The shower was mixed with the ‘tub’, which was more like a jacuzzi, if she were being honest, jets, heating, and all. The shower itself had heads at all directions to over full three-sixty coverage, and she admired it with a soft, pleased breath.

“Goddamn,” she said aloud, “I need one of these back home…”

“The thirteen-hundred-model series RelaxiBath is currently off the retail market,” her artificial voice control system chimed in, and Angelica immediately flinched from the unexpected remark. “However, Diamond-level members have the options to order-in a replacement model for The Venus Package and take it home; purely off the books.”

She flapped her gums. “Okay, first, please, don’t scare me like that. Second, don’t - don’t talk about illicit dealings, please. I don’t - I can’t even afford something like this.”

“Understood, Angelica,” the system intoned, then clicked off audibly - purely for her benefit, she knew that, and it very much did not help with her paranoia. 

“Weird as hell,” she sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Shaking her head, she resumed her task of filling up the amazing-looking tub with steaming hot water. She smiled to herself after several moments of admiration, then, slowly, with her white-skinned body entirely nude, gently eased her way inside - and immediately started to sigh. “Oh, that’s heavenly. ”

As water filled up, she leaned herself out in the large, lofty tub. There was a rest on multiple ends that she discovered was perfect for a head to lean against, with a rubbery yet soft textured material that acted as a cushion. A cursory glance indicated a bunch of ports for interfacing, and a probing touch opened a tray with cupholders and an ice bucket, presumably for her to set a wine bottle in. With the most glee she’d felt all day she stretched out, and indulged in the fact that it was more than big enough for her impressive height to stretch out and bury herself within.

She pressed a button on a touchscreen and found two dozen options light up - from whirlpool to jets to swirls, and she clicked on one with her teeth nibbling on her lip. As warm water started to hit her body in fierce jets. Sighing, she thumbed the controls, bringing it down to a more pleasurable stream, and groaned in satisfaction. She reclined in the swirling, heated water, indulging in it as it steadily filled up, marvelling at just how perfect it all felt. 

Eyes scanned around lazily before stopping on a try set off to the side. It had several different purple bottles marked with the Venus Package logo, and she squinted to read them. Sensuous Oil, read one, Scintillating bubble bath, read another, Pleasurable Salts, read a third, and so on -each title just lewd enough to make her frown in concern. She supposed they were some sort of complimentary skincare products for the bath, but beyond the names, the bottles didn’t indicate anything else about them. No ingredients list, no little blurb, no description - just a name and purple packaging. 

All the same, mysterious bottles or not, she rather fancied the idea of having a nice bubble bath with scented oils and salts, so she picked them up and started to inject the water with a little more excitement. After all, it was just a bath; she might as well indulge for a bit. And, as she surrounded herself in quickly foaming bubbles and started to lather up her limbs in smooth oils, she could only smile in satisfaction. 

Finally, she thought, something good.

She hadn’t been aware that she’d drifted off to sleep, but the bath ended up being so relaxing that she’d somehow drifted off. She blinked herself into wakefulness to the sounds of strange noises, a sort of steady wet tugs that didn’t seem quite natural. At first, all Angelica did was sigh and look at her pruned fingers with annoyance, then cursed herself for doing something so silly as falling asleep in a bath. The bubbles had long since dissipated and oils had mingled into the bathwater, making it all a thick, swirling, yet oddly pleasurable mixture. 

As she pushed herself up to the odd sounds of slurping, she noticed just how strangely tingling her skin felt. For sure, she felt cleaner than she had in a long while, but her skin was prickling and sensitive, and her body felt uncomfortably warm and flushed. It was a truly strange feeling, and it left her feeling rather hot; almost like she’d felt back when Felicia was trying to pick her up, but dialed up another notch. For a moment, her eyes locked onto the mysterious bottles of skincare products that had been set out for her; then she shrugged, yawned, and pushed herself out of the tub.

“Guess that’s what I get for staying in the hot water for too long,” she muttered, rising and pushing herself out. She stepped onto a towel and started to tidy herself up, taking her time of it in front of the mirror. She watched her curves bounce all over the place as she rubbed her smooth skin down, and bit her lip at the sight. She was hot, she knew that, but her mind was being… oddly appreciative of what she was seeing. She found that odd, too, for she’d never had a voyeuristic fetish, but she was feeling so oddly hot that it was almost appealing.

That, too, was brushed off, and she walked into the bedroom. The sounds became louder, even if still somewhat muffled; a steady series of slurps and suckles that were almost obscene to listen to. Frowning, Angelica looked around, making sure there was no television on, and then turned toward the wall. She approached it slowly, listening to the sounds intensify, then cautiously pressed her ear against it - then, as the sounds got louder, sloppier, and were combined with sloppy gurgles, and she immediately threw herself back. 

Oh, she thought, and her face went red. It was very clearly the sound of Lori in the adjacent room blissfully gagging away on a cock, doing so utterly shamelessly and without any recognition of the fact that she was perfectly audible by her friend. She heard the slutty curses of Syd amongst the sloppy suckling, and her teeth ground down as she listen to her degrade her best friend with firm, slutty words - you’re doing great, baby, and throat my cock, slut. 

She gaped for several long moments at what she was hearing, then immediately turned on her heel and screwed her eyes shut. Thank God I paid for volume control, she thought, mentally running through her neural implant and activating the chipset that modulating her hearing - a marvel of technology that allowed her very much biological ears to stop sending things to her brain, leaving her in artificial silence or modulation. Expensive, but right now, it was worth every dollar. 

She started to pad her way to the bed as she brought up the volume controls, fully intending to hit mute all and get some shut-eye; but, as she climbed up onto the soft sheets, she heard another voice. Not Lori’s, not Syd’s, but Andrea’s, her smokey, accented tones rolling out a, “fuck, the bitch’s tits are like cushions!”

She hesitated. For a moment she thought it was a trick of the mind, then she heard Sasha's thick accent speak through the wall. “And her cunt is tight as a vice!”

She was still freezing as she listened to more voices speak up, adding to the depravity and hitting Angelica like a hammer-blow.

“God, she’s soooo hot like this,” Yuki drawled.

“Can’t wait to see her biting on the pillow as I make that ass clap,” Jordan was chuckling. 

It was all of them, she realized. All six of the Goon Squad were in the adjacent room, all tagging Lori in a gangbang just a thin wall over. She was shocked, mortified, her face red and her eyes disbelieving, unable to understand how such lewd, rude, crude, womanizing punks had wormed their way into her friend’s good graces and got in her pants so quickly. It was wrong, and Angelica was totally at a loss. 

“Hey,” Jordan spoke, her muffled voice still perfectly understandable, “what’s, like, the, uh - how do I get this thing going…?”

“Dude,” Syd laughed while Lori sputtered and gurgled, “just hit the fuckin’ button that looks like a cam, yeah?”

“What are you - where?”

“Hit the one that says ‘initialize livestream services’, then click the button to go live. It’s right fuckin’ there, dude -”

Sydney’s muffled voice was clear enough for Angelica to hear it, which meant that it was clear enough for her voice system to hear it. Whatever she’d said was, also, some sort of command, for in an instant hers was activated by the young girl’s unintentionally spoken orders. Her sound system opened up and began to fill the room with perfect surround-sound of the gangbanging going on right next door, letting her hear the obscene slurps, the wet gurgling, the breathy sighs, and the clapping of flesh in perfect, minute detail.

Even as she stiffed with utter mortification, the holographic displays around the room began to light up at the unintentional command. The television in clear view of the bed flashed with light and colour before morphing into what looked very clearly like any livestreaming website, but not one she recognized; not that she watched many, but the design of it, the layout, and the purple borders marked out by the ship’s logo very clearly indicated that it was on some closed-circuit, local network. 

It was fancy, that was for sure. Everything was set up as a livestream should be, with a view counter, a Likes bar, and a chat bar, even a donation counter. To the side was a bar or other ‘live’ streams, and while each had an associated title, they were punctuated by numbers; most of them would have meant nothing, had the currently active one not read 45-D8/2 . It was Lori’s room number; her adjacent room number. It was with startling and horrible realization that she understood they were all livestreams of rooms around the ship, and it left her numb.

Of course, it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as what she was seeing on the screen. Lori was lying there on the bed, her voluptuous, porn-star body on full display, while five of the hung young studs crowded around her in equal states of nudity. She was blindfolded, and her mouth was gagged by Sydney’s brutally thick length of cockmeat. It was jammed so deep down her throat that Angelica could see her esophagus bulging under the weight of it, and each time the punk rolled her hips and sent it thrusting down the sloppy-sounding gurgles came ringing out through the surround-sound. 

The muscled stud Sasha was thrusting her way through Lori’s cunt with seemingly wild fervour, her breath coming out in paced grunts and her strong abs on full display as she sent her thick slab of a cock slamming through her friend’s pussy. Each forward motion had the bed bounce and the busty redhead’s pelvis rise up, unable to handle the brusque, intense fucking, and Lori was sent into coughs around Syd’s cock as she was so violently reamed out. Sasha was, evidently, holding nothing back, her hips dropping so hard and fast that it looked like she could break her, but the older woman did nothing but gurgle happily for it. 

Her breasts flopped on her chest from the tremendous strain of it, only to be hastily collected and awkwardly fucked by Andrea’s thick, throbbing cock. It was clumsy and messy, but the Latina girl was evidently doing it just so that she could film it with her phone’s camera, getting a good view of the fat mounds of rippling titflesh as they were fucked around by Sasha’s intense thrusting. Yuki, by contrast, was almost casually thumbing through her phone as her hand was roughly tugged and pulled upon by Lori’s hand, the incredibly long pillar only partially covered by slender fingers. 

It was so perverse that she was barely aware of Jordan’s dark hand flicking out as if to direct them from behind the streaming camera, nor was she cognizant of Sydney’s cheery words. Even as she was reaming out her friend’s throat in a sloppy, intense facefucking, impaling her throat with her engorged length and sending her chin clapping against her fat ballsack, she was cheerily speaking to the stream, introducing themselves, their intents, and just acting like any normal stream host. 

Only, she was fucking Angelica’s best friend while her gaggle of depraved idiots ran a train on her. 

“We’re at it again,” Sydney was saying, laughing along to her friends, “your favourite gang of hung studs, reaming out everyone’s favourite repeat performance, Lori. ” The punk slapped a fat breast, sending it quivering around Andrea’s dark-fleshed cock. “God, isn’t she just the hottest bitch you’ve all ever seen? She’s such a fucking slut; she gets off so hard when we run a train on her, and she’s so fucking perverted that being on stream makes her tight as a vice.”

“ Fuck, yeah,” Sasha agreed thickly, her hips plunging down in strokes so intense that Lori’s skin was going red. She was fucking her like a toy and not a woman, and Angelica gaped to see such callous sex. “These kinds of sluts always make the best lays.”

“Remember, guys,” Jordan said from behind the camera, “throw in those tips, get that view count up, and not only will we get to access more hot content, y’all will, too.”

Angelica let out a strangled yelp as she dropped back on the bed, sitting down and staring at the television with wide eyes. Her brain refused to process what she was watching, but it was all right there in front of her. Her friend was getting railed harder than any girl ought to be by the muscled blonde, her sun-kissed skin flexing in fits and starts as she sent her eight inches of hard cock ramming down in loud, fleshy claps that had Lori whining.

Her voice was left muffled by the thick cock plunging into her throat, fucking her face with brutal swings and sawing strokes that left her gurgling. Lori’s face was messy with saliva already, her chin dripping with the stuff, and it only got thicker as Syd’s pelvis clapped against her face and withdrew in a series of sticky pops. Breasts were sent bouncing in high, fleshy arcs, only for Andrea to mount her chest and slam her hips through them with shameless abandon, fucking her tits like the toys they were so clearly treated as. 

“Bet you guys are lovin’ this, huh?” Jordan drawled to the camera, flicking her fingers out at the busty redhead getting absolutely slamfucked into the bed from both ends, her throat and cunt thoroughly impaled. “When’re you all gonna see a bimbo like this get fucking smashed, huh?”

Andrea laughed. “When is anyone gonna get a pair of tits like these wrapped around their cocks? Fuck, they feel natural, too, not that enhanced shit - fuckin’ amazing.”

Syd barked out a lewd laugh as she pounded Lori’s face until her eyes rolled up into her skull from the sheer ferocity of it. “What, tryin’ to make the futas jealous, or the chicks envious?”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Andrea laughed. “Hey, if any girls are stacked like this bimbo, I’d take them to town any day.”

“Hear that?” Jordan chuckled beside the camera. “Any ladies looking for a dumb stud to take you for a ride, hit Andrea up. Otherwise… you can do better.”

“Oh, fuck you! ”

The utter casualness with which they fucked her friend was leaving Angelica’s eyes watering and her mouth gaping. They were fucking Lori as if she were a slice of meat, and she heard it all in perfect detail from her sound system - every clap and slam and wet gurgle. She heard their crude remarks and insulting banter with clarity, and everyone watching the stream - now an eye-watering seven-hundred people - saw that, too. The likes were ticking up, the tips rolling in, and the chat was sprawling with equally lewd and sadistic comments. 

Send me that bitch’s room number! Read one, and run a train on me like that, said another, leaving her feeling weak. 

“Hey, this one wants us to fuck her side-by-side with Lori,” Jordan read another, clear amusement in her voice.

“That sounds like fun,” Yuki said calmly, still getting her cock jerked off by Lori’s clumsy hand.

“And this one -” Jordan snorted. “Hey, someone thinks Andrea’s good enough to fuck her. Look at that; you’ve got a fan.”

“Of course!” the girl snarked back, her hips crashing forward against Lori’s tits with loud, ringing impacts that sent them quivering. She fucked her with strokes almost as hard as Sasha’s, but it was impossible to match her brutal fucking, really. She thrust down hard and fast, hips dropping like a hammer, slamming her slab of a cock into her tight depths with all of her force. The headboard clapped against the bed with such intensity that Angelica could feel it from her room, and she squeaked to realize just how damned viciously her friend was getting reamed out.

Her mouth was totally dry as she stared at her best friend getting spitroasted by two hung gals while her tits and hand were fucked by another all on cam. It was perverse, but each moment left her fascinated. She didn’t know hips could move like that, or that Lori could take such brutal pounding, but she gurgled happily as she was fucked from both ends like an absolute slut. Sasha was pounding her so hard the bed was squeaking, and Syd had her cock thrusting down in such fierce impacts that the redhead was reeling back each time with her throat engorged under the weight of the shaft. 

“Hurry up with the slut’s cunt,” Syd groaned, “I want a crack at that. Been way too long since I’ve felt that hot cunt wrapped around my cock.”

Jordan laughed. “I’m next, bitch, wait in line. This slutty bimbo’s been teasing me all day, and she needs a proper cock to fuck those brains out.”

“Hence,” Sasha grunted, “Why I am first.”

“Oh, please. ”

Sasha smirked at the camera. “Excuse yourself, but Lori sound very happy to get her brains fucked out by me. ”

“I mean, she sounds like she’s gurgling on Syd,” Yuki hummed, and Syd, laughing, raised her hand for a high-five, which she earned with muted enthusiasm. 

“Yo, chat,” Syd called, “get a poll in there, see which of us nails her next, yeah?”

Immediately, a poll popped up. Almost instantly, numbers started filing in, and Angelica could only gape at the utter lewdness of her friend being voted upon and turned out in order to the train of hung futas by the ship’s passengers. It was unbelievable, and it was all happening right next door. It defied belief, but the five girls seemed to take perverse pleasure in seeing the votes pile in, clearly indulging in it like the preening youth they were.

“Fuckin’ told you,” Syd said smugly as she came solidly on top, with Jordan in third after Andrea. 

“Uhg.”

Hips slammed down in an intoxicating beat of lewdness that left flesh clapping and ringing outward, with Lori’s body almost doubling over as she was stuffed full of bitch-breaking teenage cockmeat. Sasha’s muscles were hard and pronounced as she fucked the busty redhead, and her hands dug into her wide, childbearing waistline so hard that the skin went red. She fucked her with eye-watering intensity, and Lori’s makeup was already running down her face in long, black trails - though it could have been from the throatfucking, Angelica lacked the experience to know. 

“Fuck!” Sasha groaned, her hips thundering down in titanic impacts that had the bed shuddering. “I’m gonna fill this redheaded bimbo right up -! ”

Angelica knew that Lori, just like herself, had their implants to control childbirth, and that it was all tied to their neural chips. Cumming inside wasn’t a problem, not really, but even so, the casualness of the words and the roughness of the fucking left her stunned that such a thing would happen, be proclaimed on cam, or be received with eager, slobbering gurgles on the redhead’s part. The girls, though, were all cheering loudly, clapping hands against Sasha’s rippling backside, all while the blonde grunted harder and harder. The chat exploded with lewd remarks, and Angelica just couldn’t keep up with any of it. 

She watched with perverse fascination as the German girl hilted herself inside of Lori’s cunt and held herself down, and could only imagine the load filling her up right then. It was all in her imagination, and she was pressing her thighs together as she stared at the blonde pull free with an obscene slurp, sending cum dribbling out of her wide-stretched cunt in thick lines. Satisfied, the blonde raked her fingers through her hair, a grin on her lips and a sigh in her voice.

“Damn,” she sighed. “Now, that’s a cunt that no girl should ever dream of pulling out of.”

“Speaking of not pulling out,” Jordan drawled, “We’ve got a two-hundred-dollar superchat; Sash’, you willing to put a baby in this generous doner’s daughter?”

“I’ll do both of you,” Sasha said casually, shrugging in a way that made her impressive tits bounce. “Send pics, and I’ll see.”

“And on that…” Jordan tossed the camera, sending the stream flipping around, before it was handily caught and righted by Sasha. For a long moment Angelica got an eyeful of the blonde's long cock, the length gleaming with Lori’s juices and stained with cum; a big, fat dick that would have left any woman howling, and Lori most certainly was. 

Fuck, she thought, someone wants that thing b-breeding them?! What is this fucking boat!?

The camera righted itself again, and this time, Lori’s blindfolded face was tossed over the edge of the bed. Jordan was cockslapping her perfect sucking lips and calling her degrading names while Sydney forced her legs up into something like a mating press, ready to go to town on her cunt. Yuki and Andrea took their places with her hands, letting their lengths get stroked off while the others had their fill of her body. Words like slut and whore and bimbo were tossed around as they treated the woman like their bitch, and it was increasingly hard to deny that was exactly what Lori was acting like.

She pressed her thighs together harder still as cocks rammed down into Lori’s hanging head and her tight pussy, and Angelica was forced to watch with stupefied eyes as the two gorgeous studs sent their fat shafts in deep. Her throat bulged and her abdomen wriggled as she was impaled, and the two started to fuck her immediately. Like two horses put out to pasture, they immediately started up into vigorous, intense motion, their hips working backward and forward in arcs that had flesh clap and ring. 

Her eyes were glued to the screen as Jordan thrust her dark cock down into Lori’s throat, slapping her large ball sack against her forehead and drawing out gurgling groans from her plump lips. Syd slammed her cock down harder still, making fat tits wobble pleasantly as her cunt was snugly impaled -and the two just went loose, slamming into her at their own paces, working their turgid shafts backward and forward in arcs so intense that it made Angelica’s eyes water in sympathy for it. Flesh clapped from both the surround-sound and through the wall next door, but no matter how loud it was, their banter was louder still. 

Degrading words spilled from their mouths and joking comments were made as they tag-teamed the busty redhead, and the occasional comment was read from the stream. She listened to the hung futas tell her best friend what a good cockslut she was and then praise her to the viewers as if she were a slice of meat to be paraded around, with Syd taking considerable glee in the praise. Their tits were sent wobbling as they rammed hips down with awe-inspiring force, and Lori gurgled wetly for it. 

Their words came out in an endless barrage of insults, and their verbal abuse was almost as intense as the frantic downward slams of their cocks. Lori’s head was twisted at an almost painful angle as her throat was reamed out by a hard, dense cock of ebony skin, while her pelvis jumped each time Syd’s pale shaft piledrove into her sopping, cum-filled snatch. They beat out a brutal pace against her holes while her hands clumsily tugged at the other two cocks, all while the camera filled it in extreme, lewd depth.

The comments came pouring down, expressing eagerness at what was being shown, indulging in Lori’s pornstar appearance, or otherwise praising the sexual debacle. Angelica gaped at how many people thought Lori was an actual bimbo pornstar, and it left her baulking to think about how a woman of her intelligence was being put down so readily by eager futas and slutty females that were just there for a lay. It was disgusting, but she couldn’t tear her eyes off of it.

Her thighs pressed closer and closer together as she watched Lori get reamed out by the four futas, her body treated with utter shamelessness. Her cunt was stretched and fucked in broad strokes and her throat was sent bulging as dark cockmeat plunged down into it, with fit, young bodies huffing with exertion. Jordan was smooth and svelte, and her skin contorted nicely as she thrust; Syd’s pale body, instead, moved with flexing abs and rolling muscles, much to the chat’s glee. The other two groaned as cocks were stroked, and at some point, Andrea returned to slapping her cock down against the plump mound of a breast. 

Angelica had always known her friend to be a saucy, seductive redhead that loved sleeping around. It was who she was, but she’d never imagined her to submit to a depraved gangbang while she was blindfolded and livestreamed. She even much less expected her to tolerate being called a ‘bimbo broad’ or a ‘pornstar slut’, but there she was, taking it all with glee. She seemed like she couldn't get enough of it, in fact, for each sharp barb was met with an eager gurgle and sloppy groan. 

She seemed happy for it, and didn’t shy away from any of the brutal pounding. She groaned, moaned, and rolled her hips as she was reamed out, utterly uncaring of any of it. She didn’t express a single issue with their ferocity, and took their pounding with clear, slutty glee. Lori didn’t even protest when Jordan filled her throat with cum and Syd painted her stomach in white, or did she do any more than moan her praise as she was flipped onto her front and fucked doggy-style by Jordan while Andrea took her place and had her cock slurped upon. Watching her go down on the Latina’s cock in a proper, lewd blowjob instead of a facefucking was somehow even worse to her, because it was like she was worshipping the fat dick.

Angelica was at a loss. She knew she shouldn’t have been watching it, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away as Lori’s fat ass was sent clapping by Jordan’s downward thrusts and her friend’s moaning mouth was put to the task of worshipping a big, hard dick. Her body rocked and rolled with shameless abandon and her massive F-cups swung beneath her body like the most perfect pair of tits in the world, and Angelica couldn’t stop watching it - any of it. 

As degrading and wrong as it was, the contrast of her intelligent, refined best friend and the absolute cockslut there on the screen was almost shamefully hot. It was a delicious look, a degradation that almost felt like it made sense, and she couldn’t do more than bite her lip and stare. Her body had been tingling since the bath, but now it was prickling with an intoxicating intensity that left her feeling painfully needy. As she pressed her thighs together harder, she felt just how damned hot her core was, and how absolutely, impossible drenched she was.

She knew it was wrong, but watching her best friend get treated like a cheap fuckdoll by a group of young, hung, virile futa delinquents was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. It left her spellbound, and she could only watch as they moved from position to position with devastating ease, flipping her over, pushing her however they wished, trading places and taking turns as if it was nothing - as if Lori was nothing. The camera swapped hands multiple times as they ran a train on her, and the viewers drank it up like crazy. 

She kept on watching, even as minutes ticked on for nearly an hour. She was shocked by it, and yet astonished by the virility and stamina of Syd and her friends. They were cumming without reservation, filling holes and staining skin with their thick seed, but that never seemed to stop them. They just kept going, showing a level of sexual prowess and ability she did not expect, and within seconds they were rearing for another go at the buxom redheaded slut they’d staked a claim upon.

Angelica was barely cognizant of the time, in fact, and she was staring with wide eyes and her legs pressed tight as Lori bounced sluttily on Andrea’s fat cock, her breasts bouncing in time with her hair, while her mouth swapped between the colossal girldicks of the other four in a messy and lewd blowbang that had cum and spit dripping down from her lips. As much as she hated to admit it, she had no intention of breaking contact with the livestream. It was only the sound of her phone buzzing with an email that took her attention away, and, blinking rapidly, she ripped her eyes from the screen and looked at her phone.

She was panting hard, her face flushed, her body hot and her nethers painful, awfully wet. She was more painfully aroused than she’d ever been in her life, and she had no idea why. She knew there was no way the bath alone was causing her to be so hot and bothered, but something about it all left her feeling horny and needy. She couldn’t stop thinking about Lori getting fucked right next door, and how nice it must have felt to have good, strong, strapping girls ready to -

In an instant, she muted the sound in her own head, cutting off any hearing. Blinking, reeling from her own shameful arousal, Angelica stumbled on her bed and slammed her hand down on an interface; she connected with it awkwardly and forced the holographics to shut down. The sound was muted a moment later, leaving Angelica in total silence. She heard nothing from next door, nothing from the dead screens, and didn’t even hear the rapid-fire pounding of her own heart. 

She felt it, though. Her heart was racing, and her body was terribly hot and bothered. It took her almost five minutes to calm herself down through breathing exercise, but no amount of fidgeting or pressing her thighs together tamed the furious ache in her core. In fact, each brush made her pussy crave contact, and she barely resisted the urge to submit and start masturbating. She wanted to more badly than she had in her entire life, and, yet, she knew she couldn't - if she did, she knew it would be impossible to stop watching her friend get fucked to the edge of bliss by her punk studs, and that was a road Angelica could not go down.

She made the decision to finally get to bed and sleep, but she knew she wasn’t going to be getting any sleep that night.

After the terrible sleep and the even more terrible realization that Lori was letting The Goon Squad run a train on her for a livestream, Angelica had to avoid them. She couldn’t even meet her best friend’s eyes, and it talking to her was awkward, she had no hope with the admittedly smooth-talking futas. If they knew, she was a goner. She could tell that much; her body was still thrumming with energy, her nerves frayed and aroused far more than she could understand. 

So, she left them alone for a day. Then as second, and then a third, with her being annoyingly aroused for each one. She hated it, but she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d seen, couldn’t stop imagining it in her mind, and that frustration left her body feeling frustrated. It wasn’t even a one-night thing, she’d come to understand, for each night afterward she heard the same lewd sounds coming from Lori’s room- that was, until she muted her own ears and tried to sleep, which really wasn’t a good solution. 

Ostensibly, she knew that it wasn’t her position to judge Lori. At least, not too hardly; she cast her opinions and how she felt about letting five girls take turns running a train on her like she was a party slut, but she was her best friend and an extremely intelligent adult woman. She could make her own choices, and it wasn’t Angelica’s position to bother with what she liked in bed. But, her inability to stop thinking about it left her fuming, and she was very much annoyed by it all.

It really didn’t help that the aura of paranoia and horniness that she’d imagined the days before was now a constant presence in her mind. She felt the strangeness of everything and everyone, and she started to bite her lip in frustration as interested eyes were turned her way. It irritated her greatly; she was supposed to be a strong, proud, ruthless, and independent businesswoman, and there she was, thinking about her friend getting fucked like a cheap slut and imagining that a cruise ship had some sort of malevolence to it. 

Which, she supposed, had some veracity to it, given that the private streaming network was very much real, and that the lewdness on it was clearly standard for it - but she brushed that aside, and tried to focus on other things. Distractions, activities, things that a Silver like her could do to bury her head in the sand and drown out all the lewdness around her. It took her until the second day to drag herself out of her room, though, and from there, she stuck to things like movies and idle shopping for hours, then browsing books in the massive, two-story library. 

It didn’t help, not for long enough. She felt too many stares, too much lewdness, so much arousal it was almost palpable. It wore at her nerves and wore her down, making her feel less like the head of a department and more like a stupid schoolgirl that had just seen her friend turned out to a frat party because she got too damned drunk. Not even the warm baths with the nameless scented oils seemed to help, and as her frustrations rose up into something truly aggravating on the third day of self-imposed isolation, she decided to hit the gym. 

A good workout is what I’m missing, she concluded, donning her tight pants and her sports bra with a slight huff. It’s been over three weeks since I’ve even hit up a gym - not since the deadlines came in, at least. 

That, too, quickly proved to be a terrible mistake. 

The Gym was just as bad as the pool. It was impressive, to be sure -the area just for the Silvers was bigger than any Gym she’d been to before, and with so many things to work out with that it left her mind-boggling. The massive areas that were then allotted to Golds and above were jaw-dropping, and she admired it - but the people inside were admiring one another, too, showing just as much aroused intent as the people up on the pool deck. 

People were happily flirting, approaching one another in their delicious-looking work-out attire and trying to pick them up, and everyone was so receptive to it that it left her clenching her jaw tight. She tried to concentrate and focus on a treadmill, only to have two charming, built futas with dark-tanned skin try and pick her up. After barely fighting them off, she moved on to do squats, only to get a beautiful, slender Asian try her hand at finding her way into her pants. 

That was even harder to brush off, if only because Angelica felt wearier than ever. It only got worse when a muscle-laden charmer offered to 'spot' her, and then worse still when a jaw-dropping beauty straight-up asked to give her a 'private workout'. She steadily refused each, but it rankled her to think about just how painfully aroused the attention made her - and watching everyone do it all so casually instead of working out was agonizing. She bit her lip and grit her teeth and more as each half hour drifted on, but no matter how hard she worked out, she couldn't get her perverse thoughts out of her mind. 

It was almost two hours in when she understood that people were there to workout and flash their bodies off to the more built passengers and get picked up on purpose, and she was the oddity in trying not to do that. At least, so it seemed to her deprived, horny mind. As sweat started to pour off her buxom frame, she left herself both tired and sexually frustrated, and her tingling body started to appreciate the attention of the others far too much for her own good.

Fuck, she concluded after another hour, taking a long swig from her water bottle and brushing at her bun of platinum-blonde hair. She stepped off the bicycle with a frustrated air and tried not to sigh, and, instead, screwed her eyes shut. She was agonizingly aroused, and she had no idea what to do about it. She was seriously considering just walking over to one of the adult stores, buying a dildo, and spending the rest of the day just absolutely plowing herself with it. 

A good one, too, her mind supplied. Big, strong. Like Syd's cock. Or, better, see if they sell something in Felicia's size... 

Another sigh left her lips as she tilted her head up to the ceiling and cursed her body for whatever the hell was going on with her. Lori should not be affecting me this much! It was just a stream! Something is - this ship, something is so, so wrong....

"Hello?" A voice called, and Angelica stiffened on instinct. Expecting yet another person to try and hit on her, she turned slowly - only to find an attractive woman in her early twenties smiling at her, dressed in the neat uniform of the ship's employees. "Are you quite alright, ma'am?"

"Yeah, I am," she said somewhat hoarsely, offering a tired smile. The accent indicated that the employee was Scandinavian, and her cute accent was almost as enticing as her looks. She was extremely attractive by conventional standards, and Angelica found herself gently teasing at her lip. 

Before she could realize what she was doing, her eyes were running up and down her body. She was as tall as Angelica and bore a fit, lean body, highlighted by her tight-fitting uniform Her polo top showed off gentle muscles on her arms that were almost enticing, and the chest area was stretched out considerably. Her tight pants indicated that she was packing just like every other damned futa on the ship, and Angelica noted it with a mixture of regret and annoyance - regret that this woman had to be an attractive, hung futanari, and annoyed that her mind was finding it all so pleasing.

"You look stressed," the woman offered, her head inclining gently. She sported a blonde pixie cut that was absolutely adorable on her painfully attractive face, and, when combined with her fit body and her bulge below, all Angelica could think was, she's a snatch. 

"Just tired," she said, waving her attention away as best as she could. She didn't feel threatened by the staff as she did with the guests, but this woman was way too attractive to be talking to her right now.

Dildo, she told herself. Focus on the dildo. Buy it, plow your fucking brains out in the bathtub for a good five hours. Done. 

"Ah, well, then, I know just the trick for that," the young woman said, her entire demeanour all chipper and bright and far too excitable for how Angelica was feeling right then. "But, first, I should introduce myself: My name is Yevonne, and I'm one of The Venus Package's masseuses. I'm rated for soothing massages and relaxation, and I think that's just what you need right now, Ma'am."

"Angelica," She said off-handedly, and sighed. "I'm... not sure I'm up to have someone's hands on me right now."

She said it self-depreciatively, knowing what she meant and knowing that Yevonne would not, but the blonde only smiled. "Oh, I think that's exactly what you need, Miss Angelica. And, trust me when I say I have magic hands. You'll be relaxed and soothed in no time; I've never failed to get a five-star rating!"

Hands, huh, she thought. Oh, I know what I need, and it's far too lewd to think about... She paused, then bit her lip. But, then, maybe that's what I need? Some more distraction, not a sex toy. 

"Trust me, Miss Angelica," Yevonne pressed in her cute, bubbly tone of voice, her accent so gorgeous that Angelica could listen to it for hours, "You'll be chipper in no time!"

Sighing, she looked around the Gym. She found admiring eyes checking her out and winks directed with each set of locked eyes, and her mind thought back to Felicia. With an almost violent whimper and a clenching of her waterbottle, she swore internally at her stupidly horny, needy body, and whipped her head back to the cute Scandanavian masseuse. 

"Sure," she said tiredly. "That's - that's fine. Yeah. Is there, uh, a fee for that, or something?"

"First time is free," Yevonne told her, still smiling. Angelica didn't know how she could have known if it was or wasn't her first time already, but she was beyond arguing or pressing the issue - she was just fucking tired, and she wanted to relax. Wanted her brain free to herself, not to her depraved whims. 

"Alright," she said tersely. "Lead the way."

Yevonne grinned. "Perfect!"

The room was a private one in an area much like a salon. It was near the Gym, and they pushed past people getting hair done and nails done to enter a set of massage rooms. From there, she was led into a secluded, quiet area that was almost soothing in and of itself, with comfortably low light, calming ambient music, and an enticing aroma. The room was nice and warm, almost tropical in its climate, and floral scents seemed to infuse the very air. It took her brain a few seconds to understand why she recognized the smell, and found it to be similar to the bath oils she'd been using.

Nice, she thought, smiling vaguely.

"Undress, please," Yevonne told her, offering a selection of towels before turning around. Angelica was about to ask if she needed to be totally nude before remembering she was in sweaty yoga pants and a sports bra; she had nothing else to strip down to, and she couldn't get a massage in such messy clothing. 

Instead, she asked, "Towel, or...?"

"If you want," Yevonne said lightly, "but I suggest otherwise. Easier to get into all the nooks and crannies, and it saves time."

At this point, Angelica was too tired to disagree. She'd been to plenty of massages before, anyhow, and she was past that point of being embarrassed without a towel. She stripped down and set her clothes on a try before moving to lay down on the table, and found herself rather enjoying the ergonomic design. It wasn't quite comfy around the chest area, sure, but Angelica knew that was more because she was so curvy there that there was no way to avoid it all squishing into sideboob, but she took what she could get. 

She breathed deeply from the floral scent, and found herself enjoying it. It left her feeling nice and warm, and a pleasant buzz filled her being. She reclined there and indulged in the pleasant, almost intoxicating air, feeling the stress of working out melt away in practically no time at all. When Yevonne took her place beside her with a chirping hum and began to drizzle down clear oils onto her spine, she let out a tiny contented sigh, liking the way that the oil made her skin tingle. It was familiar, in a way; much like the bath oils she'd used, in fact, but much more... appealing.

Yevonne didn't start massaging her immediately, though. She stepped back with a little 'oh' and a puff of air, and turned back to look at a screen. Angelica glanced out of the corner of her eye as she watched the Scandinavian woman do... something before turning back with a wide smile and an even more chipper expression on her face.

"Good news, ma'am!" The woman hummed brightly, and Angelica eyed her lazily.

"Hm?"

"The Cruise Director has informed me that you're a special, company guest," she said eagerly, "and that Ms. Linda Johnson has authorized for you to receive the best initiation to The Venus Package we can possibly offer!"

Angelica had no idea what that meant at all, so she furrowed her brows. "Is that a good thing?"

"Very good, Ma'am," the masseuse told her happily. "It means that I can offer you all the stuff normally reserved for Platinum and above, and any and all fees will be waived. All the finest stuff purely for your pleasure, Ma'am."

"Uh - well." Linda had authorized that? It was odd, but Angelica supposed that her boss had an investment in her having a good time. "Sure, yeah. Sounds great."

"Very good, Ma'am!" Yevonne chirped. The blonde began to shuffle through settings on her computer, and Angelica watched it all with a lazy, impassive eye. She, really, only sighed as the heat started to gently increase, making the atmosphere something heady and indulgent, and watched as the strange humidifiers around the room began to spew out mist in quietly ramping quantities. 

The scent came thicker with the mist, and as it started to cling to the contours of the floor like gas, the pleasant smell filled her nostrils. She breathed in deeply and sighed at the pleasantness of it, and smiled gently as she put her weary body to rest. She was only partially aware as Yevonne put her tray of stuff away and brought out another, more laden one, and swapped the previous oil for a newer bottle - and this time, when she poured it down, Angelica quite literally moaned at the slick feeling of tingling fluid. 

For a long moment, Angelica laid there, indulging in the pleasant scent and listening to the soft, ambient music. It was lilting, almost mesmerizing, like something that could hypnotize. She sighed as the delightfully warm oils began to slip down her skin in body-tingling lines, and groaned louder still when Yevonne finally put her strong hands to the task of working her aching flesh. Almost immediately, the woman started to give her the massage she was promised, and just as quickly, Angelica found it to be the best she'd ever experienced. 

"Shit," she swore as strong hands kneaded her weary muscles, working at knots she hadn't known existed and teasing them loose with rolling heels and teasing fingers. She bit her lip in satisfaction as Yevonne dug in and rolled, working at her body from top to bottom in an almost numbing feeling of pleasure. Her skin tingled as her hands slid along, massaging oil into the skin and firmly applying pressure to all the right places. 

Yevonne was strong and firm, her touch as pleasant as the look of her muscles, and she absolutely knew what she was doing. She teased out every sore spot, kneaded every knot, and grinded down each sensitive point with utmost ease, showing a level of experience that was truly top-tier. She loved it, and each passing moment had her loving it even more. She moaned as hands glided across her skin and pressed down, and inhaled deeply of the floral scent. 

Mist was building up thicker and thicker, and she happily drank it in. It filled her nose and lungs with pleasantness, and she felt her eyelids grow heavy. The ambient music was her sole companion as Yevonne worked, showing a level of diligence that was almost unheard of. She simply put her hands to the task of working her muscles and body, and within the first five minutes alone, Angelica felt the stress melt from her voluptuous form and the fatigue dissipate from her mind.

In its place was calm, soothing pleasure and gentle indulgence, and she moaned happily as Yevonne put her strong hands to work. They were the hands of a goddess, and she could well understand why the woman was so good. Her mind told her that Yevonne could seduce any woman with those hands, and it sent a tingling rush through her body - and that was intensified each time the oils were added, much to her pleasure. She recognized, dimly, that the pixie-cut blonde put more oil than was strictly necessary to massage her, and it was practically overflowing from her backside, but she didn't care at all.

"Let's get you turned around," Yevonne said in a voice that wasn't a suggestion, and Angelica was perfectly happy with that.

She rolled over without hesitation, bringing her curvy body around and onto her back. Her breasts wobbled and bounced around before gently slipping off to the sides of her ribcage because of their weight, and she lazily noticed Yevonne's staring. She felt as if she should have been bothered by it, but, instead, found it very nice. She felt so amazing that she didn't care when Yevonne started to pour oil down onto her chest, and only rolled her shoulders and jiggled her tits as her skin started to prickle with heat. 

She felt hands glide around her belly, making her bit her lip. She adored the way they pushed and pulled and kneaded so efficiently, spreading around the indulgent oils and making her skin grow slick. She felt polished as if with wax, and it was thoroughly delightful - almost as much as Yevonne running her hands along her flanks as if mapping them out, caressing so firmly that she could only moan. When her hands moved up to start touching her tits without even asking she only moaned, not at all caring about the boldness of it and simply enjoying it. 

The more she listened to the music, the more she breathed in the mist, the more her mind seemed to fade away. The indulgent sensations dulled her normally sharp senses and made them blunted, and her common sense that told her no one should so shamelessly start groping her tits was entirely gone. She felt nothing but pleasure as the mist ramped up and the ols collected, and simply moaned as Yevonne groped her tits - squeezing into the soft, fluffy masses of breastflesh, not quite massaging but more rolling them around in her strong hands. 

Her mind was trapped in a deep chemical haze as Yevonne ran her hands along her tits, much to both their satisfaction. The athletic blonde had a bright smile on her face as she pushed her fingers into the soft masses and squeezed, making the gorgeous flesh bulge out between them. She pulled at them, making the skin tingle with pleasure, and then pushed the heels of her palms down into the voluptuous mounds. She was kneading them, groping them, not quite massaging and more just playing around, but Angelica loved it all.

Oil was worked thoroughly into her skin, getting into every single pore and available inch. It wasn't for any massaging purposes, but Angelica was beyond recognizing or caring. She loved it, and loved it even more as Yevonne groped her tits, squeezing them with firm intent, letting the fat flesh roll around in her palms and bulge out around her squeezing, pulling fingers. She sighed as the masseuse put all of her attention to the task of working her double-D cup tits, sending them into wobbling fits. 

She moaned pleasantly as her tits were groped by the muscular futa, watching as the skin bent and shifted under the applied pressure. Fingers pushed into the soft, white surfaces, squishing them down around her hands as Yevonne played with them in her powerful palms. Soft, eager coles left Angelica’s lips despite any common sense, and she rolled her shoulder as if to arch her chest toward the masseuse. In return, her hands pushed down more powerfully, mauling her breasts with sigh-inducing strength. 

Angelica should have been bothered by the eager smile on Yevonne’s face and the way she bounced her tits, but she only mewled for it. A chemical haze surrounded her thoughts and a tingling desire filled her body, and she was loving each touch. Her supple softness gave way to Yevonne’s strength, and the flesh was sent squishing out more and more. She bent them, rolled then, massaged them with deliberate movements, paying more attention to her tits than anything else - but she drank it all up with little mewls and gasps of pleasure. 

She was aware of Yevonne’s giddy excitement and her far-too-eager movements, but she was beyond caring. It was almost surreal, but she was loving each bend and push and squish of her malleable breasts. The feeling was mind-numbing and head-boggling, and she gasped as the masseuse worked her over with marvellous ease, almost graciously allowing her to sink deeper into the pleasure. She felt amazing, and with each passing moment she was feeling more and more aroused by it all - almost as much as the other night, but instead of agonizing heat, it was all pleasurable warmth. 

She wasn’t cognizant of anything as the breast-massage went on, and on, and on. She just got hotter, wetter, her body feeling so pleasant that she was happy to sink into it all, and it was only when a buzz took Yevonne’s attention away that she blinked out of her lust-stricken stupor. Hands pulled away from her body, and she immediately moaned with dissatisfaction; every part of her was begging - screaming - for more. She needed the masseuse to just keep touching…

“Saturation is at peak levels,” an artificial voice spoke, and Yevonne hummed happily. “Brain chemistry is ninety-eight-percent receptive to the aphrodisiac payload.”

“Oh, wonderful, ” she said, her voice crisper and more attractive than Angelica recalled. “You’re doing great, Angelica. I haven’t seen a body quite so receptive to this in some time.”

“H-huh?” She squinted up at Yevonne, almost panting from the sheer heat of her body. “I - uh, thank you…?”

“And, look!” The young woman cheered, but Angelica felt far too numb to follow along. “You’re even eligible for Gold!”

“I - I am?” She frowned. “I - I haven’t… done anything? Or - have I?”

“You have not,” Yevonne said matter-of-factly, smiling in a way that made Angelica smile, too. “But, it would appear as though you’re, ah, solitude has come to the attention of your friend, Ms.Johnson, and the Cruise is of the mind that all our passengers should be happy. It’s an… ah… an automatic upgrade for a valued member of the company!”

The words didn’t quite seem to make sense, and Angelica, had she’d been in her normally sharp state of mind, would have been inclined to call it a lie, but she couldn’t. She just nodded along as if it made sense to her currently aroused mind, and she watched as Yevonne removed a pair of golden cuffs from some sort of machine in the wall and bring them up. They even looked nice, or so her mind told her: two perfect bracelets of gold around her wrists like bangles, contrasting nicely with her pale body. 

“Would you like the upgrade now?” Yevonne asked, but she moved without waiting for a response. She was already grabbing Angelica's arms like toys, removing her silver brackets to slap on the new pair, and she let it happen. She had no wish to do anything other than admire her arms as they moved, and so was totally plaint as her upgrade was administered. 

A soft moan left her lips as both gold bracelets were wrapped around her wrists and a pleasant buzzing of interfacing ran through her. It was stronger than when she’d put on the silver ones, and it was more than appealing to her oddly aroused body. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment before admiring the new golden bracelets, and found herself liking them very much. 

“Congratulations on making it to the Gold level!” Yevonne chirped, bowing her cute head. “The upgrade fee will be billed at the end of the trip, so please, do not fret.”

Angelica knew she should have fretted since the price was not dictated and she’d yet to agree to it, but she just nodded dumbly and said, “ok.”

Then, a groan left her lips as Yevonne’s strong, pleasing hands returned to her body, squeezing her tits with gratifying force and sliding a hand along her sore abdomen with sure movements. Her flesh tingled at her touch and her body whimpered for more, and her breathy sighs were met with approval from the sexy, exotic blonde. Angelica loved it when fingers started to flick at her nipple and the other hand delved down between her thighs, unsubtly touching the incredibly wet slit between them. 

“Now, as a treat for reaching gold,” Yevonne asked innocently, almost bouncing in a perky, preppy state, “would you like a fifteen-minute bonus service, ma’am?”

“B-bonus?” She asked weakly, almost confusedly. Her brows were drawn in and every last bit of brainpower she had left to her was struggling to focus on what was being said, but she really couldn’t. Each touch was like fire, making her body feel so gloriously warm that she just wanted to submit to it - throw back her head and indulge. It wasn’t as if she needed her mind to tease out Yevonne’s meaning, however, because the way she was starting to drag her fingers through her sopping wet pussy lips was entirely indicative of her intentions.

Angelica should have been embarrassed, she knew that much. She should have screamed with indignation, yelled with shame, and storm out of the room at such an incredulous, indecent proposal, but she just felt unbearably good. The way she was teasing her pussy made her want more, and the feeling of warmth that buzzed through her chest had her moaning like Lori. Every intelligent thought in her mind was drowned out by a sea of lust and desire, and each time she parted her lips for something more than a moan she had Yevonne leaning down to purr into her ear.

“It’ll feel so good,” she whispered, teasing her clit with her strong finger. “We do need to calibrate these cuffs, after all.”

“Y-you…”

“It’ll be great, and you’ll feel even better once we get all those pesky control systems out of the way, yeah?”

She frowned. “B-but…”

“There are so many new features to try out, too,” Yevonne told her seductively, speaking straight into her ear with a shiver-inducing accent. “I’d love to show you personally.”

She sighed. “T-that sounds nice…”

“I won’t do anything more than touch,” she purred, and Angelica shuddered powerfully. “You love my touch, right?”

“Y-yeah,” she panted, her eyes glossing over.

Yevonne grinned. “Let me make you feel good, then?”

“O-okay,” she breathed in submission. She didn’t quite know what was being offered or asked of her, but as Yevonne pressed her hand against her cunt with ever-increasing force, she knew she had to have more. In her lust-addled state, she couldn’t even dream of saying no; she saw no downside at all, and with how horny and frustrated she’d been for the last few days, it only made sense for her to take advantage of the sexy Futanari’s offer. 

After all, her horny mind told her, I deserve something nice after working so hard all year, right? I mean, Yevonne is so kind to offer to help me, so I can’t say no to such a charming woman. What am I going to do, pound myself to relief all by myself? Silly, Angelica. You’re silly. You’re meant for girls like this. 

“Okay?” Yevonne chirped, and she nodded.

“Y-yeah,” she panted lustfully. “I-I want t-the bonus.”

“Good,” the blonde hummed with delight. “Then, let me show you your new features, sweetie.” 

She was totally plaint as her hands were pulled along once more, and she did nothing as they were tugged above her head. She did even less when her wrists were pressed together firmly, and just gasped as hidden grooves in the metal locked firm and a powerful magnetic field engaged, linking the two bracelets together with such force that there was no way to pull them apart. It took Angelica a good ten seconds to realize her hands were bound above her head by her own gold cuffs, neutralizing her arms with laughable ease. 

Magnetic clamps engaged, a neural pulse told her at the same time that Yevonne smiled. “Nifty, no? Sexy, kinky…”

“Yeah,” she panted, her mind thoroughly loving the idea that her bracelets could be used as cuffs instead of being worried about the application thereof, or the fact that they had that function at all; it was extremely worrisome for someone that wasn’t totally lust-drunk, but that was exactly what Angelica was. In fact, it only made her wetter, her cunt veritably sopping onto the massage bed, and that was where Yevonne was in her element. 

There was no further ado, no prompting or begging. Yevonne’s hand returned to her core and another planted itself on her breast, and as she mewled, her hand slammed down, driving two powerful fingers knuckle-deep into her tight, dripping wet pussy. Angelica gasped with shock and a pleasurable moan ripped from her lips as her aching cunt was finally, blessedly filled. It wasn’t that big or that hard, but they were stiff, firm fingers, and her body loved it. Her pelvis rocked up to meet it, and Yevonne, purring, adjusted her grip accordingly.

“That’s it,” she hummed, showing her approval at her eagerness. Fingers curled inside of her nice and hard, and Angelica was sent into another gasping fit as her insides were stroked with marvellous finesse. She was as good with her fingers as she was with her massage, and she effortlessly teased out reaction after reaction by curling her digits and pressing them up against fluttering walls, hitting sensitive spots and pleasure-points with calculated grace. 

She smirked as she pulled her hand back, and Angelica could only whine at the firmness of her touch; she was sent squealing again as her wrist pumped and sent her fingers jamming back inside with force, causing insides to contract pleasantly. They wrapped firmly around her fingers, and Yevonne hummed at their touch even as she pulled back and thrust hard and fast. She moved her hand with skill and drove fingers in agonizingly deep before shifting back to prod and curl against sensitive spots that her hips bucking with pleasure.

“So nice and tight,” she purred, whispering into Angelica’s ear. She leaned over her as she pumped her wrist and slid her fingers into her cunt at a hard, fast pace, jamming them in and in and in to leave her gasping. Her other hand fondled her tit and squeezed her nipples, sending pleasure rocking through her chest and making her heart slam against her ribcage. Pleasure rocked Angelica as the sexy Scandanavian slammed her hand down harder and harder, thumping against her rocking pelvis with sinful ease, drawing out slutty noises from her lips. 

Her hand pumped faster, easily finger-banging her into a moaning, mewling mess on the table. Angelica’s body rocked and rolled with gorgeous sensations, the pleasure so suddenly overwhelming and intoxicating that it was almost unbelievable. Her mind was plaint, her body ready, every bit of her so damned horny that having just the fingers slam mercilessly into her snatch was overwhelming her, and as embarrassing as it was, it felt so good. She moaned happily for it, and Yevonne, smirking proudly, pulled her fingers off her tit and slammed them down into her mouth as if to muffle her.

“Shhh,” she drawled, and Angelica kept on groaning. Her sounds were muffled around the fingers in her mouth, and she started to shiver as the powerful, sexy blonde curled them around in her mouth and started to play with her. She pulled at her cheeks, stretching them out wide as she finger-banged her, and the buxom blonde panted lustfully; as her cheek was pulled hard she almost drooled, and as her tongue was captured and caressed, she bucked her hips hard. Her eyes glazed over as Yevonne toyed with her sensitive mouth, and through it all, she found herself lapping up the taste of floral oils that coated the rough, powerful digits. 

Her mouth started to tingle as the oils were some sort of aphrodisiacs, and her horny, weak mind failed to understand that connection. She just sucked on her fingers as her lips were toyed with, and eagerly pulled in the mouth-watering oils that left her gasping. The more she was exposed to it the more she wanted, and soon her hips started to buck with orgasmic delight as Yevonne finger-fucked her. It amazed her how easily it came, but without any sort of visible effort the pixie-cut blonde brought her right to the edge of bliss.

It hit her hard, and Angelica squealed around her fingers as her first orgasm hit her. Insides clamped down and flooded with juices, and her pelvis rocked and bucked as her body surged with electricity. She gasped breathlessly, her chest heaving, as her orgasm took control, and through it all Yevonne kept up the merciless finger-fucking. She was smirking as she watched the blonde run through her climax, and never paused in her ministrations. 

Her fingers pulled free, allowing her moans to spill out louder and thicker, before she was unceremoniously gagged when Yevonne shoved a rag soaked with oil into her mouth. She groaned around it as Yevonne muttered a gentle, seductive, “can’t let you be too loud and disturb the other guests,” and she found herself agreeing like the slut she felt like.

Before one orgasm ended, another was sent rocking through her buxom body. She tightened up and squealed into the rag, adoring the liquid that was filling her mouth just as much as the pleasure surging through her. She came hard, her brain going numb and her eyes fully glossing over from the intensity of it, but that wasn’t anywhere close to the end of it. Fingers slammed through her cunt and curled with ever-increasing frequency, and the blonde added another one into the mix to thoroughly undo the stiff, uptight businesswoman. 

It was too much for Angelica. Her long dry-spell combined with whatever was happening to her was simply too much, and the shocking heat that left her dripping also left her wholly pliant to the finger-fucking. She was banged from one orgasm to the next by thrusting fingers alone, and she loved it. It left her breathless, dizzy, and intoxicated; it was the best orgasm she’d felt all year, and each one seemed to surpass the last in length and intensity. Her hips rocked and rolled against her juice-slicked hand as she kept on pumping into her snatch, drilling her with flexing biceps, and Angelica was sent crashing over the edge. 

Her gold cuffs felt like hot irons as circuitry worked overtime. Neural implants flashed access warnings and authorization demands and all sorts of other things that indicated unexpected connection requests, and each one was blown right through by her orgasmic body and dizzy mind. She just didn’t care, and she was too busy cumming her brains out to notice as safeties were bypassed modulators on the chips in her brain were re-written. Modifications were made, programs executed, influencing the incredibly sophisticated cybernetics with simple, elegant changes that were entirely lost on her at the moment.

She was so thoroughly drunk on the endless finger-fucking orgasms that, when her security chip asked, allow LevelGold to establish uplink? She just let it. She didn’t know what that meant, and she had no way of understanding the backdoor that was planted into her sophisticated cybersecurity suite, but she let it happen. She was, after all, far too busy squealing on the bed to care, and too drunk off of Yevonne’s skilled fingers to notice that the woman herself was manipulating her mind. 

“Easily the hottest girl I’ve gotten to do this with,” Yevonne said cheerfully, delight thick in her voice, and Angelica just screamed into the muffling rag as another orgasm ripped through her. “Wow…”

It was fifteen full minutes of endless finger-fucking and crashing orgasms that left her dizzy, addled, and totally delirious. Her eyes were rolled up, and if one looked closely enough, they might have formed drunken hearts of adoration; and, as Yevonne stepped back to cheerfully proclaim, “time’s up!”, she just slumped and panted, drool trailing from the corners of her mouth. She was panting, overwhelmed, her mind lost in a haze of bliss that was impossible to drag herself out of, and she looked every inch a well-fucked whore as Lori had been just a few days prior.

“That’s all we have for today, Ma’am,” Yevonne said politely, but grinned like a girl in on a secret. “But, I look forward to any future appointments!”

She panted dizzily. She heaved in breaths that had her chest flopping, and she tried to rise - only to fall to her knees like a drunken mess, her body refusing to follow along with the simplest of commands and her bound hands leaving her helpless. She stared up at Yevonne with lust thick in her eyes, the woman suddenly ten times more appealing than she’d been earlier; every inch of her cut, lean frame like perfection, and her attractive face absolutely gorgeous. 

“Done?” She asked dumbly, her voice little more than a hoarse squeak. 

“Yes,” Yevonne said slowly, but her tongue trailed over her lips curiously as she stared Angelica over. For a moment, it looked like she was trying to hold back a mischievous smile before she spoke again. “That’s all I can do for you. But… you can leave me a tip, if you’d like. Return the favour for me?”

She panted up at the sexy woman with glazed, glossy eyes. “R-return the - the…”

“Mhm!” Yevonne hummed, smirking proudly. “I mean, you’re already on your knees, and it’s kinda unfair that you get all the fun…”

She drew Angelica’s gaze down, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the incredibly stiff erection in her gym shorts. It was big, fat, and visibly throbbing, and it looked amazing. She panted as she stared at it, her hands idly pressing down on her own body; she felt like she’d gotten ten times hotter than when the session had started, and her mind was unable to do anything more than think, cock = hot. 

“You want the session to go on longer, right?” Yevonne prodded, and she nodded her head. “Then, how about you use your mouth to really understand what the Gold experience offers, hm? Doesn’t that sound nice?”

It sounded really nice, in fact. Angelica was panting hard at the idea of sucking the sexy masseuse off, and there was no stronger thought in her mind than it’s only fair that I help her out after she so kindly relieved me. She was still panting in breaths as she leaned forward, her mouth moving toward the thick bulge she saw in her pants; her hands were still bound, cuffed awkwardly behind her, and the thought of asking Yevonne to free her so that she could use them didn’t even cross her delirious, horny mind.

Like the slut she was becoming, she used her mouth to pull at the gorgeous masseuse’s shorts. She tugged them down with her teeth, awkwardly pulling at it, and Yevonne chuckled with mirth as her sluttiness. She made no move to help her whatsoever, and simply indulged in the sight of Angelica on her knees before her, bound and helpless. Shorts descended with rough tugs, and Angelica's mouth watered as she pulled them over the massive bulge on display underneath; shivering as she got closer, and closer, then groaning in bliss as she freed the massive cock and let it flop out into the open air above her.

 It was big and hard, and it looked like the tastiest thing she’d ever seen in her life. As it came thumping down against her upturned face in a loud thump, she didn’t shy away from the cockslap at all; she just enjoyed it with a soft breath, loving the way it weighed down her cheek and pressed against her lips.

“Oh, sweetie,” Yevonne purred as Angelica, with the intensity of a whore, pressed her lips in against the fat, throbbing surface. She kissed at it hungrily, her breath escaping her in lustful pants, and she pressed in against the hard cock that used her face as a rest. She rubbed her lips against it with force as she struggled to come to grips with it, loving the way it slid against her cheek and nose as she moved. 

She pressed in hungrily, any sense of her normal self totally and utterly lost in the heat of the moment. She let her lips squish against the pleasantly hard surface, and groaned at the raw stiffness of the magnificent girldick. She rubbed at the cock as she slipped along its length, clumsily bringing herself around toward the head, her lips grinding every inch of the way. With hot, groaning breaths she pushed her mouth against the girth, letting her lips surround a broad portion of cockmeat and start to suckle with whorish intensity - and her mouth immediately started to water fiercely, as if it was a tasty treat. 

Her mind spun and demanded more, and she happily gave it what it wanted as she kissed up the hard length, pressing lips against it in hungry, open-mouthed kisses, dragging her mouth along and bathing it in heat. Her tongue slapped out with lustful force and dragged, collecting more of that amazing taste and leaving herself in lustful shivers for it. She groaned against the hardness as she licked and lapped at it with eager, pulling strokes, drawing the length of her tongue across whatever she could reach, before sweeping in to kiss it hard. 

“Good girl,” Yevonne told her, and Angelica positively preened. She groaned as she surrounded broad swathes of creamy cockmeat with her plump lips and suckled away, hungrily exposing it to the wet heat of her mouth. She pulled along as she rose toward the tip with hungry need, and in her wake she left dripping lines of saliva - she had no idea what she was doing or how to handle it beyond pure, basic instinct, but Yevonne was clearly not judging her for it. 

She pressed in against the glans of her cock with lustful lips and a hungry pant, and Yevonne groaned. Her mouth salivated eagerly as she lavished it with attention, pressing her plump lips against its sensitive surface and pulling at it rapaciously. Each touch made her want more, and she pressed in harder and harder, letting her lips squish like pillows as she parted them. She slurped at the head of her massive cock with shameless abandon, not at all caring about what she was doing and just wanting it more than she could hope to express. 

Moaning, inwardly wishing her hands were free so that she could feel the awesome cock, she kissed at the head. Yevonne purred her pleasure, and that made Angelica tingle with desire. The infectious lust that filled her up had her kissing the fat head more and more and more by the moment, layering it with sloppy kisses that had saliva dripping down lewdly. Her lips widened as the flat of her tongue dragged along the tip, and as the woman moaned out her approval, she pressed down with her salivary glands tingling. She wrapped her lips around the head with a tingle of furious desire and pushed down from there, taking the woman’s stiffness into the drooling heat of her mouth in no time at all. 

“So good,” Yevonne sighed. Angelica loved her words, but they were just as sidenote as pleasure burst through her body at the taste of a good, hard dick. She gobbled it down by the inch, swallowing it up with a ravenous intensity that she’d never have shown before or otherwise; but heat filled her in an unbearable wave, and she could not control herself. She needed more, and buried the fatness into her mouth regardless of how well she could take it, her eyes quickly sent watering as cheeks bulged out obscenely.

She pushed down from there, using nothing but her neck to push her head down. She swallowed up inch after inch of hard girlcock as if she were starved for it, and felt her tastebuds tingle and her core warm as a result. She let her lips bulge around the thickness and her tongue curled within the damp heat of her mouth as she struggled to contain it, and the wet noises of churning saliva quickly rose up to fill her ears. She pushed herself down without a care, and her eyes rolled pleasantly as the head hit the entrance of her throat.

She stopped there and gurgled wetly around it as an aroused groan built up in her chest. She felt so fucking hot in that moment that nothing could relieve her, and it demanded that she slobbered all over a big, thick dick. Angelica pulled back with an internal moan and a shifting of saliva, bathing the hardness in liquid waves of warmth. She tugged her lips, letting the plumpness slide along the stiff cock, and enjoyed the way it so perversely throbbed. Her tongue curled against the girth, trying to lick and lap and curl, and each movement she made had it pulsate firmly.

She didn't care how much her jaw was stretching or how thick the cock felt, and just pulled her blonde head of hair along the throbbing mast. As Yevonne groaned out her praises she pulled her lips to the thick, throbbing head, and let her tongue roll against it like candy; then, with a hot pant and a gurgling moan of desire, she pushed herself right back down. Without hands to brace the dick it flopped and wobbled under its considerable weight, but she adjusted by rolling her neck; she didn’t want to leave it for a single second, and no matter how it moved, her mouth was there to match it. 

She slide down the hard slab of cockmeat, swallowing up inch after turgid inch of it. She gurgled wetly as it was slipped along her curling tongue and through the collected warmth of her drool, pushing into the ocean of warmth with sloppy noises. She went as far as she could, stopping only when the head hit the entrance of her throat, and sputtered hungrily as it pressed down hard. Cheeks bulged and lips struggled to contain the massive shaft, and her brain loved it.

She loved all of it -the taste, the texture, the powerful virile throbbing, and the sexy woman that tied it all together. She pulled back with lustful desire, wishing that her hands were free so that she could try and finger-bang herself to orgasm as she worshipped Yevonne’s perfection. She, instead, had to settle for lavishing it with her hungry attention, pulling at it with tight lips and licking it with her lewd tongue. She pulled up with wet, sloppy noises, leaving thick trails of saliva dancing along her cock, and then drove her head down with a series of wet pops.

Saliva bubbled up between her lips as she impaled her drooling mouth with her cock, and loved it. She didn’t care how messy it was, and only lavished in the sluttiness of what she was doing. Drool dripped down from her mouth as she buried herself onto the cock as far as she could go and started to gurgle wetly, her tongue coiling and licking at the stiffness as it twitched within the warm cavern. She groaned around it lustfully, her eyes almost totally rolled up in pleasure, and pulled back with rapacious hunger; so desperate for cock she was almost unrecognizable at herself.

“Such a good girl,” Yevonne said, and her words were like hammer-blows to Angelica’s mind. “Isn’t gold so nice?”

It is! She groaned internally, and her moans sent the cock vibrating. She pulled up and pushed down in sloppy rises and falls, her blonde bun of hair bobbing as she moved backward and forward. There was so much cock to manage that staring at the daunting length showed just how ill-equipped she was to suck it all, but that made her feel all the hotter for it. She slurped on the thick, throbbing length of girlmeat, adoring the way it rolled against her tongue and filled out her cheeks, and threw herself into the slurping with ever-increasing speed.

She gurgled messily around it as she threw herself down, her head rising and falling in messy arcs and her neck rolling as she struggled to adjust to the handless blowjob. She slurped on it with powerful tugs of her lips and rolled her tongue around with through flicks, and Yevonne groaned at her touch. Saliva messily churned within her mouth and was sent bubbling out between her lips, and soon her chin was matted with her own liquids.

She didn’t care, and just kept on throwing herself down on the hard slab of meat. She dove down to just past the midsection, filling her mouth up with cock, and then pulling back with grasping tugs of her lips. Her tongue rolled against it and her cheeks pressed in as she slurped, messily sucking up her own saliva and gulping it down before reapplying it with slutty fervour. Her head bobbed again and again as she threw herself onto the stiff rod of a stranger’s cock, adoring the way it felt and tasted and wishing desperately she could have been pumping her fingers in and out of her slick snatch as she licked it. 

“Such a sexy woman,” Yevonne hummed, throwing her head back and very clearly relaxing as Angelica went to work on her cock. “Oh, you’re going to fit in so well here…”

She gurgled against it as she took it into her mouth again and again, worshipping the throbbing slab of cockmeat with her drooling lips. Saliva swung from her chin and dripped from her lips as she messily went down on Yevonne, utterly uncaring of what she was doing and fully committed to the lewdness. It was the sluttiest, messiest blowjob of her life, fueled by her impossible arousal and the residual shame that drifted in and out of her awareness, and all it achieved was the pleasuring of the futa masseuse.

As she buried the cock into the sticky, hot embrace of her mouth, it began to throb harder. It pulsated with virile intensity as it was messily sucked upon, but Angelica didn’t stop - the idea of it didn’t even cross her mind. She slobbered over it with shameless abandon, giving the messiest blowjob she’d ever attempted, and Yevonne groaned happily for it. Her hips bucked and thrust, dragging her awe-inspiring girth between her lips, and the intoxicating feeling left her heedless of the approaching climax. 

“So good,” Yevonne cooed sweetly, but it was outmatched by the intense throbbing of her cock; as Angelica threw herself down for another messy, mouth-clogging slurp, the dick pulsated hard. In the next moment it was exploding in orgasmic release, flooding her sloppy mouth with a sudden barrage of stickiness that left her reeling. She groaned as cum filled up the warm cavern in moments, drowning her tongue in a thick wave and coating the soft pink with heat, and she began to sputter as it washed against the entrance of her throat.

But, as Yevonne so happily dumped her load into her mouth, Angelica didn’t pull away. She didn’t even dream of it. She kept on slurping, kept on pulling, drinking down the sudden bombardment of baby-batter as if it were nectar. The taste was incredible, the thickness knee-weakening, and all she knew was that she loved it. The pleasure that came with the futa’s orgasm was entirely palpable, in fact, and the taste of her cum hit her with physical force; she gasped around the cock and shivered powerfully, and, against all sense of rhyme or reason, Angelica also came. 

It was like she was addicted to the taste, and it hit her so hard she exploded in bliss. Satisfaction rolled through her despite the sheer incredulity of it, for racing climax off of just sucking cock shouldn’t have been possible; and, yet, it was, and she loved it. She loved it so much she continued to slobber over her cock and drink down her thick release as if it was the best thing she’d ever had, showing no sign of wanting to stop whatsoever.

She was still sucking when Yevonne was done blowing her load, and she only groaned as the Scandinavian woman pulled her off of her shaft with a wet, sloppy sound that she loved to listen to. She was panting, her body hotter than ever, but all the masseuse did was pull her up by her hands, unbind her hands from behind her back, and then tap her own staff-issue wristband against Angelica’s own. She saw that the woman somehow copied her room key, showing an easy breach in security and a level of access that staff should not have, but utterly uncaring of it. 

Yevonne pushed on her backside gently and slapped her fat ass as if she were a slut, and all Angelica did was gasp deliriously. “Get dressed, sweetie, and head back to your room - you’re going to need to rest up.”

She panted in reply. “T-that’s it?”

“Oh!” Yevonne laughed, and Angelica wanted to drop down on her knees for her again. “You’re going to do perfectly here.”

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How the fuck am I still horny?! She screamed internally, trying to resist the urge to just start groping her voluptuous chest with shameless abandon and sink her fingers down into her cunt to take off the furious, burning edge. She was hornier than she was yesterday, and yesterday she’d let some random fucking masseuse finger-bang her brains to cloud-fucking-nine, and she was still desperate to get off. It didn’t make any sense, and the fact that she’d woken up like that and with her sheets tangled around her from her anxious fit of arousal, she was totally at a loss.

“What the fuck,” she hissed, her hands clenching down around platinum-blonde hair. Not only had some random masseuse used her fingers to get her off multiple times, she’d then gotten down on her knees like some whore and sucked her off. She wanted to scream at her own sluttiness, but she had no clue what had gone on during that massage to make her so damned - damned slutty. Fuck, I don’t even think I did that when I was a dumb, drunk teen!

“There’s no way I’m still horny after all that,” she groaned, flopping back on her bed. It was completely illogical; Yevonne - was that her name? - had practically melted her brain with orgasms yesterday, and it had been so good, much as she hated to admit it. “How could I still want more?”

She racked her brains for a suitable explanation, and came up short. She didn’t know what, or why, or how things affected her, and she was left at a loss as she tried to think it over. The time to do so, however, was thin, for in that moment of groan-inducing shameful introspection, Lori burst through their adjoined door with a casual sweep and crashed through with her arms spread out in an eager cheer.

“Congratulations!” She almost screamed, her face bubbly and bright and so not what Angelica needed right away. She glared at her with her flushed, flustered face and her messy hair, and tried not to comment on how she was, once again, dressed in a stupid, slutty bikini. 

“For?” She asked tersely, not really willing to put up with such enthusiasm. 

“For hitting Gold! I didn’t think you’d it so quickly, but gosh, you must be totally loving the Cruise, huh?”

“I - what?” She frowned, and dragged her hand through her hair slowly. “How do you know about that?”

“Hm? The - oh.” Lori laughed. “Right, sorry, you wouldn't know. There’s a companion app for any Gold or higher members. It kinda, like, gives out public service announcements, stuff like that. Lets people know who manages to rank up while on the ship, aaaaand your name popped up! So, ‘grats, Angie!”

“Companion app,” she repeated slowly, then shook her head. “Of course. Thanks, I guess…”

“I’m super impressed that you managed to level up so quickly, you know?” Lori said earnestly, stepping around and bouncing herself onto the bed. She didn’t seem to notice Angelica’s frustrated mood, nor the eyes lingering on her curves. “You’re honestly doing great. Never seen someone do that so quickly! I’m, uh, kinda sorry for abandoning you the last few days, too, but, uh, I’m really glad that you’re making the best of it!”

Angelica stared at her. She tried not to let the shame of her solitary adventure show on her face, for the entire reason had been that she was trying to avoid Lori in the first place. And, with that thought, she started to fidget and turn her eyes away with guilt; she’d been judging her friend for the lewd gangbang she’d seen, and then gone and sucked off some stranger’s cock for no reason at all. At least Lori was with ‘friends’; she was with some random staff. 

“It’s fine, really,” she said cautiously. “And, thanks. I’m - I’m just seeing if I can get into some of those fancier yoga classes, you know?”

She punctuated it with a laugh, and her nerves were totally lost on Lori, who also laughed along. “Hey, that’s totes worth it!”

“Yeah,” she said dryly, trying to mask her thick voice. 

“So…”

“...So?”

“What did you do to get it?” Lori prompted, eyes shining. “Anything fun?”

She stiffened, then fidgeted awkwardly. She thought about the masseuse - the sexy, fit masseuse who’d finger-fucked her - and flushed. “U-uh. No. Not really.”

A peculiar smile crossed over the redhead’s face. “C’mon, you had to have done something!”

“I was kinda just…” sucking cock, her mind supplied unhelpfully, and she winced. “Uh, reading. In the library. Went shopping, I guess. I - I worked out a lot? Was at the Gym, so…”

“Hm,” Lori hummed pensively. “Well, not like I know what the criteria is, but, hey, as long as you had fun!”

With Yevonne, her body recalled, and she tried not to flush any harder than she was. “I - kinda. Yeah.”

So many orgasms, her mind remembered fondly. She was so good. A soft little noise left her lips, and she pressed her thighs together firmly. 

“Well, now you can do more Gold stuff with me and Syd!” Lori suggested cheerfully, and Angelica winced at the mention of her hung friend. “There’s this more private cabana, and, ah, they do drinks at the later hours of the pool that are just top-notch. ”

“R-right…” 

“And Andrea mixes the meanest drinks! You’d love them, honestly. The late-night stuff is totally your thing!”

Andrea’s my thing, her body told her, and she tried to screw her eyes shut to drown out the thoughts. Stop being such a slut, Angelica!

“Maybe,” she said neutrally, trying to brush it off. 

“Trust me, you would,” Lori said matter-of-factly, and Angelica tried not to squirm. “Oh, hey, speaking of Syd and stuff, wanna chill with us today? We can get you into one of the higher-level screenings; they’ve got some fun stuff playing!”

“I - I think I’ll pass,” she said quietly, offering a shy, nervous smile that she hoped didn’t convey her mental state. “I’m, uh… actually scheduled for a workshop? Today? A-art. Stuff.”

She wasn’t, but she knew Lori hated art-related things; it was as good a deflection as any, and as the redhead pouted in annoyance, she breathed a silent sigh of relief. 

“Oh, fine,” she huffed, shaking her head. “You gotta do something fun, though, girl! Like - ah, the party next week! Why not try for that?”

“...What party?”

“The party,” she said emphatically, and Angelica stared at her blankly. “The one that Felicia invited you to? Oh, and, uh, by the way, how the hell did you turn down Felicia Hernandez? ”

“Oh, that.” She frowned. “And, uh, I just did? I dunno.”

“Uh, yeah, you did. Like, did you see her?” 

“Yes,” Angelica said slowly, trying not to think about the gorgeous woman that would be just amazing in her bedroom right then. “I’ve no interest in being t-taken -” she stumbled momentarily, and her mind scrambled with the thought of being fucked to blissful climax. “B-by someone that just wants me in their bed.”

Lori rolled her eyes. “You’ve gotta live a little. A girl like that could try and get in my pants all day and I wouldn’t care.”

“Well, I do.” She shrugged, face flushed. “...What is she, anyway? Some sort of bigshot?”

Lori laughed. “Yeah, you could say something like that.” She shook her head. “But, whatevs. You should totally go ask Brandi and Candi about attending the party, though. They do these, like, free trial things for different ranks and stuff so you can see what you’re missing out on, and now that you’re Gold you could get a trial run of Plat and get into the party on Monday.”

“Free trial?” She repeated warily, already thinking back to her ‘Gold initiation’ yesterday. 

“Yup!” She grinned. “It’s super fun! Plat’s a blast. So - so addictive, y’know?”

I do, she thought, but outwardly bit her lip. “I - uh, I guess so. I could - ask them, I suppose.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said slowly. She had, honestly, didn’t care, but if it would get her away from the awkward conversation - and her own depraved thoughts - she’d do it. “I’ll - I’ll do that right now, actually. Before my, uh, thing. Workshop.”

Lori blinked at her. “...You feeling okay, Angie?”

“Y-yeah,” she relied quickly, almost hoarsely. “Totally fine.” 

Her friend regarded her cautiously. “You’re kinda… flushed?”

“Not at all,” she said. “Not at all. Perfectly fine, Lori.” 

She hopped up from the bed in a tangle of sheets, trying not to let Lori see any more of her red, anxious face. “Now, uh, I’m gonna take a shower and get dressed. See if I can find those twins. So.”

“Oh - alright. Sure.” Lori smiled awkwardly. “Let me know if it goes well? And, we’ve got to plan something just between us girls, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said thickly. “Sure. Of course.”

“Congratulations on reaching Gold!” Brandi and Candi exclaimed as one, bowing their coloured heads at her. Blinking and not quite sure what to do, Angelica awkwardly shuffled and rubbed the back of neck. 

“Thanks,” she said slowly. “Seems to be common knowledge around here.”

The management office was a big, impressive space, with several nice couches, some neat rugs, and a nice view of the ocean outside from a floor-to-ceiling window. Though there was a concierge at the desk, the two attendants were ready and waiting as if having been expecting her, and it had her paranoia coming back around in full-force. 

“We keep track of everything on board The Venus Package,” said Candi. 

“And we like everyone to feel part of the Cruise,” said Brandi.

Angelica shuffled. “...Right. Well, thanks, again. And -”

“You’re here for the trial run to Platinum?” Candi asked. 

“It’s very common for those that reach Gold before the first week,” Brandi followed. 

She cleared her throat. “Ah, yes. That’s right, actually. I was told that I could try it out for a week…?”

“That’s correct,” the pink-haired one said, and Brandi nodded along. “There’s one free trial to the next rank up from where you currently are, and for you, that means Gold to Plat.”

“Many try and reach Gold to get to the first-week party, but you’re the first to climb so quickly this time around.” Brandi inclined her blue head of hair. “Very commendable.”

“I do keep hearing about this party,” she said somewhat awkwardly.

“It’s very much worth the climb,” both sisters intoned in unison, and they bowed their heads as one. “Would you like to test out the free trial, Ms. Angelica?”

“Sure,” she replied, not quite sure why she was there at all or why she was going along with Lori’s advice. Maybe, she supposed, it really was because she had nothing else to do and wanted to take her mind off her perverse arousal. She had fully intended, after all, to walk there and turn back after asking, but now, with the twins just waiting for her, she felt like she was in too deep. 

“Follow us into the office to get you started,” Brandi instructed, turning on her heel and gesturing off to the back, and Candi quickly began to skip ahead and gesture her forward. 

Without any reason not to follow them, she did so. As strange as it all was, the entire ship had been so thus far, and the attendants were, at least, calm and quiet. She followed them without question, allowing them to take her into their combined office - an affair of blue and pink in contrasting shades, making it look quite odd - and sat down on their couch as directed. From there, Angelica was forced to listen to them reiterating boring terms and conditions about their products, services, and other liability issues, with the most interesting things being them alternating in their speech.

Most of it was glossed over by her mind. She didn’t quite care about mental health or harm or whatever their problems were, and she’d already signed off on all that by taking the cruise in the first place. She barely listened and mostly nodded along as they ran through their list before finally, after a good ten minutes, pulling out a briefcase. They set it down in front of her and opened it up to reveal a set of Platinum-coloured bracelets just like Lori had, along with an identical choker just above the neat cuffs. 

That confused her. She’d assumed it was just an accessory to go along with it all, especially given that Lori had yet to use it; she only had her bracelets to open doors and grant access, with the choker holding no discernable function to her. She’d seen the chokers on a few other passengers, sure, but none of the futas had any, and none of the golds. 

“What’s that for?” She asked, pointing at the choker. “I thought it was just the bracelets? Does… it have any purpose outside of looks?”

Candi and Brandi exchanged a set of looks that made Angelica frown. “It does have uses, yes, ma’am.”

“You should put it on and see,” suggested Candi. 

“It’s much easier to explain that way,” said her sister, smiling softly.

Angelica was hesitant, and her paranoia floated over her shoulder like a ghost. Still, she was rather curious by the suggestion, and so began to pull the Platinum bands from the briefcase. The gold cuffs came off easily, and were just as easily replaced by the Platinum pair; both smoothly locking around her wrists as if they were made for her. Nothing happened immediately, not even the interfacing she’d been used to with the last two pairs; she was still putting on the choker, though, and snapped it around her neck just as smoothly. 

Nothing happened. She just blinked, looked down at her wrists, then touched her choker. “Huh.”

Then, she frowned even deeper. Her throat suddenly felt thick, and she swallowed hard. She fidgeted on the couch as her skin prickled, and she tried to work it off by rolling her shoulders. Then, a twinge of heat flashed along her stomach, making her frown gently; then again, this time lower, and a shudder passed along her spine. Her thighs tightened and pressed together in an attempt to alleviate the sudden aching in her core, and the arousal she’d felt that morning - just an hour hence - returned with sudden ferocity. She gasped softly at the strange sensations, and she squirmed on the leather couch as it began to fill her veins with a strange, intoxicating heat, and she shook her head as if to shake it away.

It didn’t leave her, and she looked up to find the two administrators watching her with mischievous smiles, almost giddy with glee. She gasped, but it was because another hot flash ran through her. Her tongue lolled and her eyes rolled as the pleasant heat began to fill her body, putting her into a similar state to yesterday on the massage table. Her skin prickled with warmth and her core started to wetten with desire, and as she pressed her thighs together, a delicious friction filled her. 

“ Oh, ” she panted softly. She looked at her bracelets, at her choker, felt it with shaking fingers, and let out a low groan; a sound that started in frustration, and tapered off into pleasure. She shivered as something rocked through her, and a jolt ran down her spine that made her want to just buck her hips. Her thighs pressed tighter, but it left her wanting more. She, awkwardly, tried to stand up as the strange sensations rocked through her, but all she did was stumble and fall back down.

The twins shared predatory smiles at her apparent vulnerability, and, smelling blood on the water, they began to speak. 

"We'll explain," said Candi, not even bothering to hide her giddiness.

"The choker," Brandi hummed mischievously, "works in tandem with the neural implant system common in most working adults to improve connectivity and responsiveness with the ship's smart systems." 

"It ensures a totally seamless, 'worry-free' experience for our valued customers," Candi hummed. The two women slowly took seats beside Angelica, who was struggling to contain the sudden warmth and aroused frustration that filled her body. They dropped down beside her casually, gently, but she had never been more hyper-aware of their proximity before, and it left her body flushing with yet more heat.

"Allowing you to benefit the most from the ship's functions without anything like pesky modulators or inhibitors getting in the way," said Brandi, moving in to brush her shoulder with Angelica. The blonde gasped at the casual touch, and heat bloomed from the point of contact; and Brandi, grinning, pressed in a little closer still. 

Angelica frowned through it all. She ran a hand over her face as if to clear her mind, and then cleared her throat thickly. What they were saying made as little sense as what was happening to her - was the implication that the choker was boosting some signal from the ship and making her feel all weird? "I don't get it. If it's just a wi-fi booster, why d-does it need to interact with my i-implants a-at all?"

The twins exchanged a look as they pressed in from either side, leaving her flushing with indulgent heat. "Oh, I'm surprised that you can still ask questions!"

"H-huh?" She groaned, digging the heel of her palm into her eye.

"Very impressive that you're still cognizant," giggled Brandi. 

"Especially given how hard Yevonne worked you over yesterday," laughed Candi.

"W-what?" She stammered, face red from more than just embarrassment. "You know about that?"

"She's as sharp as Linda said she was," purred Brandi, then licked her lips. "Let's see about this..."

"W-whaaaaaaooooh," Angelica groaned, her entire body shuddering. Intense heat flooded her system, and her brain began to feel fuzzy as her core heated up. Her pussy was once again demanding attention, and she was half-tempted to just start drilling herself right then and there, such was its intensity. "F-fuck-!"

"You're very perceptive, Angelica," Candi giggled, setting her hand on Angelica's thigh. Where she wanted to toss the bold touch off her body, the heat that filled her limb was too delightful to pass up. "That's a bit of a problem. Some customers are too perceptive, and, much like you, have a hard time relaxing."

"They don't know how to sit back and fully enjoy what The Venus Package has to offer," Brandi teased, her hand also crawling up onto her thigh. "So the choker works with your neural system to relax and enhance your experiences."

"At the specifications of the ship's smart systems, like the aphrodisiac dispensers," Candi told her, pressing her chest against her shoulders. Breasts squished down, and Angelica inhaled sharply. 

"Or the specifications of certain staff, such as ourselves," Brandi said, doing much the same thing. She was now sandwiched between them, trapped against their shapely, cute frames, and all she could do was gasp. "Modulation..."

"...Receptivity..."

"...Arousal..."

"...Inhibition..."

They grinned. "We can help loosen all of those pesky little things and make this the best experience for you!"

She gasped, trying to form words, but failed. She understood their intention: if they could do that to her implants, they were modifying her brain. Exposure to that would break anyone down over time, and if what she'd gone through in the massage room was any indication, they could do a hell of a lot. If that was all around the ship, then, in time, she would be little better than a complaint, horny little fuckdoll for The Venus Package to enjoy.

Just like Lori. 

She tried to speak, but her sharp wit failed her as the two administrators, with sharkeisha grins, both worked her over at the same time. Her implant spiked as the choker properly interfaced, and a sudden surge of raw heat surged up inside of her body. Her eyes rolled up and her tongue lolled in sudden pleasure as her brain buzzed pleasantly, and she shuddered in groan-inducing bliss. Her chest heaved as she breathed in deeply, and the two twins grinned as they quashed any hope of resistance on her end. 

They knew, and Angelica knew she was a smart girl, but she'd put on the choker, and she'd already gone through Yevonne; whatever attempt there was at remaining herself was lost in those moments, and she could do nothing but about it. 

"It's for the benefit of the female clientele to be able to indulge without inhibitions," Candi told her, rubbing her inner thigh with a strong, firm hand, and she groaned to the touch. She bucked her hips receptively as her eyes rolled, and mewled when the pink-haired girl's other hand planted itself down on her tit. 

"And for the indulgence of the futa clientele," Brandi spoke, squeezing her tit with her hand, rolling the shirt-covered mound with shameless abandon as the other hand moved along her stomach. It wormed under her shirt, and the touch of bare skin left her gasping. "They pay fr a very exclusive service, and it's beneficial that they get the relief they deserve, right?"

Angelica could only nod along. She was beyond the point of arguing, and the two were easily manipulating her mind and priming her body for lewdness. Their logic was flawed, their words borderline marketing, and she still believed it. They were outright molesting her curvy body, and she could do nothing but groan at their touch. She was loving it more than she had any right to, and each time a foreign, dissuading thought filled her mind, the choker seemed to get rid of it with a flash of pleasure. 

"After all, The Venus Package prides itself on everyone finding a good partner during their stay." 

"We'd be remiss if we didn't allow everyone to have the time of their lives, of course."

Candi's hand easily wormed its way under her shorts and bikini bottoms to slide fingers along her slit, and Angelica moaned loudly. Her body, remembering Yevonne's pleasure, bucked her hips up to meet her, and she gasped again as the pinkette started to slide them through the wet seal of slit. She was just rubbing, fingering her under her shorts, but she was loving it just as much as the two hands on her breasts and Brandi's mouth nuzzling into her neck. 

"And the best fucks of their lives," Candi said more boldly, her fingers digging into her clit and making her gasp. "A good shag is one of the best ways of drawing in customers, we'll have you know."

"After all, people look for that special fuck more than that special someone," Brandi drawled into her neck, making her shudder and shiver. Her hand climbed under her shirt and palmed her tit through her bikini, making her body flush. "And there are so many special fucks on board that it doesn't make sense to limit yourself to just one person."

"And hot bitches like yourself," Candi laughed aggressively, "are just the most prime targets to be shared amongst us, you know?"

"The best the ship has to offer," Brandi told her, laughing softly. 

They nuzzled in from both ends, fingering her cunt and squeezing her tits like she was nothing but their toy, and Angelica loved it.

“So,” breathed one, “would you like us to demonstrate the benefits of the Platinum membership, Angelica?”

“Yes,” she groaned, because she could do nothing more. She was dazed, dizzy, and desperate for their touch - and all she knew was that she wanted more. 

So much more.

She was, she supposed, happy that she was led back to her room. It was a comforting place for her, but she was too dazed and dizzy to bother with the smaller details. The twin's every touch left her feeling as if she were on fire, and the way they ushered her along left her feeling clammy and warm. She felt hotter than she ever had before, and it was all accentuated with well-timed spikes from her implants.

She was lost in an artificial stupor so thick that she wasn't even surprised to see Yevonne, the sexy masseuse, already waiting in her room. Their words that it was for a massage were entirely lost on her, and her body didn't protest one bit as she was pushed down onto her knees between the three of them. She was positively panting as their thick cocks were pulled from their clothing, showing off semi-stiff masts that all looked so appetizing it made her mouth water. She groaned to herself as her hot body got hotter still, her desires running rampant. 

"Thank you for letting me administer the Platinum trial," Yevonne giggled to the two twins, seeming very much amused as Angelica stared at all three of their cocks. Her mind was hazy, distant, and any sense of self was so thoroughly squashed by the choker that she could do nothing more than that. And inhibitions that might have lingered were easily won out by her desire to taste their cum; some desire implanted in her yesterday when she'd done just that, and it returned with violent ferocity.

Angelica couldn't hold back. She felt like a slut, worse than Lori and her gaggle of miscreants, but she physically could not stop herself from diving forward to the first tasty cock. She felt like an internal mess of hormones and desires, and everything inside of her mind was screaming at her to suck their big, fat dicks - and so her lips crashed down against Yevonne's with a barely-suppressed groan of joy while her hands grabbed at the other two, desperation laced in every action.

"Not a problem," laughed Candi, subtly moaning as Angelica's hand squeezed at her dick. Her fingers fit awkwardly around the hard girth, but she tried her best to surround it and start pumping away with a sick desire to please. 

"Hope you don't mind us joining in," Brandi said, groaning just like her sister as Angelica did the same to her turgid shaft. Her hand chopped it to the best of her ability and propped it up as she started into a slick handjob, trying her best to roll her wrist against such meaty stiffness.

"Not at all," chirped Yevonne. "The more the merrier!"

They were talking about her so casually and callously, and Angelica's steadily re-wired mind loved it. She groaned as she attacked Yevonne's cock with fervour, slamming her lips against the dense mast and trying to give it all the attention she could manage. She hungrily swept down, kissing the fat underside with the softness of her mouth, running her lips down with barely suppressed glee. She felt Yevonne sigh above her and internally shivered as she kissed it with hot, heavy presses of her mouth, planting wet kiss after wet kiss. 

She readily attacked it with shameless abandon, and each slutty movement sent surges of gratification through her. She kissed her way up the hard underside from the base, tasting it with each hot press of her mouth. She swept her plump lips around engorged cockmeat, widening her jaw to bathe it in the slick heat of her mouth, and grabbed hold of it in lewd, open-mouthed kisses that left it throbbing. She groaned against it as if it was positively addicting and pulled away with a sloppy noise, only to do it again. 

"She's getting into it," Brandi quipped.

"She's a good slut," said Candi cheerfully. 

Angelica twisted and popped both of their cocks with her clumsy hands, trying to work them to the best of her abilities as she slurped away at Yevonne's thick od. It was hard and heavy, and it, once again, was weighing her face down as she went at it without her hands. This time she could use them, but she was too drunk on the idea of pleasing them all to try. She simply kissed at it with increasing fervour, planting her lips down with wet slurping and pulling back to rub her mouth against the many twitching inches of paleness. 

She groaned more than any of the three as she sucked on the thick flanks of Yevonne's cock with her hungry mouth, moving up and down and then sweeping around to get in closer and closer. She panted as she layered it with the sloppy attentions of her mouth, and soon saliva was rolling along it in a modest coating. She pushed past her own drool as she all but made out with it, worshipping the fat length as if she were a cock-starved slut. 

The other cocks remained pointed at her like thick canons, and her twisting, pulling hands were barely satiating them. She was distinctly aware of them out of the corners of her eyes, and she wanted them more than she could express - so she pulled off of Yevonne's cock with a wet slurp and moved immediately over to Candi's, grabbing hold of the thick, bulbous head with her plump lips and wrapping tight. Candi moaned happily at her touch, and with her hand pumping along the engorged underside, her head started to dip down.

She pushed herself onto the cock in a thick, messy blowjob, immediately taking many meaty inches into the warm seal and wrapping her lips down tight. She gurgled around it happily, enjoying the way it filled out her mouth and left her feeling so hot, and the twitching pulsations had her in bliss. She pushed down in a series of sloppy noises, letting it fill out cheeks and weigh down her tongue before holding still and sputtering around it. She pulled back smoothly, letting the dick roll through the indulgent softness of her mouth, and the pinkette mewled. 

"Oh, that's always nice," she groaned, biting her lip. She didn't touch Angelica as she worked, and just let her commit to the slutty actions of her own volition. 

The blonde did just that. There wasn't a thought of stopping in her mind, and she just pushed herself down on the cock in a series of bobs, her head rising and falling and her platinum hair flashing in the light. She took the dick in as far as she could manage before her gag-reflex kicked in, then pulled back with a series of lewd noises - just to then do it all over again. She groaned around the pulsating mass as she pushed herself onto it, pleasing it with her mouth, and enjoyed each downward push had her implants shivering. 

She bobbed along Candi's cock as her hand pulled and pushed at it, stroking the bottom half with tight fingers while her mouth pleasured the upper reaches of the lofty pillar. She groaned with each push, and her other hand stroked off Brandi in an equally lewd symmetry - though, internally, her body wished her hand was down below to stroke herself, instead. She knew she had to please the hung futanari, though, and she couldn't imagine doing anything less than that, and so committed to her messy blowjob. 

"This is so hot," Yevonne expressed, then, brightly, gasped. "Oh! Right."

She pulled out her phone and pulled up a camera app, and, from her lofty viewpoint, got an excellent view of Angelica down on her knees and surrounded by three big, strong cocks - and Angelica burned with understanding. Her eyes were wide as she popped off of Candi's messy cock with a lewd slurp, and, with saliva hanging from her pink lips, she looked up at Yevonne. 

"W-wait," she stammered, "D-don't record this!"

In her mind, the mortification of being filmed was more than strong enough to cut through her delirious, lusty haze. If anyone ever saw her like this she'd be a laughingstock, and the sheer embarrassment would agonize her. She would be like Lori on her live-streamed gangbang, and Angelica couldn't countenance that. However, the three futas only looked at one another in amusement, clearly surprised and impressed that her mind was in any state to think about anything other than cock. 

"Then, we'll keep it private," Yevonne said slowly.

"But only if you do a good job," purred Candi.

"Leave us satisfied, and you won't have to worry about it," Brandi supplied cleverly, "Or anything else at all."

Angelica should have known it was all bluster and clever lying, but she wasn't that cognizant to understand the difference. She just squinted, her hands still wrapped around nice, solid cocks, her mind gently pulsing with bliss, and she asked, "R-really?"

"Yup!" said Yevonne. "It'll be our little secret."

"A deal," said Candi, laughing softly.

"So," Brandi hummed, "Do we have a deal?"

"D-deal," Angelica agreed, because her mind was already succumbing, her momentary willpower fading into a lustful haze. She had to suck their cocks, and once the words were done, she shivered powerfully from head to toe. 

“Good,” Brandi continued, “Then keep going, slut.”

The degrading word sent a powerful shudder through Angelica as her mind involuntarily relished the crude remark. With it came an intense feeling of submission and delight, and she threw herself back down as if there was no greater use for her talents in the entire world. This time, she headed straight for Brandi’s fat dick, and her mouth collided with the throbbing flank in a messy snarl of contact. She smacked against it before rolling her lips across the dense haft and slurping readily, leaving a wet mark in her path, and then sweeping up without breaking contact. She slid her mouth across it in full, going from the midsection to the throbbing, rubbery tip all in one go, and the bluenette cooed happily for it. 

“Good girl,” she groaned, and Angelica preened.

Her lips locked around the head in an awkward, messy side-kiss that had saliva drooling from her mouth, and sucked on it hard. She worked the sensitive crown with her hot mouth, her tongue rising out to lap and prod at it, then pulling away with a sloppy sound. She kissed it once, twice, then parted her mouth in another sloppy side kiss that was all tongue, and rolled her head to push down. She moved from kiss to slobber in an instant, and then had the cock driving down a good five inches into her mouth. 

As Brandi moaned, so, too, did Angelica. Just the taste alone was soothing to her mind, and she happily pushed herself down as far as she could manage before her eyes squeezed down and began to water. She rolled herself along her thick dick in a series of sloppy bobs, working it over just as she had with her twin’s, and she did so with ravenous intensity. She just didn’t care, and she pushed and pulled the stiff cockmeat around in her mouth, her tongue working at the many stiff inches without any qualm.

Her hands tugged at both of their thick rods, twisting along Brandi’s pillar and squelching across Candi’s saliva-stained haft with lewd intensity. As Yevonne’s dick bobbed in her field of view she pulled away from the pinkettes to grab onto her hers and continue pleasuring it as well, as if she had no purpose other than to please their dicks. Through it all, her pleasure seemed to rise; each submissive action making her feel hotter, better, more aroused, as if compliance was being met with a rush of endorphins and a surge of tingling delight. 

She shivered as she moved from one cock to the other, salivating on their cocks with shameless abandon. She was barely even aware of the camera anymore, and she went down on Yevonne’s thickness as if she wasn’t being recorded anymore. She took it as far as she could manage before twisting and pulling back with thick slurps, each movement sending saliva bubbling out between her lips. Pleasure tingled along her body in ever-thickening quantities, leaving her eyes rolling and face flushing. 

Honestly, when Candi grabbed her head and shoved her onto her cock, she loved it. She felt nothing but pleasure as slim hands grabbed her head and forced her down onto her thick meat, jamming it in so deep that her gag reflex reared up powerfully and was subsequently overcome by Candi. The pinkette sighed happily as she sent her cock in eye-wateringly deep, and with her fingers scratching at Angelica’s scalp, she started to manhandle her like the toy she was quickly becoming. 

Angelica felt nothing but pleasure, though, as she was shoved down on the cock and roughly pulled back at the whim of the pink-haired girl, any sense of propriety well and truly gone. She gurgled around her staff as her head was manhandled onto it hard and fast, her face effortlessly taken into Candi’s hands and pushed along. She gurgled as her mouth was impaled by thick, turgid cockmeat, and groaned as her head was scratched by her nailed fingers each time she applied pressure. 

She was moved at her dictation, and her head began to rise and fall in quick, gurgling arcs that were entirely out of her hands. She couldn’t do anything about it, and she didn’t even want to. She just knelt there in front of them with her hands awkwardly tugging at the other two cocks as her head was manhandled up and down, forced onto the thick cock with ever-increasing force. Her eyes watered and sent trails of tears down her cheeks, but she felt nothing but pleasure as Candi guided her with hard, firm hand. 

“Such a good slut,” the pinkette moaned, and Angelica shivered indulgently at her crude words. Her entire body shuddered at the remarks as if they were the best compliments she’d ever heard, and she loved it almost as much as the cock forced into her mouth. She groaned around it, sending it vibrating as she was forced down again and again, loving every last moment of it more than she felt she should have. 

“She looks like a great cocksucker,” her sister agreed, moving to grab hold of Angelica’s bun and tug. Her mouth popped off one cock with a wet slurp, and was immediately filled up again by another throbbing length. She gurgled as Brandi sent her thick length thrusting forward, rubbing it over the smoothness of her tongue and into the hotness of her mouth in less than a second, and her eyes rolled up into her skull from the raw pleasure of it. 

She groaned with depraved lust as the bluenette grabbed her head and held her perfectly still as her hips began to roll and thrust, driving her cock into the velvety embrace of her lips and down through the hotness of her mouth in quick, brutal arcs of motion. She sawed in and out without reservation, immediately fucking the blonde’s mouth as if there was no greater purpose for it, and both of them achieved new heights of bliss at the heady contact. Angelica’s tongue tingled as the hard bulk rubbed over it with intense friction, her cheeks salivated with desire, and her core burned with heat.

Her eyes were still rolling and still watering as Brandi fucked her mouth with hard swings of her hips, pushing her fat shaft in and out of her mouth with force. Her cock stretched her cheeks and lips under its weight, and her undulating tongue was battered flat as the girl ran rampant, using her mouth as a convenient toy. Her hands were tight around her head, keeping her steady so that she could fuck her mouth, and the sloppy sounds thickened quickly as a result. Saliva bubbled up between her lips and made a mess of the dick thrusting into her, but the both of them only moaned happily for it. 

“Such a hot mouth,” Brandi groaned. “Natural born cocksucker right here.”

Her words were getting Angelica off more than she could care to admit, and her core tingled more and more. She was dripping wet, absolutely drenched, loving every last moment of having her mouth get impaled and fucked so harshly by the ship’s attendant. She sputtered with each sharp push and gurgled happily on each retraction, adoring the way the dense girth filled her up. It was almost as if it belonged there, and she didn’t care about how callously she was being treated or how whorishly she was being fucked in the mouth. 

“Have you seen this body?” Candi laughed. “It was designed for sex.”

“She’s very attractive,” Yevonne said matter-of-factly. “If she didn’t start turning herself out for the clientele, I’d be almost mad.”

“It’s totally for the common good that we initiate her,” Candi quipped with a giggle, and the two others laughed. 

Angelica was inclined to agree.

She gurgled as she was pulled off of Brandi’s cock and pushed into Yevonne’s grasp, who cupped her head almost tenderly. Her finger prodded at her lips and pushed down, making her whimper as her lips were toyed with. Her mouth was teased open slowly and all for the Scandanevian’s perverse delight - and then her cock was sent sliding inside, replacing her fingers. She slowly fed it into her mouth, taking her time of it, and Angelica’s fully lust-stricken mind was in utter bliss. 

It was almost impossible for her to understand, but her hips began to rock and roll with delight. Her hand shot down, cupping her sex, and her lashes fluttered; then, Yevonne thrust her cock with force, slamming it into her mouth and stretching it all out in a single rush, and she groaned loudly. She came hard, her mind burning with arousal, and without even being touched the choker managed to tease a climax out of her. At the same time the pixie-cut blonde started to fuck her throat with hard, through jabs, sending it sliding in so deep it started to punch through the seal of her throat, and Angelica reeled.

She gurgled around the cock and moaned whorishly as she came with violent intensity, her entire body rocking and rolling as a trembling climax rocked through her. The three futanari laughed at her apparent sluttiness even as they abused her weakened mind to take her like the slut they told her she was, and Angelica could do nothing but lavish in it. She moaned sloppily as her mouth was fucked by Yevonne, her cock sinking down in hard, brutal swings of her hips, plunging her turgid slab of cockmeat down through mouth and throat. 

“I love throatfucking a new slut,” the woman moaned, her camera focused down very intently as she facefucked Angelica. Her swinging hips sent saliva rolling out of her mouth like a waterfall, and Angelica struggled to keep her lips pressed together each time she thrust. Her throat squished and burned with protest as the hardness started to fill it out, and her tongue lolled uselessly as the dense girlmeat plunged down again and again in eye-watering strokes. 

The camera recorded every last it of it, and the other two girls laughed at her sluttiness. They pulled at her clothing, ripping and tugging, stripping her down and admiring the slutty curves of her body as her face was fucked. It all ran into itself as Angelica’s weary mind focused solely on Yevonne and her thrusting prick, but she still shivered happily with each touch and press of their hands along her burning body. The slightest touch left her wanting more, and they were all oh-so-happy to provide. 

She had nothing more that she wanted to do other than praise the three gorgeous ladies, and she had no problem with sucking their cocks, letting them swap her, mouth from onto the other as if passing around a party-slut, and praising her in their degrading tones. They treated her like a slut, and she was drunk on it. It felt so good that she simply didn’t care, and soon, it didn’t matter who was fucking her mouth or how they did it. She loved each push, each thrust, each throat-clogging slam, and she moaned that out shamelessly. 

She came again without a single touch as the sensitivity of her Platinum-accessories was turned up higher and higher, knowing internally that it was abusing her neural implants and not at all caring. The pleasure left her drunk and dizzy, and she gurgled in a stupor as they fucked her throat with increasing ferocity. Her mouth was reamed out and her face fucked almost brutally, with hips slamming against her face and balls slapping against her chin. Her beautiful face was pounded between them, her mouth swapped from one to the other at a frantic, senseless pace, each one trying to get off and Angelica getting off in the process of it. 

The sloppy, messy blowbang has saliva running down her chin and onto her fat breasts in endless lines, with the clear drool practically raining down with each forward stroke and thumping slam against her face. She reeled under each impact from each girl, but loved it just as much as their degrading, off-hand compliments - and it got her off hard, getting her to another shaking, quivering orgasm that had eyes rolling. Through it all she tried to suck and suckle as she was used, taking great pleasure out of simply servicing the futas. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” Brandi panted, slamming her cock into Angelica’s throat right before passing her off to her sister. 

“Same,” Candi agreed with a pant, cockslapping Angelica before starting to pound her throat. “God, this slut is fantastic.”

“Let’s give her her reward, then,” Yevonne groaned, biting down on her lip and filming the action without wavering. 

Angelica was a panting mess as their cocks pointed directly at her face, and she was sent into yet another intense climax as the three of them fired their loads at her; thick ropes of cum stringing across her face in long, lewd lines, painting her from chin to forehead in layers of white. It slashed across her neck and down her saliva-soaked chest in syrupy lines that lazily drooled down, with all of it coating her skin like paint. 

The simple touch of their cum had her body heating up to even greater heights, making her feel like a furnace; and, better still, the taste made her mind go totally blank, the pleasure soaking right through every last pore, and she did nothing but shudder and greedily slurp up whatever was offered to her lips like a natural-born whore. As senseless as it all was, Angelica adored every last moment of it. She knew she was being used, but it felt so good that she couldn’t consider it anything other than the best experience of her life. 

“Wow,” Brandi chirped. “She is really sensitive to this, huh?”

“That’s what happens when a girl goes through a dry spell,” Candi sighed theatrically. “But that’s why our services exist.”

“Absolutely!” Yevonne laughed, dispelling any illusion of decency. It was a horny, depraved blowbang, and that was it - no higher motive than the carnal pleasure. 

In the next moment Candi was leaning in, and Angelica, still panting and with her face plastered, stared at her with glossy eyes. “Did you enjoy your fifteen minutes?” 

She blinked. “Y-yes - w-what? Fifteen…?”

“The bonus for the upgrade,” she said slowly. “Did you like it?”

Angelica squinted, her brain lazy and not quite responsive. “Yes?”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” she said more firmly. 

“Good,” Brandi laughed. “Then, you’re going to love to hear that a high-level costumer like yourself is entitled to our all-night service. ”

Angelica squinted even more, not quite understanding their meaning with her mind working so slowly and her body so damned hot. “W-wha…?”

The three girls were all giggling amongst themselves as they grabbed her, hauled her to her feet, and threw her onto the bed, letting her bounce across the soft surface. She gasped at the suddenness of it, and watched with wide eyes as all three of them started to pull off their clothes. For a single second, a small measure of panic was almost able to break through the fog of depraved lust that had hold of her mind; a single thought of oh, I’m about to get gangbanged by a bunch of virile futanari studs just like Lori!

The thought, and any sense of panic, was quickly overwhelmed as their bodies were revealed to her in all their glory: the soft, modestly curved twins, their bodies pale and smooth, and the more athletic, firm-bodied Yevonne, all with cocks bouncing as they clambered up onto the bed. Angelica just breathed out her lust as the twins grabbed her hands and shoulders as if to pin her down, and her eyes glazed over as Yevonne slid her way on top of her like a dominant, sexy goddess. She did nothing but sigh as her hard, heavy cock was sent slapping down against her gushing folds, and with a simple rub that sawed the vascular underside against her, she moaned aloud. 

“Such a slut,” Candi purred. 

“So hot,” Brandi gushed. 

“Let’s see how well she handles Platinum-level cock, hm?” Yevonne chuckled, and drew her cock down. Angelica immediately moaned as the hardness was sent sliding down between her pussy, pressing right into her entrance, and then sent driving forward with a brusque and almost careless shove. Yevonne knew she didn’t need to take it easy, and Angelica was so gushing wet for it that it didn’t matter. She simply squealed in delight as the thick slab of cock pierced through her lush tunnel at a fast, remorseless pace, driving into silken warmth like a battering ram.  

“Fuck!” She moaned loudly, her hips bucking hard. She came right then and there from the penetration alone as the conditioning worked its magic upon her mind, and Yevonne, chuckling, simply speared herself down all the harder, filling up her aching tunnel with her massive slab of a cock. The thick dickhead ground against the soft walls of her fluttering cunt and her pussy lips were sent squishing out around her bulk in a gushing of juices, all because the woman couldn’t wait to be balls-deep inside of her. 

She groaned as her climax rocked through her in intense, dizzying waves, made all the more potent by the stiff cock driving up into her hot, steaming, writhing depths. It tamed her squirming walls with its hard bulk, and as the cockheard rubbed up against her squirming tightness, she was left whimpering. It was intense, and her entire body bucked from the intensity of it - only for the twins to keep her held down with soft, lewd giggles, clearly enjoying what they were watching.

“She’s a bitch in heat,” Candi laughed. 

“So horny,” Brandi purred. 

“Fuck!” She squealed again as Yevonne sent her cock grinding through the length of her tunnel in her forward push, the brusque movement seeing inches of hard meat disappear between her wet petals and fill out the sopping tightness beyond. It felt like the delivery of everything she’d been missing for the last few days, and she was in love with it. It was so intoxicating it almost overwhelmed her, and she could only groan and mewl as more and more fit into her body, jamming her full of thick, Scandanavian cock. 

“Oh, she feels wonderful,” Yevonne said, her cock crawling to a stop - almost seven inches of it buried inside of her, just two inches left out and the fat sack beyond waiting to slap against her core. She rolled her hips there, grinding her soft pussy walls out in agonizing wiggles, and Angelica gasped. When the woman pulled herself back her entire body tightened, and she tossed her legs up around her broad hips as if to pull her back down. “Oh! And eager, too!”

They all laughed, and Angelica just groaned as Yevonne effortlessly fought off her tensing legs to extract inches of glistening cockmeat with a slow roll of her hips. The movement sent the vascular thickness grinding and rubbing across the length of her squirming tunnel, sending it into yet more shivering fits of bliss - then, with just a casual drop, she sent her cock slamming down inside with a firm swing. She squealed as she was suddenly impaled with hard dickmeat, and a violent shudder passed through her buxom frame. 

“Let’s see just how eager she gets,” Yevonne continued, her voice a low, sexy husk, and Angelica loved it almost as much as she loved her cock. 

She whimpered as the reversal sent it crashing down through her steaming depths, impaling them in a hard rush that had her head spinning. Pleasure rocked through her and caused her hips to buck, only for Yevonne to adjust with a grinding roll that made her walls tingle from top to bottom. When the iron-hard staff pulled back with an obscene series of slurps she moaned in annoyance, and when it came thrusting back down with a hard rush, she groaned in delight. Her shoulders rolled, but were kept effortlessly pinned by the twins who simply watched the proceedings with lewd eyes.

Angelica gasped as the cock thrust down into her waiting depths with hard rushes of movement that sent her tunnel rippling and stretching all at once, and then groaned like a slut as shifted in hard, quick rolls. It left her whimpering, for it felt far bigger than it looked. It was like a log impaled inside of her, and one her inner walls were ill-adjusted to handle; and, yet, handle it they had to do, because Yevonne had no intention of letting her adjust. She moved with rising speed, her hips working her shaft in and out of her sopping channel, and her body burned with delight just as much as strain.

“So tight,” Yevonne praised in low tones, her hips bearing down and shoving Angelica full of cock. Her pussy warmly greeted her thrusting member and squeezed down around it in a pleasing hug, but no matter how tight they were, she easily pried them apart with her wrist-thick girth. “She’s a good one!”

 She gasped as the cock plunged down in hard strokes, disappearing into her tightness in a way that seemed to defy belief. She groaned up into Yevonne’s face, and watched the beautiful futa’s lips contort into a proud smirk as she laid into her snatch. Her shaft thundered down through her walls, making them ripple out and stretch to eye-watering lengths. Her juices were churned messily around it, sent gushing out in thick lines that were almost as sloppy as her drool, and the sounds were just as intoxicating as the feeling of being fucked, too. 

It sank into her welcoming depths by the inch, jamming out walls so hard it left her gasping. Muscles were thrown into fits of motion as Yevonne hammered into her tight cunt, showing not an ounce of restraint and simply plundering her pink walls for her depraved lusts. Angelica’s formerly sharp senses were totally ruined, and nothing was left but utter satisfaction for the hard sex, her body adoring and craving the senseless thrusting of such a big, fat cock. She moaned out her pleasure right into Yevonne’s face, and was able to do nothing else as she was held down by the twins. 

Just watching the cock disappear into her pussy was orgasm-inducing; seeing it get gobbled up by her lips and jam itself into her depths was like the best thing she’d ever seen, and her insides spasmed hard as she watched herself get fucked. She had no voyeuristic tendencies, but it was as if she’d suddenly developed them. The three women just laughed as her cunt rocked in orgasm for yet another mind-numbing time, none of them holding any surprise in what her weakened mind would do to chase the offered sensation. 

She gasped breathlessly and bucked her hips hard as Yevonne fucked her cock down again and again in smooth, broad strokes, using the strength of her core and the muscles of her arms to plunge down. She had Angelica's hourglass waist locked down tight, and used that leverage to slam into her aching cleft again and again and again, never pausing and never slowing. She rammed her core with her hard cock until she had every last throbbing inch railing her, and then continued to do so with low, husky grunts of exertion.

“She’s so hot,” Candi purred, squeezing Angelica’s tit and toying with her nipple. “Wish we got to break in more broads like this one…”

“Well, now, at least, we can satisfy ourselves,” Brandi snarked. “It gets annoying always pounding teenage sluts.”

Angelica cried out with each deep jab and thrust, her eyes watering and making a bigger mess of her face each time her hips pounded down. She squealed as her walls were continuously shoved out around the tremendous girth, and her body rocked as flesh started to clap. Proud, athletic hips bore down, and her pelvis collided with her own in loud, fleshy thumbs of impact that left her reeling backward. Balls swung with pendulous force and sent her cunt quivering, and she wheezed with each cunt-filling stroke. 

She couldn’t even speak as Yevonne fucked her hard and fast, her muscles rippling with exertion. Time was meaningless to Angelica, and her only sense of pacing was the thrust and pump of the dick - slam after slam, thrust after thrust, all of it too much to easily handle. She listened to her own mewling cries and juices being churned under the relentlessly thrusting bulk, and her insides quivered as if being impaled by a dick the size of her forearm was the best thing ever. 

“You know what? I gotta get in on this,” Brandi rushed to say, and almost eagerly clambered up onto her knees. Angelica’s left side was left unpinned as the bluenette scrambled around, but before she could bother trying to lift herself, the thick bulk of the woman’s cock was sent thumping down against her face in a lewd cockslap. Her nerves flushed with heat and her eyes glazed over from the intoxicating proximity of it, and without any sort of reservation, she started to kiss at the cock set beside her mouth, licking at it with flicks of her tongue and layering it with sloppy kisses. 

“Fuck, she’s eager,” Brandi groaned, squeezing her tit as her cock was so messily lapped at by Angelica. The platinum-blonde couldn’t even control herself as she licked at it, running the flat of her tongue across the length set against her face, loving the raw proximity and the throbbing bulk of it more than she could hope to understand. Just licking it made her body tingle, and it left her wanting more. “This is going to be so much fun.”

Brandi drew her hips back, rubbing her cock against her face and drawing a whine from Angelica. Her head rolled back as if to keep up the contact, and she kissed the retreating inches messily. That seemed to be what Brandi wanted, though, for with her blonde head tilted back and her neck extended it offered up all the leverage she could want to send her cock thrusting forward against her mouth. The older woman moaned as the cocktip hit her mouth insistently, and she parted her lips to grant it quick access. 

With a low groan, Brandi sent her cock slamming forward. She filled her mouth up with her dense length in one hard motion, stretching her cheeks and battering her tongue down by sheer size. She pushed in deeper, hitting the entrance of her throat in a way that was truly mind-numbing, and Angelica could only offer her throat up to be fucked in the next instant. The bluenette took quick advantage as she pushed her way into her throat with something like a giggle, biting her lip with pleasure as her dick was caressed by tight walls. 

There was no hesitation on the bluenette’s part, that was for sure. She sent her cock thrusting into her throat with a groan, stretching out the walls there with a hard shove, and then pulled back with a wet, sloppy noise. As Angelica coughed around her throat-clogging dick the woman thrust into her again, cramming her mouth full and stuffing her esophagus with dense dickmeat, cutting off any attempt at breathing. Balls thumped against her forehead and a pelvis rolled against her face as she hilted herself in no time at all, fully impaling one of her holes. 

The other continued to be taken by Yevonne, who sent her hips thundering down without stopping. Flesh clapped as her pelvis was hit by her firm, taut hips, her cunt sent gushing out around the thrusting shaft. It hit her hard and fast, impaling her slick core with ever-increasing force that left her moaning. The cock in her mouth muffled all sound, and each impact only became all the more dizzying for it. She was gobbling up dick from either end, stuffed full of them both, and as the two futas ran riot on her holes, she was left utterly numb.

And, yet, she loved it. She didn’t care that Brandi was fucking her throat with wild ferocity or that Yevonne was fucking her like a paid whore, she just enjoyed the pump and thrust and the feeling of being stretched. Her mind was telling her that being on her back was exactly where she needed to be, and that the magnificently hung studs deserved to use her body. Joy infected every fuzzy thought, and each pump into her snatch or thrust into her throat left her both gurgling and dizzy with pleasure. Gratification came in waves, and even if a part of her knew it was all artificial, there was no way she could come back from it.

She groaned and threw herself into the hazy indulgence as it filled her up. Her body quivered like a harp as it was impaled from both ends, and her cunt gushed with ecstasy. Her eyes rolled up as her lungs heaved for air that was so steadily denied by Brandi, and her hips rocked as her pussy was impaled right through by Yevonne. She sputtered wetly around the cock that thrust into her throat as if it were a sheath, sending everything rippling out around it, and she rocked as the other fat shaft railed her out so hard it had her breasts bouncing. 

“Such a perfect slut,” Yevonne groaned, her muscles hard and pronounced as she threw herself down. Her fit body was a riot of motion, and her cock crashed down so hard that outer lips were effortlessly battered aside. Her girth was so damned thick that Angelica could feel every last inch of it throbbing inside of her, and as the rubbery head brushed against her womb, her mind blazed with heat. 

“I knew she’d be a good lay from the moment I set eyes on her,” Brandi gasped, her hips thundering down with less force but more enthusiasm than her partner’s. She pounded her throat with hard, broad slams, filling out her mouth and cheeks each and every time and almost making her throat bulge under the weight of her dense dick. There was so much cockmeat stuffed into her hole - into both her holes - that Angelica felt drunk on it all. That, however, was nothing new, and she simply enjoyed it. 

She gurgled around the cock buried in her throat as the other slammed into her hard and fast, shaking her loose from both ends. Brandi fucked her throat as thoroughly as Yevonne did to her snatch, easily fucking her right to the edge. It was too much for anyone to handle, but every bit of Angelica wanted to. She had to please the hung futas, and couldn’t think of doing anything less for them. Each pump and thrust was utter bliss for her, and it was carnal satisfaction for them.

Both virile futas fucked her in their own ways, sending cocks hammering down to fill her up before pulling back with lewd squelches to do it all over again. Her flesh clapped intensely as she was railed out from both ends, and her face began to become as sore as her red pelvis as the fucking continued. They stuffed her with their big cocks more and more, somehow managing to go harder despite reaching their natural limits. Each impact sent blazing heat across her body, and she was steadily fucked to another tremendous climax by the two of them. 

She gurgled and sputtered breathlessly around Brandi’s dick as her climax hit her hard, once again flooding her cunt with juices that were subsequently reamed out and churned by Yevonne’s pounding cock. Her aching, oxygen-deprived lungs quivered as she spasmed in release, and she almost felt herself pass out from the lack of breath and the intensity of her orgasm - but she just barely held on, too hooked on the pleasure to shy away, and that delighted her partners. 

With low groans, both futas came in tandem. It was lost on her if it was a result of her climax or their own mounting pleasure, but she did know that she was suddenly flooded with virile ropes of jizz, and she loved it. The taste of Brandi’s thick cum flowing down her very throat and pumping into her stomach directly from the tap was like the most potent alcohol she’d ever drunk, and she squealed breathlessly for it. It was like honey flowing down her esophagus, the richest of nectars, and she simply couldn’t get enough.

Yevonne’s load, though, was spewed directly into her cunt with little more than a low groan, and the feeling of such virile potency flooding her snatch was overwhelming. Her mind went totally blank as a surge of intense emotion ran across every limb and nerve ending, and her entire body tightened as if in another orgasm. Her chest heaved as ropes of warmth drenched her cunt walls and the thick mass of potent seed hit her cervix in gooey waves, and every inch of her began to shiver with intoxicating ecstasy. It was accentuated by the effects of her choker, which was as hot as a brand against her skin. 

Almost regretfully, however, their cocks were pulling out of her holes once the climaxes began to subside. She wanted them to remain, to pound her brains out more and more and more, but her aching body needed breath. As Brandi’s cock tore out of her throat she gasped hard, her chest heaving, struggling to pull in enough air to replace what had been fucked out of her, and everything she did gain was used to wheeze as warm, gooey seed gushed along her insides in a river of gorgeous warmth. 

She was gasping breathlessly as the two pulled back to admire their handiwork. Brandi spoke first, and did so with a pleased, “what a fantastic cockslut. Who knew the company had so many perfect sluts for us to break in?”

“It’s always enjoyable,” chirped Candi.

“Imagine what it would be like to get her and the redhead side by side?” Yevonne chuckled, and all of them joined in. Angelica found no shame at all in how they talked about her like a piece of meat, and, instead, enjoyed it immensely. She wanted more, and she quickly got it as the three of them tugged on her body and sent her spinning around, pushing her as they wished. 

Rolled onto her hands and knees, she sighed as Candi rolled around to mount her, taking Yevonne’s place as the dickgirl in charge. She sent her cock slapping down against the fat curve as both Yevonne and Brandi knelt in front of her face, their own turgid, cum-stained rods staring at her demandingly. She once again panted as they hung there like two delicious pipes, and she leaned in toward them as Candi’s dick pressed down. 

“God, this ass, ” the pinkette praised, both of her hands slapping down so hard that it sent Anglica jerking forward. She moved past the two cocks as her assflesh bounced around, and stopped to moan as Candi’s fingers began to dig into the plump meat with feverish intensity, mauling and squeezing and groping. “Fantastic.”

Her cock came slapping down in the next moment, drawing another slutty gasp from Angelica’s lips. She groaned as the cock pressed down - and then gasped powerfully as the thick head was sent not against her cunt, but her asshole. However, there was not an ounce of hesitation in her body at the unexpected touch, nor did she shy away from it. She wanted it as much as anything else, and she could only groan happily as the dickhead applied pressure to her tight rosebud. 

It was eye-watering, overwhelming pressure. There was no kindness in it, no attempt to let her gain her bearings, just a simple forward push that had her cock threatening to break right through in a moment. It did in the very next as Candi rolled her hips and pumped them down with force, and the cock was sent driving through the depths of her ass in less time than it took for Angelica to breathe. And, any breath she did have was put to the task of squealing as her asshole was sent swelling out around the thick length of dickmeat, the too-tight hole painfully stretched out by it. 

“Even tighter,” she grunted, rolling her hips and stabbing down to the sound of slutty cries. “Holy - this is going to be fun -”

She pushed down, slamming inch after throbbing inch of dense cockmeat into her asshole. She bathed in the heat of it as she delved down with her curving hips, intent on filling her up as much as she could on that forward push before trying it again. Angelica rocked forward as a result, her hands twisting along the bedsheets and her voice coming out in a softy cry as her rearmost hole was impaled with such force. She marvelled at each successive inch that fit inside of her, amazed that it could and loving that it did. 

“C’mon, slut,” Yevonne urged kindly, “Put that mouth to work.” 

Gasping and flushing with pride, Angelica did just that. Even as Candi drove inches of eye-watering cock into her ass, she rocked forward to greedily kiss the cum-stained length of Yevonne’s dick, running her lips across the broad surface. The thick truncheon of a dick pushed against her mouth, and she loved the feeling of it just as much as she loved the taste of her cum. She almost greedily started to slurp at the white liquid, desperate to taste the aphrodisiac release. 

One of her hands grabbed at Brandi’s cock and held it tightly, attempting to please her as she serviced Yevonne. She wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft and, though they couldn’t wrap all the way around it, she squeezed as best as she could and tried to pull her palm up along the girthy, cum-stained length. She pulled at the stiff cockmeat with lewd squelches as she made out with the other dick, attempting to please the two of them and keep her body braced. 

“That’s it,” Yevonne purred, moving to pat her head, and Angelica preened as she slobbered over her delicious, cum-coated dick. “Good girl…”

“Very good,” Candi assented, bottoming out in her ass with a low, almost feral groan. She pushed down, rolled her hips, had Angelica gasp, and then pulled back, extracting out slick inches at a time. Her movements were harder and rougher than the masseuse, lacking her finesse, but it hardly mattered. She stretched out her asshole by sheer dint of girth and casually sent walls fluttering as she pulled herself free, then, with a sharper jab, sent it all sinking right back inside all over again. 

She groaned and squeezed down on Brandi’s cock as her sister impaled her ass with another hard downward thrust, then shivered as she rolled herself and sent them fluttering. She ground her stiff length against the inner pink, stretching it in bounds and leaps, then pulled back to give herself more leverage to pound down. She sent the eye-watering girth driving into her asshole in rushes of motion that had her groaning against Yevonne’s dick, and another series of powerful shudders passed through her body. 

Angelica slobbered over the masseuse’s dick as her ass started to get reamed out with hard, brusque pushes, her entire body sent rocking forward on one hand and her knees. Her breasts bounced beneath her in fleshy arcs, hanging down under their considerable weight like milk-filled bags, and she just knew their eyes were glued to them. All she could concentrate on was worshipping their dicks, and she dragged the flat of her tongue across Yevonne’s in a desperate attempt to please her. Each lick collected more of her delicious cum, and it made her cunt tingle with orgasmic pleasure- the simple taste of it hitting her re-wired nerves in all the right ways to leave her weak in the knees. 

As Candi pounded a harsh rhythm of slaps against her fat ass, she swapped her mouth from one cock to the other, attempting to satisfy both of them at the same time. She started to run her tongue along the thickness of Brandi’s swollen cock while grasping at Yevonne’s with tight fingers, letting her palm mould to the throbbing girth and drawing it up in a rubbing motion that used her silky skin to its fullest. She pumped away at one dick as she licked the other with the flat of her tongue, keeping as much physical contact as she could while lapping up tasty babybatter. 

Candi’s thick, throbbing pillar pounded into her ass with short, shallow thrusts, working her dick in and out as she stretched the hole looser and looser. She sighed as she slammed down deep made her pillowy assflesh clap out in satisfying arcs, and her hand slapped down to make it bounce just that little bit more. Angelica squeaked and rolled her hips as delicious friction surged along her spine and left her feeling breathless, and each successive downward slam of her pelvis made her tingle from head to toe. 

Thick cockmeat plunged into her asshole in a way that no cock had ever done before, and Angelica loved it. She was happy that these girls were using her and showing her how good it all could be, and she felt nothing but satisfaction for the Platinum level. It left her feeling awesome as she was reamed out, and for the first time, she felt a kinship with Lori and her lewdness - how could anyone not want to get gangbanged to the edge of bliss? It was amazing. 

“Keep licking that cock,” Yevonne praised as her mouth swapped between their cocks once again, her tongue rising up and down along her throbbing inches with lustful intensity. Her hand pumped away at the other, her fingers applying gratifying pleasure to the dick and massaging her saliva into the white skin. 

“You’re doing great,” Brandi assented, her hips rolling and offering up her cock like an ice-cream cone - one that Angelica happily latched on to and started to lick the head, her tongue lashing at the bulbous tip with ravenous lust. Her hand pumped and pulled at saliva-lathered dickmeat in furious strokes, and the other clenched down on the bedsheets as her ass was reamed out with gasp-inducing force. 

The cock worked through her in fast, deep stabs, Candi’s thrust getting broader and stronger with each passing moment. Angelica whimpered as her asshole was filled out by the dense shaft, and she groaned into the cocks she alternated between. Her chest heaved as her rearmost hole was pierced through by fat futa dick, and on occasion, when the cock stabbed in the wrong way and sent a wall stretching out to obscene degrees, she cried out loudly and lewdly - and the futas drank it up.

“Good girl,” they purred. “Such a good, eager slut.”

Their praise made her hotter and happier, and she eagerly worked their cocks as if to return the favour. She shivered, however, as the cock reamed out her textured ass, dragging along the velvet hole in hard rushes that made her rock forward. Her spine began to dip as her ass was pounded against by Candi’s hips, and the fat mass started to push up and up receptively; offering up more to Candi, and she took more in turn. Clapping down so loudly that it could be heard the next room over, she moaned as the friction started to make her skin smart. 

“So fat, ” Candi praised, her hand slapping down and greedily groping the bouncing mass of soft skin. “Fuck -”

She buried herself into her ass with her impaling spear of a cock, ramming out her squishy depths and hilting herself inside. Hips rolled and girls groaned as walls shifted out in broad, dizzying arcs, and wet noises echoed out as cocks were licked and stroked in tandem. She gasped as the turgid dick rammed into her ass again and again, fucking her with ever-increasing force and intensity. Her ass clapped with each thorough push, sent shaking around her thrusting hips, and her cunt began to ache with each forward swing of her pendulous balls. 

It made her pussy crave carnal attention, but she had to make do with the thrusting of the cock into her ass. She enjoyed it, though, and happily moaned each time it hilted itself all the way inside of her. Her body rocked as her ass clapped, and the swinging of her balls made her shiver with delight. Smacking hands and kneading fingers were taken with delight, and all of it combined to send her spine into a deeper, more submissive curve. She panted hard as she was fucked, and her mouth and hand worked overtime on the cocks of the other two women as if that would somehow alleviate the aching strain. 

“Like a bitch in heat,” Candi laughed, slapping her ass, and Angelica moaned in approval. 

Her spine continued to arch as the cock came slamming down, fucking her with paced, but reckless strokes that left her brain dizzy and her body reeling. She gasped and groaned each and every time, and did so right into the two cocks she worshipped by her fast. She was slapping Brandi’s cock against her cheek as she sucked on Yevonne’s with loving eyes before pulling back to alternate and do the same to the other, much to their combined pleasure. Flushing and mewling, she slurped on both of them, leaving them squeaky-clean and rolling with her drool. 

“That’s it,” one of them moaned, and she wasn’t sure which in her dizzy, weakened state. She just took it more and more and serviced them all the harder for it, working their wonderful cocks as her strained, hot body was taken. 

She squealed as the cock jabbed in hard, and heard the pinkette breathe in sharply. She thrust with precision, her strokes becoming harder and more pronounced, and Angelica cried out with satisfaction. The pillar of hardness pumped into her with a sense of finality, and hands clenched down around her squishy assflesh as if to maul it. She groaned aloud as it reamed her out with a steadily throbbing shaft, the pulsations becoming increasingly violent as she dove down, until Candi’s grunts became impossible thick.

“Right there, ” she groaned, and that was it - she slammed down for a final time and held still, leaving Angelica to moan at the top of her lungs and with two cocks pressed against her cheeks as her asshole was filled up with babybatter. It was a new feeling, but a certainly delicious one. She loved it as it filled her up, and while Candi grunted, she moaned loudly. Her ass twitched and shivered as inner walls were pumped full with dense, weighty fluid, which came out at a rapid-fire pace from the throbbing pillar of dickmeat.

It practically hosed her rear hole down with its thickness, and she could do little more than take it. The feeling of such richness flowing around inside of her body made her brain buzz with pleasure, and like the most intense of addictions, it only left her craving more of it. She jerked her ass against the throbbing cock, seeking more, and it was provided with each gush and slurp. She panted and moaned in equal measure, and both thick noises were matched by the musical giggling of the others. 

“She’s doing so good,” Brandi gushed. 

“She’s a treat,” Yevonne chuckled.

If Angelica thought they would be done with their second round of orgasms, she was wrong - most decidedly wrong. They weren’t done, not yet, not as they grabbed her fleshy body with ease, Yevonne using her muscles to move her around like a toy, and Angelica preened at their strength and flushed at their heady, intoxicating touch. She moaned in slutty approval as she was lifted, Brandi rolling onto her back and pushing the blonde on top of her while Yevonne mounted her from behind and Candi kneeling in front. 

From there, everything happened in a rush. Brand and Yevonne both pushed her body down on top of the bluenette, shoving her down on her eye-watering slab of cockmeat in a single hard rush that left her gasping intensely. Her hips clapped against her pelvis as her inner walls were once more comfortably stretched out by a pillar of raw hardness, and she squealed as it probed against her cervix. Juices and cum were sent gushing out thickly around it as it made room for itself, and it easily fit in up to the hilt. 

Then, Yevonne pressed down; dropping her weight onto her back, shoving her fat chest onto Brandi’s, and then pinning her between them as if making a sandwich. At the same time, her cock rammed into her asshole with far more force than Candi’s, making her squeal in a single instant as her meaty dick was buried up to the hilt in tough, squeezing flesh. Her body wriggled, but she was trapped between them, stuffed utterly tight and unbearably full of their hard cocks. 

Candi, not to be outdone, grabbed her head, forced her mouth open, and shoved her dick inside, forcing her cock through her mouth and into the depths of her throat in a single gurgling rush of movement. As Angelica sputtered and coughed on her cock she threw her head back and groaned, content that she’d impaled the bitch’s throat with her dense length; and, as she did so, the other two rolled their hips, adjusting themselves inside of her. 

It was her first time taking three cocks inside of her, and her first double-penetration. It was wholly, entirely overwhelming, and her mind went blank as eyes rolled back. She couldn’t handle something so intense, and her body began to capitulate under the strain of it; but the three futas weren’t bothered at all, and with slick, laughable ease, they started to pull hips back and grind their cocks across her three holes, shifting walls, juices, and collected cum in equal measure, pushing it all out around their dense hafts. 

“This is great!” Yevonne cheered almost instantly as she pushed her hips down firmly, rolling her cock inside of her asshole, and then grinding across the fluttering tunnel with eye-watering force. Angelica groaned around Candi’s cock as a result, and at the same time the pink-haired woman pushed her cock in nice and deep, letting the blonde smell her skin, and then pulled back with a series of sloppy, wet pops. 

“So good,” Brandi assented, grunting and jabbing her hips. She pushed herself up, rolling her hips into her pussy, jabbing through tight walls and sending them out in thick, eye-watering rushes. Angelica gurgled as juices slipped around the hardness and cum came out in messy strings of lewdness, but the lubrication only helped the dickgirl push herself in and roll herself out from her underside position. 

The cock in her throat pulled back with a harsh tug that left her mouth sputtering desperately for air, only for her throat to be filled up again with a hard push that had tears flowing down her stained cheeks. As she gasped from the suddenness of the throatfucking, her body was forced down by Yevonne’s downward drop. She hit her backside with athletic strength and pressed down in full, making sure to roll her cock inside of her in a shallow but totally overwhelming thrust that used her strength to make it easy. 

Angelica reeled as the thickness lodged deep into her ass and then pulled back to start up into a series of shallow, deep, penetrating thrusts, admiring the way that Yevonne could manage such a thing even as her squishy walls screamed in protest. Yevonne grunted powerfully as she worked her stiff rod in and out at that shallow, intoxicating pace, her insides shivering as the vascular rod rubbed its way along, and she could only admire the power of the sexy, fit futa as she fucked her silly. 

It was matched by the slender administrator beneath her, who did much the same in her own way - thrusting up in deep, shallow arcs, not quite moving at all but easily probing and plumbing her steaming depths with her big, fat shaft, sending walls rushing out around her and teasing her deepest points with sinful ease. She hit her cervix and scraped at it as the bulk of her cock rubbed against sensitive points along her cunt, and all of that combined was more than enough to throw her insides into a spasming fit. 

She groaned, but the noises remained lost against the cockmeat lodged into her throat. It pushed into her more and more, fucking her face with the fastest thrusting out of the three, exchanging shallow and mind-numbing sex for breathtaking ferocity. It was attractive in its own way, even if Angelica was so mind-numb by that point that she could scarcely recognize it. Her mind only registered the pleasing taste of dick and the pleasure rocking through her re-wired mind, and that was all that mattered to her. 

With the three of them buried inside of her, she was totally air-tight and unable to even more. She shivered and quivered between them, and that was as far as she got as they rolled their hips and thrust in overwhelming, dizzying arcs, the shallow jabs doing nothing but leaving her gasping. She groaned with indulgent ecstasy as the two hung studs worked their cocks in and out of her sensitive holes, making sure there wasn’t a single moment where she wasn't stuffed to the brim with dense dickmeat, and she loved it.

Candi sent her cock in deep, and each thrust drew out sloppy glurks from the depths of her throat. She coughed and sputtered as her breathing-channel was turned into a hole for a cock to pleasure itself within, and her mind loved such callous use of her noble body. She shivered with delight as the dick sawed in and out of her mouth, claiming her as a toy and sending rivers of saliva down her chin. No matter how sloppy, she didn't care - she only indulged. 

The weaker she became, the sluttier she acted for the futas, the better she felt. Each submissive act and desire was met with a gratifying pulse from the choker, and her fate was cemented more and more. It was something she couldn't free herself of, and as the three reamed her out in their air-tight fucking, she descended further into the inhibitionless benefits of The Venus Package. She groaned and gurgled and sputtered as cocks hammered into her from all ends, making her feel weak and undeniably good, and all that mattered was chasing more of that feeling. 

Her breasts squished out in pillowy bulges of sideboob as Yevonne slammed her into Brandi and fucked her with her long, thick cock, and Brandi matched it by pushing her up and driving her turgid, stiff mast into her tight, squeezing pussy. She gurgled sloppily on the third cock as a result, and Candi moaned appreciatively as she gave her dick a vibrating massage. Hands stroked at her body and at her hair while the futas whispered sweet, slutty nothings into her ear, cementing her place as their toy for the night. 

“Good job,” said one. 

“You’re a natural slut,” said another.

“You’re going to feel so good,” said the third.

It was all a rush, with voices mingling into one and everything fading away in favour of the steady, intense pounding. They worked in and out at never-ending rhythms, not quite fucking in synch but making sure there was never a moment where she wasn't stuffed full of their hard cocks. She moaned and gurgled and cried out as the overwhelming fuck continued, showing no sign of stopping and leaving her thinking that she didn't want it to stop. She didn't want it to ever stop, and if that was herself speaking or her choker or whatever she didn't know - but it didn't matter.

The pleasure hit her hard, and within moments, they fucked her to another gurgling orgasm. She breathlessly exclaimed her lust as her body shivered and climaxed hard, rocked to another intense release with artificial, enhanced ease. Her body was like an instrument they could please and manipulate at their whim and dictation, and their cocks were the tools with which to do it. Each thrust and push was so agonizingly good that it stole her breath away - not that she had any left - and she was in love with it all.

Before the first orgasm ended, another hit her. Much like the massage the day before, it came upon her in waves of pleasure that seemed to defy any sense of belief. She was beyond understanding, though, and she took it happily, squealing wordlessly and heaving breathlessly as it hit her in violent, crashing waves of ecstasy. First two, then a third, with each one sweeping upon her with mouthwatering, body-tingling ease, and her sore body was left in adoration for her lovers. 

They fucked her through it all, their cocks rolling and thrusting and grinding across all possible holes at once. They shifted, pulled back, rearranged, and thrust forward in dizzying movements, each one so skilled at handling their meaty pipes that her dazed, blank mind was in total awe. She felt nothing but adoration for their dicks, and she craved them as if they were her addiction. They sent her right to the edge of bliss time and time again, and happily tipped her over into endless orgasms with unparalleled ease. 

Sighing, mewling, she took it over and over and over again. It didn't end, and she was their willing, mewling toy. The airtight fucking was more than she could ever hope to bear, and her mind drifted as oxygen deprivation set in. Their thrusting cocks ground her insides down until it felt like they were touching, and her holes shivered in intense, milking contractions. Her weary body put up its last ditched efforts to tease out their orgasms, to pleasure them as much as they pleasured her.

It seemed to work as their breaths came out thicker and hotter, and their paces became more pronounced. Each mouthwatering jab was met with a deep husk into her ears, and she let the sounds drown her. Deep, punishing thrusts reamed out her holes just that little bit more before she felt their cocks start to throb expectantly, and they jammed themselves down with yet more force as if to accentuate it. She hit another weak climax with her overwhelmed body, and as her naked, sweaty skin quivered between them, they all slammed down with finality. 

They impaled her in each hole, stuffing her to the brim, and let loose. It was a familiar feeling by now, but a third set of steaming loads of thick, gooey babybatter being pumped into her from every end all at once was too much. She felt her strength leave her as her throat, clogged with cock, was quickly clogged up with tasty seed, and she felt herself slump as her pussy was flooded with seed and her asshole drenched in cum. Balls thrummed against her skin with dizzying strength as they launched successive ropes of seed into her body, but by that point, Angelica was lost. 

She couldn't keep up with it; not the fucking, the cumming, or the overwhelming pleasure that hit her neural implants. They were hijacked, controlled, ramped up by the twins, any modulation overwhelmed, and her body steadily indoctrinated to their pleasure; and the gangbang, meant to tip them all over the edge, caused that exact thing to happen. They fizzled out as programming crashed to allow for the reprogramming to continue, and Angelica crashed with it.

And so, with their cocks buried into the hilts and pumping her full of cum, Angelica Jones, proud business woman, passed out on the bed.

It was her first taste of The Venus Package, and most certainly not the last. 

Chapter Text

The alarm went off, filling the room with a synthetic buzzing that was at once demanding and insistent. 

Angelica did not care.

She didn't want to listen to the alarm. She didn't want it to dictate what she should or should not have done. For the first time in her life, perhaps, she didn't want an alarm to tell her to get out of bed. For a strict, severe woman such as herself, that was tantamount to character assassination; so unlike her that her parents would express concern, she was sure. Yet, she didn't care. She did not want to leave the relative safety of her bed, and she did not want to get up. Really, all she wanted to do was lay there and die. 

Her body was tired, and her mind was weary. She felt like death, and she would happily fall into those sweet arms if she could just avoid the shame and embarrassment of what she was feeling. The things she'd done - the things she'd been forced to do -weighed heavily on her mind. The way that the Cruise attendants and some random masseuse had just used her for an entire night, treating her like their fucktoy for a good ten hours non-stop, still left her flushing.

She could remember each act they'd forced her to commit, each pose they had urged her into. Angelica liked to use the word forced to steady the idea that she hadn't wanted any of it, but that, too, was the furthest thing from the truth. She had liked it. She had wanted it, and expressed her joy at the top of her lungs time and time again, through endless, mind-shattering climaxes. It was all so intense that it had left her dizzy, and there was no hiding just how much joy she'd taken out of it. 

That had been three whole days ago. It was Monday, and the night of undiluted lewdness still weighed on her as if it had been the night before. The shame of what she'd done, the embarrassment of it all, it took a toll on her structured mind. She still felt the cocks plugging up her throat and reaming out her throat, and she had no idea how to get rid of the thoughts other than laying in her room and just wanting to melt away into nothingness. 

She suspected it was a result of the cursed implants they'd given her. They infected her mind, making her needy and receptive to the advances of the futanari: she was primed for their cocks and their desires, and her body could only take joy in it. At least, so she suspected it; it was hard to be sure, because the clarity of the next morning had taken away any of her thoughts, leaving her mind clear but the details muddy. All she really remembered was that, at some point, she’d totally lost sense of herself, as if her brain had glossed over the dirty details and only focused on the two cuties that had taken advantage of her. 

Suspicion didn’t help her all that much. She felt as if there was something terribly wrong with it all, but her mind refused to yield precious details on what had happened in depth; it all just seemed to run together. There was even less she could do about it, too. There was no way to escape her Platinum bondage, not without a saw to cut through the tough bonds or some software to sever the neural link she could feel at the back of her mind, keeping her interfaced. With her mind a tight knot of frustration and angst, her normally high intelligence seemed to leave her and reduce her down to a level where she couldn't formulate a proper plan of ‘escape’ other than just sitting there and avoiding all stimulation. 

Angelica would have been happy to lay in bed in shame and wait to die for the entire weekend if she could - she was pretty much counting down the sweet hours that her 'trial run' had left. Lori, though, made that hard. She wasn't willing to let her just lay around when she finally got her Platinum, as she so fondly expressed, and despite Angelica's shame and embarrassment and pure, utter mortification, she couldn't stop the buxom redhead from tugging her along and urging her out to see all the new sights the Cruise had opened for her.

The prospect of hanging out with her best friend should have been enough for her, but she couldn't snap out of her funk. It didn't help that, throughout the weekend, as Lori dragged her from spot to spot, she saw shadows in every corner; metaphorical, of course, but it seemed like each Futa saw her, recognized the Platinum accessories for what they were, and leered. There were winks, there were suggestive comments, and there were studly-looking Futanari at every corner, just waiting to snatch her up and take her away - she just knew it. 

Worse, the implants made her want the attention. Little tingles ran through her, leaving her receptive to the suggestiveness of it. It took all of her willpower to shove the sensations away each and every time, but she knew the accessories were working at her, leaving her a knot of frustration that only the passengers would be able to satiate - and she didn't want that. She definitely didn't want that

She was a far cry from Lori, who bounced around from place to place eagerly. Angelica didn't even have it in her to berate her choice of slutty clothing, and could only watch her magnificent ass bounce and her fat tits shudder with each enthusiastic skip and pull. As if that wasn't bad enough, as if the weekend had not already been a horrible mess, Angelica was faced with the worst prospect of all:

The Goon Squad. 

Syd and her friends just seemed to be there whenever Lori dragged her. Not all at once, maybe just one or two at a time, but they were there and they were most certainly ready to 'appreciate' her again. Lewd, suggestive comments, forward acts, grazing touches and firm words - they laid it all on thick. Sasha all but caressed her hips, Jordan cupped her ass, and all manners of lewd things that were wholly inappropriate and left her face flushing.

And only flushing , she learned. Her normally sharp mind, cutting wit, and clever tongue were all left gooey and muddy. The morning after her fucktoy-session had left her with perfect clarity, but over the course of the weekend, and after every successive interaction with the Goon Squad, she felt less in control of herself. It was as if her facilities were leaving her at the same time that the burning frustration filled her, leading her to a suspicious correlation between her level of arousal and her ability to simply say 'no'.

It was not a good correlation.

"Plat, huh?" Syd had said at one point as she just reached forward and slapped Angelica's ass as if she owned her, and where the blonde would normally bite back fiercely, she could only offer a strained gasp. "New you were just one of the bitches. bet that trial run feels real nice, uh?"

Angelica couldn't say no, and neither could she say yes. She felt as if she could barely say anything at all. Their every joke and flirty comment reminded her of what she'd done during her foursome, and it all left her cheeks feeling warm and her skin clammy. It wasn't an embarrassment, and it wasn't shame that caused such reactions; it was hot flashes of arousal, and that bothered her more than she could ever hope to admit. 

Maybe the Goon Squad knew it, too. They knew how to probe at her sweet spots, knew how to make the right sort of innuendos to get her going. They riled her up with their words and their remarks, and her ability to fight against it was diminished each and every time that it happened; her remarks less calculated, less cutting, more like the pathetic attempts to fight them off that they were. Worse, their words were choice; clever, and indicative. You seem to like gangbangs, Syd had said; maybe I could give you a massage? Sasha had offered; We're great at airtight threesomes , Andrea had suggested.

Simple things, but with Angelica's shame and lurking paranoia, it made her seriously wonder fit the Goon squad had somehow seen the recording of her gangbang. She wasn't sure one way or the other, but it added a sort of malevolence to their words and their suggestions, and she didn't like it one bit. Candi and Brandi had promised no one would see, but she didn't trust them one bit any longer - and if they did spread it, if her body and her shame were plastered over their internal network for the futanari to enjoy, she...

Angelica did not know what she would do, but it all contributed to her desire to just lay back on her bed and die.

Maybe not actually die, but something close to just disappearing from the dreaded Venus Package.

That was easier thought than done, though, what with Lori dragging her out of bed and people ready to accost her at every available opportunity. It was almost amusing to her; avoiding the Goon Squad was one thing, but avoiding the attendants? Brandi and Candi? Nearly impossible, what with their reach and sway; they practically had trackers on her to follow her every move. That might have been just her paranoia speaking, but the way the twins encountered her as she trekked around the ship, and how Yevonne seemed to just show up whenever she was needed, it left her skin prickling and hair on end.

Their knowing looks and subtle touches left her wanting to just curl up and hide - or, worse, soak herself in a bubble bath and just finger-bang herself to high heaven - and Lori teased her incessantly about it. She couldn’t handle any of it for the entire weekend, and it left her dizzy and flush-faced to increasingly intense degrees. If Lori wasn’t around while she roamed the ship, she just knew she would make for easy prey. And, in her paranoid state, she felt as if everyone else knew it, too. She felt -

“Angelica!” Lori called, and Angelica practically jumped on her bed. 

“Oh, for -”

“Hey!” Lori chirped cheerfully as she all but barged through the room from their interconnected door, and Angelica shuddered. “‘Morning!”

She swallowed thickly. “M-Morning…”

Her friend was wrapped up in another skimpy bikini as if trying to make herself look as hot as physically possible, and for a woman as voluptuous and thicc as her, it wasn’t hard. Somehow, the fact that she had a pair of booty shorts on only made her look even sluttier, with her ass hanging loose from cloth that should have been conservative and a deep whale-tail formed out of her bikini such that it looked obscene. Tits bulged against her top, and the fabric was visibly weighed down by their immense size. She was all rolling curves and heavy cleavage, and even Angelica couldn’t help but stare.

“Oh, don’t look so glum ,” Lori said, her voice all bubbly and bright in a way that Angelica’s simply was not. “We’ve been having so much fun!”

“ You’ve been having so much fun,” she muttered, her hands pulling her sheets up her body to emphasize that she wasn’t going to have any of it today. “Just go do your thing by yourself, today… or something. I’m not -”

“Today?!” Lori sputtered before laughing. “But today is the big party, Angelica!”

Realization slowly dawned. “The -”

“-Platinum Level Party!” Lori said cheerfully. She almost skipped through her room as she moved toward the bed, and the blonde flinched. “You totally can’t miss that .”

“I… Really don’t think it’s for me,” she said hesitantly, her mind already flooding over with more lewd situations, more innuendos, and more compromising situations. After seeing what went on aboard the Venus Package, she really did not want to see what a party for platinum members had in store. “I’m, uh - not feeling good?”

“Lies,” Lori accused, and grabbed her blankets.

“Lori, no,” she whined, grabbing hold of them from the other end.

“You are not skipping out on one of the best parties ever, ” the redhead insisted, and tugged hard. Blankets were sent flying in seconds as she overpowered the lax blonde, and a body almost as curvaceous as hers was revealed to the open air - steep curves, lush waistline, and soft, peachy skin. Angelica groaned in defeat and curled on her side, not at all content. 

“Lori,” she said again, hoping to find some words to convey her dread at the Platinum Party that was supposed to be held on the front deck, but she didn’t. “I -”

“I can’t believe you’re like this,” Lori said petulantly as she threw a bikini at her body. “After finally having a successful romance after so long -”

Angelica whipped up, the thrown bikini sliding down her torso as she sputtered indignantly. “I did not have a successful romance!”

Her redheaded friend only hummed. “The way that sexy masseuse was eyeballing you says otherwise…”

Angelica trembled. She did so because her mind and body very much agreed that Yevonne was incredibly sexy and that she had been eyeballing her, and the recollection of her amazing sex had her insides coiling into a frustrating knot. It made her want the sweetness of relief, and the urge of it was so suddenly strong it almost made her fingers dig into her palms. “T-that’s nothing. It’s nothing, Lori.”

“Didn’t look like that,” her friend hummed in a sing-song voice, and Angelica flinched again. 

“No. Just, no.” She shook her head. “I’m not doing that, or her, or -”

“Angelica!” Lori giggled. “Don’t be like that! She’s hot, and you deserve a summer fling.”

“I don’t want a summer fling,” she scoffed, scandalized and annoyed. “Especially not with someone like her.”

Lori pouted. “Girl… you need to get your priorities straight.”

She sputtered indignantly. “They are straight???”

Lori waved her eyebrows, as if her words meant nothing. “Look, I’m totally okay with you being me and Syd’s third if you’re not getting lucky, y’know?”

“W-what the f - It’s not about me getting lucky! ” She shook her head and scoffed derisively. “I've got no interest in her, or - or anyone, for that matter, I’m not -”

“Hey, you seemed pretty engaged with her when you guys were talking the first time,” Lori hummed, and Angelica huffed. “Oh, and over the weekend, you seemed to like talking with her.”

Angelica grit her teeth. She knew why that was, and she understood the strange emotions that had been filling her every hour since; she couldn’t say why they were present or what they were for, but she definitely did not indulge in the thoughts any longer than she had to. 

“Not at all,” she almost hissed. 

“You guys were getting all friendly,” Lori hummed in a sing-song tune, “touching, rubbing, talking, flirting…”

Molesting and verbally abusing me, Angelica scoffed, but held back from saying the words to Syd’s ‘girlfriend’. Instead, she worked her jaw and held firm, reiterating a solid, “absolutely not my type of girl, or type of interactions.”

Lori sighed as if her answer was the most boring thing in the world. “Angie, don’t lie to yourself! You were letting Sasha touch you, you had Jordan flirting - heck, Andrea was flirting and touching you, it was super hot -”

“-That wasn’t of my own volition!-”

“-So I could totally hook you up with one of them, if you want me to?” She waggled her brows. “They’d be thrilled to have you hanging off their arm, you know?”

Angelica’s mortified face was red. “That is so objectifying, Lori!”

Lori laughed. “Not at all! It’s super -”

“ Stop. ” 

Lori stopped, and raised a smug brow. 

Angelica waved her hand. “I don’t care about Syd, okay? Or her dumb friends, or the Cruise, or the party, I just -” 

Lori grabbed her legs, and she whined. “Lori!”

Lori all but dragged her out of bed, and her musical giggling filled the room. “Girl, you’re not gonna just sit there and wait, okay? We’re getting you all dolled up for tonight -”

“- Nooooo - ”

“ Yes,” Lori insisted, pulling on her body. “I will drag you out of bed, out of this room, and down the hallways if I have to, Ange. No two ways about it!”

Honestly, Angelica wanted to fight back with all of her heart and soul - but it was too early in the morning to fight, too early to protest, and her body was a frustrated tangle of emotions that she so rarely felt that the energy to fight just wasn’t there. The Venus Package seemed to soak into her very pores, draining her energy and replacing it with something far headier and far more infectious, and she didn’t know what to do about it. 

“Uhg,” she groaned as she hit the floor. “Fuck, Lori. You’re a slave driver.”

“Just for you, darling,” Lori winked - then threw some sort of clothing at her face, to which Angelica sputtered indignantly. 

“H-hey!”

“What? It’s a good look!”

“Good look my ass!”

“It is a good ass-”

“ Don’t you dare finish that!”

When Lori said ‘dolled up’, she seriously meant dolled up. She dragged her to all the high-end stores that had opened up thanks to her Platinum band, and though there were a great many still locked off for those of the elusive higher tiers, there was plenty for a girl like Lori to feast her rapacious attention on. Clothing stores, makeup stores, shoe stores, jewelry stores, all those and other things besides, as if it was all designed to be as chic as possible.

Despite Angelica’s very verbal protests that she did not want to get dolled up or buy anything of the like, Lori was having none of it. She literally dragged her by the wrist from store to store at her friend’s behest and dictation, offered no sway or opinion in the matter and very simply dragged to and fro. In the clothing store, she all but had a pair of short-shorts and a backless top thrown at her - something that would reveal her side-boob entirely, and given the size of her chest, show off her stomach, too, but Lori didn’t seem to care for the implicit lewdness.

Angelica would have said the dress she got was better, but the high slits and the thirteen cut-outs around her stomach left more skin on display than she could believe, much to her flushing shame. Lori, though, treated it as if it was all normal, and the attendants readily heaped compliments onto the blonde’s buxom body in her new little outfits, to mixed reactions. She was almost surprised by just how much their words affected her, as if the little compliments were something she actually wanted to hear. 

She was thankful that Lori’s frantic pace didn’t leave much time to linger, but she didn’t enjoy how she was just tugged along so recklessly and enthusiastically. She acted as if it was a shopping day at a Mega-Mall, but it was all in the shopping district of a cruise ship the size of a small city. She picked up a good four other types of bikinis and swimsuits - of which there were many - before Lori seemed vaguely satisfied with their clothing haul, and most of it was stuff Angelica imagined she’d never wear. It was slutty; most of the stuff was, it seemed, with more skimpy and borderline-pornographic outfits than she could believe. She had not even thought that bikinis could get more skimpy than they already were, but she quickly learned new and obscene things that seemed almost exclusive to the ship itself. 

Angelica honestly lost track of how many clothing stores they went into before they reached the jewelry store - could have been six, could have been a dozen, and she was thankful by the time they went to something other than sluttily-cut clothing. The jewelry store was fairly innocuous, at least, with little room for overt lewdness on display - not that there was all that much, because she found much of the store partitioned off for different levels of membership, locking away the good stuff, as Lori put it, behind memory-glass made opaque through a technological veil.

“What do you think would look hot?” Lori asked at one point, holding up a pair of silvery, heart-shaped earrings, and a slick nub that could have been a navel piercing or something more lewd. “This, or this?”

Angelica did not answer at first. She could see that most of the jewelry had some measure of electronics in them; little interfaces that could do things, depending. Most were erogenous, as that was how they were designed nowadays: extra little bits of pleasure, sensitive spots to heighten the senses. Others could do fancier things depending on the circumstance, and none of it appealed to Angelica. Not after she’d learned about the software add-ons of the Gold and Platinum memberships, and not after understanding just how much the accessories could interface with her.

“Whatever,” she said thickly. “Whatever you think looks - looks hotter.”

“I’m kinda asking you,” she giggled. 

“I dunno,” was her vague reply. “You look good in pretty much everything, so…”

“Oh, thanks!” Lori said cheerfully, and that was enough to deflect the conversation away from Angelica’s opinions. 

She mostly just followed the redhead around as she looked through the jewelry store, deciding on which piece of accessory to put on her card. None of the stuff was exactly cheap, and when Lori decided to go for a navel piercing the shape of a pure platinum ball and a set of earrings set with red gems the colour of her hair, Angelica almost bit her lip at the price - not expensive, to be sure, not with their salaries, but not just simple spending money. 

Then, she only gulped as Lori leaned into the counter, her breasts pushing against her crossed forearms and creating a deep valley of cleavage to lose one’s mind into, and smiled prettily. “Wow. Pricey. No discounts for a Plat?”

“The discounts are handled in the back store, ma’am,” the well-dressed attendant behind the counter said. She was a smooth-looking young thing that had to be just about twenty, with chestnut brown hair that ran over one shoulder in a sweep and nothing but silver neural implants on the other side of her brown hair. She looked too young to be doing any of what she was doing, but the clearly good looks and refined features indicated good breeding. 

“Aw,” Lori pouted, “I kinda don’t have time for that right now…”

The attendant just smiled professionally. “Ma’am, for someone like you, I can make an exception.”

Lori bit her lip and grinned. “My room number work?”

The brunette inclined her head. “Ten-percent off per hour.”

“After the party - and the afterparty - I can be free for as long as you want.”

The attendant hummed. “Eighty percent off, then.”

Lori smiled and bounced, sending her breasts wobbling. “Sounds amazing, babe!”

“I’m inclined to agree,” the brunette said very, very professionally, but her words were anything but.

Angelica was still musing on the fact that Lori had just exchanged sex for a discount when they were walking out of the store. Her face almost blanched as she stared at her carefree, redheaded friend out of the corner of her eye, trying to work out just how easily she’d done it, and how little shame she showed in it. There was no hiding the fact that she essentially whored herself out for a good portion of a day on a cruise just for a discount, and then just how readily she’d done so for a smaller girl that was clearly much younger than her.

“Uhm,” she’d started at length, “is that… did you really want that discount…?”

“Why not?” Lori asked, her head cocked. “This stuff can get expensive! ”

“But…” She swallowed thickly. “You never do that stuff elsewhere…. Right…?”

Lori raised an eyebrow. “This is the Venus Package, Angie. Gotta live a little, y’know?”

She was starting to get the idea of what the Cruise meant, and she wasn’t at all liking it. “But… You just…”

“Hey, she’s probably a great shag, you know?” Lori chirped, all bubbly and bright and earnest as she dragged Angelica along. “And she was super cute.”

Angelica just flushed in shame and second-hand embarrassment, while Lori unabashedly dragged her along. She didn’t need to go into half the stores they did, and it was all purely so that the two could have a shopping day before the ‘main event’ of the night - and each second that ticked down had her anxiety building up more and more, making her feel flustered and hot. 

“We don’t need to go for shoes, ” she protested as she was pulled along to the next store on their seemingly endless trip, and Lori only laughed at her words. 

“What kind of outfit is complete without shoes?”

“We’re going to be wearing swimsuits!”

“So?” Lori flashed a perfect grin. “We all gotta look our best!”

“For what ?” She complained. “For what?”

“Look,” Lori said earnestly, her hand waving out to show off the multitude of racks of shoes on display. “A girl could get lost in here for hours, Ange. Hours. ”

“Objectification,” she protested firmly.

“There’s so much!”

“Materialistic.”

“It’s amazing. ”

“It’s not,” she huffed, but she couldn’t deny that it was exceptional. There were at least a hundred pairs of shoes in dozens of designer brands, and they all ranged from high heels to boots to simple slips and flats that were very nice indeed - but ultimately pointless, because she wasn’t about to range into fetish wear and put on some fuck-me heels with a swimsuit. 

“I’d have to agree that it is,” a smooth voice interrupted, and Angelica instinctively flinched. She knew the voice and who it was, and where she went rigid, Lori beamed with excitement. She bounced and waved her hand eagerly to see it, and that had her licking her lip in concern.

“Linda! Hey!” Lori beamed, and Angelica flinched. 

She turned, and sure enough, their boss was right behind them, a gentle smile on her lips. She was just the same as always: tall, athletic, her face smooth and refined to a remarkable degree, and her midnight-black hair perfectly curled against the side of her face. Even without her many stylists on hand during the Cruise she looked like a million-dollar woman, and Angelica swallowed thickly to see her. It was the first time on the cruise so far that she’d seen her, and it was a shock.

Mostly, it was a shock because of her many dresses. She was used to seeing power-suits and well-fitted blazers, not a bikini - and extremely tight-fitting swimsuit that hugged her curves with somewhat more modesty than Lori’s, but was still exceedingly scandalous on a woman of Linda’s curvature and size. The blue fabric looked positively strained by her curves, the flesh of her fat breasts pushing it out and the size of her hips making the thick line of her bottoms appear to dig into the pale skin.

Linda was a woman of Angelica’s size and curvature, and seeing her dressed in something so comparatively not powerful to a suit was almost shell-shocking. It tore the rug out from under her feet, making her brain sputter like a failing processor. She didn’t know what to stare at: her boss’s face, done up with make-up, her tits, bunched up so perfectly in her swimsuit, or the athleticism of her stomach and thighs, which toned down her apparent thiccness in favour of something far more defined.

It was the most bare skin she had ever seen - or thought she would see - on her boss, and her mind was a stuttering mess because of it. The way she so proudly displayed her Diamond Level Three membership on top of that, the highest membership Angelica had seen thus far, was only making it worse for her - the choker around her neck and the bracelets around her wrist were standard fair, but she had on earrings and a navel piercing in the exact same style, too, indicating that they were membership accessories. Worse, Angelica was pretty sure if she looked closely enough she could make out the shape of barbell piercings under her bikini top, indicating that her nipples were pierced, too.

Angelica was sure her boss hadn’t had those before, but she wasn’t exactly staring at her tits all day to be certain. 

“You’re looking great, ” Lori gushed, and Angelica only swallowed awkwardly. “Getting all ready for the party?”

“Absolutely,” Linda quipped. Her face sparkled with perfect make-up, and her hair, on closer inspection, looked positively lustrous. “Wouldn’t miss the opening event for the world.”

“It’s going to be amazing, ” Lori gushed. “And you look totally ready for a good time!”

“I imagine you two will as well,” was their boss’s smooth reply. “A good salon trip will make you two the stars of the show, I’m sure.”

“If Felicia doesn’t snatch up Angelica first, that is,” Lori laughed, pulling on Angelica's shoulder and knocking their hips together. The blonde blushed and looked away awkwardly, while their boss just raised a dark brow. 

“Oh, I hear our resident supermodel is otherwise engaged,” Linda drawled, but she eyed up Angelica as she said the words. “But… I’d see why that would be. Have you two met?”

“Uh - yeah, she was, uh, t-talking to me,” Angelica stammered, a shy smile on her face. “She was… nice?”

“I’d bet so,” Linda said with a smile. “ Very nice.”

“Absolutely,” Lori chimed in, and Angelica flushed. 

“She seems… nice,” Angelica followed, if only to stay something. “S-so… she’s a supermodel?”

“Think top five in the world,” Linda told her with lips curling in amusement, “then think, who would be on top of them? And you’d find Miss Hernandez there.” 

“Oh.” Her voice was small. She tried not to think about the image the words painted or Felicia at all, because the simple configuration of the lady-killer that had flirted with her left her brain feeling all gooey. “Well, I didn’t - didn’t know.”

“Which makes it so much more romantic,” Lori gushed, and Angelica just slapped her shoulder.

“Stop it,” she said awkwardly. “It’s not.”

Linda smiled at the two of them. “So, how has your cruise so far been? I’m very interested to know if our little Angelica has been entertaining herself - or with some people to show her a good time…?”

Angelica stiffened. There was something in her words and her tone that almost seemed like - like a cat playing with its food. A little smug curl to her lips, a knowing lilt to her words, and deliberate choices that could be interpreted in different ways. Her mind, still paranoid and seeing threats in every shadow, wondered if Linda was just as in the know as the Goon Squad were.

She forced the paranoia down on the next moment, unwilling to see her boss in any bad light. “W-well, uh, it’s been… interesting so far?”

“Mhm, I’d say,” Linda hummed. “You got Gold fairly early on, no? Very impressive.”

“You know abou-” She paused, and held herself back as Yevonne’s words echoed in her mind. “R-right. Uh, I didn’t really do anything; just kinda, uh, walked around and the like. There’s - there’s a lot to do on the ship. I’m continually impressed by the, uh, facilities, a-and stuff -”

Her words were awkward and stilted, as her nerves stole away her ability to act coherent and intelligent. She was a flustered mess, and working past that was almost impossible. The way that Lori’s hand settled against the small of her back certainly didn’t help her, and Linda’s almost knowing grin left her feeling butterflies in her stomach. 

“It does have all sorts of things on board,” Linda replied. “It’s basically a small city. You wouldn’t know this, but there were plans to get the blueprints streamlined for military applications - bases at sea, proper army-barracks and the like. Then, there were thoughts of water-based cities… but, I digress.” She inclined her head. “Finding it all to your liking?”

That was a question so loaded Angelica didn’t want to answer, but she just swallowed hard and nodded. “Y-yeah. It’s, uh, a lot more than I expected out of it, I can say that with confidence.”

“Told you it was a one-of-a-kind experience,” said Linda. Her lips flicked up as her cybernetic eyes shone, and Angelica swallowed thickly. “Meet anyone fun, perhaps? I hear some of the attendants can be fairly fun playmates…”

Angelica gulped. “Not really. Everyone is pretty - friendly, that's a good word for it, but no. I’ve just been keeping to yourself?”

Linda’s lips pulled down into an almost fake-looking line. “Oh. That won’t do, dear; you should absolutely be making friends and connections on this wonderful cruise! I can even introduce you to some, if you’d like?”

“I-I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry, Ms - er, Linda.” She tried for a smile. “I’ve just been doing my own thing, exploring the ship. I’ve - I’ve been shopping with Lori, I’ve gone to the library and the Gym, I, uh - I got a massage? And- “

“Oh, the massages, hm?” Linda hummed. “I so do love those. They get nice and handsy with you, and there’s always a happy ending with them…”

She fidgeted at the choice of words. “They’re pretty good? At their job, of course -”

“-Of course,” Lori parroted.

“-As I expect from a ship like this,” she finished, then smiled awkwardly. “I doubt any expenses were spared.”

“Absolutely,” Linda assured her. “I’m very glad to see you’ve been having fun - though, the Platinum almost assures me of that. Free trial?”

“Y-yeah,” she stammered thickly, resisting the urge to reach up and touch her collar. “I -”

“Did you enjoy the orientation the twins perform?” Linda asked, and her voice became distinctly throatier. “They’re really rather good at that.”

“O-orientation?” Angelica bit her lip. “T-they didn’t really say much. They might have glossed over it.”

“That doesn’t sound like them,” Linda said slowly, “they're usually very hands-on.”

Angelica flushed as she recalled the gangbanging. “I guess they forgot.”

Linda chuckled. “I’m sure they did.”

“R-right.” Angelica tried not to flush at the suggestive tone of voice. “And that’s… pretty much all I did. I’ve been exploring.” 

“But you’ve been having fun?” Linda asked, brow raised in question, and Angelica nodded as fluidly as she could manage.

“Y-yeah,” she stammered thickly.

Linda stared at her for a long, long moment, then smiled. “That’s good. I’m relieved to hear you’re, at least, taking to the Venus Package.” Her hand reached out to set itself on her shoulder, and Angelica gulped. “Happy to see you’re relaxing for once, too. You’re always so stressed at work; the sight of you in a bikini certainly does… wonders.”

She smiled earnestly, but the way eyes flicked down to check her out left her stomach coiling nervously. It didn’t last long, though, because she was inclining her head and nodded at Lori in the same breath, clearly done with their brief interaction. “Now, I am sorry to cut this short before we’ve properly talked, but I’ve got a fitting in a few moments before I head off to my own massage, and I’d rather not be late for any of it.”

“Totally get you,” Lori said emphatically, hand still on Angelica's lower back. “I wouldn’t wanna miss any of that, either - ‘sides, we’ve got to get all dolled up just like you, too!”

“Mhm,” Linda hummed. Eyes looked down into Angelica’s, and she was surprised by the emotion she saw buried there. “I'll catch up with you two later, at the party." The look she gave Angelica was loaded. "I'm sure it'll be an eye-opened oforyou."

Angelica furrowed her brow in sudden confusion, and both Linda's and Lori's faces split with grins. It was brief, though, and Lina offered her brusque good-byes to the two of them as she moved along, leaving her in confusion. The amusement remained on her redheaded friend's face as she squeezed her shoulder, and she looked up with something like hesitance etched across her features.

"So... Linda's going to be there, too?"

"Yeup," Lori puffed. 

"Uh-huh." Angelica nodded. "And... she expects me to be there."

"Seems like it." Lori leaned in and rubbed their shoulders together. "Still gonna try to butter her up?"

"W-what?" Angelica shook her head as if that hadn't been her intention the entire time she'd set foot on the ship. "That's hardly why- "

"-Hey, I'm just saying," Lori giggled, "She and I got closer after our first cruise, so if that's your goal..." She winked as she wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her in, sending a shoulder crashing into a soft, fluffy tit. "...Time to party up, Ange!"

Angelica huffed. "...Yeah, yeah, Lori. I get the hint..."

The salon was expansive, that was for certain. It was one of three salons set in a row on the upper decks, and the long, floor-to-ceiling window offered a view of the thin strip of balcony and the brilliance of the sea just outside. There were more salons on the lower floors that had less of a view for the sub-Plat members, and she was assured by Lori that there were much better ones for the above-Plat members on the floors above, but she could hardly see why they would be necessary.

The one she was in was comprehensive - almost ludicrously so. There was every conceivable thing there under the sun, and even with limited occupancy, the two others beside it -and she was sure it was mirrored on the other end of the colossal sea-faring vessel - made sure there was enough for the people that needed its services. There were nail stylists rubbing shoulders with hairstylists rubbing shoulders with skin-care experts and dermatologists, and the neatly partitioned rooms indicated more expressive facilities that used nanotech to uplight features and add youthful brightness to skin.

It was more like a salon for an A-list actress rather than a simple cruise ship, and it really put her on the back foot. The chair she was on alone was more ludicrously high-tech than she expected: a massage chair with ten functions, a set of docks for neurals to hook into offering ambient music and wetware-cleaning routines, and a neat little tub at her feet to wash her feet and soak them in water-jets like a jacuzzi. She had one girl working on her toenails, another on her fingernails, and someone was going at her hair, too, cleaning and styling the luscious gold with determination.

She couldn't lie and say it wasn't nice; it was actually fucking spectacular. She loved it. That kind of thing was certainly her favourite method of relaxation, and she couldn't stop biting her lip at the feeling of a comb going through her hair or the jets washing over her feet - much less the massaging chair working at all of her muscles at once. She didn't even mind that she'd been forced into a fluffy bathrobe with nothing beneath; the feeling of it was all intoxicating, and she happily allowed her breasts to splay out against her chest as she reclined there in pleasure.

Compared to Lori, at least, she wasn't flashing the staff with her mountainous breasts. 

The other women around them were in various, similar states of relaxation and lounging, though there was some animated conversation between friends and staff. It was all above the belt, however, with none of the vague recollections she had of Yevonne's massage room. There was no oil that left her hot and flushed, and no woman with wandering hands to make her want to spread her legs wide. She warily eyed every oil that was taken out, too, but it was all normal and innocuous - totally safe, as far as she understood it.

So she reclined there, letting the massage work at her back, the girls worked on her nails, and the stylist run fingers through her hair in the way she so loved. The same happened to Lori beside her, and the two women indulged in the pleasurable salon experience the Venus Package offered them. 

"The ones downstairs," Lori was saying, "don't have the feet-jacuzzis, you know?"

"I don't," Angelica replied softly, loving the way her golden hair was run through fingers. 

"And the chairs don't have the full suite; just, like, the basic rollers," Lori continued, and Angelica sighed. Basic rollers didn't sound very basic at all, but feeling the ten different motors work and knead at the length of her backside made her reconsider. 

"I can - I can see the benefits of Platinum," she groaned, not at all sure why she said the words after experiencing the lewdness the ship had to offer, but still very much adoring the experience she got. "I don't see how the upper floors could be better..."

The staff giggled, and Lori huffed. "Girl, I can't wait to find out."

Angelica was almost inclined to agree.

"Would you like a specific style, Ma'am?" The stylist asked her, and she blinked up at her. 

“Oh, uh, I usually just -”

Lori whipped out a finger, and everyone blinked. “Don’t you dare do your hair like usual! Get it down, Angie! Let loose!”

“Uhm… Okay?” Angelica just shrugged. “Sure? Do it down, I suppose.”

Lori hummed as the masseuse said, “very good, Ma’am.”

Angelica stared pointedly over at Lori just a moment later. “...Why does it matter?”

“Why?” Lori put on an amused face. “We’re trying to look good.”

“It’s a pool party,” she pointed out. “It’s entirely silly to be spending so much time on makeup and hair if we’re just going to a pool .”

“So?”

“So?” She blinked. “We’re going to get wet. It’s all going to be ruined. It’s pointless.”

Lori snorted out a laugh, and Angelica rather suspiciously was sure she heard similar giggles from others around them. “Sure, Angelica. Sure.”

Angelica humped. There wasn’t much else to be said that she hadn’t already gone through by that point; her friend remained vague on the details of the party, and refused to elaborate on why it was worth getting all dolled up when they were going to get it all ruined anyhow. After all the swimsuits they’d bought - or, rather, that Lori had bullied her into buying - it seemed practically comical. 

The pool is basically a nice decoration at this point, she thought rather glumly.

“I can hear you thinking,” Lori announced, and Angelica just glared at her. “Don’t. Just sit back, relax, and let the nice ladies get you all prettied up.”

“Sure,” she huffed, not willing to hear any more of her best friend’s silliness. That was that; she just leaned back, relaxed, and allowed herself the first measure of calmness that she’d felt since - well, since before the gangbang, in fact. 

She hoped it was a sign of things to come.

“Come on, Angelica,” Lori urged, pulling her along with force. Her hand was tight around her wrist and her grip was insistent, leaving the blonde no leeway to move. Their chests flopped in their tight-fitting bikinis as they rushed along, and asses did much the same as they hung part ways out of clinging bikini bottoms and booty-shorts. “I totally don’t want to be late!”

“You said it’s going to last all night,” she protested, “and it’s only half an hour since it’s started -”

“-Doesn’t matter!” Lori interrupted. She pulled her through familiar hallways down to the main deck, and found a guard at the entryway from that particular section. The electronic strips that were set around the frame of the open doorway flashed with colour, and it didn’t take long for Angelica to figure they were there to vet them as Platinum members; the way the security guard looked them over in the next moment made it perfectly clear. “We are so not gonna be late!”

“Geez, Lori,” she whined, watching as the electronic bands around the door subtly scanned their accessories and lit up in an approving colour. The security guard standing there only looked them over and verified their identities and membership levels with a floating computational device, and it took just a few moments. “What’s so special about this ?”

Lori looked almost offended. “It’s a par-”

“What’s special about this party in particular?” She asked in a voice like a sigh. “You’ve been hyped about it for hours- no, for days. Since we started this whole thing.” She shook her head. “Makes no sense.”

Lori laughed as the guard vetted their identities and gave them a go-ahead. “Angie, Ange, you’re gonna love this.” 

As she was tugged forward, she could only note the mischievous glint in her best friend’s eyes and the lilt to her voice - but she wasn’t swayed. “Lori, this had better not be some-”

“Angelica,” Lori hummed coyly, “It’ll be an eye-opening experience, okay?”

“That doesn’t - that doesn’t help me at all,” she complained almost petulantly.

“Trust me,” the redhead laughed mischievously, “this is something you don’t wanna miss.”

“Okay, miss marketing head,” she scoffed, “be all cryptic. See if I care.”

The ship hadn’t been empty when they moved - or, at least, the section they had been on. There were still many people out and about, it was simply a tad less busy as they moved from their rooms and to the party. It was easy to say why once they moved past the security doors and out onto the pool deck, showing off a massive crowd of individuals that made the bustling morass from every other day pale in comparison; every square inch was practically swallowed up by people, all of them with bands of Platinum and greater. 

All of that utterly paled in comparison to what she was actually seeing, though. Last time, the pool deck had all been borderline lewdness, all suggestive acts and activities where it looked like everyone was parading around for the purpose of drawing eyes and getting laid. It had been obvious to her, and as her paranoia grew, it was only all too clear that people there were looking to attract attention and get attention in turn - happy to be eyefucked as they sprawled out on tanning beds.

What she saw, though, was so far removed that it blew her mind and left her eyes wide-open. Little more than a stupified silence filled her brain as she looked out at the ‘Platinum-Plus Party’ everyone had been gushing about, which Lori had dolled them up for and dragged them into, and everything clicked into place. At least, insofar as she recognized it; there was so much going on that her critical mind failed to properly place it all together in any sort of coherent framework, but what she did know was that the party made the regular pool hours seem like a Church by comparison.

It was all lewds, all of it, every last little bit of it. It was a shameless, depraved sex-parade, and nothing less than that. Women weren’t just walking around in skimpy bikinis, but outfits that really were fetish-wear, all of them too low, too tight, too clinging, and too stringy to ever be worn in public without an indecency charge; some women just strutted around with what looked like stickers covering sensitive spots and nothing more, as if the barest of minimums was okay. They strutted around on fuck-me heels and platform pumps or simply bare feet as they moved across the deck, their skin rubbing against the bodies of others from the sheer, simple press of the crowd.

All of them, to a fault, wore it proudly. They happily strutted around with smiles on their faces, fingers nursing martini glasses that were being handed out like candy from the staff. Alcohol was so thick in the air Angelica could smell it, and more than one girl looked totally inebriated - but no one cared. Not one person cared. They sashayed around as if on parade, showing off their bodies like they were nothing more than pieces of meat to be ogled, every inch of their bodies dolled up for show - exactly like Lori and Angelica. 

Above it all hovered the Futanari; the ones that seemed to be in control of the cruise from the very start, who eyed the women like candy and meat to be devoured. It looked like the girls wanted to be devoured, based on how they were just proudly showing off across the deck in every which way possible, and there was not an ounce of shame to be found. Before, there had been heavy flirting, heavy touching, and on the rare cases, some outright PDA; Angelica had seen that all, and found it shameless. Now, though, there was none of that to be found - it was all taken up to the tenth degree, shifted into first gear and let loose without a hint of reservation.

Flirting was tossed aside in favour of public foreplay, with girls just getting snatched up by the Futanari as they walked along - no words exchanged, no talking or suggestive touching, just outright groping, hands sinking into the plump flesh of asses and the softness of breasts and squeezed away with force. Girls giggled as they were taken into arms and wrapped tight in hugs that hand palms slapping at asses and tongues lewdly locking, and others shuddered as they were tugged aside and pulled toward slightly more comfortable spots for much more physical acts.

Comfortable meaning the tanning beds and cabanas that littered the deck, and very much not any private venues. There was no hiding any of the lewdness - they were quite literally fucking, cocks swinging into the open air and sent plunging into fertile-looking bodies without reservation. It was straight-out sex, a literal orgy on the deck, and there was no hiding that fact: girls were swept up, passed around, and enjoyed by the hungry futanari, their bodies like nothing more than willing fucktoys for them.

She saw one girl snatched away from her mother by a powerful-looking Futa and just forced down onto her knees in the seconds before a cock flopped onto her face, and watched pupils dilate into the vague shape of hearts as they stared at it lovingly; she watched a trio of what could only have been lingerie supermodels worship the towering cock of a single tall blonde as she reclined on a tanning bed, lips casually sipping from a martini glass; she saw a woman getting reamed out at the bar right there in public without a hint of shame, only to be pulled out of, left a flushing, drooling mess, and passed over to a slender-looking futa that rather happily manhandled her and began her own feral rutting.

It was an orgy, no doubt about it. Angelica could very well see that it was a sex-party through and through, with any sensibility gone to the wind. Girls were getting passed around, eye-fucked, literally fucked, and used up like toys, and worst of all, they seemed to love it. Some of them even had leashed attached to their platinum chokers and were being led around by their ‘masters’, who had the handles connected to their platinum bracelets - and they all seemed perfectly happy with it, as if it was all totally normal.

And as she stared at it all, watching girls get picked up and fucked in the messy on-deck orgy, staring at the rows upon rows of tanning beds be used for the express purpose of laying girls down on their back to pound away between their spread legs, she came to a single realization: The Venus Package isn’t a cruise for singles at all.

At least, not in the way she’d understood it. The Futanari might well have been singles, but only insofar as they didn’t have one single pussy to tie them down. They were there to get laid, no strings attached, and however they wanted to get laid, and the women were there for that express purpose. It was a depraved, perverted sex cruise for the futas to fuck as many women as they pleased, and every single girl on board - at least, on the deck - was both in on it and loved it. There was on shame or reservation there, not as they committed to the adulterous orgy; they knew what they had signed up for, and they were loving it.

She knew such a thing shouldn’t have been possible. There was no way that the Cruise, working simply on word of mouth, would be able to find so many eager girls. Even in their city, a technological supercity, they didn’t have such rampant lewdness on the entire red-light towers. It was simply unfeasible. Not without significant use of drugs or some other stimulant, and even as the thought occurred to her, a horrible, horrible thought settled in - the finishing touches of her suspicion that had lingered all weekend, only glossed over in her memories because of the gangbang.

She, as a newly inducted Platinum, lost all control thanks to the twins, her mind made all glossy and pliable such that a gangbang had been possible, and she understood the effects of their massage oils and the like now; and from the way the platinum band was feeling so warm against her neck, and the way that, instead of shying away from the orgy, her neural interfaces pulsed with a faint soothing buzz, she understood that there was some other factor at play: The chokers, the bracelets, the accessories. 

Accessories with neural interfaces were rare, especially when they didn’t do anything overt - and she had no proof they didn’t. They could have been malware, or something else. It might have been her paranoia speaking, but the uncontrollable bouts of horniness that had plagued her all weekend was connected in her mind to the new platinum accessories she wore and seemingly could not remove, and her stomach sank with the realization that it was very, very likely they were doing something to her mind.

The sinister hardware wrapped around her wrists and neck was interfaced into her software, very likely doing something behind the scenes to turn her into a horny, plaint mess that could be gangbanged by strangers, and very likely, it was something mirrored in every other woman on the deck. Little bits and bobs of information quickly supported it: the way Felicia had been able to tap her bracelet and download their roomkeys, the way that the leashes she saw were connected to said bracelets, the way that Lori, Linda, and every other woman on the deck stroked their chokers with tender fingers…

She gulped as she stared at a dozen tanning beds set in a line, one of three rows, thirty-six in total, and saw how each one had a girl either flat on her stomach or on her back getting fucked silly by a hung futanari, and felt her choker pulse with an inner heat. It ran down to her core and made her mind buzz with pleasant warmth, and any sense of composure was lost to her; she whimpered. 

She, and every other woman on board, was either hacked, drugged, or manipulated by the cruise and their accessories to become the kind of depraved fuckdolls they needed to populate events like these. They, the female passengers, were the main draw for the futanari, and while some were totally willing like Lori seemed to be, there was no telling if they were a crazy nympho, a horny single, or someone that had been so re-wired that they were simple lusting for a futanari cock to take the edge off.

And I’d never even noticed, she thought as she stared at Lori, taking in her ecstatic reaction and choker-stroking madness and trying to connect it with the best friend she’d known since forever. She’d always been a bit of a slut, and she couldn’t say if it was a result of her first cruise, or the second, or if it was even more subtle than that, but it scared her.

“Isn’t it so hot?” Lori purred, seeming to take notice of her attention and flash her a broad, pearly-white grin. Her gorgeous features were highlighted by her perfectly stylized face, and it was made clear why they had gone to the salon; there was no intention of a pool party, and Lori wanted to look good as she got utterly fucking reamed out. 

“L-Lori,” she stammered thickly, and was shocked to hear how weak her voice sounded. She looked off to the orgy, watched a girl go down on a futa at the bar as the woman casually drank a beer and chatted with her friend, and shuddered. It was all so -

Lori wrapped her arms around her, and Angelica huffed. Her best friend’s large, lush breasts squished against her backside, and the feeling of pillowy softness made her breathing hike. Arms wrapped around her midsection and held tight, while a pointed chin settled into the curve of her shoulder. A hum passed through the busty redhead, and the blonde shuddered at her touch; a burning urge built in her stomach, a strange angst that wouldn’t go away, and it was accompanied by the firm buzz of her Platinum-level accessories.

“You understand, don’t you?” Lori gushed, her voice like a sigh. “All of this, all of us… ”

“Lori, this is so - so wrong,” she protested, and did not at all like the way her jaw chattered. 

“We told you it was going to be eye-opening,” Lori purred, talking right over her words. Her hands ghosted across her body, gently sliding across her lush skin - and she was ashamed to find her skin prickling and heating up at her friend’s touch. “Oh, I wanted to tell you so badly, but I just didn’t think you’d get it! I didn’t want to scare you; but now you know and I’m so happy that you do because gosh, keeping so many things a secret is a pain in the ass.”

Hands slipped across Angelica’s frontside, and hands rather eagerly cupped her breasts by their doughy undersides. Her breathing hiked up even more as her best friend pushed her breasts up from the bottom, sending the flesh dipping over her palms. A sigh left her lips at the soft caressing and eager touching, and she wasn’t at all sure what to do about it.

“Now I finally get to share it all with my best friend!” Lori gushed happily. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about it…” Her breath came out in a whisper, and hands dug into her chest. “...Or so horny, you know?”

Angelica whimpered. There wasn’t much more she could do as her chest was so shamelessly groped by her own best friend right there on the pool deck, in front of a massive orgy. Her titflesh was squished by someone she’d known since forever, and worse, her body was liking it. It tingled receptively at her touch and her eagerness, and even as the heavy flesh spilled out over her palms, a shudder ran along her spine. A pleasant buzz emanated from her collar, and it took all of her willpower to try and shake it aside and form a coherent, not-slutty thought.

“L-lori,” she stammered, struggling to pull away and just leave. “This isn’t you. I-it’s gotta be these chokers and stuff, you know? It’s probably some program; w-we don’t - we’re not supposed to be here -”

“Of course we are,” Lori pulled, tugging her right back against her and squishing breasts against her backside. Angelica whimpered at her touch and her firmness, and her spine quivered to feel fingers digging into her soft breastflesh. She was utterly mortified by her friend’s actions, but the more she tried to pull against her, the harder it was to escape. “It’s going to be so much fun, Angie!”

“I - no, it’s not,” she insisted, but her body shivered instead of pulling away from her grip. She bit her lip as her hands squeezed her boobs and hefted them up by their fat undersides, sending it all rippling outward in fleshy arcs. She didn’t know why it felt so pleasant, but it did - and it was shockingly hard to resist. “L-Lori, please, I just- I just don’t - I -”

“Shhh,” Lori hummed into her neck, her lips kissing at her neck with sudden passion. “It’s gonna feel so good…”

“Lori, this isn’t you,” she insisted weakly, “This isn’t us, we - we should -”

Her words fell on deaf ears. Any desire or attempt to talk sense into her friend was entirely pointless - it was her third trip on the Venus Package, and she doubted that level of mental augmentation and re-writing could be overturned by a few simple words. The way she was eagerly groping her chest and humming into her neck only reinforced her friend’s perversion, turning her into a pent-up sex-pot just as much as any of the others on the deck. She was fully indoctrinated into her new lifestyle, and nothing Angelica could do would snap her out of it.

Lori just unabashedly groped her breasts and kissed her neck, sending foreign thrills of sensation through her. She gasped softly as lips plucked at her soft skin and sent further tingles along her spine, and she bit her lip as hands squeezed her tits and sent the white flesh bulging out around her fingers. She hefted them and pushed them toward her chest, making them compress in soft rolls of side-boob; as Angelica whined softly she bounced them in her palms, sending the heavy D’s rippling with motion. 

“You’re so hot,” Lori husked against her neck, lips tugging and plucking at smooth skin. “This is going to be so, so awesome, Angelica.”

She squeezed her tits hard, and the blonde whined. Lips plucked at her skin and left it red with her lipstick, and she whimpered. She wasn’t sure why either had such a marked effect on her, but she suspected it was the accessories priming her body for that very thing, that very lewdness. Her mind was already boiling over, her core heating up, and the feeling of a lush body against her own and the sight of so much sex in front of them - all around them - was getting her frustrated beyond belief.

“Lori,” she whined, but Lori just purred against her jawline and nuzzled into the skin. 

“It’s about time you really got the full Venus Package experience,” Lori sighed happily. “Can’t wait to really see you work this gorgeous body. Everyone’s gonna love you…”

“I don’t want - I don’t want that,” she gasped, but her voice sounded pointless even to her own ears. Her protests were just weak, her sudden, uncontrollable frustration edging into her tone, and the heat building in her core demanded satisfaction. It was the same effect she’d experienced with the Twins, and it wasn’t at all hard to figure that their accessories were making them hornier than they could control. 

Would it be so bad? A strange part of her mind asked. Your friend knows how to make you feel good.

“So big,” Lori husked as she bounced her breasts, and another shudder passed through Angelica. “Mmmm…”

“I -” Angelica bit her lip and suppressed a groan as Lori’s fingers flicked her nipples through her bikini top, sending a delicious thrill through her body. “W-we - we can just go back to the room and t-take care of ourse-”

“Well, well,” a smug voice drawled, and Angelica’s blood went ice-cold. “What do we have here?”

Lori brightened up in one instant, and her beaming face turned away from Angelica’s neck. “Syd!”

Oh, no, Angelica thought, her heart sinking. 

Syd walked around them like a predator circling her prey, and Angelica’s horny mind looked her over with nothing short of arousal. She saw her lean-cut figure and her impressive, if teenaged, curves, and her body shuddered. Her short height and her punkish side-swept hair looked positively delicious to her manipulated mind, and she almost salivated at the sight of the bulge under her tight-fitting board shorts. She had no idea why the reaction was so positively visceral, but it scared her just as much as it aroused her. 

“Two hot babes just begging to be snatched up, huh?” Syd purred, speaking right over Lori’s greeting. Her lips were pulled into a smug grin, and as the rest of the Goon Squad hovered around them, she could see the same things on their faces. “All prettied up and ready for some cock?”

“Absolutely, babe,” Lori purred, and Angelica shuddered. 

“N-no,” was her whimpered reply, but Syd’s grin only widened. The entire Goon Squad was arrayed around them, but none spoke as they let their leader prowl around the two buxom ladies like a predator eying up her prey. They were all just as smug as she was, though, and as Angelica looked at each in turn, she was shocked by just how hot they left her feeling. 

Syd stared at her face. She grinned slowly, knowingly, and leaned in - and instead of pulling back, Angelica only whimpered. “Angelica. Didn’t think you’d be here, you uptight slut. Finally letting loose?”

She swallowed thickly. She would have berated her if she was in her right state of mind, but the degrading words only made her choker pulsate with a gratifying heat that left her weak in the knees. “I-I’m - I’m just about to leave -”

“No, you’re not,” Syd said firmly, and Angelica bit her lip weakly. “Think I’m going to let you slip free after finding you here? Not a chance, Angelica.”

Her hand cupped her chin, and Angelica whimpered. The punkish girl leaned in, her electric-blue dyed hair waving around her face. She stared into her eyes, just sort of hovering there, as if seeing the depths of depravity buried within and taking her measure of it. It held for a long, long moment, and her face got slowly redder while her core became somewhat wetter - anticipation boiling inside of her like a thundercloud ready to burst. 

“Looks like we’ve finally got the feisty blonde all to ourselves,” Syd drawled, and the rest of her gang whooped in excitement. “Man, been waiting to feast on you for a while. Luckily, we’ve got that nice cabana to do it in - don’t we, girls?”

“Fuck yeah!” Andrea cheered, seemingly the most excited of the group. Sasha raised a beer bottle, and the act was mirrored by Jordan. Yuki, instead, leaned in behind both Lori and Angelica, sliding her small body against theirs, and snapped a selfie of the three of them to post on her social media feed. Angelica’s face was thoroughly red at their eagerness and their actions, and she opened her mouth to protest - but no words came out.

“Yeah, let’s not waste any time,” Jordan grumbled a moment later, and Angelica squeaked at the same time that Lori squeaked; a sudden, sharp slap filled their ears, and the blonde just knew that the dark-skinned girl had swatted the redhead’s ass at full force. “I’m hard as a fucking rock thinking about these two broads, and there’s no point in wasting another second.”

No, she wanted to protest, but she couldn’t. She was left shivering in the circle of predatory futa teenagers, feeling very much like a doe between a pack of wolves. She looked at each in turn, flicking eyes over Sasha’s muscled form, Jordan’s smooth athleticism, Andrea’s brown-skinned tautness, and Yuki’s pale beauty, and found herself feeling horribly horny. She knew it wasn’t a natural reaction, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She swallowed hard. “I - I -”

Syd’s hand lashed out, and it connected with her sideboob in a powerful clap. The flesh rippled and bounced, and the skin stung from the force of it. She whined at the touch, while Syd smirked in satisfaction. In the next moment, she was grabbing Angelica by the back of her neck and pulling her forward, and Lori was quickly beset by both Andrea and Jordan, who surrounded her from either end and sent fingers stabbing deep into her soft ass. 

“Oh, so strong, ” Lori giggled happily as she was tugged forward, while Angelica did little more than pant as she was unceremoniously tugged along, pulled forward toward the cabana they had all first met in. There was no more to it than that, and the blonde panted hard as she was urged along in Syd’s powerful grip, her body weaker and more excited than ever.

She wanted to pull away and to stop it, wanted to just leave, but she couldn’t. She was hot and flushed and panting like a slutty mess from their simple guiding touch, and she felt like weak putty in their hands. Her modifications and accessories were leaving her totally pliable and pliant to their wishes, manipulating her mind in the right way to leave her horny for their touch, and even though she knew that was happening to her she couldn’t stop it.

“So hot,” Sasha said as she leaned in behind her, a hand slapping her ass and sending it harshly bouncing upward. The flesh ripped intensely and was sent cascading outward, and Angelica whimpered. “Fuck, can’t wait to break this gorgeous one in.”

“Top dog first,” Syd said casually, and Sasha sighed.

Jordan, instead, snickered. “Yeah, but I’m fucking this redheaded slut first?”

“I’m talking about me, bitch,” the punk said breezily, and Jordan snorted. 

Angelica just squeaked as Sasha’s hand dug into her ass and squeezed at her plentiful asscheeks, palming it all roughly and sending it spilling out around her. The broad, powerful woman leaned into her backside as she forced her forward with an eager step, and it was matched by Syd’s eagerly guiding hands which ravenously palmed her breasts and slipped along her stomach. She was manhandled along, and she loved every last bit of it, despite her mind’s wishes. She almost panted in lust as she was led into the cabana, unable to stop any of it.

Leave, her mind told her. Flee. You’re stronger than this.

You’re going to feel so good, another part of her said, and it was far sweeter than her analytical mind. You’ve been teasing them with your hot body for so long; it’s only fair that you let them get off with it. 

She whimpered as she was tugged into the cabana, separated from the rest of the messy orgy by a simple banister of wood. She wanted to leave so, so badly, and she wanted to stay so, so badly. Her body was so fucking hot that she couldn’t bear it, and she watched with hazy eyes as the futanari guided them in like their willing fuckdolls and pushed against their fat curves with unreserved desire - everything they had insinuated on the first day turned into solid fact. 

There was no hesitation at all. Her body was grabbed by their hands and pushed under the canopy, and fingers sank deeply into the flesh. Sasha groped her ass from behind, lips purring against her neck, and she whimpered as her bikini bottoms were all but wrangled by her strength. Syd did the same from the front, cupping her fat tits and just groping away with feral abandon, treating them like the fleshy milk-bags they were.

“She’s such a hot bitch,” Sasha said casually, her breath misting against her neck, and Angelica whimpered. 

“Hottest piece of ass here, ‘sides Lori,” Syd drawled out, slamming her palm into her breast. “I’ve been dying to tap her ass, for sure.”

“Absolutely,” Sasha assented. “She feels like putty. So soft. ”

“These corporation sluts are always the best ones,” Syd told her, speaking about Angelica as if she really were just a hot slice of meat to be explored. “Best skin and curves and all that jazz.”

She panted between them without being able to stop them in any way - in any way. She was a horny, plaint mess, a shadow of Angelica, her implants and accessories wearing her down until she felt exactly like she had been with the twins. She was helpless to their touches and their advances, and it was only her sheer power of will that stopped her from ending up like Lori - the redhead was already being shoved down onto her knees in front of Jordan and Andrea as they stood in front of her, their massive cocks swinging down - and they were massive. 

Eight, nine inches respectively, as big as they had looked on the livestream, and Angelica’s mouth genuinely watered. The sight of them left her craving; she wanted them. Her desire was clearly not her own, but volition had no place in it - she just had to have them, to please them, to slurp away at hard futa-cock until they gave her the next glorious hit and filled her with intoxicating pleasure, just like she’d felt a few days prior. 

She tried to hold back, and use her anger at the situation to distract herself. She tried to hold on to something, to anything, to keep her sense of mind. It almost worked, but when Yuki reached over, grabbed her hair, and yanked her head backward, her concentration was shattered. She whimpered as the teen took Syd’s place and set hungry lips against her neck and suckled hard, and she whined as breasts were mauled by young, greedy hands, which sent the white flesh bulging obscenely. Her bikini was like nothing more than a toy to them, just as forgettable as her sense of will and personality. 

“Such perfect fucking tits,” Yuki growled against her neck, and Angelica, instead of protesting, only sighed.

“She’s got great hips,” Sasha murmured, “and a fantastic ass. Perfect for grabbing hold of and ramming into.”

“Plenty of cushion for a proper fucking,” Syd agreed from nearby, seemingly content to succeed her spot to the Asian girl, and the blonde German girl behind laughed.

“I can’t wait to try that out.”

“Same,” Yuki assented.

The two pushed her down onto the sofas as Sydney sat down like a queen at court, and Angelica could not stop it. Her anger at the situation was fading as the two forced her down like a willing toy, and she could muster up not an ounce of proper effort. She was pulled halfway onto Sasha’s lap and set against Yuki at the same time, effectively sandwiched between the two younger teenagers - and she could not stop them at all.

“These curves are amazing,” Sasha said eagerly, her hands squeezing at her luscious breasts and palming the heavy undersides with all of her considerable strength - and it most certainly was considerable. Unlike Lori, she didn’t have to just bounce them, but could actively yank them up and down with each flex of her biceps. “Such heavy tits! Almost like Lori’s, but a little more… firm? They don’t feel like they’re just filled with milk.”

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t breed every girl I sleep with,” Yuki mocked, but that did not stop her from happily running hands along the flat of Angelica’s stomach and down between her thighs. She was touching whatever she wanted and however she wanted to, and her curves slammed into her flank at the same time to keep her pinned. “But she’s so soft. I love new girls; they’re always so perfect.”

Angelica whined and bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. She felt like it was the exact same situation she had been in with Candi and Brandi, and just like them, she could do anything as the two girls enthusiastically palmed her breasts, groped her thighs, and ran hands down between her luscious legs to probe her bikini bottoms. They must have had an entire stable of girls they did such things too, and their every movement was smooth and precise, expertly placed with the sure knowledge of how to touch a woman. 

“They’re the best to break in,” Sasha agreed, head nodding enthusiastically. She stared down at Angelica’s body as she continued to tuck her into her lap with muscular power, and instead of fighting against her, the Asian girl only adjusted to continued running her lips against her neck. “Besides, getting to fuck the stick out of Angelica seems too fun to pass up.”

“Fun? I just wanna see the face when she cums her brains out,” Yuki drawled against her skin. “Oh, and get a few selfies with my head on her tits. Love these fat chest-cushion type of girls…”

Angelica whimpered and bit her lip as the two played with her, unable to resist any bit of it. She was weak and shivering in moments, their touch like fire against her skin and their fingers perfect against her curves. Nothing she could do would stop it, and it took every last ounce of her sanity to put up some measure of resistance: namely, not becoming a mewling whore like Lori, who was already eagerly slurping at dicks. She did not give her friend any attention, though, desperate to try and maintain herself as she was.

It was hard. It was so hard, and each touch, each grope, each kiss, left her feeling dizzier and dizzier. Her Platinum accessories helped it all flare up into something hot and intense, and she wasn’t able to properly hold out against any of it. Her mind was like a wavering defence line, drawing new lines in the sand and stoically declaring that would be the final one before pushing it back a little more, then a little more, leaving her eyes rolling and lips curling. She whimpered as they mocked her in their own lewd ways, not even speaking to her as they treated her like an object, and that only made it worse for her. 

Worse, through it all, through every mocking word and degrading comment, Syd watched her like a hawk. She seemed to take perverse enjoyment in it all, staring at her slowly crumbling state as if she were savouring it. Her lips smirked at her as she shuffled and whined against their palming hands and rough gropes, and she flashed her teeth each time Angelica flinched away from their words. She hated the sheer smugness radiating off of her best friend’s ‘girl’, and yet, her mind loved it at the exact same time.

“You know,” Syd said at length, drawling out the words with sarcastic care, “I’m so glad you decided to finally take that stick out of your ass and come have a good time with the big girls. A real honour, y’know?”

Angelica shuddered. Her words, in conjunction with the smug laughs of the others, were like nails; if her mind was a coffin, they were slowly hammering it shut. Every touch was fire, every comment like alcohol, fueling it further and further. She wanted it to stop, but couldn’t. Her anger, purposed toward keeping her sane and in control of her faculties, simply wasn’t up to the task of the mental cage that imprisoned her. 

And, still, she was Angelica, a high-powered businesswoman. She wouldn’t just lay on her back and play dead, but mustered up every last bit of willpower inside of her to say something to gain the upper hand, to try and make it so that she didn’t go quietly into the sweet, depraved embrace of her implants.

“I seriously doubt,” she forced out between tightly-grit teeth, “T-that a bunch of dumb k-kids like you could show me a ‘good time’.”

Sydney stared at her, then Sasha and Yuki stared at one another. They looked for a long moment before the blonde started to laugh, and it was quickly followed by the two black-haired youths; earnest laughter, as if her words were the height of amusement. Syd snorted, hand raking through her hair, and just smirked as she regained control.

“We definitely can, babe, ” she said, voice snappy and snarky. “And will those new modifications helping you out, I’m sure you’re going to agree.”

“A lot,” Sasha chimed in.

“Very frequently,” Yuki supplied with a giggle.

“And besides, Platinum upgrades making you a slut or otherwise…” She traced her teeth with her tongue. “We all know you’ve been wanting some of what Lori’s been hitting since day one, slut.”

Angelica huffed, face red. “A-as if -”

“Don’t talk,” Syd snapped, and Angelica fell silent. It wasn’t even her thought to stay silent, but some unconscious, subliminal urge to follow along with what a futa told her to do. “...See, Angie, we can see the viewers of our livestreams. There’s no anonymity here. That means I know you’ve gotten an extensive sneak-peak of exactly what we’re about to do to you tonight, you little whore.”

Angelica froze, body stiff and panic flooding her veins like ice-water. “W-what?”

Slowly, Syd sat up straight. She stared at her reddening face with satisfaction, like a cat that caught the canary. “I know you saw what we did to Lori, and that’s exactly what’s about to happen here. You want it, babe, whether you know it or not.”

She flipped her dyed hair over as she sat forward, making full eye-contact with Angelica. The blonde flushed more and more at the thought that she’d been ‘caught’ watching their livestream gangbanging, and wasn’t at all surprised that it hadn’t been private - she should have realized that the lewd cruise would mark her activity and make it known. Sydney must have been waiting for the right time to spring it, too, judging by her smugness.

Oh, she realized a moment later, so Lori knows, too…

She was mortified, embarrassed, and judging by the look on Sydney’s face, she wasn’t done with her bombshell reveals.

 Angelica didn’t know if her sanity would survive it. 

“But, I mean, you’re just a natural born slut, aren’t you?” Syd drawled oh-so-slowly. “Making videos with the ship’s crew… geez, what would your bosses think if they knew you were getting turned out by some attendants and a masseuse? For shame.”

Angelica sputtered. Words didn’t leave her mouth, but Syd graciously offered her the time to make pathetic noises before speaking again.

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Syd laughed. “We saw your home video - all of us did. It’s one of the viral vids floating the internal net - but, you wouldn’t know that, would you, uptight slut that you are?”

She stared at her, shell-shocked and stupefied, her brain whirling.

“Of course those two predators leaked it!” Syd laughed, clearly taking perverse enjoyment out of her reaction. “You’re all over the place; everyone knows you’re the latest stuck-up slut knocked off her high-horse with the Platinum special, and if your popularity is any indication you’re going to be super fucking popular with our viewers.”

Angelica whimpered.

That was all she did. There was so much more that she could do, but she could not. She had buoyed herself up with a righteous fire, she had used her anger to keep herself steady, to try and maintain some semblance of order in the lewdness, and Sydney’s words shattered it all so thoroughly there was no coming back. Panic flooded her system and left her feeling cold, and with the sudden laxity and submission came with an intense flushing sensation.

She started to pant. She borderline hyperventilated, really, as the words took their toll, shattering her worldview and her defiance in one fell swoop. Her brain was fuzzy and dizzy, her thoughts coming out in a panicked rush as she thought only about how she had been filmed getting fucked and that she was popular for it; how her lewdness was known, how the Platinum bands had her trapped, how she was a helpless, sloppy mess for the futas around her.

She whimpered again, her body flushed. Her skin was prickling fiercely as the others ran their hands all over her and recklessly groped her, and each slide of their fingers lit a fire inside of her. Her heart pounded against her ribcage hard enough to make her want to bend over, and an aching burn was starting to gather between her thighs just like it had with the Twin attendants. Her weakened mind and sapped willpower allowed the infectious mental programs to work their depraved magic upon her.

She wanted to glare at Sasha who palmed her breast, Yuki who rubbed her cunt, and Syd who stared at her so mockingly, but it was hard - so hard, like carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. She wanted to look at them like the group of delinquents they were, and she wanted to convey her distaste for them; but, the more the infectious lust swept through her and the hotter her body became, the harder it was to do so. Her mind, regardless of what she wanted, regarded the five girls not as dumb kids, but as hot, young studs who were going to fuck her brains out. Her implants told her how sexy they were, how virile they could be, and how right it was for her to be mounted and hammered away by, and she could barely stop it.

The way the two ran hands all over her only made it worse, ruining her mental state more and more. They easily turned her body into putty, turning her insides into a gooey, flustered mess, and the redness of her face went down to her collarbone. They knew exactly how to move to elicit the best reactions out of her, and as she was pinned between their bodies, she was turned into an increasingly incoherent mess. They were all experienced hunters, and she was nothing more than their food: something to be toyed with at their leisure, preparing her to be consumed at their pleasure.

They were consummate predators, and must have done it a hundred times before. They must have perfected it on dozens upon dozens of women, coaxing them exactly as they wanted them before the lewdness, making them hot and heavy and wet with every press of their hands. What they did to Angelica was much more skilled than either Candi or Brandi, showing off the depth of their experience. They easily worked her into a flustered frenzy, and once they knew she was primed and ready, they shoved her off the couch like the piece of putty she was and forced her onto her hands and knees on the cabana’s wooden flooring. 

Right there, in front of Syd. Angelica, the powerful businesswoman that she was, had never felt more like helpless prey than on her hands and knees in front of the creamy-skinned teenager. She knew it was because of what they did to her brain, but knowing that mattered little when her eyes happily ogled to the well-toned stud that sat so proudly in front of her like a King. Just like Yevonne, her brain savoured the look of firm muscle and taut flesh, and being in such a submissive position before her sent a hot flush through her; she was no longer strong or confidant, and having Syd literally stare down at her was just too damned hot.

She knew it was her brain making bad decisions influenced by her choker, and could not stop it. The dominant, smug, self-assured teenager had broken in women like her before; she’d broken in Lori, after all. She had nothing to fear, and knew she would win. She was on the cusp of it, and Angelica was about to be another notch on her bedpost. She knew it, and the blonde knew it. Syd almost seemed to savour the moment, in fact, as she slowly dragged her cock out of her board shorts, bringing them down with her hand and drawing out the stiff slab of meat, and Angelica almost salivated.

The cock flopped out, and her jaw weakened. It was the same thick cock she’d seen on the livestream, but there, up close, it looked bigger. A veritable slab of fuckmeat that, even as half-mast, seemed big enough to pound her brains out and more, attached to a comparatively smaller teenage girl. She was closer to some stranger’s dick than she’d been in a long time - the cruise notwithstanding - and even with it still growing, it was an intimidating and daunting pillar that made her mouth water.

It was irresistible. Syd was irresistible. She didn’t want it to be, but Angelica could no longer stop her reactions. It was impossible for her to even try, and being so close to the dick while in such a submissive position left her head spinning. She stared at it as it thickened, her jaw dropping more and more, and she could practically feel her self-control slip away the longer she stared at it - and there was no chance of stopping herself.

Syd laughed, and it broke her attention. “What’re you waiting for, Angelica? I know you’re a fucking slut for a big dick, but stop fucking slacking and get to fuckin’ work. ”

She grabbed her loosened hair and tugged hard, and Angelica was pulled forward and slammed against her thick slab of a cock. The impact jarred her head and sent a fleshy thud ringing out, and Angelica, instead of pulling back or shouting in anger, only whimpered as the thick, throbbing mast squished down against her cheek. It was so hard, and it was still growing against her, filling out with pulsating life. It made her pant, and she had no way of controlling herself as the dick pressed against her face.

She was aware of all four girls ganging up on Lori now, leaving her at Syd’s tender mercies. She had one option in front of her: to please the self-proclaimed head of their Goon Squad, to be the first to be broken in by her cock. It wasn’t something she at all appreciated, and yet, perversely, it was something she loved the idea of. She simply couldn’t help herself, and she was a near-panting, frantic mess to be so close to a big, thick dick.

“N-not like you’re giving me any other c-choice,” she spat, mustering up the last vestiges of her fury.

Syd snorted. “Whatever you say, slut.”

Angelica wanted nothing more than to be somewhere else. She also wanted Syd’s cock to a degree that was foreign to her. The way it felt against her face, rubbing against her cheek, sent thrills through her. Platinum-level brain-mods told her that it was a good cock to please, and she needed to just help Syd out. None of it was something she wanted to deal with, and she knew, instinctively, that her only shot at freedom was to blitz through it - to get the teen off as fast as she could before the simple proximity made her modifications melt her brain into a slutty soup.

She wasn’t sure why she arrived at such a conclusion, but she didn’t quite care. It seemed right that she could get her off quickly and then move on, proving that she could surpass the mental modifications and keep some control, slutty though it was. Without pause, and without any reluctance as she expected, she rolled her face against the hardness of the cock, letting her cheek slide across girthy meat. She did it to bring her mouth into range, and once they did, she quickly pressed her lips down in a hot, heavy kiss.

“Getting into it already?” Syd rumbled. “Knew you were a cock-hungry bitch.”

Angelica ignored her - or, at least, she tried. Her words sent a delicious thrill through her thanks to the mental manipulations, but she tried to push it away from her as best as she could. She needed to get her off as fast as possible, and that was the only thought in her mind as she kissed the hardness of the dick resting against her face, letting the softness of her mouth roll against the stiff, white meat. It was a subtle press at first, but just tasting the futa sent a hunger into her belly that she so scarcely felt.

She didn’t want to whine as her body urged her to, and instead just rolled her face, sliding the hard meat against her cheek, and pushed her mouth further and further into position. She wasn’t worshipping it, or so she convinced herself, but merely tried to stimulate it in the best way she knew how while rising up toward the tip. She kissed at the hardness of her girth with her soft mouth, squishing against the white meat with just a gentle amount of force. Her mouth was so full and pouty that it was easy to caress the thick dick, and Syd’s grunted under her breath very quickly.

“Man, knew this mouth would feel good,” she sighed. “Such perfect cock-suckers only come around once- er, twice - in a lifetime.”

Angelica bristled at the insult as much as her brain soaked in the pleasure of her words. It was so easy for her to just degrade her and for the blonde to find pleasure in it, and she hated it - and she loved it. Her thoughts weren’t her own and her desires were manipulated, and that had her throw herself into the work she was forced to commit in a desperate attempt to see if she could get into a safer position as fast as possible. If Syd knew the reasons behind her forceful kissing, she didn’t comment; maybe she knew it didn’t matter, or maybe she was just amused, but she left the blonde to her slutty, degrading work.

She kissed at the hard cock as she rose, caressing it with her soft mouth. She wasn't shy and did not hold back; she was reluctant and uncertain, but all of that was tempered out by her frantic desperation that slowly became more and more intense by the moment. She wanted to blitz it out and get it done with, get her off as fast as possible, and it had her soft lips squishing down against the stiff meat with a throb-inducing application of force and a washing of wet heat that bathed it in warmth.

She wasn’t there to just kiss the cock, however. She wanted to work at it as fast as possible and not to waste any time that might have her brain melt from the implants, and she moved as fast as possible as a result. Her head pulled back just long enough for her to slap her tongue against the hard cock, and she ran it up in a quick, lavish lick that was all full, fleshy contact and soothing friction. Her hands moved up next as she lapped at the vascular underside, allowing fingers to wrap tight and brace the shaft upright. 

“Your parents must be so proud,” Syd mocked, “To know you’re living up to your full potential as a fuckdoll. Or, maybe that was the point? Making a perfect cocksucker to please us futas?”

Angelica bristled, but she said nothing. Her emotions were too mixed, too muddled, and she couldn’t figure out if she hated what was happening to her or if she was slowly loving it. Her mind was too dizzy to make sense of anything, and she only acted on her single desire to work as fast as was physically possible for her. Her tongue lapped across the many throbbing inches of the underside, the flat of it slipping in and squishing flat before dragging along in lavish licks that sent saliva rolling down.

Her tongue rose across the many throbbing inches as her fingers wrapped tight, squeezing the meaty pillar. Her palms pressed in close and kept it upright as she moved along, her need rising and her pace increasing almost hand in hand. She licked at the pale cockmeat and left little drips of saliva rolling down, much to Syd’s delight. She pressed in, her tongue squishing, then lips pressed a kiss laden with far too much hunger to be normal against it. Syd groaned, and the noise sent thrills along her spine such that she really didn’t want to think about.

“Or, maybe you just augmented this fucking fantastic body so that you could attract girls like us - is that it?” Syd cocked her head as she dug nails into blonde hair. “Do you get off on being a cocktease to us? Or are you just like Lori, a shameless slut for dick, and you’re a couple of steps behind?”

Angelica panted against the cock as she licked her way up to the head, trying to push the degrading words aside and failing in it. It was almost hard to get them out of her head, and each word sank claws into her thoughts and held fast. She couldn’t do much more than shiver as they bounced around in her skull, and simply threw herself into the lewd work to try and drown them all out. Her tongue lapped up and down with wet flicks that sent drool gently rolling down, and her plump lips kissed down and plucked at the throbbing meat.

“I can’t decide, but I guess it doesn't really matter,” Sydney continued, not stopping her verbal assault for a single instant. “You’re just a cock-loving slut anyways, and you look fucking amazing on your knees, babe.”

Her fingers clenched in her hair and pushed her down firmly, and despite her reluctance, the power sent a shudder of pleasure through Angelica. It was as if she wanted to be manhandled and forced onto the cock, and her mind sank into the submissiveness her Platinum modifications urged her into. She panted against the cock she was forced into, her tongue lapping with a bit more fervour and her lips kissing down with a lot more hunger, tugging at it and leaving sections dripping with wetness. 

“Get in close, slut,” Syd ordered, and another hot flush of pleasure ran along her spine. “Put that sloppy tongue to good use and get my cock wet - I want it, and I know you want it.”

Her words almost convinced Angelica that she did, in fact, want to do that very thing, and the way she pressed her down and forced her against her fat cock left her tingling with unconscious desire. She panted with confusion as she clenched the cock with her hands and ran her drooling tongue along the vascular underside in a series of lashing flicks, then pressed in against the throbbing flank and kissed down hungrily. The softness of her mouth squished against it as she layered hot, heavy presses down, sending them squishing outward like cushions, decorating the length with her sloppy marks.

It might have been the last thing she wanted to do, but her wants and desires were fading away into the messiness of her muddled brain. She just threw herself into the action she was told to perform, and her body relished the tight hand against her head forcing her in closer and closer. She didn’t even think as she slurped at the hard cock and rose up at the same time, rubbing the turgid meat and caressing it all with each lavish flick and caress. She groaned into it oh-so-softly, and listened to the resulting sights from Syd.

Fingers tugged on her hair and jammed her in closer, and closer, abusing her strength over her to manhandle Angelica at her whim. She shivered to hear her groans of approval as she curled her tongue against her throbbing flanks and squished her lips down against her hardness, working at it with increasingly frantic movements. Her cushioned lips pulled at it with sloppy movements she rarely afforded and moulded against it with sticky-wet noises, keeping up the cock-loving as the girl dedicated and wanted.

“That’s it, slut,” Syd growled. She wrapped her fingers through blonde hair and forced her up, manhandling her like a toy, and Angelica could only go along with her insistent pace. “Get those cocksuckers around me and suck.” 

Angelica tried to pretend she did exactly that because of her own thoughts and at her own volition, but it was almost impossible to tell herself that she had any sense of control as she wrapped her lips around the bulbous tip. Just the touch sent thrills through her that she didn’t quite understand, and as she drew the hardness up into the hotness of her mouth and slurped upon the first turgid inch, a shudder passed through her.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” Syd groaned, her hips bucking and sending another inch sliding between Angelica’s lips. She pushed on her head as if it was a toy and jammed a good portion of herself inside nice and firmly, to the blonde’s shuddering pleasure. “Damn. Can’t believe it took me days to get it wrapped around me - I should have just whipped it out, and you woulda been on your knees like that. ”

Her free hand snapped fingers, and Angelica’s senses rankled at the crude words. And, yet, she still shoved herself down, wrapping the cock with the soft embrace of her lips and sealing it firmly in the squishy flesh, as if the crudeness of Syd matters nothing. Her words washed over her and settled into her mind with tenacity, and she could do nothing at all about them as she sank down, filling out her cheeks with the thickness of her dick. Her lips swelled and her eyes winced down as the sudden weight of it made itself known, showing off just how virile her cock was.

She could feel the raw virility pulsating off of it. It was insane to think about how hard and how pulsating powerful it was, and it made her mind shudder with satisfaction. The taste of it was intoxicating and the sensation of it throbbing against her tongue was intensely strong, and she did not know why it hit her so hard - she only knew that it did. As the hand applied pressure and forced her down, her mind almost sang with satisfaction; her mods throwing out soothing waves of light, telling her what a good girl she was for it all.

Angelica couldn’t stop herself from shuddering as she was forced down, and she could not separate the difference between her own eagerness and Syd’s insistent desire. She groaned around the cock as her lips swelled out around it and clamped down firmly, pulling on the white-fleshed cockmeat with a little more desire than she wanted to feel. She gurgled awkwardly as it rubbed against the top of her mouth and drove down, and she groaned as her tongue slipped up and pressed against the underside of the vascular girlmeat.

“You look even hotter with your mouth stretched around my cock, you dumb slut,” Syd laughed, and Angelica couldn’t help but take gratification in it. She didn’t want to, but her accessories sent pulses of delight through her. “Now swallow it up and give me a good sucking.”

She forced her down further, and Angelica gurgled as it hit the entrance of her throat. The strength of her hand and the insistence of her desires was almost like a greedy indulgence to the blonde, and she didn’t know why. She liked it, enjoyed it, and her mind savoured it despite her will, and it annoyed her - but she could not do anything about it. She just gurgled around the hard shaft as she was forced down and had her cheek filled out with hard dickmeat, every inch of her strained.

Fingers tugged on her hair as if it was nothing more than a handhold and forced her up the cock, and her lips tugged at it as she was moved along. At Syd’s insistence, she was dragged along, her lips squelching wetly and saliva drooling out from around her tightly-clamped mouth, decorating the slab with liquid. She groaned as she was moved back toward the tip, and her eyes winced down from the strange strain.

“Nice and hot,” Syd grunted, not at all speaking to Angelica as she enjoyed her mouth. “Such a good slut.”

She forced her back down, and Angelica went with her. She told herself that it was still to get her off as fast as possible, and that was why she pushed along, allowing her mouth to slurp away at the many engorged inches as fast as she could. It was shoved into her mouth fast enough to make her eyes water, and her jaw had to stretch to somehow accommodate the throbbing girth of it - something that she did not find easy whatsoever.

Sydney did not care. She pushed her down and filled out her cheeks more and more, and as her mouth was filled up with hard cockmeat, she was sent gurgling. As it ground against the entrance of her throat and the roof of her mouth, the teenager groaned in pleasure. Wet sputters echoed out as saliva rose and built up, and it drooled from between her squishy lips as she held them down tightly.

The manhandling and the blowjob should have been enough, but Angelica didn’t keep it at that. Her tongue roiled around it, moving against the hard shaft and swirling against it as best as it could, working around the thickness with all the finesse she could muster. It undulated against the underside and it flicked against the flank, caressing it as it was buried in her mouth; she didn’t stop her cock-pleasure even as she was forced down.

She, again, told herself it was just so that she could get her off as fast as possible, and not because her implants told her to pleasure the cock. She still did it anyhow, her mouth pulling at the hard cock as Sydney's tight hands dragged her up with scalp-aching force, and through it all her tongue curled and lapped at it. Saliva slurred and squelched as it stroked the shaft and sent it all shifting out of place, and it drooled out from between her lips at the same time to create a sloppy matting. 

“Suck that cock, babe,” the blonde growled, forcing her along at her pace and dictation. Her other hand curled around her neck and held her steady as she dragged her up and down, creating lewder, slicker noises to echo out. “Get that slutty mouth to proper use.”

Angelica whined around the cock in her mouth as it was tugged up by Syd’s insistent hand, and instead of rebelling at the feeling of nails scratching her scalp, she shuddered in a strange sense of satisfaction. She didn’t know why it was, but comprehension left her as she was sent gurgling around the hard girldick, dragged along like a toy. She was manhandled against it, her mouth forced to slurp on the throbbing girth as it slipped between her tightly clamping lips. Wet, drooling noises became louder as they shifted around in her mouth, and each meaty inch that was forced inside had her sputtering all the louder still.

“See?” Syd said not even a moment later, keeping up her verbal assault - and each word further ruined Angelica’s ability to resist. “This is so much better than you using that mouth to be snarky; it was meant for sucking on a big cock, and you’re so much hotter like this.”

She forced her down again and again, dragging her along her cock by the reins of her hair. It was like a leash for her to manipulate her, forcing her to slobber and suckle on wet cockmeat that drooled with saliva. She winced and gurgled with each inch that was rolled through her mouth, and it caused her hands to clumsily tighten around it. Everything squelched with each repetition, and the girldick throbbed harder and harder by the moment - straining her mouth all the more. 

“You’re meant for sucking on dick,” the girl continued, each word hammering down her palace in life just a little bit more. “That tongue? For licking cock. Those lips? For making me feel nice. ”

Angelica gurgled weakly as she was sent up and down, her head twisted and pulled as the girl wanted it - or as she wanted it, it was hard to tell. She slurped over the cock with a strange mixture of contentment and reluctance, and her body shuddered more and more with each dick-sucking moment that passed. Inches of it were buried in her mouth and sent grinding along her mouth, and the bulbous cockhead hit the entrance of her throat with intense thuds that had tears collecting at the corners of her eyes.

She was not sure at what point her desire to get Syd off turned into the girl manhandling her over her shaft, and the realization of their loss of control hit her at least twenty moments way too late to make a difference; not that she could, not with Syd pulling her along at her whim and dictation. She gurgled wetly with each rise and sputtered with each descent, sending saliva slurping out from her lips and stretching her cheeks out around its impossible thick bulk. 

Her tongue roiled and pressed, still working at it, still trying to pleasure it. She pulled at it and undulated against it, working the pink muscle almost frantically around the big girldick. Wet pops echoed out and saliva bubbled around her as she pressed in, and her lips were left glistening as they clamped down hard and surrounded it in a squishy seal of flesh. She stroked it until it throbbed violently with the velvety lushness of her mouth, and she listened to the teenager’s increasingly husky groans as pleasure rocked her.

She was being used just to get off a teenager as if she were a toy. The thought hit her hard, her uselessness made perfectly apparent, and she didn’t care. There was nothing she could do, and any attempt at thought showed just how muddled her brain was. It was like thinking through water, and she was left increasingly submissive to Syd’s whim. Each press of her hand sent a powerful spike of pleasure through her, and each forceful shove sent shuddering pleasure along her spine. 

“Look at you,” Syd laughed, “all sloppy and gurgling around my cock. You’re such a whore; hell, before long, I bet you’ll be begging us to fuck your holes all night long.”

She forced her down more and more, manhandling her on her cock to greater depths and with more power. She was shoved onto thick cockmeat and turned into a gurgling mess for it, and yet, no matter how rough it was, no matter how hard she acted, it sent further spikes of pleasure through her newly-worked mind. It made her feel hot and flushed from top to bottom, and it was getting worse with each gurgling repetition. 

Angelica whimpered and groaned around the cock as she was shoved onto it, and each powerful descent and forceful shove sent more powerful spikes of pleasure into her brain. It continued to hit her harder and harder, and her focus and concentration were broken down more and more. Her mind marked nothing but the thrust and bob of the cock, and each moment was measured by the pull and push of her hand. Her scalp ached at the way she was so thoroughly manhandled, but even that made her spine tingle with satisfaction - and she couldn’t stop it in any way, shape, or form. 

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to or not, and that concerned her. She tried her best to steel her mind, to steady herself in some way, but it was oh-so-hard - 

“I bet you still think you don’t believe me,” Syd said thickly, and Angelica’s spin shuddered at her tone of voice. “Or that this Platinum stuff is just making you horny or some shit. But, see, Angelica, that’s just now how this works.”

She shoved her down as she talked, burying her hard cock into her mouth and filling it out to the brim. “Once you hit Gold, they start with those modifications and shit. Software, body mods, you know. Plat makes you a horny fuckdoll, babe, but Gold? That’s when you start getting dependent.”

Her words came out in a drawl, and Angelica’s heart thumped with every slow word. Panic, however, didn’t hit her - instead, she was all but mewling around the cock as it thrust into her mouth, her mind torn between the pleasure of it and her concern over what the teen was saying.

“See, you’re gonna stay a horny mess until a big, juicy cock fucks your brains out,” she drawled slowly. “Once you get some cum inside of you, that’s when the modifications lose their touch. Before that? Everything’s gonna make you hornier; sucking cock, for instance, or swallowing up some cum… all of that is going to make you beg for more.”

Angelica moaned around the cock she was forced to blow - or willing sucked on? - as the words hit home, but Syd wasn’t done. 

“At least, that’s the Gold level,” she purred, “But Platinum? Takes more than just one hit to get those mods down, and you’re going to be begging for each of us to fuck you silly before you’re anywhere close to normal.”

Angelica’s thoughts felt like they were swimming through deep water, and as she was shoved down again and again, she could only dimly realize just how badly Syd had outplayed her. If what she said was true, the blowjob would only make her arousal worse - hell, she could feel it. It meant that, even if she got her to cum as fast as possible, it would only make her beg for more; it meant that she was spiking herself with the Platinum-level package, and she had fallen head-first into the trap laid out for her.

It meant that she was utterly lost.

"So get ready," Syd growled, her voice cutting through her thoughts, "for your first load - !"

There was nothing Angelica could do to stop the horny futa as she was shoved down onto her impaling slab and locked tightly there. She could do even less as the teenager groaned loudly, jerked her hips, and exploded in a powerful orgasm that would have put an adult to shame; and Angelica was left totally at her mercy. The first volcanic gush of seed that slammed into her mouth made her mind go totally, utterly blank. Every last thought process stilled, every bit herself was frozen, and nothing mattered but the cum.

Syd spoke, but Angelina's mind was so blank that words simply did not register. The only thing that mattered were the hot strings of baby batter slamming into her mouth like water from a pressure hose, jamming it all up with tasty white fluid. Her choker pulsated with an inner heat and her bracelets warmed her skin with each successive throb, and pleasure hit her like a whiplash. It surged through in intoxicating waves, filling her blank mind with a soothing bliss.

Her mind was made pliable by the orgasm, and reworked in moments. She felt the full Platinum effects, and she almost drooled as a result of the heady, overwhelming pleasure. It was almost enough to make her cum herself, but that was blocked off just as Syd said - she required a futa to bring her to completion. The cum just left her with a taste of ecstasy, and she was left wanting more.

"Fuck," Syd groaned, pumping out her load without a care, "that's -"

"Yo, Syd," said a voice, and Angelica was so mind-numbed that she did not know who it was, "I think we gotta get going if we want to be on schedule, yeah?"

 "Oh, fuck." Syd frowned, but Angelica only focused on the taste of the cum in her mouth, the way it all felt, and how annoyed she was when the teenager pulled her bug, fat cock free and left her swirling around hot seed. "Guess I got carried away…"

Syd looked down at her and smirked, to which the blonde only wanted, face flushed. Pleasure still shot through her as the cum was tasted and churned by her eager tongue, and she wanted so, so badly to just start drilling herself with her fingers.

"You look good like that, Angelica," the girl purred, and the woman felt nothing but pleasure at her mocking words. "Say, you wanted to leave, right? Well, now's your chance."

She waved her hand. "Leave, scrape, get out of here. If you prove me wrong and manage to do that without begging to be our fucktoy for the rest of the night, I'll let you go. If not…" she chuckled. "...You're going to be right beside Lori on our livestream."

The words took a moment to register in her dizzy, dazed mind. She was only dimly aware of Lori right behind her being manhandled around, having presumably taken at least one load of cum into her mouth; but Angelica couldn’t spare much thought toward her. She was still shifting cum around in her mouth, savouring the taste despite every intelligent thought in her mind - of which there was little - telling her not to. 

She knew what she should be doing. She should have spat Syd’s cum right out and stormed off defiantly to show that she was a strong woman, not a toy to be led around. She should be ignoring the great taste in favour of running away before she was fucked all night long by Syd and her friends in front of a live audience. And honestly, Angelica knew it was so, so easy. She just had to stop savouring the taste of her cum and spit it right out, and she could be free. It was right there in reach.

She just had to stop swirling it around with her tongue, admiring the taste and texture as if it was fine wine. She had to spit it out, then glare at Syd, not stare at her with hearts in her eyes like Lori. She just had to now swallow her remarkably thick baby-batter down and then not beg for her to fuck her with her amazingly fat dick. It was so, so easy not to plead to be their fucktoy, not to get absolutely hammered all night long by their wonderful-looking girlcocks. She just had to spit it out and walk away without saying a single word.

It was so easy. 

“You guys are seriously dumb fucks, you know that?”

“Syyyyyd!”

“Just- just hit the fucking live button! It’s there!”

“But -”

“The button! There! Yes! Now just - look, chat, hit F if you can see us - yeah, see? It’s scrolling.”

“Oh.” A pause. “We’re live?”

“Yes, we’re fucking live - !”

Another pause that Angelica barely registered.

“Right! So, sorry about that, chat,” Syd was saying, “ someone forgot to hit live, so we were going with just sound- but, whatever, you mighta missed the first, oh, forty fucking minutes, but this stream is going on for the next eight hours or so, so there’s no rush!”

There were a series of laughs. 

“So, this new beauty here, the busty blonde bitch, is Angelica. Some of you probably saw her in her debut Plat vid, but now we’ve got a special first-time event for you all!” Syd sounded particularly ecstatic, but her words just rolled over Angelica. “She’s a proud, strong businesswoman, but like always, once you get a bunch of hung studs and some good, hard dicks in front of them, they’re panting bitches in heat - and she’s no different. You’re all gonna enjoy watching her get broken down into the perfect little fuckdoll for you all to enjoy - but us first, obviously.”

Angelica was beyond listening to them go through their livestream, or introduce her as their slut. It was all glossed over her in her mind, and the fact that she'd been getting utterly reamed out with the cameras off did not faze her in the least - she doubted anything could. She only marked the passage of time by the thrusting of their hard dicks and the manhandling of her body, measuring it out with each load slammed into her cunt and each degrading word that spilled from their lips.

Energized by their latest conquest, the girls went at her like wild animals. They took her as they wished and as they pleased, happily hammering away at her tight twat and mocking her for the slut she'd become. They each took a turn with her, getting their one-on-one sessions to really feel her and work out her body, and through it all, they heaped degrading words upon her. They seemed to almost relish being able to dominate her after everything she'd put them through, and she loved every last minute of it.

Every word that spilled from their lips was like the greatest of thrills, and each heady plunge of their cocks left her in shuddering ecstasy. Their insults almost filled her with as much pleasure as the fucking did, and the girls were eagerly providing both in quantities that few could match. She was trapped in a vicious cycle of their thrusting cocks and lewd words, and she loved every last moment of it. She was well and truly gone by the time the livestream came on, and she knew it deep, deep down. 

Jordan was the last of the group to get a turn at her, and she was actively pumping her hips down in deep, penetrating strokes, slamming her cockhead against the entrance of her womb. She was an incredible big girl for her age - they all were, really - but Jordan focused on single hard thrusts at a time that put all her muscle into it, and Angelica gasped breathlessly each time she was absolutely fucking rammed full of hard cockmeat. Flesh clapped against hers, turning it redder than it already was, and dark flesh smacked up against hers all at once. 

"Hope the stream enjoys her as much as we are," Jordan huffed as she laid into Angelica with deep strokes, her core thundering up against her pelvis as she rammed away at her at full speed. Each plunge was one single thrust, and then she went still; but as she put her all into it, skin was send smacking from the sheer power behind it and her cervix was sent into trembling flutters that made her moan like a whore. "Because this bitch feels like heaven around my cock."

"I'm tellin' you, she's just a closet whore," Syd agreed, and Angelica could hear her moving around. “She was born to please dick, and she's only now realizing it.'

They made it clear they only saw women as sexual objects, and Angelica was so far beyond protesting that she only took gratification out of the lewd thoughts. She found it so hot how they had Lori and her forced down and fucked at their whim and pleasure, treating her like a doll to pleasure them. The friction of movement was all they wanted, the softness of her body all they craved, and her as a person was less important than any of that - and she adored it.

She would have expressed it, but she couldn't. In fact, she couldn't do much more than moan and lap at the cunt hovering above her, all but forced to eat out her best friend as Jordan took her turn at her body and finished up the first round of their solo fucks.Neither woman had any input; they just told her to do it, and she did. She did not care that her best friend was sitting on her face and she did not care that she was eating her out, and only took pleasure in the degradation.

"She's so fucking eager," Andrea drawled out from somewhere nearby. She felt a hand palm her breast, fingers roughly digging in and turning the flesh to putty, and she only moaned for it. "Man, if I knew she was this easy, I'd have had her bent over days ago!"

"She's got a rep to maintain," Yuki chirped. "She only fucks on camera because that gets her off like a cheap dollar-store slut, Andrea."

"Ohhhh, my bad, my bad."

She whined as she was hammered into with hard thrusts by Jordan, her insides positively aching as the thick, dark cock fucked her silly. Each time her cervix was pounded against she was left whining, and her entire tunnel went into harsh contractions - but the teen did not seem bothered in the slightest as she merely hauled her hips back and yanked her turgid cock free, then sent it thrusting forward all over again in another powerful, body-shaking thrust. 

Her moans were translated up into Lori's cunt, which sat down on her lips as if she were a seat. She knew she should have been bothered by it, but her body sang with pleasure as she was reamed out, degraded, and forced to do something so lewd as lick her best friend - and she had no intention of stopping any of it. She ran her tongue along flushed, pink folds, lapping at the stickiness and the taste of cum with an eager tongue. She drove it in deep, testing the pliant softness and flicking at a fleshy clit, and was rewarded with Lori's spine-tingling moans.

Lori was even less vocal than Angelica was, however. She could not speak at all, what with Sasha hammering away at her throat. She could see none of it, granted, given that her face was covered by lush thighs, but she could hear it - the steady swinging of balls into a chin and the smacking of a hard pelvis against a sensitive face. The steady 'glrks!' and thumps indicated just how frantically Sasha was fucking her throat, treating it just as callously as Jordan treated her cunt - and both women loved it.

"Remember, chat, donations let you guys decide just what we do to these fine sluts - so get to it!"

"We're planning of having lots of fun, though!'' Andrea said. "So, there's no need to get all angsty if shit doesn't go as planned!"

"These bitches are going to get pounded into the mattresses by the time we're done," Syd drawled out smugly. "We'll be taking bets on which of them passes out first, too, so if you're down with that, you'll find links in the description -"

They were just casually talking about how they were whoring them out and using them for clicks and views, and it got Angelica off hard. She didn't know why and did not know how, but everything about the surreal situation was so hot that it left her in bliss. The humiliation was arousing, and the debauchery was oh-so-satisfying; her cunt rippled in pleasure, tightening around the wrist-thick cock hammering away at her, making Jordan grunt loudly and force herself in all the harder. That, in turn, had Angelica whine into Lori's snatch, and she ate her out with an increasing fervour.

"She's getting even tighter," Jordan grunted, hammering down powerfully. Each motion used all of her strength, and the simple act of thrusting sent Angelica's core into powerful shudders. It was everything she never knew she wanted, and she was left entirely breathless by the power behind it all. "Fuck, she's getting off on this! God -"

"-Knew she was one of those sluts," Yuki followed up, sounding sly and smooth. "Had her nailed."

"I just wanna nail her," Andrea chuckled. 

Angelica gasped as she frantically ate Lori out, sliding her tongue along and working her mouth in rough arcs of motion that probably wasn't at all skilled. It didn't really matter, though, and she let the senseless energy sweep her along, taking her joy out of every rough act to come out of the hung girls. They provided her with pleasure as with every thing they did, and even if it was the choker speaking, Angelica had no wish to stop it. Intense waves of bliss ran through her buxom body, filling her with a heat that only their dicks could quench, and she loved it.

"Fucking - fuck," Jordan grunted, "Take that, you dumb slut -"

She thrust down harder and harder, her strokes somehow ending into something fiercer; almost painful, in a way. She hilted herself against her womb so powerfully that it was as if she was going to break through, and she smashed her dark pelvis against her white skin with a clap so thick and easy that it made her brain go blank. Balls throbbed against her core as they rested there triumphantly - before pulling back in the next moment to do it all over again.

With shocking speed, Jordan slammed down into her - her movements holding nothing back, her desperate craving for Angelica’s body all-too-clear. She wanted to nail her like the whore she told her she was, and she held nothing back as she thrust down with powerful hips, slamming every last inch of her fat cockmeat into her sopping depths. The juices that had built up over her endless orgasms welled up in slick dribbles, creating lubrication that was easy for the girls to plunge themselves into.

“She looks so good when she’s getting her brains pounded out,” Syd hummed.

“She always looks good, to be fair,” Andrea countered, and Syd seemed to consider the words.

“Touche… but a chick like her always looks better with a few dicks showing her, uh, her place.”

There were a series of laughs, but all Angelica knew was the thrusting of Jordan’s colossal meat-shaft and the taste of Lori on her lips. She moaned loudly into her sopping core as the fat shaft thrust through her dripping wet snatch with wild abandon, driving down like a hydraulic piston, sending her toes curling. She moved without any sign of effort or strain, moving with a smoothness that really should not have been possible at her pace, but she did it easily.

She hammered down over and over again, dropping her hips with titanic impacts that had her large, doughy breasts almost flying across her chest. And yet, as Jordan pile-drived her dick into her, she couldn’t actually see it; she was buried in Lori’s slit, unable to do anything more than taste her wetness and roll her lips against her, frantically eating her out as if that would somehow alleviate the awesome strain sent rolling through her buxom body.

From the way Lori writhed atop her, hips bucking so senselessly, she imagined she was in the same frame of mind. Her mouth and Angelica’s cunt were reamed out by the two merciless futa studs, their cocks ramming into them like they were just toys, treating them without a care in the world. It was a pace that would have broken any other woman choker or otherwise, and she was forced to take it all without pause, without relent, the cycle of depravity as binding as the Platinum upgrades.

“She’s so fuckin’ wet,” Jordan drawled, and it was almost a surprise that she could speak over the sound of her messily clapping hips. She plunged her hot spear of cockmeat down into her waiting depths with such force that it continually defied belief, stretching everything out around her like a pink sheath. “Knew she just needed a big cock to stretch her out and get that stick outta her ass.”

Her aching slit was stuffed up with hard cock, and her mouth was blocked by Lori’s writhing pelvis. Pussy walls flexed against her tongue as her own writhed around the stiff shaft that was plunging into her, stretching out all of the pink in near-brutal rushes that had her squealing with pleasure. It was all so overwhelming that it left her moaning into her friend’s snatch, and juices dripped down around her mouth as a result - only for it to be greedily gulped down. 

“That’s how a body is meant to be treated,” Sasha grunted from up above as she thrust away at Lori’s throat. “They’re always meant to be underneath of girls like us.”

“Just us,” Sydney chuckled. 

Laughs and degrading taunts filled her ears, and each one was like music. She loved the way they mocked and taunted, as if it was the most delicious praise she’d ever heard. She loved it almost as much as the powerful cock that remorselessly stretched her out with every penetrating thrust, turning her wet insides into something like mush and making her cervix become sore. She honestly doubted she would walk properly tomorrow, and doubted even more they’d let her go tomorrow. 

Her body sang with pleasure as the hard girlcock reamed out her sopping depths, and every bit of her told her that it was right. It made perfect sense to her newly reworked mind that a girl like Jordan would be treating her like a piece of meat to get off with, and she took extreme pleasure in the brutal fucking. Each dangerously powerful thrust had her feeling as if she were on cloud nine, and each lustful word that left her lips bounced around in her mind like the sweetest of praises.

She was given no choice in it, no leeway to do anything more than what she was forced into. She was almost thankful that her reworked mind allowed her no room for thought, granting her the ecstasy of indulgence. She took the brutal pounding without a thought in her mind as to how inappropriate it was, and moaned in muffled bliss the harder it went, the more powerfully her womb was shaken; and, through it all, she ate out Lori, frantically moving against her sodden folds. 

She wasn’t sure why she was doing it or what spurred her on to such depraved acts, but thought was the last thing on her mind at all. She whorishly threw herself into it as she lapped at her friend’s sodden snatch, her tongue slipping and sliding with force. She dragged it up and along in over-eager arcs and pulled in her wet juices, eagerly gobbling them down as if she was meant to do nothing more. Lori’s response was to drag herself against her hips more and more, almost fucking her mouth, and it filled her with a strange pleasure.

“So good at taking cock,” Jordan grunted, hips bearing down hard and fast. Her throbbing pillar of fuckmeat strained her insides with each powerful movement she made, filling her almost to the point of bursting. “I’m gonna - fuck, I’m gonna blow my load in the slut. Get the next round ready -”

“Hear that, chat?” Sydney asked. “The choice is yours! We’ve got-”

Angelica all but tuned her out as she feverishly ate out Lori’s leaking snatch, listened to her getting face-fucked by the strong Sasha, and felt Jordan slam her throbbing dick inside with a sense of finality. The hard, meaty shaft plunged through her in desperate, mattress-shaking arcs, and it sent her chest bouncing wildly. All of her was jiggling and clapping, and her sweaty skin was red from the constant, relentless friction - but as Jordan groaned, it was clear the latest bout was coming to an end. 

“Just gotta fill you up, ” Jordan grunted fiercely as she laid into Angelica, and the blonde groaned. “And teach that stuck-up brain of yours a lesson -”

There were no further words, no warning given. The girl just rammed her fat shaft down for the final time, and once more Angelica felt the utter bliss of a hot orgasm filling up her clenching snatch. There were no words to describe the sheer ecstasy that hit her each time a load was pumped into her velvet snatch; a pleasure so intense and mind-numbing that it tore away any sense of self she had and replaced it with a bliss so indulgent that it seemed like nothing could top it.

It happened on each load, each squirted batch of baby-batter. Her implants left her a horny mess, and true to Syd’s words, she could only find her own pleasure when she was finally being filled up. She’d gone through endless orgasms as they took turns running a train on her, and much like the other times, the feeling of hot, gooey baby-batter swirling inside of her left her so numbed and dizzy she felt like a true fucktoy. There was no thought in her mind, but she understood implicitly that the pursuit of such pleasure would lead any woman into the Goon Squad’s clutches - or that of any one else on board, desperate for the good feelings passing through them.

She was left drooling into Lori’s snatch in seconds of having Jordan’s baby-batter pumped into her, and her brain left her entirely for a few blissful moments such that any sense of time or self was lost to her. Pleasure filled her and left her shuddering from top to bottom, and she couldn't say if she hit another orgasm or not - it all just blended into one intense moment of pure pleasure that didn’t seem possible, but was all thanks to the choker that had her captive.

She did know that she was groaning reluctantly when Jordan pulled back, a huff on her lips. She felt nothing but the warm cum inside of her and the emptiness in her snatch, and her hips desperately wiggled for more action, for another girl to take her place and just ram her pussy. Instead, she received a slap to her tit so hard that it made her body buck violently, and heard a series of laughs from all around them.

“She’s such a slut!” Jordan mocked, slapping her tit again just to watch it jiggle. “She’s fuckin’ panting for another dick!”

“She’ll get it,” Syd drawled out with amusement. “Once these girls taste proper cock, they never want to let go.”

“It’s funny how it never gets old, too,” Andrea mused. “We’ve gone through dozens of sluts before, broken ‘em all in, but it’s always so much fun to see it happen again.”

“Yeah, but -” someone other than Jordan slapped her breast, sending her moaning into Lori’s wet cunt “-these two are easily the hottest ones around.”

Another series of laughs, and Angelica preened. She was being talked about like just a hot babe to be fucked, nothing more, and she loved it. Her choker made it so, and there wasn’t a thought in her mind to even attempt to think otherwise. She loved it as much as the taste of Lori’s cunt on her lips and the hands mauling her breast, knowing that it was all being shown to a live audience right then and not at all caring about it.

“Aaaaand, results are in,” Syd said, fingers snapping. “Get the sluts on their hands and knees; we’ve got a double spitroast going, side-by-side.”

“Fucking sick, ” Andrea cheered. 

“Fun,” Yuki said simply.

“Well,” Sasha started, “I suppose I’ve had enough of her throat to last me for… ten minutes or so…”

There wasn’t any waiting. Lori was tipped over by Sasha, and she rolled over Angelica’s face until she flopped down beside her, allowing the blonde to mercifully see the room for the first time in a long while. She gasped breathlessly, face shiny and wet, and saw the Goon Squad’s beautiful faces staring down at her. They laughed and chuckled and jostled one another as hands pulled on their fleshy bodies, tugging them along like pliant sex toys.

“Gosh, she’s so fucking hot with her face all wet,” said Andrea.

“Which?” Laughed Jordan, and they all chuckled along.

“Point! But I’m talking about the new bitch; she’s so hot like this, all panting and messy and slutty. ”

“She’s a good catch,” Sasha admired. “Shame she’s not more like Lori, but that’s why we all pay for the cruise, right?”

Another series of laughs. It was all so casual for them, a simple exchange where they lauded in their superiority and their conquest, and thanks to their Platinum upgrades, both women loved it. There was no doubt in their minds that this was where they belonged, and they only panted in pleasure as they were tugged along and pushed onto their hands and knees like dogs in heat, their legs artificially spread and their heads pulled upright.

“Mine,” Andrea said firmly, slapping her cock down against the curve of Angelica’s ass. She whined at the thumping impact and twerked her hips like a good whore, seeking more of the delicious friction she knew they could offer her - and when the Latina slapped her ass, and whimpered in pleasure. “Gotta nail her enough times to make sure she knows what a good cock feels like.”

“She’s already got mine,” Syd laughed, and Andrea flipped her off. 

“Shut up, Syd,” Andrea called out conversationally as she dragged her cock down, pushing it against her sopping cunt. Angelica whined at her touch and clenched fingers down on the bed, fully intending to twerk her hips back and let the girl impale her, but she found that very difficult when Yuki slipped around in front of her. Her dick was the smallest of the group, but only comparatively; it was still a bitchbreaker, and as it cast a shadow over her face, she all but drooled. “You know this slut craves Latina dick.”

“...Uh, no, I don’t?”

Yuki’s cock flopped down against her face in a powerful cockslap, and Angelica reeled backward. Pale hands instantly grabbed at her hair and tugged her back into place, preventing her from moving a single inch. The weight of the shaft weighed her face down, and as it rolled back without a single word being spoken, she knew she was in for a rough facefucking - and instead of being scared or shocked or annoyed, her pussy wettened in anticipation. 

She opened her mouth to start licking at the cock as it dragged down, prepared and ready to worship it; right beside her, their shoulders rubbing, Lori was in much the same state, with Sasha mounting her from behind like an animal and Jordan angling herself in front of the woman, her thickness standing out at full-mast without going soft. Her red hair that had been sculpted by a professional tumbled in messy waves down her backside, and her full, weighty breasts hung down because of their sheer size such that they squished against the bedding. 

“This is such a great view,” Syd admired just a few moments later, manhandling the camera to get the best view possible. “Consider yourselves blessed, chat, to get two gorgeous babes on their hands and knees side-by-side.”

Angelica believed her. She believed they were blessed to be in such a position, to have the two busty beauties on their hands and knees while they were mounted from both ends. She practically drooled as the one cock was rubbed along her face and the other scraped at her folds, and Lori was in the same obvious state just in front of her, similarly drooling as she ravenously kissed Jordan’s fat dick and whining into the dark meat as Sasha clamped fingers down into a curvy ass. 

“And for the main event -”

She wasn’t sure who said the words, because everything was a mind-numbing pleasure so intense it felt like electricity being shot through her veins and along her spine. It was impossible for her to measure just how good it felt to have a dick inside of her, but as Andrea slammed forward with a harsh thrust and buried inches of her tan-skinned dickmeat into her sopping depths, the purest of pleasures surged through her. She whined breathlessly against Yuki’s dick as the wonderful hardness filled her up, making her Platinum accessories work overtime to fill her with drooling glee.

“God, she’s soooo fucking tight,” Andrea praised, rolling her hips and stirring out her pink walls. Her folds were stretched callously and wonderfully, and inches of her tunnel were stretched out comfortably around it. “Man, a fresh new slut never gets old!”

“Or Lori,” Sasha laughed, similarly having slammed into the redhead’s snatch. The busty woman whined with pleasure just as much as Angelica did, and her spine rocked violently as she was impaled in much the same way. They were two women of the same mind, both lost to the pleasure of the moment, and there was nothing more for them than the pursuit of pleasure.

Angelica and Lori whined in unison as fat dicks rammed into their cores without a sense of restraint, both being taken by their respective partners in tandem. A sort of senseless pleasure filled her breast at the powerful feeling of a hard dick stretching her out, and the way Andrea fit inside of her sopping walls was eye-watering pleasing. Even if it was just the choker speaking, every reaction was genuine; she loved the feeling, loved the sensations, and the power that the girls held over her was amazing.

“ Ahhh, ” Sasha moaned out, “So very nice…”

“Stuff them from both ends,” Syd urged happily, “Chat’s going crazy here!”

It wasn’t as if they needed any prompting, and very quickly Yuki’s hands were pulling her up and locking her face into place. The hard shaft ground against her lips, and she happily spread her jaw wide to accommodate it, desperately craving it - and the Asian girl happily sent her dick ramming forward with the same brutal force as Andrea, driving it over her fluttering tongue and into the whining tunnel of her throat in one fell swoop.

She, like Lori, had her mouth filled with hard dick and her throat stuffed to the brim in mere seconds, turning moans into sputtering gasps. It was as quick and easy as that, and neither of them could, or wanted, to do anything about it. They just gasped around hard shaft as they pressed down, the girthy girlmeat filling out the pink walls just as much as their stretched-out pussies, preparing to ream them out just as thoroughly.

“Pretty awesome,” Yuki moaned, her hands scratching at her thoroughly mussed blonde hair. “You know you’ve hit gold when a girl’s throat is as good as her cunt…”

Angelica sputtered around the throat-clogging cock while Andrea rolled her hips, ramming her thick, throbbing length in deeper with a simple, brutal shove. Her insides swelled in rough accommodation and sent bliss up along her spine, much to her satisfaction. The roughness appealed to her, and when the Latina sent her hand slamming down in a hearty clap, she only moaned around Yuki’s dick. 

“She wants it so fucking badly,” Andrea laughed, her hips tugging her shaft out of her welcoming embrace. Juices slurped and dripped down to the bed, and the shameless display was perfectly displayed on camera. “Good to see how easy it is to fuck even a stuck-up woman into submission, huh?”

Andrea drove her cock forward with a powerful sweep of her hips, jamming it right back inside all at once. She lacked Jordan’s hard edge and instead fucked her normally, but it still sent tingles of pleasure rushing through her as the hardness pushed its way inside at an almost methodical pace. She wedged out inner walls with slick noises and pressed herself down with a hard push that had her folds shiver with delight, and there was no holding any of it back.

She whined around the dick that was also rolling away inside of her mouth, making the walls of her throat shiver and clench. Her eyes squeezed down as tears rolled down their corners, drizzling over wet cheeks. Strain hit her as hard as the pleasure did, and she groaned wetly around the wrist-thick cock impaling her throat as it gently nudged at her insides and shifted them all out with sticky-sounding pops. 

“She’s cum already!” Sasha laughed from right beside them, but Angelica wasn’t allowed to even look over to the side with Yuki’s hands clutching her head. “Man, these sluts are desperate! ”

“More for us to enjoy,” Jordan huffed, her own cock already buried halfway down Lori’s tight throat.

“Is that it? Just a needy slut, Angelica?” Andrea chuckled, her hands digging into the fat flesh of her ass. She played with it, casually kneading as her hips rolled back, stretching out cunt lips and making her insides swell out. “Nah, don’t answer. I know you are. You’ve been drooling for my dick since you first saw me, huh?”

She slammed down hard and fast, drawing out a whorish, muffled whine from her lips. Her backside shivered as her walls rippled around the fat dick, only to find the heavy bulk dragging along her textured insides in the most stimulating ways possible. Her hands clenched down on the bedsheets as Yuki did the exact same thing, her own hips pulling back and her fingers tugging insistently on her hair like the convenient handhold it was.

Thanks, Lori, she thought, genuinely happy for it.

“No need to tease her,” Yuki told Andrea in a slow drawl. “Sluts like these always get off on acting high and mighty, then getting torn down from their high horse.”

Her dizzy mind shuddered as the two cocks rubbed against her walls in tandem, sending delicious friction through her. She gurgled in a whine around the one pale bitchbreaker as the other one dragged along her textured cunt and stretched it all out with deliberate firmness, then thrust right back inside as if she was a sheath for her dick alone. Sparks of pleasure shot through her brain as the dick thundered into her tight twat, and her body instinctively thrust back at the same time - rocking on her hands and knees, proving her to be the bitch in heat they so often professed. 

“I can tell,” Andrea laughed. “I barely have to do any work - she’ll fuck herself!”

“But where's the fun in that?” Sasha commented, and Angelica could hear, rather than see, her hips pounding against Lori’s ass as she started up into her stereotypically powerful fucking all at once. 

“Saying she could, not that I would, ” the Latina snarked. “A woman this fine deserves to be reamed out, not given control.”

Her cock drove down into her messy depths in a single hard rush that sent pleasure rolling through her, and her squirming snatch eagerly clamped down upon the hard rod. At the same time, Yuki rolled her hips in her overstuffed mouth, sending saliva dribbling out from her lips in a waterfall and her jaw stretching obscenely. She bathed herself in the slick, wet heat for a long moment, and it made her drool all the harder for it. 

She pushed herself down soon enough, however, and did so with the same feral power as Andrea. Her throat gurgled wetly as the shaft thrust down hard, stretching it all out at once. Inches of hard dickmeat jammed out her walls and made her esophagus swell outward, straining every possible bit of it all at once. More saliva built up as she started to sputter, but there was no hint of gagging; she had been fucked past that far too soon. Her throat was just another hole to be taken at their pleasure, and that was exactly what the girl did.

“Fuck me, this is good pussy,” Andrea groaned, her hands kneading her soft ass and stretching the doughy skin as she fucked her. She multitasked with ease, taking her enjoyment of her curvy body without a care in the world, and sent her dick ramming down with all the force she could muster. “This’ll take ages to lose its edge…”

“If it does,” Jordan quipped, slapping Lori’s skin as she fucked her throat so sloppily. 

“Hey, no making Lori seem like a disposal slut,” Syd huffed, and the others laughed. “She’s a good girl, yeah?”

“Keep it in your pants!”

“Well… ah… you see… ”

Angelica mewled messily as the rubbery cockhead hammered into her tight twat at awkward angles, sending the pink swelling out to eye-watering degrees. Andrea rolled her hips to drag herself back down, and it sent everything fluttering for the few plaintive moments before the stiffness of her girlmeat tamed the spasming mess. She shuddered as it drove into her in piercing strokes all at once, holding nothing back as she got into the fucking, and even if it lacked Sasha’s sudden, skin-clapping power, she adored it. 

She gurgled as Yuki’s cock sank into her tight throat, ramming out the soft lining of it all at once. The feeling of a hard, thick dick inside of her mouth was moan-inducing, and the act of it thrusting made her eyes want to roll. And, as the slim Asian girl began to drag herself along and fuck the pinkness of her esophagus, her choker buzzed with more of the soothing warmth she’d grown to love; a pleasurable sensation that told her good girl, take it, let them use you. 

The Platinum accessories and the endless fucking tore her down and threw her into a submissive state that she couldn’t physically claw her way out of, and with the constant reassurance from the choker, she didn’t want to. Maybe it was a coping mechanism from her mind, maybe it was all that effective, but she was a gurgling mess of a proud woman as Yuki rutted into her throat like a desperate animal and Andrea happily plunged her turgid girth into her sopping depths, taking her pleasure of her as she wished. 

“You all look so hot,” Syd mused, filming both busty women as they were spitroasted side by side. “Oh, chat, you guys must be loving this!”

“Almost as much as these sluts are,” Sasha laughed. There was a loud slap as a hand smacked Lori’s ass, and Angelica’s horny mind shivered in sympathy. 

The action was mirrored on Angelica not even a moment later, and she squealed around the dick in her throat as her ass clapped. A series of chuckles filled her ears as they all watched the doughy flesh of her ass shake and quiver, and it was punctuated by another powerful slap - this time, of Andrea’s hips ramming down all the way, hitting the soft curve of her rear with her taut pelvis. She lacked Sasha’s bed-shaking force, but that was more than enough for the blonde to shriek in pure pleasure.

She descended into the messiness of the spitroast without hesitation, without delay, letting one ream out her throat and the other fuck her cunt at full-force. They made no attempt to work at it in tandem, and just took their pleasure of her holes as they wanted to. Yuki moved carefully, dragging herself out and pushing herself inside so that she could really feel her throat clenching around her, while Andrea moved against her like she was desperate to be buried inside soft pussyflesh.

Her body shivered between them as the cocks rolled into her holes at awkward, intense paces. The way they stretched out her walls with sticky pops and wet gushes left her shuddering in pleasure, and the sensation of having her holes filled at the same time made her mind go numb. The two of them were strong, strapping futanari in their own ways, and her indoctrinated mind told her they were perfect for a woman like her; in fact, she should have been pleased that she had two to herself. 

Thick cocks sawed in and out of her holes without a sense of pacing, simply hammering away at her as they willed. Andrea’s hips collided with her ass in powerful, ringing swats, and the flesh was sent squishing down and rippling outward on each heavy blow - but it paled in comparison to Lori’s right beside her, who had her ass compressed down by each powerful thwap the German girl delivered. The flesh was squished down into a bulging heap as pressure was applied, and Lori whined with increasing desperation around the dark dick stretching out her throat.

Eyes rolled and voices gurgled as they were spitroasted side-by-side, their bodies rocking and rubbing messily. Breasts waved beneath their bodies, moving back and forth like fleshy, milk-filled bags; Lori’s heavier, bigger pair squishing against the bedding from simple gravity, and Angelica’s grazing it heavily as she was pounded into by the over-eager Andrea. Their backs curved downward as the two were hammered into from behind, acting like sluts in heat for their masters, while saliva drizzled from chins in heaps. 

“Almost feel bad for chat,” Jordan mused, “Missing out on these girls…”

“Hey, they get to see the show,” Andrea protested, hips slamming down in flesh-clapping thrusts. “Besides, they can barely handle us five!”

The Goon Squad all chuckled, while the two women moaned - and moaned, and moaned. Her mouth made sloppy noises as the one dick reamed out her throat, drawing up heaps of saliva with each deepthroating thrust it made; the other end was utterly stuffed to the brim with each downward slam, her walls forced into a rough accommodation that left her dizzier than possible. She whined as senseless pleasure rocked her, and each time her ass was compressed down, she shuddered in the throes of bliss. 

Her core tightened up more and more as she was fucked silly between both hung studs, with extra thrills running through her as Lori’s velvety, sweaty skin rubbed alongside hers. She whined and drooled on camera for all to see, and from the way Syd animatedly talked to the chat, they were eating it all up - but she did not care one bit. She was chasing the pleasure just as much as any of the four, and greedily gobbled up every last ounce of pleasure that was offered and then some. 

She wasn’t at all surprised when her core tightened up even further, squeezing down on Andrea’s cock - or when the girl loudly laughed and slapped her ass, making it tighten up further. “Fuck! She’s so ti - she’s loving it!”

“No need to say the obvious,” Yuki chuckled, while Sasha more enthusiastically agreed. 

“They are! Lori’s cum twice now, the horny slut!”

Angelica gurgled with increasing desperation as the cocks fucked her to another heady peak, driving her up a mountain of intense friction and drool-inducing strength before she hit a new level of pleasure. It wasn’t her first orgasm of the light at all; she’d lost track, in fact, and the girls were so experienced that the clamping, milking tightness was just more pleasure to them, something to joke about and use as a ‘score’, rather than anything to slow their paces. 

All they did was fuck her as they pleased, and it worked her into a frustrated knot of sensation that was spurred on and complimented by her Platinum jewelry. She whined with increasing fervour around one hard dick as the other continued to plow her snatch, showing off the depth of her hunger for a tight tunnel gripping her rod. She was merciless in her thrusting just as much as Yuki, and neither cared that she got tighter or whined hotter, rendering her a mewling mess. 

Her orgasm was stoked by the mechanical thrusting of their hips, and it was drawn out without any visible effort. She was like a tightly-strung instrument just ready to be plucked, and she was shivering the closer and closer she got to it; until it finally rolled over her in a wave of electric tingles, her mind going fuzzy and her eyes rolling up as her climax shook her. Her core got tight, her hands clenched down, and juices slurped out of her pussy, and the girls fucking her laughed rather happily. 

“Shit, ‘nother one for Ange!” Andrea laughed. “Gotta love a cock-starved whore!”

She climaxed around the cock pleasantly hard, and the sensation of it numbed her mind. All of it had, but her brain well and truly sank into a pit of intoxicating depravity as the orgasm took hold, making her lose track of time and place - everything was just white-hot pleasure, groan-inducing bliss, and cunt-wettening satisfaction. It was better than any orgasm she’d ever had, and it seemed like each one was becoming better, the choker enhancing it all until it soaked into every possible nerve ending at once. 

The feeling was indulgent and heady, so impossibly good that she wanted to feel it over and over and over again - but the girls were just happy to fuck her through, treating it not as a tumultuous, pleasure-ridden climax, but just a tight ring of muscles to fuck through. Andrea and Yuki did not stop as they thrust away at her with wild abandon, taking their enjoyment of her as she came her brains out for the umpteenth time, treating it was nothing more than a passing fancy. 

The two of them just kept going, continued to ram away at her holes, and it was mimicked by Lori beside her. The two busty women were rocked on their hands and knees as the four futas slammed into them in both directions and with desperate force, sending faces rocking back, throats bulging, and cunts aching. Breasts wobbled and asses clapped as they hammered into them in unintentional synchrony, creating a cacophony of slapping, thumping flesh that filled the air. 

“Nnnngh, fuck me,” Andrea moaned out, “This slut is too fuckin’ tight!”

“I know,” Yuki followed, her hands tugging forcefully as she dragged Angelica’s head down and forced her to throat her fat shaft. “She’s almost sucking my dick down…”

“Hey, feel free to fill them up,” said Syd as she calmly managed the hosting, “we’ve got plenty of hot suggestions to follow up from…”

“Take it, take it, take it, ” Jordan growled from right beside them, her pelvis bashing Lori’s throat as she went at her wildly. Red hair was twisted and turned like the handhold it was, while an ass was slapped powerfully time and time again. “I’m gonna -”

“Fuck,” Sasha groaned as she yanked on Lori’s hips and lifted her up like a doll, her last few thrusts hammering down with jaw-dropping force. “Right there -!”

It wasn’t harmonious and it was not planned, but the girls, one by one, came. Yuki seemed to do so first, but Angelica didn’t honestly know. She was only aware of the first jet of hot cum washing along her tongue and rushing down her esophagus in a now-familiar wave of rich velvet, and she gurgled wetly around it. The Asian moaned aloud and rolled her hips as her dick throbbed and came, pumping out string after hot string of cum into her throat without a shred of reluctance. 

Through it, Andrea sawed her fat, throbbing dick into her snatch, her pace ramping up with desperation until her last few thrusts had her ass quivering and her breasts wobbling violently. She pounded her ass like a nail as she desperately sought relief, and soon enough, she hit that peak - her hips pushing down all the way, sheathing every last throbbing inch inside, and then, with a slap to her ass, she groaned and came.

The feeling was familiar to her as well, but that did not stop her from finding pleasure in it. In fact, the feeling of the hot cum flowing into her tight pussy and washing against her bruised cervix filled her with glee, and she hit another orgasm right then and there - not a hint of shame in it, just a moaning pleasure as she climaxed around a similarly climaxing shaft. It filled her with raw heat that was impossible to quench and left her walls swelling out under the weight of all that right white, and she moaned senselessly for it.

She was practically starved of breath as cum spurted down her throat and directly into her stomach, but if anything, it only left her feeling sad; she wanted to taste it, to feel its silky texture and roll it around before gulping it down like fine wine, and instead she could only gurgle as it was fired as deep as possible. Her eyes rolled up as the voluminous load was poured down her throat and whimpered around the throbbing cockmeat as her cunt was stuffed up with rich baby-batter that filled up every possible inch at once.

The same happened to Lori beside her, and unceremoniously, side-by-side and on their hands and knees, the two businesswomen were filled with four loads of hot seed in front of a live audience. There was no shame in it, and the Goon Squad only cheered and clapped hands with one another as they lauded in their conquests once more, happy to have nailed them for another round. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Syd said from nearby, to everyone’s laughter. “Right, uh, we got - right, we’ve got a three-digit donation here, asking fooooor… Lori to eat out Angie! Nice!”

Angelica groaned thickly around Yuki’s dick at their words, and listened to the sloppy sounds of cum being churned out by hard cocks. The way that Andrea rolled her hips in post-orgasmic bliss left her trembling, as if the sheer friction of shifting cum was as intense as thrusting. 

“But, we know our sluts want dick,” Sydney quipped, “so why don’t we get Angie to clean up some of them while she’s eaten out, aaaaaand we’ll stuff up Lori again while we do it? How’s that sound, cha- oh, fuck, you guys love it, awesome -”

“Well, I know what I’m doing,” Sasha said first, shoving Lori forward until she landed on the bed in a heap and then moving around. All of the Goon Squad were in motion as they moved around at Syd’s dictation, but while Lori was urged around in a sweaty, panting heap, Angelica was dragged around and forced to sit up at the blonde German’s behest. 

“Wait a sec,” Jordan protested as Sasha tugged on Angelica like a doll, manhandling her around as she wished, “what’re you - are you going for another facefucking? That’s not fair -”

“Hey, she’s just cleaning me up,” she replied, slamming her cum-stained rod against Angelica’s face. The dizzy blonde gasped as her pretty features were slathered with seed, and she moaned immediately as she clamped her lips down instinctively and began to suckle; her horniness at an all-time high, her sluttiness so pronounced that the moment a cock was in front of her she craved it. “Can’t keep going with a messy dick, right?”

“Same,” Andrea quipped, quickly standing and moving around to similarly poke her cock against a cheek. Dizzily, Angelica leaned over and kissed it, her mouth all but drooling as she ran lips against a cum-stained tip. The taste of it was heavenly, and it left her craving more. “The slut loves cum, anyways.”

“Yes,” Angelica panted hoarsely, speaking for the first time since the stream had started. “Yes, yes -”

Sasha slapped her breast before groping it roughly, and she whined. “Yeah, we know.”

“You love getting treated like a slut, don’t you?” Syd asked instead, focusing the camera directly onto her, and she didn’t care. 

“Yes, so much,” she whined, her mouth panting against Sasha’s cock as it was jabbed forward. She slurped at it, pulling up cum lewdly, and the blonde sighed. 

“Just love being pinned down and told to pleasure big dicks, right?” Syd pressed. “Because you’re just a slut for cock, like all the others.”

“Yes,” she panted, swapping to Andrea’s tanned cock.”I - I love them so much -”

“Because you’re just a cockslut? Built for nothing more than taking dick?”

“Yes,” she groaned, her brain getting dizzier and dizzier. Lori was manhandled in front of her at the same time as it all went on, and the redhead, without speaking, laid down flat between her spread legs and had her face shoved down by Jordan’s possessive hand. She whined as a hot mouth pressed against her core with sudden ferocity, and she gasped at the feeling of a hot tongue sliding against her lips. “O-oh, f-fuck!”

“Oh? Like getting your cunt pumped up by some stranger’s cum, then having your best friend eat it out of you?” Syd’s voice was smug and prideful, and Angelica loved it.

“Yes! So much!” She gasped against a hard dick, loving how Lori’s tongue slipped out to lick her. The woman knew how to use it, and the way she started to slide the wet muscles long her glistening lips and lap at the white stuff leaking out was simply heavenly. 

“You li-”

“As hot as it is to hear this all,” Sasha interrupted with a chuckle, “Her mouth is way better when it’s wrapped around my cock.”

The next motion was a single intense rush of motion that left Angelica in awe. Her mouth was pried open, her head yanked around, and the fat, cum-stained length was rammed down her throat like a piledriver, forced down with such strength that her eyes watered instantly. Sasha just treated her like the cocksleeve they wanted her to be, and simply buried as much of her pulsating fuckmeat into her throat as she possibly could.

“Awww,” Andrea pouted, and Syd just sighed.

“As, Sash…”

The meaty pillar drilled down her tight throat, stretching out the walls further than Yuki’s had and brutally laying claim to the narrow passage. Her tongue was shoved down under the incredible weight of it, and her cheeks were battered aside into slick bulges of white. She could do nothing more than gurgle around it as it hilted inside of her, and the simple, casual roll of her hips was so impossibly intense that her eyes rolled up. 

Her gurgling strain was not noticed by Lori, who simply ate out her cunt with a fervour. She lapped at her sodden folds, dragged her tongue along, and then jabbed it in deep, tonguing up the thick load inside of her. Without shame, her best friend laid into her cum-filled depths and slurped it up, truly eating her out right then. She shoved her face between her legs with single-minded passion and went at her as if she had to, showing only eagerness in it all.

“My turn,” Yuki declared proudly, but only minimal attention was offered to her as she slapped her hands down on Lori’s fat, jiggling ass, squishing the flesh down and forcing the older woman down prone-bone, and then mounted her as if taking her rightful place. She said nothing more as she drove herself down into her sopping depths like she was impaling her, and all Angelica felt was the squeal of pleasure washing over her snatch. 

Yuki, much like the rest of them, didn't waste any time. She rolled her hips and dragged herself along in an instant, moving down with a hard thrust and thumping her pelvis against Lori's amazingly fat, doughy ass. it clapped and wobbled despite the Asian girl's smaller size, and it quivered because of the smooth, bubbly flesh. The redhead squeaked into her core, and the moaning breaths sent rushes of pleasure through Angelica, despite their lewdness.

She could not express it, though, with Sasha's cock clogging her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks all at once, and fingers clenched down in her hair oh-so-tightly. Without a word of warning of care, the blonde yanked her head, dragging her away from her throbbing fuckmeat without a care in the world, and only seemed to indulge in the feeling of a warm throat around her. Her rock-hard shaft was polished of cum in mere seconds of bathing in the slick saliva of her mouth, but that didn't stop the teen whatsoever from just dragging her right back down, impaling her all over again.

Angelica gurgled wetly as the cock thrust into the soft lining of her throat, hilting there with almost painful force and sending monstrously swollen balls right up against her chin. The German sighed in pleasure as her cock was stroked by the heat of a tight throat, and she casually rolled her hips before dragging her back again with force - almost brutally tugging her off, sending drool cascading over her strained lips. She whimpered as the shaft ground away at her esophagus and tongue, then made a louder, sluttier nose as it hammered right back down.

"Such an amazing throat," she moaned out, even though she had the same for Lori earlier; she seemed to praise every girl equally, a perfect kind of stud that was meant just to fuck and breed and not at all care about the 'who'. 

"Yeah, so don't hog it," Andrea snarked, and on Sasha's next rise, she dragged her head away from her dick and rather unceremoniously slammed her inside. There was no waiting on her end, either, and she just ferally pounded her throbbing fuckmeat into her saliva-strewn mouth, filling out her throat with another messy-sounding noise. "Ahhhhh...."

As the Latina moaned, so did Lori. She whimpered and whined whorishly as Yuki went at her snatch with passion, her slim body bearing down and powering her swollen girldick into tight insides. She fucked the buxom redhead prone-bone style, hands pushing down on shoulders as her pelvis thumped against the doughy curve of her ass. It was all sent into shivers as she drove herself against it with all the strength she had in her, and the sight of it billowing out around her was unbearably sexy to Angelica.

All of Lori was, though. The sight of her breasts squishing down beneath her into soft swells of side boob was delightful, and her red hair buried between her thighs was intoxicating - almost as much as her tongue sliding against her snatch, returning the favour from earlier with far more skill. Even though she was being hard-fucked on the bed, the way she moved her tongue was like a dream. Each sweep was perfectly placed, and each press was absolutely pleasurable. The redhead curved and curled it against sodden lips and applied gratifying pleasure to the spongy lips, and she pressed lips down against a sensitive clit in ways that made her gurgle around Andrea's cock.

The Latina, heedless of all else, pounded herself into her throat at a faster pace than Sasha had. Her dick just thrust into her throat in an immediate facefucking, working in and out in deep, rolling arcs of motion. She sent her tanned cock sinking down to the hilt and forced her heavy balls up against the saliva matting of her chin, then drew back with sticky, wet pops and a sigh. Angelica gurgled pitifully around it, loving the feeling of it all but left unable to breathe as a result.

"Man, she looks great with that throat bulging and mouth drooling," Syd admired from afar, still hosting the stream. "Fuck..."

"Girl on girl action is always hot," Jordan followed, her hand slowly stroking her wet dick. "Especially when they're being filled with dick."

Angelica's mind wholeheartedly agreed with the words, but she still could say nothing as Andrea rammed her dick into her throat. Her face was a mask of satisfaction, and she eagerly worked herself back and forth, not at all caring about cleaning her dick off but simply using her esophagus to get off. Her hardness was stroked by the lush walls and caressed by their clinging tightness, and she moaned with each balls-deep stroke into her mouth. 

Her face was tugged along by their strong hands, both of them working in tandem to yank her up and down the hard dick. She was throat-fucked by Andrea and manhandled along like a toy, a sheath to pleasure dick, and not a person - but she loved it. She gurgled and sputtered happily as her throat was stretched, and she adored the pleasure that came with having Lori eating out her snatch, the tongue sliding along with potency. It was intoxicating and heady, the feeling of her tongue dragging along her clit pure indulgence, and she felt pleasure curl around in her lower half.

"Right," Sasha declared, "My turn."

"Aw, that's not fair!"

Sasha yanked her off of Andrea's dick and twisted her head around like a toy, then slammed into her mouth in one hard push. She did it with expert precision, and before Angelica had even been able to take a breath, she was filled up with yet more hard cockmeat. It filled out her throat in an intense rush, leaving eyes watered even harder than before and she sputtered messily as the wrist-thick shaft stretched her throat all out for the camera.

"Fair has no place in it," Sasha laughed. "Besides, plenty of Angelica to share!"

"True that," was the reluctant reply.

"Yeah, and she's loving it," Syd purred. "Check it out, slut - just an hour - er, something like that - in, and she's a drooling slut!"

Angelica gurgled like a drooling slut as Sasha hammered into her throat with force, sending walls rippling and stretching outward obscenely. Her hands manhandled her along like a toy, dragging her up and down as she reamed out her throat. Increasingly sloppy noises rang out as her throat clamped down and began to pull at the stiff muscle, desperately seeking air; and, naturally, the built blonde did not care, and simply enjoyed the massage for what it was. 

As she was throatfucked, her sloppy sputtering mingled in with the sound of a clapping ass. Yuki fucked Lori in a steady pronebone, smashing her hips down as she filled up her presumably aching cleft over and over. She was so wet the sounds of churning liquid were nearly as obscene as the slurping of saliva, and it created a messy harmony. The redhead whined with each downward drop and each impaling stroke, clearly loving the way that the dark-haired girl went at her - almost like a miner digging for gold. 

Even then, Lori kept up her messy eating, her tongue sliding up along her flushed folds in a needy fervour and her mouth plucking at the sodden pink with hunger. She tugged it up and suckled firmly before letting go and running lavish licks with the flat of her tongue across her pussy, and Angelica adored it. Her pelvis bucked against her face as her best friend ravenously ate her out, pulling in cum with every thrust of her tongue and eagerly gobbling it all down like nectar - clearly, getting the same high off of it as Angelica did. 

Or more, since she was so far along by comparison. As it was, the two were pleasured by their degrading fucking, loving how they were forced into lewdness together and having their holes fucked together. Her ass clapped as it was pounded against, and Angelica's throat gurgled as it was stretched out. There was no care to be found, no hesitation in any of the girls, just an urge to fuck the hot sluts that found themselves in their clutches and nothing more.

“Gosh, these sluts get off on it sooo hard,” Jordan laughed, seemingly scrolling through the chat. “Yeah, you can totally try your luck with these two! They’ll probably be down for anything, sure -”

Angelica was yanked off of Sasha's cock, and she pulled in a messy, desperate lungful. Air was quickly replaced by Andrea's dick, which rammed itself down into her throat and began to hammer away at the tight hole like the convenient hole it was, treating her like nothing more than a shameless whore. Her face rocked and reeled as a pelvis smacked against her, making her nose sore and chin ache, but the hands pulling on her and forcing her down with sloppy sputters made movement nearly impossible.

A sloppy sputter left her lips as Andrea’s dick drove into the tightness of her throat, slamming past her spread lips in a desperate bid to get as deep as possible. It was an insane, heady pace that left her breathless - quite literally - and she groaned around the thick slab of dickmeat. It tasted good to her Platinum-enhanced mind, and her eyes watered with a strange, heady satisfaction as it filled her up in brutal slams. Hands were tight around her head, clamping down and forcing her along, rendering her at the woman’s mercy.

Her jaw was stretched out as Andrea thrust into her throat, fucking it like it was a toy. She rolled into her and pushed down fiercely, forcing saliva to well up obscenely and powerfully. It dripped down her lips in an endless waterfall, with the stickiest strings swinging backward and forward with each violent roll of her head. Without pause, the Latina thrust down, sawing her shaft into her hot throat over and over again, slamming balls into her messy chin with skin-clapping force.

“Ugh, take it, slut,” Andrea grunted, driving down with force. 

Angelica whined around the hard slab of dickmeat as it thrust through her stretched jaw and into her throat, and through it all, the same thing happened to Lori - her cunt being slammed full at the same breakneck pace that her throat was filled, her ass clapping in a series of slapslapslaps that filled the room. Her spine arched and her hands gripped onto Angelica’s ankles as she sought some sort of relief from the strain rolling through her, but she was granted no reprieve through it all.

She did not suffer for it, however. She took the hard dick happily, and through it she kissed and licked at her cunt with a hot fervour. Her mouth pressed against her clit and suckled firmly, then drew back with wet pops to run her lips against her sodden folds. She plucked at their softness and drew them up pleasantly, sending hot flushes running along the blonde’s pelvis, then sank her tongue down to slurp up the heavy load that had been pumped into her. For Angelica, who rarely felt a girl’s tongue go at her, it was the purest of pleasures, heightened into something frighteningly intense by the choker.

Did she ever imagine Lori in such a situation? Her best friend eating cum out of her? Absolutely not. Did she love it? She did, with all her heart. She knew her brain was manipulated into it, but she didn’t care one bit. Pleasure surged through her as she was eaten out, and the treat of seeing her busty friend being fucked prone-bone by a girl half her size was surprisingly amazing. She loved it as much as the dick hammering into her throat without a care in the world, and she gurgled her satisfaction in a way that made her seem like a sloppy whore. 

Sasha was not just waiting around, and her head was tugged around and directed toward the second colossal bitchbreaker faster than she could breathe. It was rammed so deep into her throat that she swore it was going to reach her stomach, and without pause, the German flexed her muscles and forced her into another sloppy throatfucking that had her gurgling. Saliva drooled down from her chin in thick lines that spattered against her plump chest, leaving it all wet and shiny with fluid.

She moaned as the hard dick thrust through her, filling her lips and throat with a wrist-thick cock bigger than many could ever hope to boast. It was a meaty, throbbing, virile pillar that left her reeling, and she sputtered weakly as she was manhandled along, forced to gobble up her many girthy inches all at once. There was no pretext of just cleaning her, no assumption that she had to polish her off, just a dirty, messy deepthroating where she pleasured herself with the tight walls and textured embrace.

“Hey, a blowbang could be a fun idea some time,” Syd said, talking directly to the chat. “Hmmmm… Maybe we could - Oh, ‘till they pass out? Seems fun!”

“I mean, Angelica looks like she’s the kinda bitch to love getting her throat fucked,” Jordan said very simply, and the blonde business woman only flushed with happiness at her mocking words. “She kinda is, too.”

“Defo,” Andrea grunted, moving through her throat after taking control back from Sasha. “Definitely a - fuck - throat slut -”

Everything seemed to fall into a mess where time was meaningless; the way the two girls passed her around, the cocks in her throat, moving from one to the other and having them both fuck her face; it was all the same, and she loved them all. She groaned and gurgled happily as she was fucked in the throat right on camera, and her pelvis bucked as her wet snatch was polished off by her best friend with eager laps and flicks. She ground herself against Lori’s eagerly kissing lips and plucking mouth, and enjoyed the friction of it intensely.

Through it all, she watched the buxom redhead get reamed out by Yuki, who continued to thrust down into her. They all worked in a rough synchrony; swapping, moving, thrusting, cocks hammering down into tight holes in another series of powerful, punishing movements, just like before. There was no pause for any of them, and as she was throatfucked by the two, Lori was slamfucked down into the bed in a lewd, heady prone bone. 

“Let’s - fuck, let’s get them all together,” Syd started all at once, seemingly worked up, “and - yeah, let’s just stuff them all up.”

“What, DP?” Yuki asked, perking up as she slowed her hips. 

“Yeah,” Syd husked, clearly excited. “Two at a time, both of them together. Get all romantic and shit, or something. Show them how slutty they are.”

“Perfect,” Andrea groaned. “I’m tapping -”

“I’ll take Angelica,” Sasha declared, pulling back and dropping to her knees.

The Latine frowned. “Then -”

“I’m pounding her pussy,” Syd declared, to the mixed reactions of the other.

“Well, I’ll get her ass,” the blonde teen shrugged, and Andrea pouted. 

“At least Lori is hot.”

Jordan smirked. “I’m -”

“-The host,” Syd said casually, all but throwing her the manual camera. “ That’s for fucking up the livestream.”

Jordan sputtered. “F-fuck off!”

“That’s the intention,” the dyed-haired teen said all too smugly.

Angelica was barely sure what was happening at that point. She was oxygen-deprived and totally dizzy, making it hard to think and harder to understand what was happening. She was pulled along, dragged like the willing fucksleeve she was, and thrown down in a messy heap of limbs. So was Lori, and they have shuffled around recklessly. They weren’t angled face-to-face, but rather almost head-to-head in a line; a ninety-degree angle plane to their bodies, rolled onto their sides, with girls slipping in on either end.

They were quick, and they were speedy. They mounted them, took their place, and took control in moments, having done it a dozen times before and knowing intimately how to get into position. The women were just two horny fuckdolls for them to take command of, and they had done it so many times they were just moving into well-worn positions like a sports team. Bodies aligned themselves easy, with Sasha’s muscled form taking her from behind while Syd lined herself up with her front, the girls lifting her legs to bare her holes and sliding cocks up in moments.

There was nothing more to it than that. Syd looked into her eyes, her face almost buried in her breasts, and smirked up at her as she pressed her cock against her entrance. Sasha did the same, and any words that the smug teen might have spoken were lost on her as the teen just rammed herself forward, not at all caring that everyone was taking her time and just hungry to get into her insides as quick as possible.

Angelica could do nothing but squeal. Her ass was bent around the cock, her insides shifted out, and her spine arched violently; her assflesh squishing up against her taut pelvis as the thick rod descended, driving into her too-tight depths with eye-watering pain. It thundered down with force, wedging out the clamping inner walls of her asshole and stretching it out around her, and a subtle roll had it all flexing. Her reactions flitted across her face at a mile a minute, and Syd drank it all up happily.

“That’s it, you dumb slut,” Syd laughed, “See how good this is?”

She did the same as Sasha as she rammed her cock up, hammering up into her tight twat with the same brutal force as everyone else so far. She seemed to take much more enjoyment out of it, though, happily thrusting away with the sole intent to make her squeal, and Angelica did exactly that. She cried out as Syd’s hard cock - the second biggest of the group, and one of the biggest in her life - stretched her out like putty, making her pussy feel like it was being filled up by an entire forearm.

“Fuck!” She whined, and the rest of them laughed.

“Oh, yes!” Lori moaned in contrast. Her face was nearby, angled just a few inches away, and she was pinned between Yuki and Andrea - the Latina in her snatch, and the Asian in her ass. They did the same as the others as they pushed their dicks down, happily working at her holes, stretching her out before pulling back. “Yes!”

“Yes!” Angelica panted, mirroring her redheaded friend as hard cocks pushed down into her holes, stretching out her ass and filling out her tight snatch. She whined at the feeling of the thick girths pushing down, taking control of her insides as if they owned her, leaving her as breathless as the throatfucking hard; eyes watered as they pressed down and rolled, working her out around them, then tugging powerfully.

“So fuckin’ slutty,” Syd laughed. “God, you love cock, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Angelica moaned. “Oh, yes, it’s so good!”

“Love getting fucked by us?” Syd drawled smugly, her hips rolling smoothly - pulling her hard cock back, dragging the wrist-thick girth pulling along her pink inner flesh and sending it rippling. She whined at the delicious friction of the white cock pulling out, and at the same time, Sasha much more brutally dragged herself backward and sent it all swelling to eye-watering degrees.

“So much!”

“Want to be our horny little fuckslut for the entire night?” Syd thrust her fat cock into her tight snatch in a sudden rush, burying so many throbbing inches into her that the blonde could only squeal. Her stomach writhed and her spine bent, pushing her tits into Sydney’s face and her ass against Sasha’s hard pelvis. “Get fucked by us until you pass out?”

“Yes!” She gasped, “y-yes!”

Lori was making the same lewd, depraved sounds as Yuki and Andrea slammed into her in a rough double penetration, fucking her ass and her cunt with skin-clapping force. They got into it far faster than the other pair, happily working at it with depraved hunger, all while whispering slutty nothings into her ears. She whined at it, moaned out in pleasure at their words, seemingly as intoxicated by it all as Angelica was.

Syd laughed as she thrust up into her snatch, jamming out her walls with sticky noises and peeling them apart as firmly as she could. Sasha stretched her asshole with much more power and much more strength, ramming down into the tight rosebud with feral passion. She was a fucking machine, built for hard sex, and she did just that in no time at all - starting up into a powerful series of downward thrusts that left Angelica breathless, and was accentuated by the Goon Squad leader’s deliberate motions.

“C’mon, you two,” Jordan huffed from on-high, getting a good view of it all with the handheld camera, “Get those mouths together, and - I dunno, link hands or some shit? Something lewd.”

There were only laughs as hands pushed on the backs of heads and sent them together, and neither Angelica or Lori needed to be told what to do or prompted into it. The lewdness of the moment soaked into their brains and made them totally complacent, and there wasn’t an ounce of reluctance in them. The moment they were told to, they happily slammed their mouths together in a hot, lustful kiss, their plump lips squishing together with sudden force and squishing down smoothly.

Lori moaned into her mouth as their lips connected, and Angelica whined against her. It wasn’t quite a kiss and more just a fierce press of lips punctuated by their sloppy moaning of pleasure, but the feeling of softness pressing against her and sliding away left her dizzy. She mewled as her best friend’s impossibly soft, pouty, and plump mouth squished down, making it clear what the word cock suckers really meant, and pleasure tingled along her spine. At the same time, at the teens’ insistence, their hands rose up and locked together clumsily, fingers tangling and clasping together in a lewd handhold.

They whined into one another’s mouths as the two pairs of girls thrust into their holes, four cocks plunging into four holes without pause. It was an almost surreal situation to be in and a totally lewd thing to experience, and Angelica loved it. She groaned and shivered as Sasha hammered against her ass, sending the fat flesh pillowing out as she thrust into her asshole, and Syd grunted happily as she thrust up into her sopping slit and sent her bulbous cocktip ramming into her womb.

“Fuck, that’s the stuff,” Jordan groaned from above.

“Very - fuck - hot,” Andrea grunted, looking up at Lori. Her face was stuck in her impossibly fat breasts, and she eagerly used the leverage to clamp down on a turgid nipple and tug it into her mouth. Lori gasped powerfully as her breasts were slurped upon by the eager Latina, and she parted her lips against hers; and Angelica happily thrust her tongue into the suddenly barred cavern, plunging it down and tasting her warmth.

Lori reciprocated with a messy noise, and the two friends made out as the teenagers abused their weakened minds to run a train on their holes. Fingers dug into pale skin as throbbing dickmeat was sheathed into tight holes, plundering them with senseless fervour. Wet, sticky noises rang out loud and clear as they were reamed out remorselessly, and skin clapped with a headiness that was almost impossible to properly understand. It went red and became the same shade as Lori’s hair, and sweat dripped down like rainwater - but no one cared.

They just kept on going, hammering away at their voluptuous bodies as if they owned them, treating them like nothing more than hot fuckdolls to be paraded around on stream. Cocks pumped forward at rough, powerful paces, sheathing every last throbbing inch into every hole on offer time and time again. Their power made her insides shift out wetly, and her core twisted violently as her ass and cunt were reamed out in the same mind-numbing breath each time they moved; so powerful and intense that she could almost feel them rubbing against one another, rubbing her inner walls into paste.

“So fucking slutty,” Syd laughed mockingly. “Told you you’d be begging for it!”

Angelica could do nothing but moan into her best friend’s lips and caress her tongue frantically as they were both hard-fucked. They rocked and rolled against one another as cocks hungrily plunged into wet holes and tight asses, taking everything they wanted out of the voluptuous women without restraint. They had no need to hold back or show anything close to care as they fucked their toys, and they did so with gratification at the forefront of their minds; the pleasure of intense, sweaty sex, and the triumph of getting a hot new women into their bed and broken on their dicks.

Angelica loved every last moment of it. She whined into Lori’s mouth with every buck and thrust, tongue tangling with hers, and their palms clasped together lovingly. She moaned out as hard dicks hammered away at her with the sole purpose of drawing out slutty reactions from her defeated body, and knew that Syd was taking great pleasure in it - but she did not care. She moaned happily as hips rolled and cocks worked their way in and out of her sopping depths, showing her the place she was meant to be.

Her Platinum accessories turned her into a willing slut, and she loved the idea that she was being broken down by five hung teens as if it was nothing. She was being reduced to the same sloppy, sluttty mess that Lori was, a toy to please their dicks and earn them clicks, and nothing more. The thought pleased her, gratified her, and with the combination of thrusts and the feeling of her friend’s hands and tongue, it set her off hard.

Her orgasm rocked her, sent her into shivering trembles, and it was marked out by the girls just happily thrusting away at her without pause. Lori was in the same state, and she could feel her orgasm rolling through her fleshy, curvy body, and into her moaning voice - but it was unmarked as the other two girls just hammered away at their clenching depths, fucking them like cheap whores. There was no more to it than that: their gorgeous bodies were pulled upon, their breasts caressed and squeezed, and asses remorselessly clapped down by mechanically pumping hips.

“So fucking good,” one of them groaned, and Angelica lost track of time such that she didn’t even know who it was.

“So tight,” said another hoarsely.

“They’re built for fucking,” said Syd, her voice the clearest of them all. “Prime fuckmeat, just made to get pounded.”

Dicks worked in and out at frantic, messy paces, slamming in, driving inch after inch into juice-laden depths and tight ass walls, then tugged out with flesh-rolling force. Sasha and Yuki fucked asses in tandem, and fat flesh was sent billowing out as they rammed down at full power and sent legs and hair flopping around; Andrae and Syd merely thrust up in penetrating strokes that turned cervixes to mush, claiming their deepest points with ease.

They moaned into one another’s mouths and kissed frantically as the girls fucked them four at a time, thrusting in and out and clapping against their flesh like the lewdest of drums. They kept at it with shocking force, fucking them into one another more and more, bodies sliding all across the messy six-person fuck session on live camera. Sweat dripped and eyes watered, while drool was lathered into skin by the friction of the fuckin. It didn’t stop; never stopped, with dicks constantly hammering away, thrusting into tight holes and reaming them all out with inches of girthy cockmeat.

They whimpered into one another’s mouths over and over again as they were fucked wildly; tongues twisting, tangling, and touching, their teeth chattering as they clicked together on the more awkward movements. Her tongue slipped and slid in clumsy twists, tasting all the delicious cum that lingered in Lori’s mouth and mixing it in with her natural taste. She moaned into her as Syd hammered away at her womb, and Lori did much the same as Yuki clapped against her ass.

“Fuck, this is too hot,” Jordan groaned at some point, and Angelica was only dimly aware of the dark-skinned girl rising up and moving around them. “I’m not going without a turn, fuck that.”

Before they even understood it, her girthy rod was sent swinging down in front of their kissing faces, slapping against their foreheads like a meaty behemoth. They gasped as one, but there was no hesitation - they knew what to do, and how to do it. With the camera pointed down at their lustful faces they immediately attacked the cock in a messy fervour, planting their plump lips down on the hard cock that was craving attention.

“That’s it, sluts,” Jordan sighed, “just like that…”

Lips that had just been kissing one another began to plant messy suckles against the hard rod, pressing in so close that they squished down into cushions and then ran across it hungrily. Their touch was ravenous and rapacious, nothing prim or proper in it, just sloppy suckles and wet kisses that left saliva dripping. They went at the hard shaft with passion, making out with the throbbing flanks of it in tandem, their mouths working at it to the pleasure of the girl above.

“They just need a hard dick, and they’re salivating,” huffed Syd, who reamed out Angelica’s snatch with feral thrusts.

“That’s how they always are,” parroted Andrea, who did the same to Lori’s, sending her plump curves into wobbles.

Mouths pulled hungrily at the hard dick in an awkward tandem, with Lori all but lovingly making out with the shaft while Angelica just kissed and kissed and kissed with hunger. She pushed into the stiff cockmeat until saliva drooled down, and Lori plucked at the skin and suckled so powerfully that it shuddered between them. As pressure was applied they squished it down, and plump lips pillowed out softly and lewdly.

“Get in there,” the host moaned out, seemingly loving the sensation of two girls frantically going down on her. She groaned as lips caressed her throbbing girlmeat, dragging up and down with lust, their movements getting harder and more desperate as the other four fucked their holes so intensely that their brains went numb. Gasps echoed into the hard flesh they so frantically kissed, and tongues awkwardly lapped at it like they were positively starved.

Cocks slammed in and out at awkward beats, the girls just moving for their own pleasure and nothing else. No synchrony, no timing, just single-minded rutting and powerful, penetrating strokes that left insides feeling like jelly. The pleasure of it was so intense that the chokers were white-hot around slim necks, and the intoxicating delight sent them head-first into orgasm after orgasm which rocked buxom bodies like that was the only thing they were designed for.

Through it all, they lapped at Jordan’s hard shaft, licking the hard flesh with long tongues and moving along in desperate arcs of motion. They bathed it in the smooth, velvety softness, drizzling saliva over it from top to bottom, and leaving her moaning. As she mewled, the others groaned and grunted with exertion, forcing themselves down over and over again, fucking the girls into one another - all of their bodies rubbing by that point, any sense of it reduced to a tangle of limbs.

Angelica lost track of everything in the sweaty gangbanging. She just sucked on a cock with Lori to the other side of her, doing what she was told to do - kissing it when Jordan said so, locking lips with Lori when Syd told her to, and wrapping lips firmly around it as the others dictated. She slurped at the meaty flank as Sasha reamed out her asshole, and she watched through teary eyes as the redhead pulled on the throbbing tip and gave it a lewd suckling as she was fucked so hard her breasts flopped around in fleshy arcs.

It all kept on going - cocks pumping into hot snatches and tight assholes, flesh ringing with titanic claps that would not have been out of place in a forge, juices churning to obscene degrees and sweat flinging around like rain. It was a heady, intense fucking that gave Angelica so much pleasure she never wanted it to stop, and she conveyed it with each moan and groan and mewl that left her lips. She whined into the hardness of the shaft she was slobbering over as she was absolutely fucked out of her mind, and adored every last moment of it.

Cocks plunged in and out with sharp contractions, letting muscles work across her skin. Taut skin, hard muscle, and strong bodies writhed with motion as they fucked her into a senseless heap, and another powerful orgasm rocked her. None of them cared, though, and Lori, who shared in her predicament, only mewled into the cock she was slurping upon, bathing it in warmth. Hands were all over them, touching and kneading and pulling and slapping, treating them like backstreet sluts they’d happened to pick up, and nothing more.

Angelica loved it. She loved it as their words became more demeaning and crude, and as their cocks throbbed insistently with each forceful shove. The virile pulsations and powerful sensations filled her with glee, and her choker reinforced it all oh-so-deliberately. She didn’t care about any of it, only taking joy in the situation she shared with Lori, and came to terms with her love for it. She knew the thoughts were foreign, and she simply did not care at all.

“Fuck!” A girl groaned out, and she moaned her assent into the cock she was slobbering over, her lips so far around it that she was almost kissing Lori across the beefy girth.

From there, it was like a tidal wave: All of the girls moved frantically, desperately, with the first firing off her load into Lori and sending her into squeals, and was quickly followed by the rest. They knew they did not need to hold out when they had hours at their disposal, and simply went all out for a few frantic, messy moments before achieving their blissful peaks and emptying out virile loads into waiting holes and craving bodies.

As she was filled up, Angelica hit another tumultuous peak, and sang in pleasure as another orgasm ripped through her. Eyes watered and her brain went numb as her ass was pumped full of hot baby-batter and her cunt was filled to the very brim with hearty seed, and she groaned weakly for it all. She shuddered between the two toned girls that had her pinned like a cushion, forcing her curves into submission between them, and let the pleasurable sensations fill her up - and their mocking words fill her mind.

“That’s a good slut,” husked Sasha.

“That’s what a good girl gets,” grunted Syd.

She moaned into Jordan’s hard cock in turn, and that set the girl off, too, her cock climaxing between them and painting their faces with a hot, sticky facial that seemed to cling to the contours of pretty features. They were stained in ropes of rich white, which plastered across chins and noses and eyes and foreheads all at once - and they did not care about that one bit. In fact, Lori and Angelica only attacked one another, lapping up the delicious seed off their cheeks and lips with their hungry tongues, to the adoring praise of the teens.

“So hot,” said one.

“So fucking slutty,” laughed another.

“Let’s do the thing?” Suggested on, and that was as far as Angelica got. 

They were dragged aside, tugged along, and pinned down in seconds; legs flipped up, their cunts bared, and their bodies manhandled. Blindfolds were wrapped around eyes that were so teary as to already be useless, and gags were tied around mouths so tightly they could barely moan - something that Lori seemed comfortable with, but Angelica was not. But, as she was flipped up into a mating press and her legs were tied up to the headboard behind her, she could only shudder in pleasure; and she shuddered all the more when the first girl that she could not see mounted her like she was a breeding-slut and thrust down, filling her with her blissful cockmeat.

“You know how this goes,” Syd told the camera. “Buuuut for you newcomers: whenever we snag a new girl, we do our ending competition. Experienced slut against new chick, both tied up into mating presses, eyes and mouths covered. Then, we go at them in pairs, handing out creampies until one of them passes out first!”

Angelica moaned whorishly into her gag at her words. She knew she should have been afraid, should have been bothered, but as the unknown girl - it felt like Yuki - thrust into her, she was filled with bliss. She could feel Lori right beside her and felt the bed shake, and the pleasure intensified - it felt so right. The situation was just perfect for her, a good use of her body and her talents, and if that was what the delicious studs wanted, they could have her. 

“Lori, of course, has never lost the challenge, and she’s the reigning camp!” Syd cheered, and the girls laughed as they thumped into their pussies and clapped their strong, sturdy torsos against upturned thighs. “Angelica might be born to take cock, but can she last the eighteen-round marathon and come out on top? Probably not, but that’s what the bet is for!”

All Angelica knew, as the girls started to fuck them both mating press style, their arms and legs bound, their mouths gagged and their eyes blocked, was that they were the best things she’d ever felt in some time. She knew that the chokers were the cause for her feelings, but she didn’t care; she was defeated, fucked into submission, and the cocks and their cum only left her more addicted, instead of bringing her clarity; she was at their mercy, and each depraved act only pushed her deeper into it, forcing her down until she couldn’t make heads or tails of anything.

She was a proud, arrogant woman, and she was fucked and defeated by their dicks. She was brutally fucked like a cheap whore along with her best friend in the internet’s lewdest double feature, and she could do nothing about it. She was senseless, breathless, mind-numbed and intoxicated, and she could not help herself. She wanted their dicks more than she could understand, wanted to let them gangbang her all night long, and she did not want it to stop - to ever stop.

She was sure her actions would mean something in the morning. In the then and there, as the nameless girl reamed her out in a mating press while Syd hosted the show once more, she only thought how badly she wanted to be fucked into an unconscious heap beside her best friend and share in the magnificence of the mind-altering Venus Package experience. 

Chapter Text

“Fuck,” Angelica whined out to herself, looking up at the ceiling of the bedroom with a sigh. “It doesn’t stop. Nothing stops it.”

She groaned to herself. Eyes squeezed shut as she shifted under the silk of the sheets, pulling along until they gently slipped off from over her. Plump white curves were revealed to the open air, shown in all their impressively curvy glory. Breasts wobbled gently as she lifted herself up, then bounced as she flopped down against the soft bed. It was a nice bed, and one that she would have enjoyed, had she not felt so damned warm inside.

Immediately, and with only a twinge of reluctance, Angelica let her hands slide down her body. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them in a strange little fit of frustration, then squeezed her eyes down shut in the next moment. She felt a strange rush pass through her as she touched herself, then bit her lip as she realized it only made the feelings coursing through her all the more intense for it. She let her hands dip down even more, moving across her flat stomach to touch her core, and gasped throatily as fingers probed her naked folds.

The touch sent shooting sparks through her, but in the next moment she drew her hand back as if she’d been burned and let out a reluctant groan. She shifted in the bed and rolled, thoroughly upset by the burning heat inside of her. In the process, she caught sight of tits beside her: two big, mountainous breasts flopping one over the other, each one a giant, fleshy mound of perfection. Her mouth almost watered at the sight of them before she shook her head long enough to get rid of the treacherous thoughts, then groaned.

Then, the thoughts came back.

Lori looked amazing as she slept there on her side, Angelica mused. Her best friend was a total bombshell, and she looked damned good there. The fact that she was in her bed only half-disturbed her; she’d slept with Lori before through college and uni, and at other experimental times in her life, and there was no small amount of attraction between them. She was just too busy to act out on it, and that was where she’d left it.

Except, her current situation ruined it all for her. She hadn’t been able to resist taking Lori into her bed last night, that was how horny she had been. She couldn’t control herself as the mental implants ruined her, making her into something she didn’t want to be, and desperate for relief, she’d let her redheaded friend seduce her and fuck her for hours. She’d let her do it all to satiate that burning ache inside of her, to tame the passions filling her, and instead found herself up the very next morning with those same damned urges inside of her.

Sex with another girl did nothing, true to the words of Candi and Brandi. She could cum, but she couldn’t stop the Platinum-level implants from working their magic; they weren’t just colours on her wrist and her neck. They modified the brain, adding subroutines to her mental implants that replaced work ethic with a sex drive, proper conduct with a hungry libido. It spiked her system with hormones that told her to fuck, and the control system only kicked in once she gave her body what it wanted. A good dicking, and she’d be in the clear for a while. The harder the fucking, the better; the more sex, the more her mind became her own; the more cum she tasted, the more baby-batter that plastered her womb, the lesser the effects became. 

Isolation made her nerves build, had her libido rise up harder and hotter. Touching herself did nothing. Fucking Lori did nothing, even though she was a sex goddess. She couldn’t control her own fate no matter what she tried to do, and above everything else, that wore her down hard. She couldn’t masturbate, couldn’t fuck another chick, couldn’t just sit in her room and avoid the burning need from filling her up and up and up.

She’d tried. She’d really tried to stop it. It was hard, thought; so hard she let her best friend fuck her just because Lori had wanted to be banging her ‘hot bod’, as she said, for years, and she’d let her. To Angelica, she was locked in a battle for survival; one where she struggled to maintain her dignity and sanity day after day. She tried her damndest to keep herself sane, to not give in to the terrible situation she found herself stuck in, and made every active attempt to combat it all and escape the float sex-dungeon she found herself trapped on. 

Hell, the entire last week had been a nightmare for her. A terrible mess where she tried her hardest to pull herself out of the insanity she found herself in, and repeatedly failed. Really, she was left out suppose that the entire trip had been a nightmare so far, so she really wasn’t in the biggest position to complain about her life having totally gone to shit in a short time frame - it had started from the very moment she’d stepped onto the ship, exactly when she had boarded, and gone on steadily ever since. She’d been practically preyed upon, chosen out to be added to the roster of sluts The Venus Package had to offer, and every single hour of every single day saw her get closer to that lofty role.

It was a battle for survival, and things were not going well for her. Trying to resist was the single hardest thing she’d ever tried to do in her entire life, and weeks of it wore her down, turned her mental state into paste, and left her more and more of a mess. She didn’t even feel like the woman she’d been when boarding the ship, and every day saw her get a little bit worse. The mental modifications to her brain left her operating at a lower level than what she was used to, and now that the truth about the ship was out of the bag everything had become so much more intense that it was almost an overload.

It may have been subtle to start with, but once the Platinum-level upgrades were wired into her system and she got the first few dicks inside of her, she’d been lost. Ramped up to one-hundred in less than an instant, her mind had become paste to the crew so they could enjoy her body - and then she’d learned that it continued to be paste for as long as she denied the subroutines they’d implanted, the desires that told her fuck, suck, and mate. 

Angelica had tried to get rid of it. Really, she did. She even got a copy of their damned guidebook to learn all the ins and outs of the rules, and she’d very meticulously researched up how to get rid of an upgrade - how to downgrade herself back into Gold, or Silver. They had told her explicitly that it was Platinum and up that started to turn her into a horny fuckdoll, and she thought she could grab the bull by the horns to stop it.

She learned nothing that helped her. She knew she was in a trial, and that her Platinum-level modifications were a temporary addition to her system - which meant they could be removed, and could be revoked. And, yet, as if the entire ship was out to get her, getting out of the free trail proved difficult. For all of last Wednesday she’d tried to get out of it, but apparently, she couldn’t just cancel it out of hand. She had to actually wait out the entire duration, which, from the starting point of the week prior, meant Thursday.

The Goon Squad, naturally, did not allow her to do that. She thought she could spend the time away in her room, hiding behind locked doors and only coming out when she knew she’d gone through the exact time frame of the trail, and then only to head out to the concierge and get rid of it - only for the Goon Squad to somehow be there at the exact time to intercept her, snag her up, and take her back to their room for another marathon of live stream fucking that lasted well past midnight.

Suspiciously, the two twins that managed the place were allowed in on it, too. 

So Thursday turned into Friday, and she found herself well-fucked and once again plastered all over the private internet on the ship. She should have been suspicious when the Goon Squad just let her go, as if they didn’t want her anymore; and she quickly learned why when she tried to downgrade from the trail and found that she couldn’t. That, apparently, she’d made enough of an impression on the ship during her few trials days that she’d been automatically upgraded into Platinum free of charge, much like she had been during her massage from Silver to Gold. 

That’s when she’d really learned just how out-of-her-hands her fate truly was. The gangbang livestreams, one of the many that were on the ship’s streaming network, was popular; it earned lots of clicks and lots of views, and Angelica’s had earned a lot. Enough for the Futas on board to proudly vote her up to the top of that week’s streams, and enough for the ship’s upper management to take notice and give her a free upgrade without her permission.

Because, she’d learned, her permission did not matter. All that mattered was that a girl was pleasing to the ship’s main, target audience, and that as long as she fucked, sucked, and was popular enough, she - and any girl - could get any upgrade level they wanted. They just had to climb, and that was what the Goon Squad and their ‘in’ with the concierges achieved. They’d fucked her into the next level of upgrades without her knowledge, and attempting to get rid of the trail fell on deaf ears. 

That, she learned, was the real way the ship earned upgrades. One didn’t just buy a Platinum package, they earned it. The futanari had to claim women, fuck them, and pound enough pussy to earn their rank-ups - the women had to be liked enough like some ranking system on a pornographic website until they ranked up. Angelica? She’d achieved it after just two livestream gangbangs and a few days of teasing the girls around the ship with her shapely body and cocky attitude. That was how popular Angelica proved to be, and how far she’d fallen in less than a week.

She couldn’t just ask for a downgrade from Platinum - it was not possible. She had to lose the ranks, and that pretty involved doing nothing at all and turning the cruise ship into a tomb - just sitting there and waiting for days and days and weeks until her lack of activity got her demoted. Angelica told herself that would be easy. She also told herself a lot of other things. All of them were lies on her lips and in her mind, which grew increasingly dizzy by the day. Dizzy enough for her to be beside Lori in bed, dizzy enough for her to seek the friction of another woman’s body to satiate her, and yet sane enough to know it was a hopeless cause. 

She sighed. She rose from the bed, letting the covers slip around her, and tried not to wake up Lori. She knew there was little chance of her friend to wake up, as she was a very heavy sleeper - but, still, she played it calm, even though internally she felt like a frustrated mess. She sighed into her hands and resisted the urge to touch herself, because she knew that doing it would only make her hornier. She could no longer take the edge off, and it only primed her for one thing: cock.

She swallowed hard as she took in the Platinum bands around her wrists. They were like physical restraints that tied her hands behind her back and unable to defend herself from the wild beasts pursuing her across the ship - sometimes literally tied up, too, with fancy bondage gear. The Goon Squad was always there, sneaking up on her at any point around the ship, almost as if watching her; sometimes literally behind Lori like sharks, at other times just encountering her ‘by chance’, but always there for her.

They cornered her, and they teased her. They knew she was at her most vulnerable each time she left her room, and they acted on it to slowly break down her fragile composure; pinning her against the walls, hands throw over her head like some jock by a school locker, slowly teasing; at other times, just verbally degrading her, breaking her thin mental state with their unsubtle torment. They knew exactly how to tease and how to probe to get the most out of her mental implants, and the effects were always the same: Angelica broke.

She couldn’t stop it. It was not in her hands. The implants dictated her actions as the futanari teased her, because the implants primed her for it. They made it so that her mind wanted cock, craved it, and needed it; it all wore at her until the subtle scent of their gender infected her mind and left her mouth watering. Then, each time, just like the first night she’d been with them, her mind collapsed in on itself until she was a pleading mess, begging for one of the hung studs who was fingering her against a wall in a public hallway to just pull her aside and ream her out.

They didn’t. Not all at once, not immediately. They were consummate predators that had done it a hundred times before, and were like sharks compared to her. They knew how to ruin her and break her down, and used her in the ways most conducive to it. They made her do everything her weak body could to get them off, but made sure to leave Angelica hot and bothered: handjobs and blowjobs, deepthroats and face-fucks, thigh jobs and tit fucks and everything in between was on the menu - everything short of sex, which they kept back just so they could force her to the absolute breaking point and get her right back on video for their perverse enjoyment.

They got it, and then abused it. Once she begged them to ruthlessly fuck her senseless, they complied.. Over and over, they used her like a slice of meat to get off, no matter how or when it was. She participated in three more livestreams she had literally begged for, and at other times just been pushed into a bedroom where one of the girls got a taste of her body for an hour before the next girl rotated in; breaking her in one by one, allowing them all to have a taste of her. 

All on video, of course.

Even Lori joined in; either helping them get her into their clutches, fucking her on camera, or being made to fuck Lori on a livestream - or otherwise just being side-by-side with her as she was reamed out, the redhead was there. Angelica, honestly, didn’t even care about her friend’s apparent ‘betrayal’ or her undying love and devotion to her futa overlords. She understood what the Platinum Package could do to a girl’s mind, and Lori had been under its perverse influence for years. 

It was why she found herself in bed with her, despite the betrayals- Lori couldn’t help herself. Neither could Angelica truly, honestly hate the way the Goon Squad cornered and fucked her. Only dicks and the delicious cum they provided could actually stop the Platinum-level influence, and the post-nut clarity cut through her numbed haze and allowed her several hours of blissful thought. It was only in that time she could think straight and remain herself, and used that time preciously to formulate plans of escape and defiance.

Until the horniness soaked back in, of course. 

It made her feel hopeless. She could only think for so long before she was an arousal-soaked mess again, leaving her frustrated and needy. She couldn’t take care of it herself, apparently couldn’t take care of it with Lori, and she didn’t know what to do about it. She couldn’t hide herself in her room, because with Lori right next door the Goon Squad could easily hedge her in - and, worse, they had managed to coax her digital room key out of her just a few days prior after their latest fuck-session, having worn down her mind over hours. 

Angelica distinctly remembered having given it up willingly just for Syd’s dick, in fact. 

It was why she slipped up from the bed without looking at her best friend and last night stand and rose up, quick and easy. Sheets slipped away from her and left her naked, but she didn’t care about that so much. To her, it meant little. She just padded toward the shower with the solitary intention to take a quick shower before dressing and getting the hell out of her room before anything could go wrong. 

It was the only control she had left. She was a sitting duck in her room: they knew her location, had an ‘in’, and had her room key. She couldn’t stay there coped up all day and hope that one of them wouldn’t show up to harass her, and as far as she was concerned, the only thing that kept her safe was staying on her feet. By her logic, if the teens were searching for her she had time to herself; granted, she couldn’t do anything with that time, but it was time all the same where she escaped their clutches.

Until they found her, of course.

Sighing, Angelica prepared herself for a quick shower and an even quicker departure. 

“And this area here,” the cute tour guide said in her pretty Australian accent, “is one of the favourite areas for Platinum members!”

She patted a section of bannister that wasn’t noticeably different from anything else, but the entire section jutted out in a rounded sweep that made it look like a sort of overlook - like some medieval defensive structure, perhaps. A single set of binoculars was set into the railing, and Angelica knew those well enough to know they were for seeing distant sights, checking out things with telescoping functions, and recording video and pictures that could be synched straight into neural implants.

The pretty tour guide didn’t mention any of those.

“The railings all have extra padding for a girl to be bent riiight over,” she declared proudly, “and you’ve got a great view of the ocean while a girl is getting her brains reamed out. Isn’t it just gorgeous? ”

There were murmurs of assent from the ten or so Platinum-level attendants on the tour, while Angelica just glowered. They all seemed perfectly pleased to have the cute attendant explaining how good the railing was to use as a brace for fucking, how nice and memorable of a spot it was to plow a girl, and the blonde just rolled her eyes. She didn’t know why she expected something different; the Gold-level ‘tours’ actually showed off the ship, but the Platinum-level tours instead brought them around to all the special areas of the Platinum areas and just told them all the best places to get a quickie in - the most ‘scenic fucks’, the ‘nicest sex areas’, and nothing like an actual tour.

So, Angelica peeled herself off from the group as the Aussie asked for a volunteer and got one in the form of some woman’s daughter, and then casually padded herself along the walkway that wrapped around the hull. She didn’t get far before more lewdness assaulted her eyes: people in one of those scenic sex spots getting laid, with a girl being pinned up against a section of railing in clear defiance of safety regulations and aboslutely plowed, but still somehow taking in the scenery with her mate even as fleshy claps echoed out around them.

They weren’t the only ones. There were people making out on the little couches set by the purple-and-white hull and there were those grinding away on one another even as they walked, to her flushing annoyance. Angelica didn’t spend much time on the walkway after that, and just calmly slipped her way back into the ship and through a seamlessly-sealed door blocked off to Platinum-members only; it recognized her with a beep and hissed open to allow her into the Platinum area, of which that entire stretch of the ship exclusively was.

She stepped in tentatively as the tiny entryway gave way to a much, much larger entrance that looked like some grand bank, then to the perpendicular hallway that was the Platinum area - or, that specific one, at least. She had to step around the two kindly attendants-slash-security guards in their neat uniforms that oh-so-clearly displayed just how much they were packing and then down into the crowded strip beyond. The heels of her shoes clicked off of textured white marble flooring and the clean strips of smooth white that made it look like a vault instead of any normal cruise ship - but nothing there was normal.

Compared to the gold areas where the subtle horniness of the ship was in full swing and everything was just an indication of lewdness, Platinum was like a strip club with no rules and no inhibitions. People walked around with their assets hanging out just to garner attention, and Angelica found herself staring at more than one fat ass bouncing away in a skimpy thong-bikini and one too many pairs of tits the size of her own held back by thin straps of cloth swimwear that was utterly unsuitable for their sizes; underboob and side-boob was all on display as if on a platter, and the jiggling… 

Platinum was like a place for horndogs, and Angelica was not a horndog. She had no idea why, honestly, she kept on going back there, but she was like a moth drawn to a flame; for some reason, there was something there that kept pulling her back, and despite her best thoughts to the contrary, she continued to explore those lewder, more seductive areas of the ship like a curious child. She had gone there the first time just to explore, and each consecutive time after was like she needed to understand the truth behind the ship’s system.

Nothing she saw when she looked left and right pleased her. Really, she just saw things that made her want to cringe back and flee - but she didn’t. Everything was all suggestive lewdness that was all on display out in the open - granted, it was just one long hallway of stuff amidst Gold-level and Silver-level areas, but it was all lewd. Shops and stores were blatantly sexual in nature, with purely pornographic ads flashed on brilliant 3D boards and shown outright in storefronts. Every other shop was lewd, and the facilities were lewder still - the staff almost looked like they were ready to pounce at any moment.

Angelica avoided the worst of it as she kept her head down and just walked straight down the lofty hall, trying not to engage with anyone. That was for the best, she imagined, because the first few times she’d walked into the Platinum stores were met with outright lewdness of the worst sorts: clerks almost outright had her not pay for items and just asked her to get down on her knees, indicating that money wasn’t even a factor in the higher levels of the ship’s membership scheme. 

She stayed far away from any of the fitness centers, the massage rooms, the hair salons, or anything of the like, too. The ads on their windows and the boards set out in front emphasized the virility of their staff more than they marketed the actual services they offered, citing things like lengths and ‘times’ as if it was more important than getting a mani-pedi. Given the tour she’d just taken and then ditched, it made sense: the entire marketing scheme for Platinum was the sex and the pleasure, so just like how a tour was made to emphasize lewdness, so, too, did the many stores and facilities. 

She could see it, too. It wasn’t hidden in any possible way from her eyes, and as they scanned around, she was treated once again to the utter depravity of The Venus Package: massage rooms where girls were fucked prone-bone in lines; hair salons were the fascinated females had their mouths toyed with; ads for ‘swimming instructors’ and ‘personal trainers’ where the only specifications involved the size and girth of the trainer involved and nothing like qualification - and many more besides. 

Hell, all the benches and seating of the gold-and-down areas were replaced with what seemed like literal casting couches, replete with genuine camera set-ups as if someone was ready to film a porno at the snap of a finger. There were desks with rows of condoms in neat boxes for all sizes and shapes, as if to be ready at a moment's notice for the lewdness - a very probably thing, because instead of kissing, groping, and touching in the half-lit corners, people outright sucked cock in public, down on their knees in the main entrances or bent over the pillars beside storefronts, totally okay with getting a quickie before the staff came by to sell them a ‘temporary love room’ for a modest fee each ten minutes.  

All of it made Angelica grit her teeth in annoyance and aggravation, knowing that she had been swept up in that lewdness. And, even as she mused on how gross and degrading it was, she had to weave her way around lofty Venusian pillars where people were kissing, groping, and grinding incessantly, taking up the available walking space to engage with one another. More than once she had to skid to a stop and turn as two people made out, or swap and find another path as someone started to pull another aside and get straight down on their knees right there in public.

The Platinum areas were bad. Just as bad as the pool party, in fact. The sexual nature of the ship was so damned blatant in that areas that the goal of not getting aroused to preserve her sanity was almost totally shot just by being there. All the ads in those areas were pornographic, all the stores and facilities were lewd, and the staff all looked ready to pounce. The ogling was intense, the shamelessness overt, and everywhere she had looked there had been something new and lewd to take in.

She swelled and grit her teeth, but there wasn’t actually anything for her to do about it. She observed it all and took in just how overt the sexual nature of the ship truly was, all barely hidden beneath a veneer of ‘membership levels’. The fact that the Platinum hallway was nestled between innocuous Gold-level areas and just a higher tier of the larger shopping mall area below boggled the mind: the sex wasn’t even hidden, the lewdness not even trying to be disguised. It had always been there, but no one knew.

Angelica didn’t even know why she kept on walking through the place. There was nothing for her there. The sole theater showed off top-tier pornographic movies that were plot-heavy and lewd-focused, and the basic shops were all for making girls look good and ready for the futas. It wasn’t a place for her, she knew that in short order. She didn't know why she walked into the Platinum areas time and time again when she knew they were full of depravity and perversion, but she could only put it down to the ill effects of her choker and leave it there.

Something touched her wrist, and Angelica felt her skin crawl. She spun around and found herself looking straight into the eyes of a girl that had to be several years older than her - somewhere in her thirties. Her features were decidedly English, but with a refinement to her jawline and cheekbones that was a little more rare to see. Her skin wasn’ an expected shade of ceramic-pale, but a warmer shade entirely; clearly sun-kissed by many days of tanning. The tattoo on her neck stood out stark with its blue ink, but the butterfly-shape, though elegant, only reminded her of a bad version of Felicia’s masterclass ink; but even then, the girl was seriously pretty. 

Her body was willowy yet hourglass in shape, and it was wrapped up in some mixture of a swimsuit sundress. She could see the lacing of a rather slender and elegant black bikini beneath - she could see a lot, actually, because the ‘dress’ she wore was about seventy-percent lace and transparent film. Only the sides were a lush red fabric that made the woman look striking, and the front-down, starting around her bustline, was just sheer black fabric. It allowed her to see the rather egregious tan lines she had, showing that she’d been tanning in a skimpy one-piece before trading it out.

She was cutting. An impressive, striking figure, and she looked at Angelica, she felt the force of her charisma through the air. Much like Felicia on the first day, and much like Sydney usually was, this woman had something to her that made it easy for her to grab the blonde by the wrist and smile at her like she had some natural claim, even if she lacked anything close to the sort.

“Hello,” she drawled out slowly, her fine, cultured accent slipping over the words like silk. “You’re  a beautiful young thing, aren’t you?”

Her tone, though rolling, wasn’t anywhere close to respectful. She spoke down at her, clearly used to her own superiority - but even if that annoyed Angelica, her choker buzzed with a pleasant heat that told her submit. “I suppose young is a matter of perspective.”

Her dry reply was met with a little laugh. Fingers stroked the back of her wrist at the same time, clearly toying with her. “My, my. How witty. That is an honest pleasure.”

“I'm sure,” she said sarcastically. “Look -”

“Are you here alone?” She purred, one hand effortlessly lifting her cultured sweep of blonde hair to flip it over a smooth shoulder. “Because you look terribly lonely…”

“Not at all,” was her terse reply, and she ignored the voice of her new programming that told her to agree, to submit, to bend over and let her - 

“Are you sure?” The woman purred, reaching up to clasp her shoulder. “I’d be happy to escort you around for the day. I know a lot of fun on this ship, my dear, and I’d appreciate the company…” 

Everything the woman said, everything the woman did, made Angelica want to get down on her knees and rip out her schlong and just start going at her. She knew it was wrong and knew that it wasn't even that seductive, but the cultured and elegant woman was clearly not trying. She was in the Platinum area, and she didn’t have to try to seductive women. She just did, and Angelica’s programming made it easy for her charms to work. She blazed with a furious heat that demanded satisfaction, and she wanted to let the woman do as she pleased.

She held herself back only through extreme force of will. “No. No, thank you.”

Angelica stepped back to break the physical connection, and the woman looked disappointed. She also didn’t look like she was going to press the issue; she was too cultured, too refined, to bother with someone that turned their nose up at her. There were plenty of fish in the sea and lots of girls for her to prey upon, and Angelica could see all of that reasoning pass over her face.

“A pity,” the stranger drawled out. “You’re an attractive one, and I would have loved to spend the day with you. But, I can see you’re not interested.”

“Yeah,” was her hoarse, almost weak, reply. She felt weaker every single day she was on the bastard ship, and the fact that she couldn’t quite muster up her normal venom for a random stranger hitting on her was a problem. Her programming made her pliant, and she hated it. 

The woman leaned in. “A real shame,” she husked, staring straight down into her cleavage. “I imagine these would have felt great around my dick.”

Incredulously, she grabbed hold of Angelica’s tits with both hands and just squeezed. She did it without shame and without a care, and the blonde just gasped as fingers pushed down, palms cupped, and her breasts were suddenly kneaded by some random stranger in a random hallway without so much as a warning. She just did it, and the blonde’s mind stuttered as she felt her flesh get kneaded like it was nothing more than putty on display at a store and she was nothing more than a mannequin.

Angelica should have slapped her. She should have stopped her. Instead, she had to put everything in her mind to the solitary task of not moaning out and submitting right then and there as her choker, now denied sex for far too long, kicked into her overdrive and made her want to drop down. She lasted just long enough, and the woman pulled back with nothing more than a wink. She turned, then back again; then, reaching out, plopped what looked like a business card directly into her cleavage, then winked again and left her.

Angelica stared for far too many moments, her mouth dry. 

She threw the card out five seconds later and stalked off.

Even though the interaction made her feel degraded, it was, unfortunately, par for the course. There were no inhibitions there anymore, and the futas knew what they wanted. Being alone in those areas was a risk for her, where her looks and her body guaranteed attention and had sharkish predators swarming to her in an attempt to pick her up. Worse, just like the socialite that so crudely spoke to her, all of their flirting words and teasing remarks got her hot under the collar and made resistance difficult. The implants filled her with more slutty gratification that she did not want to feel but was forced to enjoy anyhow.

She hated it. She stabbed fingers into her palms and fumed, but fuming did little. It achieved nothing at all, in fact, and it was only the first of many interactions in the Platinum area: head down or otherwise, people approached and people tried their hand at picking her up, just as they did with everyone else. Not all were malicious or degrading, and many just thought she was another Platinum-level girl that really liked The Venus Package. 

It was somewhat hard to turn people down, and it didn’t get any easier when they recognized her. 

“Hey, you’re the girl from the livestream!” One, a pretty Asian, had greeted, her fingers snapping out. “That’s awesome. Wanna film something with me?”

“Angelica, right? Shit, I saw you online!” Another had said as she eagerly pulled on her arm - her race or culture unknown to her, but her ridiculously voluptuous body totally marked up with thin tan-lines from top to bottom. “You’re even hotter in person!”

“Wanna go for, like, a foursome with us?” A pair of twin sisters had asked as she passed by their ‘casting couch’, and she had only been able to stare at their skimpy fetishwear bikinis with blushing cheeks. “We’re super big fans of yours, and our girlfriend would loooove to fuck you!”

And that was before one of the porno directors hovering around just blatantly asked her to film a scene, and that was when she just high-tailed it out of there.

It was bad. The Platinum areas were bad. Each time there was an interaction, each time she had an encounter, each recognition or flirt, she was left to blush harder and flee more rapidly. She felt as if she barely escaped the clutches of all the predators on board, and it was so hard. Sometimes, sometimes, she didn't know if she wanted to escape. She didn't want anyone to fuck her, but her brain knew it could only process thought normally when she had the edge taken off by a good fucking – and some random futa was better, she imagined, than the Goon Squad. 

But, stubbornly, she held back and kept to herself, moving through the over-sexualized areas of the ship as best as she could without breaking down. She spent hours of exploring at a time just to do it, if only to keep scarce to avoid the predations of the goon squad. The ship was big enough for her to lose them in even if she was chased, and that suited her well. Area to area, place to place, using the colossal structure to stay hidden and disguised.

The ship, at least, made exploring easy. Though walking through the ship wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, the issue did not lay with design or layout; rather, it was entirely because once the idyllic facade was broken, everything Angelica looked at carried some sexual undertone or blatant overtone that left her wanting to just hide. She just did not want to be parading herself around like a sex-toy on a ship designed for sex and interaction, and now that the truth of the ship was blown open, she saw shadows in every corner.

The Venus Package was carefully designed in such a way that sex permeated every facet of its facilities. The first few days had shown her the strange, lewd undertones to it all, but as she hit Platinum and searched around, she discovered an entirely new edge to it all - an edge that made her want to run and hide, but not one that stopped her from living her life or allowing herself to become a target for those that knew where she slept. Staying on the move kept her safe, and given the generally standardized layout of the ship and the incredibly easy to understand maps, she could avoid them fairly well. 

She just wished she had figured that out earlier, and could have used it to her advantage before the Goon Squad harassed her before the orgy - and every day after. But, for Angelica, it was all baby steps as she tried to learn how to navigate the ship and understand her own new limits with the Platinum programming, and it was a slow learning curve. She only had the mental faculties necessary to think about it after the sex, and so it took days for her to understand what she could do and how she could do it.

It was barely a defence, though, and being able to ‘think’ after getting laid wasn’t exactly ideal. That being the only way she could actually walk around freely was not a good thing, and the fact that she was again starting to feel the intense desire to fuck made her realize just how entrapping the ship was: she could spend days wandering the city-sized landscape to avoid the Goons, but she would, at some point, end up having sex with someone. It was inevitable. It was just a matter of who and when, and if she had another day of wandering without taking the edge off, some rando would be balls-deep in her.

That was even the reason she left the Platinum area, though. She only left it after mid-day when her hunger hit her too sharply and she needed lunch - and she wouldn’t take it there; wouldn’t make herself a sitting target for anyone that wanted her. Instead, she retreated back to the Silver areas to eat, then out onto the most neutral pool deck. Then, hours later, when her legs were starting to feel sore, she was back in her room  for a quick outfit change - not pausing to really delay in any one spot, and constantly moving to do something else.

It was mid afternoon when Angelica decided to hit up the gym, with more of a need to just do something than for any real reason like working out. Last time she'd been in a gym she'd gotten her taste of Yevonne, and it had set her down her dark path – a situation she would very much like to avoid repeating, but she couldn't just sit on her thumbs and walk around all day. She still needed to do something lest she go stir-crazy, and even if the gym was just for people to show off and catch the attention of others in, people did use to work out. Their attention wasn't purely on sex, and she could use that as a cover.

At least, that was what she told herself. It was an easy thing to think she would be safe, and so sashayed over to the entrance of it with the firm determination to work out hard for a few hours heavy in her mind. She planned on exhausting herself so that she would be dead-tired upon getting back to her room, and thus limiting the fun the Goon Squad could have if they pulled her on cam; they didn't want boring prey, it seemed.

She strutted over to the entrance in her usual gate, which she knew drew the eyes even if she did not try to make it look sexy. The yoga pants she'd chosen to wear hugged her hips, and the sports bra made her impressive bust look all the more so. Her flat, pale stomach greeted the eyes, and her ass practically popped out of the tight black material of her pants. She knew she looked devastatingly attractive, but her mind refused to take issue with it; she knew she presented herself like a sexed-up target, and yet couldn't process the necessary thoughts to wonder as to why that would be a bad thing.

With ear pods in and her thumb on her phone, she made her way into the gym. It was the largest in that area of the ship, and the sections were separated off by ranking; her Platinum band offering up most of the facilities, including the high-end workout-gear, the high-end showers, and even jacuzzis to rest in after a workout. All of that almost would make the upgrades worth it on any other cruise, but Angelica just remained weary – even if the gym was far less sexualized than other parts of the ship.

Safety concerns, was the hilarious reason the attendant at the entrance told her.

As if permanently damaging a woman's mind with illegal mental implants isn't, she'd thought.

She stepped inside and got ready to make her way over to the treadmills, and that was basically as far as she got. Literally ten steps into the room, and directly ahead of her were Syd, Jordan, and Lori, all fresh from a workout if the sweat clinging to their skin and clothing was any indication. Of all the places, they were there in the gym, walking straight toward the exit with the sort of swagger only youths like them could offer. Syd had her hand on a giggling Lori's shoulder, too, while Jordan's hand was far lower -presumably on her ass – walking her like their dollar-store slut.

Angelica gulped and froze. She could not stop herself from doing it, not with her over-sexed and Platinum-modified mind in control. She hadn't gotten laid in a day, and the sex with Lori last night had done nothing to take the edge off; not even seeing Lori walk toward her made her feel anything other than a powerful flush of arousal, as if fucking her and leaving her in the morning had achieved nothing.

Her mouth went dry as she stared at Syd and Jordan with wide, blue eyes. Sydney looked the same as always with her lean, youthful body, her thinly-muscled abs that looked so much more delicious in her post workout state, and her strong arms designed for manhandling sluts. Her dick pressed against her yoga pants in a mouthwatering bulge, and her off-kilter, partially shaved head of oddly dyed hair looked more attractive than ever.

Jordan, instead, looked good with her dark skin shining with exertion, her own muscles now finally pronounced against the skin as she worked them out. Taller than Syd by a bit, she seemed so much more like a track runner designed for running a marathon – both on a field and on a girl's pussy, as Angelica had learned. Looking at her gently trembling chest and taut pelvis, replete with a firm V of muscle, appealed to her Platinum-level mind, and her lips slowly dropped.

Even Lori's bouncing tits looked good to her, and she wanted them. She felt her core ache at the sight, even when it was so damned familiar to her: skimpy red clothing on a busty, voluptuous redhead, a bog-standard sports bra that was two sizes too small for her massive chest and a pair of yoga pants were only meant to highlight her plush thickness rather than do any remotely sports-like. Everything about it made her horny, and everything about it screamed danger.

She had to force herself to move. It was hard, because that was what the Platinum modifications were meant to do: entrance, seduce, and break down the mind. She was already in the palm of The Venus Package, and there was no more breaking to be done – in their mind, to the eyes of the futanari, she already was, and toying with her was just a delicious bonus. Angelica, though, wouldn't take it lying down, and against the will of her shiny accessories she dove back and tried to make it to the entrance to retreat and hide.

She didn't make it.

“Angelica!” Lori called out cheerfully, while the two futanari at her sides grinned predatory smiles.

“Ange,” purred Syd, voice smug and eyes almost eye-fucking her through her clothing.

“Blondie,” Jordan laughed, voice low and eyes dark.

Angelica didn't even have the time to retreat before they were upon her, but she tried to anyhow with tentative steps. “H-hey. Lori.” Eyes flicked around, refusing to make eye-contact with the annoying punks.

Studs , her mind betrayed.

“Goons,” she greeted tersely, trying to convey her displeasure. “Good to see you doing something vaguely productive.”

“Hey, the slut's got jokes,” Jordan drawled, clearly unimpressed with her pitiful protest. “Man, that's refreshing. Normally, these bitches are totally broken down after the first week; but Blondie is still going strong.”

“Doesn't make so many witty remarks when she's gurgling on my cock, though,” Syd pointed out, and she managed to make it sound like she was genuinely disappointed.

Angelica could only cringe. “W-whatever floats your boat, kid.”

She took backward steps in retreat, but Syd and Jordan moved off to her sides in perfect predatory harmony, boxing her in like wolves and then narrowing down to quickly corner her against the wall. It was quick, easy, and smooth, showing their pure skill in pushing girls around and getting them exactly where they wanted.

“You know, it’s funny to see you here, Angelica,” Syd purred as she leaned in beside her, fully blocking the blonde’s exit. She had to pointedly refuse to look in her direction to avoid staring, because her mind really liked the sight of the teenager in her post workout state. 

“I don’t think funny is the word for it,” she said dryly, trying to muster up her usual confidence. 

“It’s, like, a coincidence,” Jordan drawled, similarly leaning in from the other side to fully corner her. Her dark arm reached out and over her head in their usual pinning style, keeping her contained and caged. With Lori directly ahead, and with Angelica knowing that her friend would betray her if she tried to flee, she was effectively trapped. “We were just talking about you.”

“You make it seem like I care,” Angelica replied, not really looking at either of them.

“About the next stream, actually,” Syd said smugly, talking right over her as if Angelica’s words meant less than nothing to them. “We were thinking about letting you have a rematch with Lori.”

Letting me, Angelica’s sharp - formerly sharp - mind focused on. The girls were teens, but they knew how to manipulate. She could only imagine how many they’d seduced with their clever way of speaking, despite their punkish, goonish appearances. 

“Wanted to see if you had what it takes to dethrone the best,” Jordan laughed gently, free hand reaching out to slap Lori on the ass right there in public. No one noticed and no one cared as the redhead’s ass rippled like a gong, but the woman herself giggled happily at their crude touch. Angelica just looked at her with pity in her eyes - and no small mixture of fear, because Lori was a representation of what she could end up as if she didn’t resist. “A good, loooong fuck session, all on cam, with the ship’s resident top-ten and the new up-and-coming rookie broad.”

Angelica licked her lips and tried not to fidget, for the words affected her horny mind way too strongly. “I’m surprised you goons managed to nab either of those girls, but please, go ahead and have fun with them. Lori and I will enjoy a nice night out, or something, while you two get your socks off.”

“Cute,” Syd drawled. She reached out to rub her finger along her forearm, and Angelica flinched - but shuddered at the touch, hating how much her body liked it but liking it anyhow. “Gosh, it just makes me so much harder when you try and act like that…”

“She’s a hottie,” Jordan chuckled, similarly putting her hand on Angelica’s hip. The blonde wanted to throw her off, but she could not.

Angelica hated that she liked the touch, but she couldn't deny that she did. Her body craved the touch, and the tingle that passed along her spine made her both uncomfortable and pleased. It was all because of the Platinum accessories, but knowing it did not make her want to bend over and get plowed.

“But I bet it'd be a bit much for you,” Sydney said, voice thick and smug. “Since you're not all that stretched out. Don't want you to strain yourself.”

“Yeah,” Jordan agreed, similarly amused. “We were worried that taking you out for another livestream might be too much.”

“Since you're here...” Sydney made a show of licking her lips as she trailed her fingers along Angelica's bicep, and Jordan did the same to her hips. “I figure we should help you get ready for it, you know?”

“Work out,” Jordan chuckled under her breath.

“How about it, Angelica?” Syd purred, leaning in just a little bit more. Angelica's eyes were wide, but pupils dilated with arousal. She couldn't help herself from being attracted to it all, even though she really did not want to be. It left her mouth salivating and her spine tingling, and even if she understood it was wrong she could do nothing to prevent the urge to fuck from building up inside of her. “Want us to help you get ready for the stream?”

It wasn't an offer, not really, but they left it in her ball park on purpose. They wanted to see her break and submit to them, to offer herself up to get fucked, and thereby give her acceptance to their perverted idea of a livestream. Worse, the choice was barely in her own hands, either. She hadn't fucked in a day, and her body knew it. It hated her for it, and the Platinum modifications told her body to give in and submit to her futa overlords – telling her sweet, treacherous thoughts about how good it would feel, how nice it would be, how worth it the sex would be.

“How about it?” Jordan repeated, leaning in to clog Angelica's nose with her scent. “Want us to help you stretch?”

Her hand fluttered along Angelica's stomach, and her core burned with the need to fuck. She really, really needed it, and worse, she knew that it was the only way for her to clear her mind. If she fucked them, she might be able to then tear herself away long enough to muster up the resistance needed to get out of the livestream they would inevitably drag her into it. The longer she denied them, the longer she went without sex, the easier it would be for them to surround her that night and ream her out.

Treachery, she mused, felt delicious.

“Get you all nice and limber?” Syd laughed, also leaning in and touching her stomach.

“You know you want it,” Lori quipped, but Angelica did not give any thought to her betrayal – it was par for the course, and it made sense. She was too wrapped up in the modifications to ever think otherwise, and that was that. “It would be so nice, Angelica!”

The two futas grinned, sharkish and predatory.

“Angelica,” a voice called out – a new voice, a firm voice, and one that cut through the tension in the air like a hot knife through butter. It was almost amusing, Angelica found, to watch the Goon Squad's eyes widen and their touching immediately stop, their minds clearly processing the situation far faster than the blonde could and knowing very well just who it was that had spoken from those few syllables alone. It wasn't quite fear in their eyes, no, but something like a kid getting their hand caught in the cookie jar.

It was the case through the area, and she found it subsequently amusing that she hadn't noticed everyone's head turning and eyes watching – but now they did, now she did, and she stared just as much as the goon squad did as a newcomer made her way to the exit of the gym with his swinging, legs stepping with precision, and arms swaying with a hint of strength and a bigger hint of grace.

Felicia Hernandez. The name was familiar to her even then, after so many days of not seeing her. Angelica just couldn't forget a woman like that, even if they'd talked for a whole five minutes. A veritable supermodel, the top of the top, and her presence simply commanded attention. The way she walked was straight out of a runway: all finesse and grace, hips swaying with each precise and powerful step of her long legs. Her olive-coloured skin shone with perspiration, but instead of it making her look sweaty or dirty, she glistened as if she'd just come out of a photoshoot on a beach.

Skin was gently toned and taut from her model-like athleticism and recent workout, making her look absolutely delicious to the eyes. Her tattoo remained as bright and eye-catching as always, and her face supremely beautiful to behold – shape, defined, narrow, and high, all at once. Her makeup was prison despite having just worked out, with lashes long and eyeshadow smokey, and Angelica honestly couldn't tell if she had actually worked out or just been doing a modelling shoot for her workout gear – yoga pants that went low on her hips and a sports bra that seemed like it was as expensive of her entire room.

The Goon Squad stared just as much as she did. They might have done it out of awe or fear or something else, but their hands fell away and their stances switched as Felicia approached them, very quickly and very smoothly moving into range with the group. Even Lori stared, and Angelica could only smugly think about how pissed Syd would be that 'her girl' was clearly fawning over another futa.

“Ms. Hernandez,” Angelica greeted after a long moment, her mouth dry. The Goon Squad, she had to admit, looked good and perfectly fuckable, but Felicia so much the more so. “Pleasure to see you here.”

“Just Felicia!” Felicia laughed, stopping right in front o Angelica. She cut into the Goon Squad's personal space as if she just did not care, and she saw them flinch back accordingly. “Don't wound me with such an impersonal greeting, Angelica.”

“We've only met the once,” Angelica pointed out hesitantly, eyes raking up and down Felicia's body with far less reservation than it had the first time. “I don't know if we're on a first-name basis, yet.”

Felicia smiled brilliantly, then bowed her head. “Angelica, would you do me the honour of being on a first-name basis with me?”

Angelica couldn’t help but laugh. It was silly, corny, and stupid, but it was funny. It also came from Felicia, a devastatingly attractive woman, and it was hard to resist. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

“It truly makes my day to hear that,” Felicia said, drawing back with smooth grace. “And speaking of first names…” The tall, dark-haired supermodel looked at the other three women for the first time. “Sydney, Jordan, Lori - pleasure to see you all again.”

Just like the first day, Syd worked her jaw for a full moment while her second-in-command looked back and forth for answers. It was hard to tell what they were thinking, but there was no small measure of awe in her gaze; she respected her, clearly wanted to be something like her, and totally taken aback by the invasion of her privacy. “Y-yeah, super cool to see you here, Felicia.” 

“I thought you’d be, like, on the Diamond side,” Jordan half-laughed, her hand rubbing the back of her head. “Pretty surprising to see you slumming it with us Plats.”

“I like to slum it… on occasion,” Felicia drawled, very obviously not caring for the probing question. “And once I saw Angelica, I just knew I was going to come by and say hello.”