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Note: Thanks to my beta reader for proofing this!

Senator Diana Alderson

“Are you with me, Texas!” cried Lydia as she stood on stage at the Astrodome, the stadium full of women shaking their tits at her and cheering her on.

“FUTA! FUTA! FUTA!”

I smiled at that, my cunt nice and juicy. Lydia’s tour through the South was going great. She was fucking so much pussy. Breeding women left and right. There were always new clips of her orgies. Like her Ladies of the Library Orgy where all the moms who supported the local library showed up and filled it to the brim with fucking and sucking. A big success in Biloxi.

I shuddered, wanting to masturbate. My clit throbbed, aching to become a futa-dick. I ignored that urge as I stared down at the next bill that I needed to get passed. It would build on the security bill. This one needed to wait a month or so. Companies had to get used to the reporting requirement. All spending would be tracked.

Just one of the many ideas to make America perfect.

The office doors burst open and Lydia strode in wearing a garter belt, nylons, and stripper heels. Her futa-dick bobbed before her while her red hair swayed around her face. She looked angry. I shuddered, wanting to please her at once.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as she held a binder with a bill. “What can I do to make you happy.”

She slapped the bill down and said, “This! This! Do you know what’s in here?”

“Security for America,” I said and hurried around my desk. “Oh, what has you upset? Here, come and suckle on my breast. My milk’s in. I’m sure that will make you feel so much better about whatever has angered you.”

“This has angered me,” she said. “Surveillance on citizens. Cellular network providers have to monitor suspected numbers. Social media platforms have to monitor keywords. Credit card companies having to report when people buy certain things.”

“Things that are bad for them,” I said. “Like cigarettes. Or too much junk food. We have an obesity crisis among men in this country.”

“There are books on here,” I gasped.

“Harmful books. Religious books. Ones with bad ideas. We have to know who own them for…”

“For what?” She put her hands on her hips, her futa-dick throbbing before her. “For what?”

“Well, so we can confiscate them,” I said. “And so we know who doesn’t love you enough. Especially the men. We can’t trust any of the men.”

“Are you going to throw them into concentration camps?” Lydia asked, throwing her hands up into the air.

“Of course not,” I huffed. “They’ll have very nice housing accommodations. Harmful ideas have to be quarantined. We’ve been working on this for decades, slowly getting the youth of America ready for it. And now we have you. We can get it down so much faster and save them all.”

She stared at me in horror.

“By controlling them?”

“Lydia.” I cupped her face, her fingers stroking her cheek. “You’re upset. Do you want me to suck your girl-dick and calm you down?”

“No!” she hissed. “Do you plan to, what, make everyone into slaves or something?”

“Not slaves!” I shook my head. “We just have to downsize their lifestyles. Through companies buying homes to turn them into rentals. To allowing wages to stagnate. Encourage having credit debt. To waste money on frivolous things like smartphones and expensive TVs. Items just affordable enough so that the big things, like owning a home, are out of reach after the frivolous spending. Then people will become more and more willing to live in… affordable housing. We’ll give them Universal Basic Income, give them food, and all the entertainment they could want. They’ll be happy. And the ones that won’t, well, we have to know who they are. See, that’s what we’re doing. And it’s all because of you!”

Lydia stared at me like I was crazy.

“Oh, no, you don’t like it?” Panic swept through me. I was afraid she wouldn’t like it. She didn’t go to an Ivy League school. Didn’t get the proper education before her rise to fame. She thought like one of the plebs, and not like one of the elites. “Please, please, you have to like it. Just try to understand how great this will be.”

“I don’t like it!” she said, slapping her foot down on me. “You didn’t tell me anything about this. You lied to me.”

“I did not!” I whimpered, tears in my eyes. Lydia was so mad at me. “I never lied. You never asked for the details.”

“Because I trusted you!” She glared at me.

“You can trust me! I love you, Lydia! I would never do anything to hurt you!”

She shook the bill at me. “This hurts me! Learning that I was endorsing this… this… What did Ms. Yamashita call it? Orwellian! Yes, yes, this Orwellian nightmare.”

“Orwell just liked freedom. Everyone can’t be free, Lydia! There are those like us, who get things and enjoy things, and those like the rest who work for us and don’t get anything. That’s how it has to be!”

“That’s such bullshit!” She grabbed my hair and spun me around. “I have never been so fucking mad in my life! Bend over the desk! Now!”

“Yes!” I squealed, so desperate to make her happy. I had to please her. I bent over and wiggled my hips. “Please, please, don’t be mad at me. If you don’t like it, we can modify it. We just have the power to control—”

SMACK!

Her hand spanked down hard on my ass. I squeaked at the pain radiating through me. I shuddered on the table, my butt-cheeks clenching as the stinging heat shot down to my pussy. My milk-heavy boobs jiggled.

“I’m sorry, Lydia,” I whimpered. “What are we going to do?”

SPANK!

“We’ll figure that out later!” she hissed. “I’m so fucking mad! You should be thankful I’m out of wishes with Amina, or I would…”

Wishes? This soothing warmth washed over my—

CRACK!

“I’m sorry!” I howled, the pain burning over my rump. I shuddered at that heat. It was just so intense to feel it burning over me. I squirmed here, shocked by her anger. “I was just trying—”

CRACK!

“You were just trying to have everything like a greedy cow!” Lydia hissed.

CRACK!

“We have power! We have to use it to help people!”

CRACK!

“I want to be president for life so I can make America better, not turn it into some dystopian nightmare!”

CRACK!

“Yes, Lydia!” I howled, my ass burning.

CRACK!

“Just let me help you! I love you so much!”

CRACK!

“Love!” she hissed, sounding so angry.

CRACK!

“You used me! You deceived me! You were never going to tell me anything! Just let me fuck and fuck!”

CRACK!

“But you love fucking!” I moaned, my ass on fire. “You could just have all the pussy you want, and we’d run things for you! Isn’t that amazing?”

The spanking didn’t come.

“I… Well…”

SLAP!

It landed half-hearted.

“Maybe, but now I know. I can’t just turn my back, so we’re going to stop this! Who else is behind this.”

“The president!” I gasped quickly. “I went to her first. Along with the leaders of the Republicans and the Democrats.”

“Both parties want this?” Lydia asked in shock.

“Well, of course,” I said, staring at her. “Those of us with real power in both parties have always worked toward the same goal. Sure, we have idealists that believe in our stances, and we all lie to our base. You know, we’re pro-choice and they’re pro-life. Get the voters riled up. Pro-wife or anti-war. Big spending or cut spending. You notice how nothing really changes. Sure, our bases get some bones when one of us is in power, but it’s just a game to keep America divided so they don’t realize we ignore them and rule the country how it needs to be.”

CRACK!

“That’s awful!” she gasped.

CRACK!

My ass burned so hard from that spanking. My flesh burned as the heat swept across me. I shuddered at the way that she huffed. She was so furious about it.

CRACK!

I squealed at the pain, my boobs rubbing into the desk.

“It stops!” hissed Lydia. “My harem and I are coming up with better laws. If you want to be a part of my government, then you have to promise not to do bad things without speaking to them! Ms. Yamashita is in charge of these. She’ll brief me. Okay.”

“Anything you want, Lydia,” I moaned. This was the ruination of my entire life’s work to change America, but… I smiled. “Anything to make you happy, Lydia. I love you with all my heart. I’m so sorry. I thought it was best to let you have fun. You didn’t have to worry your pretty head one bit, but… I was wrong. You have to choose our direction.”

“Good!” she said. “I’m glad that you agree. So… You lactate?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my ass on fire. I sat up and rolled over. I winced as I sat on my rump. My big, milk-heavy tits jiggled. “They are full of milk. You’ll love it!”

“I do love breast milk,” Lydia purred, a big smile on her lips.

She ducked her head down and engulfed my nipple. I groaned as my milk gushed into her mouth. I held her to my nipple, stroking her red hair. She suckled again and again. She drank my dairy delight with such hunger.

I purred in delight as I breastfed the most amazing futa—the most wondrous woman—in the world. None was better than her, not even my gender-swapped wife or any of my daughters. I savored her nursing from me.

“Lydia,” I purred, my ass on fire. I endured it for being so bad. “I’ll be good. I’ll make it up to you. I promise!”

She moaned around my nipple and kept suckling. She gulped down everything that I had it felt so good to have her do that. I shuddered, loving her suckling down my breast milk. A big smile spread on my lips as she loved me.

“Mmm, just drink your feel,” I purred, my pussy on fire. “Drink your fill, President Lydia. You’re going to be president. The polls all say it.”

She ripped her mouth off my nipple and purred, “And do you want to be Vice President? I can’t make one of my wives or concubines. That seems wrong.”

“I would gladly be your VP,” I said, my pussy clenching with such joy. “Thank you, Lydia!”

She winked at me and ducked her head down to my nipple. She gulped down my breast milk. I shuddered, my clit throbbing, wanting to turn into a futa-dick. I held back, though, as Lydia kept gulping down my dairy delight.

She loved my motherly treat. I whimpered, squirming there. My butt-cheeks burned as she trembled on me. It was so hot having her gulping down my breast milk. It was a delight to have her suckling on my nipple. Pleasure shot down to my cunt every time my cream gushed for my nub.
“Lydia,” I moaned.

She popped her mouth off and purred, “Lay back. I want to fuck your pussy, Diana!”

“Yes, President Lydia,” I cooed, loving to call her that.

She giggled with such joy. She was so young. I loved that impish grin she wore as I sank onto my back. My big boobs jiggled. They quivered. She slid her hands up them and cupped them. She massaged them and nodded at me.

Her futa-dick nuzzled into my cunt lips. “You can let your girl-cock grow, Diana.” She winked at me. “You took your punishment. You’re not in trouble any longer.”

“Yes, Lydia,” I whimpered. It turned into a gasp as she buried her futa-dick into my cunt.

She stretched me out with her mighty girl-rod. My clit blossomed into my futa-cock. It swelled out from my pussy folds as she filled up my snatch. I squeezed my fertile flesh down on her, loving having every inch of Lydia in me.

She drew back her girl-cock. She slammed to the hilt in me. She buried deep hard into my cunt. She fucked me with force, her hand gripping my clit-rod. She pumped up and down my futa-dick as she pumped away at me, her palm massaging the crown.

“Lydia!” I whimpered as she fisted my clit-dick and fucked my pussy with her futa-cock.
“That’s right,” she purred, smiling down at me. “Let me feel that pussy cum on my cock! Oh, yes, yes, let me feel that pussy going wild!”

“You will, President Lydia!” I howled as she pumped away at my pussy and my girl-cock.

She fucked my cunt with her big futa-dick. Her thick shaft stretched out my pussy as her hand flew up and down my clit-dick. It was so hot to have her doing that. She felt amazing as she thrust away at me. It was just a beautiful thing.

I loved every last second of her soft hand working up and down my clit-dick while she fucked my cunt. It was just a beautiful thing. I would cum and cum so hard. I couldn’t wait for that ecstasy to burst. My ovaries tightened with my load of futa-jizz.

“Ooh, that’s so good, Senator!” moaned Lydia. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, that tight pussy is making my futa-dick feel so good!”

“That’s wonderful!” I moaned, my cunt squeezing down on her clit-dick. “Just pound me!”

She smiled at me, her hand flying up and down my clit-dick. She massaged me with that wonderful hand. It was just so good to feel her stroking me like that. She pumped away at me as she fucked my snatch with her hot twat.

I rose and rose toward my orgasm. The pressure built and built at the tip of my clit-dick. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling and bouncing. I loved that heat. Her breasts bounced as she pounded my cunt with her futa-cock.

“I can’t take much more!” I whimpered.

“Good!” she purred, her thumb rubbing the tip of my girl-dick. “Ooh, that’s so good. You’re going to cum so hard on my clit-dick. Let me feel that pussy spasming around me!”

She slammed to the hilt in my cunt, her thumb rubbing at the sensitive tip of my dick. She massaged me. It was just so good to feel that It was amazing to have her rubbing my precum into my glans as her girl-dick buried into my juicy pussy.

She reached to the depths in me. Pleasure shot through my pussy and down my futa-dick. My cunt writhed around her girl-cock as the ecstasy swept through me. I howled in delight as my clit-rod erupted. Hot cum splashed on my tits.

“Lydia!” I moaned as my pussy writhed around her, my girl-cock fountaining futa-cum. “Yes, yes, Lydia, cum in me!”

The beautiful futa buried her girl-dick into my cunt and moaned out, “Yes!”

She erupted.

Her futa-seed flooded my pussy. My womb. I gasped as she bred me again. I trembled in delight as Lydia planted another baby in my womb. Tears burst in my eyes from the joy. The relief. She had forgiven me fully.

“I love you, Lydia!” I moaned as my cunt milked her futa-cock. She pumped blast after blast of her cum into me. She filled me to the brim with all her girl-spunk. “I love you so much, Lydia!”

“I know,” she moaned, her girl-cum flooding me. My own futa-jizz splashed on my tits. “Oh, I know!”

I milked her girl-dick. I worked out every drop of cum that she had in her ovaries. I erupted one last time, the spunk splashing on my belly. I groaned as her futa-cock unloaded a final spurt of her girl-seed into me. I felt so good.

“Lydia,” I whimpered.

“So the president was behind this, too?” she asked, staring down at me, her eyes burning with such heat.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, she was.”

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Lydia Murphy

“Quiet, quiet,” I said as I sat at the desk before the House of Representatives. It was my role as Speaker of the House. “I have new business to introduce. Articles of Impeachment against President Marnie Cole for the crimes of lying to me and using me to hurt the American public!”

Gasps burst through the hall. I stared at them, my body painted to look like I was wearing a sexy suit. My breasts quivered before me but not my dick. I had yet to grow it. I stared out at them, my eyes flicking from woman to woman.

“If you truly love me, you will vote to charge her with Articles of Impeachment!” I cried. “Who is in favor of impeaching that naughty president!”

“AYE!” resounded through the room.

“And who opposes!”

Not a single person said a thing.
* * *
President Marnie Cole
“But, but, you said it would be okay,” I told Senator Diana Alderman. “That we could control her.”

“She wants to take America in her own direction,” the senator said with a look of such love on her face. “I’m sorry, but you really angered her. She is not happy with you.”

“But… but…” I trembled. The idea that the great and glorious Lydia didn’t love me had my eyes tearing up. “I thought she would be happy if she didn’t have to worry about any of it.”

“We were wrong,” I said. “Now you have to pay the price. After we impeach you, we’re passing the Lydia Sex Slave Act where she can make any woman or futa she wants into her sex slave. They have no choice but to serve her. You’re going named in the bill as being her sex slave for life. She’s going to spank you, and fuck you, and make you be her maid. Isn’t that wonderful?”

I was about to be the second-ever impeached president after Andrew Jackson, and… I smiled. “It is wonderful. I’ll be her maid?”

“Yep,” she purred. “She’s very excited.” She turned on a TV in her office to C-SPAN. Your trial’s about to happen.”

“Can you really hold it so fast?” I asked. “She only had the Articles of Impeachment passed an hour ago.”

“The law says the Senate holds the impeachment trials, and we’re allowed to do it however we want.” She patted me on the cheek. “It’ll be over in a few minutes. Now I have to go.”

She darted out of the room, her ass bright red from being spanked. She had a bounce to her step in her heels. I shuddered, sinking down in the chair and watching the feed from the senate. It wasn’t long at all. Senator Alderson entered. She was the President pro tempore of the Senate, the highest-ranking member of the Senate.

She pounded the gavel. “Okay, okay, you have all heard the charges. Lydia is not happy with the president. So who thinks she needs to be impeached.”

“AYE!” a hundred women shouted.

“Who thinks the president is not guilty?” she asked next

Not a sound.

“Next up, we have the Lydia Sex Slave Bill,” said Diana Alderson. “Lydia wants this passed right now, so are there any comments?” She looked around. “None, then who votes in favor.”

“AYE!”

There were no nays. She pounded her gavel. And like that, I was impeached and the law allowing Lydia to claim any sex slave she wanted had been passed. I shuddered at that as the doors flung open and Lydia entered clad in body paint, her futa-dick growing.

She wore a big grin.
* * *
Lydia Murphy
“I declare you are my sex slave, Marnie Cole,” I said, my futa-dick bobbing before me. “Since you are no longer president of the United States.”

“Yes, Lydia,” she whimpered, her black hair framing her face. She wore a blue corset with a US flag pin pierced through her nipple.

“So, bend over the desk, you naughty slut! You have to be punished so hard!” I grinned at her. “Then there’s a certain Televangelist that I need to make into a woman so I can make her into a sex slave, too. So let’s get this over with. Once I’m done, we’ll get you in your sexy maid outfit.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the ex-president whimpered. Marnie turned. The gender-swapped MILF bent over the table. She wasn’t showing with her pregnancy. Yet.

I shuddered, moving toward her. I loved the feel of the body paint on my body. That felt just so good. She bent over the table, her skirt riding up to flash her rump. She wore a garter belt and thigh-highs. I loved that. Such a sexy MILF.

I stroked my hand over her rump. She wasn’t the president any longer. She could be charged with a crime, but becoming my sex slave was punishment enough. Well, Marnie probably thought it was a reward since she just wanted to please me. I didn’t even have to pass the law. Every woman would happily become my sex slave.

But it was hotter this way.

I slapped my futa-dick from asscheek to asscheek. She quivered there, looking so ready to be ass-fucked. I wanted to just ram my futa-dick into her anal sheath, but… I drew back my hand. I had to spank her pretty ass.

“You hurt me!” I said and slapped my hand down.
CRACK!

“I’m sorry, Lydia!” she howled as the sound of the spank cracked through the room.

“I know,” I purred. “And that’s okay. I forgive you.”

CRACK!

“You’ve been disgraced! Your vice president is being sworn in as president.”

CRACK!

“And I’m in control of everything. You get to be a maid for the rest of your life looking pretty and not having to think. To worry about anything. I’m in charge, right?”

CRACK!

“Yes, Mistress!” she moaned, her asscheeks already glowing a delicious red. “You’re in charge. I’m just your maid. Your fucktoy, bimbo maid!”

“That’s right,” I purred.

CRACK!

“No more stress. No more worrying. Just pleasing me.”

CRACK!

“Yes!” she howled as the stinging sound echoed through the room.
I smiled at that, loving the way that her butt-cheek glowed. She squirmed there, her pussy dripping wet. Juices spilled down her thighs to the tops of her thigh-highs. The sweet aroma filled my nose. I breathed it in.

CRACK!

“I love the aroma of hot pussy,” I groaned.

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned.

“But… I want to fuck you in the ass,” I purred. “My bimbo-maid loves it up the ass, right?”

“Please, please, fuck my naughty ass with your big futa-dick, Mistress!” the ex-president moaned as I nuzzled my girl-cock into her butt-crack. I found her asshole. “Please, please, ram that mighty shaft into my anal sheath and make me cum!”

I beamed as I thrust against her asshole. She moaned in delight as her anal sheath stretched and stretched to take my cock. It was so good to feel her widening like that. I groaned, pushing against her anal sheath. It was a beautiful moment.

I popped into her asshole. She squealed in delight as her hot bowels swallowed my cock. I loved it. I sank into her hot, velvety flesh. It was a perfect moment. I pushed deeper and deeper into her anal sheath. I loved every inch of her asshole around my cock.

“Yes!” I growled as I bottomed out in her. My girl-dick throbbed in her bowels. “Ooh, that’s so good!”
“So good!” she moaned as I

pulled my girl-cock back. Her bowels clamped onto my futa-dick. “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress! I love you! I’m your bimbo maid!”

I rammed back into her bowels, the heat of her anal sheath massaging my girl-dick. I pounded the ex-president’s asshole hard. The heat melted through my pussy. Hot cream dripped down my thighs as my ovaries drank in the delight.

I reveled in fucking her hard and fast. I plowed into her flesh with such force. I buried into her with passion. With vigorous strokes. It was just so good to fuck her like that. I savored every inch of her hot flesh gripping my dick. It was wild.

Awesome.

I fucked her with passion. I buried into her hot flesh. I plowed into her with all my might. It was so good to fuck her anal sheath with passion. She squeezed down on me as I buried into her, the pressure in my ovaries building and building.

I pounded her asshole. I fucked my new maid hard. She moaned, her bowels squeezing around me. It was just so good to fuck her like that. I buried deep and hard into her anal sheath. She squeezed about me, massaging me.

“Mistress! Mistress!” she moaned as I buried into her asshole. I fucked her hard, loving every second of fucking her like that. She groaned as I churned her up. “Oh, Mistress! My fucking god, yes, Mistress!”

I buried to the hilt into her asshole. I fucked her with force, enjoying every inch of her asshole. She squeezed around me. She felt so good. I was so glad to fuck her like this. I was so thrilled to ass-fuck her with all that I had.

Her bowels massaged me, swelling the pressure at the tip of my cock. I would have a mighty eruption. Just a big burst of rapture exploding out of my cock. I pounded that asshole. I fucked her with force, reveling in this delight.

It was so good.

Just so amazing to have her gripping me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, slamming my girl-dick to the hilt in her bowels. She squeezed down on me. It was fabulous. I loved it.

“Oh, that’s so good!” whimpered the former president. My new bang-maid squeezed her bowels down tight around my cock. “I’m going to cum, Mistress!”

I smiled, my painted tits bouncing. I slammed into her anal sheath with force. It was so good to fuck into her bowels. It was so good to fuck her with force. It was just incredible to have that anal sheath wrapped around me. I loved every inch of her about me. It was just extraordinary to feel her around me. I pounded her with force.

It was just so good to have that tight asshole around my dick. I fucked her hard and fast. I plowed into her hot flesh, enjoying every inch of that hot asshole around my dick. It was a beautiful thing. Just so wonderful to fuck her hard.

I buried into her bowels. The gender-swapped MILF squealed in delight. “Mistress!”

Her asshole convulsed around my dick.

I savored that hot delight spasming around me. It was so good to have that hot flesh rippling about my cock. I loved that heat. It was just incredible to feel it washing around my dick. I loved every last second of that hot flesh spasming around me.

The pressure in my ovaries burst. I buried into her asshole and squealed out, “Yes!”

I flooded my bang-maid’s asshole with my futa-cum.

My girl-dick unloaded in her. I groaned, my tits bouncing as the heat rushed through me. It was so good to have all that delight sweeping through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I groaned with each blast of cum that I fired into her anal sheath.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “That’s so good. Ooh, I love that asshole writhing around me. That’s amazing!”

She rippled about me. It was just so good to have her hot flesh convulsing around me. I loved every last second of that heat. It was just incredible. A big smile spread on my lips as I spurted over and over into her flesh.

“Fuck!” I growled.

“Oh, Mistress!” she moaned as my futa-cum unloaded into her anal sheath. It was just the best to have all that spunk flooding her bowels. “Oh, Mistress, yes!”

“It’s so good!” I moaned, savoring that heat rushing out of me. My cunt writhed, juices spilling hot down my thighs. “That’s amazing!”

I groaned as I spurted each blast of cum into her anal sheath. It was just so good to have all that pleasure flooding me. I groaned, stars flashing across my vision. I dumped more and more of my girl-spunk into her anal sheath, her bowels milking my futa-cock.

“You dirty bitch!” I moaned, spurting the last of my cum into her asshole. I felt so good, the pleasure washing around me. “Yes!”

“Mmm,” she purred, her asshole spasming around me.

I ripped my futa-dick out of her anal sheath and said, “You know what to do!”

“Yes, Mistress!” she whimpered.
* * *
Marnie Cole
I was no longer the president. I was just Lydia’s maid. I shuddered, my asshole burning from her hard fucking. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth wide. I kissed the crown of her girl-cock. I slid my lips over her futa-dick.

It was just so good to seal my mouth around her dirty futa-cock. I suckled hard, savoring the sour musk of my asshole. It was just fantastic feeling girl-dick in my mouth. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down her clit-dick.

It was so hot to polish her futa-pole clean of my ass. I loved every second of bobbing my head and loving her clit-dick. I worked my lips up and down that glorious shaft, sucking off my sour musk. She groaned as I did, her painted tits jiggling.

That body paint was so hot.

“Oh, yes,” Mistress groaned as I suckled on her dirty futa-dick. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s just amazing. Mmm, that’s good!”

I suckled on her girl-dick with such passion. I nursed with vigor, sucking hard on her. My hands slid up her legs, covered in the navy-blue latex body paint. I found the folds of her pussy and thrust a pair of digits into her cunt.

She moaned as I diddled her clit and suckled on her futa-dick with passion. It was just incredible to work my mouth up and down her girl-cock. She tasted so good. The sour flavor of my asshole faded, her precum growing strong.

She would spurt so much cum into my mouth. Just all that girl-spunk. I couldn’t wait for that heat to flood out of her girl-dick. It would be perfect. She groaned as I suckled on her with all my might. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down her clit-dick.

“That’s it,” purred my Mistress. “Suck my clit-dick. You’re going to get so much futa-cum spurting into your mouth.”

I moaned in delight, suckling hard on her.

“Yes, yes, you’re going to get it all flooding you, slut! Suckle on my clit-dick. Nurse on me with alt that might. That’s so good!”

I winked at her as I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down her clit-dick. I suckled on her with all that I had. She groaned as I nursed on her. It was just so good to love her like that. I savored every moment of nursing on her.

It was fabulous to love her girl-dick. My tongue danced around her futa-cock. Drool spilled down my chin. My boobs bounced and my cunt clenched. Juices spilled down my thighs. Her jizz dripped out of my asshole. I loved being a woman.

I loved being Lydia’s sex slave.

I was so happy. Who cared about being the president when I could be Lydia’s sex slave? That was far, far more important. A giddy thrill shot through me as I suckled on her. Her pussy clamped down on my thrusting fingers.

“You dirty whore!” she moaned. “Oh, Marnie! Marnie!”

She named me Marnie. I was so happy to have it.

“Yes!” she howled.

Her cunt spasmed around my digits, pussy cream bathing my hand. Her hot futa-spunk spurted from her girl-dick and flooded my mouth. I gulped down that wonderful jizz. I swallowed every drop of it as she trembled through her passion.

I swallowed every drop of her spunk. The jizz flooded down my throat as she bucked through her orgasm. She whimpered, her head tossing back and forth. It was so much fun to gulp down her girl-spunk. She whimpered, her pussy writhing around my fingers.

“You dirty whore!” she howled as she kept erupting into my mouth. “Yes!”

I let her fill my mouth with my cum. She groaned, spurting a final blast of her jizz into my mouth. It was so hot to have all that spunk filling up my cheeks. I was just enjoying this amazing moment. A shiver ran through me.

I gulped down her cum. A big swallow of jizz that flowed down to my belly. I loved her warmth in me. It was just so good to have all that spunk in my body. I loved that wonderful spunk. It was just amazing to have it all flowing through me.

I shuddered in delight as all that cum filled my belly. I nursed on her as Lydia smiled down at me. My mistress was such a beautiful creature. I loved every second of sucking on her girl-dick. It was just so wonderful.

“Do you know the Reverend Spencer?” Lydia asked me, her eyes boring into mine.

I slid my lips off her girl-dick and moaned, “Yes, yes, he donated heavily to my campaign. He’s a snake. A millionaire that prays on his flock with his prosperity ministry.”

A huge smile spread on Lydia’s lips.
* * *
Reverend Hawk Spencer
“That’s right!” I said as I stood before the cameras in the heart of my megachurch. I was in Texas, far away from the corruption of Lydia Murphy and her futa perversion. “You send me $500, and your wife or daughter will not become one of the She-Beast’s Jezebels! They will not succumb to the vile lusts of the futanari-demon who rules Washington DC.”

The crowd cheered and clapped.

“That’s right!” I said. “Get those checks in the mail or use our online payment system. You do not want to have that demon claim your loved ones and turn them into those harlots, do you?”

“No!” said my luscious angels, the members of my choir. They were all properly dressed in white bras and panties with wings on their backs. They were as beautiful as all of God’s flowers, and showing off so much of their flesh as the Lord wanted.

“That’s right,” I said, stroking my hand through my short, brown hair streaked with wings of gray. “Now—”

Shouts erupted at the back. Suddenly, women wearing form-fitting body armor and tight-fitting pants rushed up. They had “Secret Service” in yellow letters on the front of their navy-blue vests that molded to their breasts. All held tactical weapons as they rushed forward, their hair flowing behind them in ponytails.

I stared in shock.

“The Whore of Babylon is here for the reverend!” shouted from the crowd.

More women were rushing through the crowd with weapons as the lead columns blitzed the stage. They were all shouting as they seized me. I was bewildered as my hands were yanked behind my back. I shuddered as they cuffed me.

“Reverend Hawk Spencer, you are under arrest for money laundering and embezzling!” one of the agents said.

“That’s preposterous!” I gasped. I paid off the right members of Congress to keep the Secret Service and the Treasure Department from investigating me. The IRS looked a blind eye, too. That was why I donated to Republicans and Democrats. “You have to unhand me!”

They were already rushing me out of the room while my church roared in outrage. They would not stand for it, but the women were all armed. Why were they all women? There were hundreds of them. How could there be that many women in the Secret Service, unless…?

“No!” I gasped. “Not the Whore of Babylon! Not the Futanari Demon! The great She-Beast. She will not have my soul! That papist bitch might claim she’s a saint, but I know she’s the devil herself!”

I fought, but the women dragged me out to a waiting van. They shoved me in the back and piled in, grinning at me. I gasped as they pulled out knives. They attacked my clothes, cutting them off my body. Those were expensive suits, Armani. Custom made, and they were just hacking them off me.

Outrage burned through me as they humiliated me. I was naked. They all laughed at my cock, taking off their body armor as we drove. They had sports bras on beneath, their nipples hard. Their pants molded to their pussies, showing off their cameltoes, their crotches wet with their excitement.

“She cannot have me!” I roared. “I will not be the She-Beast’s!”

The van stopped and the doors opened. I was shoved out into a sea of cameras. Reporters, women all with their tits out, were crying out questions. I was hustled toward the entrance and shoved into a building. I was hurried down a hallway and thrust into a room where three women awaited.

The first was Marnie Cole, her naked body painted to look like she wore a French Maid’s uniform with lace drawn around the “neckline” of her blouse. With her legs pressed together, it almost looked like she had a frilly skirt with layers of petticoats. Instead of wearing white stockings, they were painted on her.

Only the heels were real.

The second was Amina Murphy, her body painted like she was a genie in blue “pantaloons” and a “vest” with a “bra” over her breasts, her nipples hard and obscene. Her pussy lips dripped with her excitement as she stared at me.

The last was the She-Beast herself painted up to look like she was in a power suit, gray skirt and dark nylons with a mauve “blouse” Her breasts jiggled obscenely and her dick thrust out before her, bobbing with her excitement.

“You will never have me!” I growled. “You will never—”

“BANG!” she said and suddenly… I was a woman. Big breasts bounced before me. Brown hair spilled around my face. I shuddered as my breasts quivered. I stared down at them. I had curving hips and no cock. I trembled as I had a pussy instead.

A wet pussy.

“You can’t do this to me!” I whimpered. “I mean… You’re Lydia and… You’re the devil. The Great She-Beast and… and… I love you! I’m such a sinner! I steal from the blind sheep to make myself filthy rich. I have always been your servant! I have made a mockery of the bible and the Word of God. I am your whore now, Lydia! Yours.”

“That’s tots pathetic,” said Amina as she marched up, her girl-dick growing. “But don’t you worry. You’re officially one of Lydia’s sex slaves.”

“Yes, yes, the She-Beast owns my soul!” I moaned. “I fornicate with all my luscious angels. I fuck them all. I make them lick my cum out of each other’s pussies and snort cocaine off their tits! I am yours, Lady Satan! Yours!”

“Then open wide,” Lydia purred as Amina thrust her futa-dick at me. “I want you sucking with passion!”

“Yes!” I moaned and swallowed the “genie’s” futa-dick.

I loved the feel of her girl-dick sliding over her dusky cock. Her boobs jiggled in her painted-on bra. Her nipples were so hard. She was so hot. My pussy clenched as Lydia moved behind me. I shuddered, the cuffs not as tight on my hands any longer. They were still behind me.

They rattled as Lydia slid her girl-dick down to my pussy. She nuzzled it through my bush and found my wet folds. I was a woman now. I was the She-Beast’s whore, her Jezebel. I shuddered as she thrust her futa-dick into my cunt.

If she was the She-Beast, then I was the Whore of Babylon who fornicated with her.

I groaned around the girl-dick in my mouth at that thought. I suckled hard on her, nursing with all my might on her. I loved that big shaft as Lydia’s filled up my cunt. I wiggled my hips, stirring my snatch around her.

It felt so right.

So amazing.

She drew back her girl-dick. I squealed around that big dick in my mouth. I loved that mighty cock. She thrust back into me. She fucked me with all that she had. It felt so good to have her burying into me again and again.

She fucked me with force.

It was so good to have her thrusting away at me. She pounded me with all that she had. Lydia’s girl-dick plunged into my cunt over and over again. I loved that wonderful girl-rod. I suckled hard on the futa-shaft in my mouth.

“That’s it,” groaned Lydia. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re my whore now! My slave!”

I squealed my dick around that big cock in my mouth. I suckled so hard on her. I loved every second of nursing on Amina’s futa-rod as Lydia’s clit-shaft pumped away at me. That mighty pole fucked me with such force.

She churned me up with her girl-dick. It was so amazing to have her fucking me. She thrust away at me. Just churned up my pussy with all that she had. It was so amazing to have that mighty girl-dick fucking me. She slammed hard into me.

Just buried deep and hard into my cunt as I squealed around Amina’s girl-dick.

Lydia fucked me with her mighty cock. It was so incredible to have her all the way in me. She made me feel so amazing. My pussy gripped her as she churned me up. The She-Beast pounded my cunt, my big boobs swayed back and forth.

I had breasts.

Her girl-dick fucked me so hard. I shuddered, savoring that massive futa-cock fucking my new cunt. I suckled on Amina’s clit-rod. I nursed on her with all that I had while every second of Lydia fucking me.

I loved every inch of her futa-cock churning me up. She fucked me with such passion. She churned me up with such force. It was just so good to have her fucking me. I shuddered, my cunt gripping her as the heat built and built.

“Yes, yes, I am going to cum in your cunt, slut!” moaned the She-Beast.

I wanted that. I craved it. I suckled hard on Amina’s futa-dick, her salty precum soaking my taste buds. My pussy massaged that big dick as I hurtled toward my climax. I was so close to cumming on her mighty rod.

Lydia buried into me and I burst.

My first feminine orgasm swept through my whoreish body. My cunt writhed around Lydia’s futa-dick while I squealed around Amina’s girl-cock. I suckled hard on her as she trembled, her painted tits jiggling over me.

“Yes!” gasped Amina as she erupted.

Her girl-cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and wonderful. I groaned as I savored my first taste of jizz. My cunt writhed around that big girl-dick fucking me. It was so hot to have Lydia fucking me with all that she had.

She buried into my cunt and gasped, “Fuck!”

Her cum spurted into my pussy.

I loved that hot jizz flooding my cunt. It was so good to have all that ecstasy spurting into me. I loved every last second of that spunk flooding me. It was just awesome to have the futa-jizz flooding both ends of my body and…

She bred me.

I felt the She-Beast’s seed planting in my whorish womb. I squealed in delight as my cunt writhed around her girl-dick. She pumped more and more of her spunk into my snatch. I shuddered as I gulped down all of Amina’s salty girl-spunk.

“Tots fire!” gasped Amina. “Yes! That’s tight!”

“So fucking tight!” Lydia moaned, dumping more and more of her futa-cum into me. “Oh, Reverend Sparrow Spencer, you are mine! That’s your new name, too. Sparrow!”

I shuddered and whimpered with delight as she spurted the last of her girl-cum into my bred pussy. I swallowed down the last of the spunk that had erupted from Amina’s girl-dick. I was such a wonderful slave to the Futa-Satan, my boobs swaying beneath me.
* * *
Lydia Murphy
I felt so good as I pulled out of Revered Sparrow’s cunt. She was my newest sex slave. My body-painted tits jiggled. I really loved this latex paint. I felt so good when the door behind me opened. I glanced back to see Alba peek in.

“The Vatican just called,” she said. “Popess Pauline is making you a saint. They want you to fly out next week for the ceremony.”

I grinned from ear to ear. “Wonderful!”

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