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Payton climbed off the bus, holding her backpack over one shoulder. Her short, buzzed, hair and baggy clothing disguised her gender well enough that the teachers at school often chastised her about using the wrong rest room. She hefted her bag higher on her back and walked the rest of the way home from the bus stop.

“You’re not getting a car, Payton. Cars are dangerous, Payton.” She muttered to herself, mocking her parents. The fifteen year old girl huffed, and tried to put her annoyance out of her mind. She was turning sixteen tomorrow, and her parents promised her something just as special. “It’d better be special” she thought. They had her do all kinds of personality tests, and answer hundreds of questions on her tablet. The questions were mostly boring, but some of them were about her sex life and sexual preferences. Those questions made her feel weird.

The bus silently whizzed by her. “Bitch could have at least dropped me off closer to my house.” She murmured. The mile walk down the road was one she had to make every morning and afternoon, even though she was the only one at that bus stop, and even though the bus passed her house. She was a little bitter about it.

Today though, it was worth it. On the porch waiting for her was a large black polycarbonate crate. It was unmarked except for the shipping labels. A grin crossed her face when she saw it was addressed to her. She quirked a brow when she saw where it was from. “Cyrus, AKF in Latvia?” she muttered to herself.

The crate was heavy, and about a foot shorter than her. It took her a few minutes to wiggle it in over the threshold. She took out her phone, and gave her dad a call.

“Daddy?” she asked when her father picked up. She only called him ‘Daddy’ when she wanted something.

“Oh, hi Payton. Is something wrong?” he asked. Payton could hear her dad tapping away at his computer.

“There is a big box here, like really big. It’s addressed to me…” Payton let her voice trail off.

“Ah, it came early. Happy birthday sweetie.”

“Can I…?”

“Go ahead, honey. I am a little scared to know exactly how it turned out.”

Payton paused. “Why are you scared? You don’t know what it is?”

“All I know is it’s a synthetic, honey.” Someone interrupted him on his end. “Honey, if it’s something I don’t want to know about, don’t tell me, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She said.

“I’ve got to go. See you tonight. I love you. Happy birthday.”

“I love you too, daddy.”

She hung up her cellphone. “How the hell am I going to get this thing up to my room?”

She spent the better part of an hour fighting with the box, getting it up the stairs. Several times she considered just opening the damn thing down stairs, but didn’t. She leaned against the crate once it was in her room, and just caught her breath for several minutes. “You sure are heavy, whatever you are.”

She took a screw gun to the top, and popped off the lid. Manuals. She flipped through the piles of paperwork, ignoring the vast majority of it. She picked out the quick start guide and specification sheet.

“’Thank you for purchasing’ blah-blah-blah, ‘fully charged’, blah-blah-blah. Ok, ‘open the front of the crate, make sure no one else is in the room, and hide any pictures of human faces. Imprinting takes only seconds.’ Imprinting?” She put down the guide and flipped down what few pictures she had in her bedroom. She looked over the specifications. “It’s named Storm. They named it Storm. Cute, but really?” She asked the wind.

She took a screw gun to the front panel of the crate, and let the acrylic panel drop. Curled over in a fetal position was a girl. She thinks it’s a girl. Payton glanced at herself in a mirror, then down at the lifeless form in the crate. It was the 10 year old version of what she was now.

Storm’s head looked up, the glow of its eyes cycling through the rainbow in an infinite loop. Payton jumped back, startled by Storm’s sudden movements. The cycling of colors stopped, and Storm’s eyes stopped glowing. Her irises were a bright orange, the only inhuman trait about how she looked.

Storm was shipped in a very thin garment, a long shear nightgown. The synthetic’s hair was longer than Payton’s but not by much – Storm could pass as a boy as easily as Payton could. Storm stood up out of the crate, and took a step forward. She looked up at Payton with a shy smile. “Hello, Master Payton.” It said.

Payton tripped and fell backwards onto her bed. “You already know my name?” she said in amazement.

Storm looked around the room, and caught herself in the mirror. She tilted her head curiously at seeing herself. “I have been programmed specifically for you, Master.”

Payton steadied herself into a sitting position on the bed and patted the bed next to her “What are you programmed to do?”

Storm sat on the bed, cross-legged. Her gown barely provided her modesty in this position. “I am designed to be the little brother or sister you never had, Master.”

Payton craned her neck to try and see under Storm’s gown. “If you are supposed to be my sister, why do you keep calling me ‘Master’?”

“Would you prefer if I called you Mistress?”

Payton had to think about that for a second. She shook the thought from her mind. “Why don’t you call me ‘sis or something, if you are supposed to be my little sister?”

“Because that isn’t the type of little brother or sister you wanted.” Storm looked up at Payton with wide eyes. “Was that a mistake?”

Payton reached out, took the bottom of the Storm’s gown, and lifted it enough to see between the synthetic’s legs. Her eyes widened, a grin curled across her lips. Storm wasn’t a girl, or a boy for that matter. Storm was equipped with both. “No, that wasn’t a mistake.”

Storm read Payton’s expressions. “Yes, it is interchangeable, Master.”

“Don’t, uh, call me that when my mom and dad are around. I don’t want them freaking out.” Payton kept her eyes on Storm’s small penis, hanging limply over a tight slit.

Storm moved silently. She pulled her gown off over her head, and dropped it on the floor with the other packing material.

Payton moved up the bed, and laid on her side. Storm was quick to follow, and laid on her back in front of the fully clothed girl. Payton’s hand wandered over Storm’s belly. “You’re cool. I mean cold.”

Storm nodded. When Payton’s hand slid closer to her crotch, a shiver shot up the synthetic’s body. Storm’s little cock grew semi-rigid. Payton rubbed her palm over Storm’s shaft, gently she worked the small penis hard. Her hand gripped Storm, stroking her.

“I’ve never touched anyone like this” Payton said, her gaze locked on the child’s body.

“It feels good.” Storm said, letting out a sigh, as her eyes closed. Her legs opened and Payton could see, and smell, the moisture glistening off her lips.

Payton leaned down, and pressed her lips to Storm’s, kissing her, while her hand stroked Storm’s shaft. She moved quickly, squeezing tightly around the tiny cock. Storm opened her mouth, letting her tongue play with Payton’s. Her body writhed from pleasure and a bit of discomfort from the rough handling of her little package.

Storms hip’s thrust after only a few moments of the treatment, and shot a hot clear load into Payton’s hand.

Payton broke the kiss. “You… came.” She said, surprised.

Storm’s cheeks were flush, and she panted. “Yes, Master. Was it too soon?”

“It was perfect.” Payton said, as she leaned down to kiss Storm’s cheek. She brought her messy hand to Storm’s mouth, and the synthetic dutifully licked and sucked her own cum from it.

“You are defiantly better than a car.”

Payton picked a slip foam packing sheet from her labia with a disgusted cringe. The bed was an absolute mess with the sundry crap from Storm’s shipping crate, and Payton was in the middle of it.

“Master, if you…” Storm tried to get Payton’s attention but failed.

“There you are!” Payton exclaimed while untangling a cable. “US charging cable.” She set it aside.

“Master, can I, uh… Master? Payton!” Storm had to yell.

“What?” Payton looked up. “Why did you yell?”

“I needed your attention. Now that you have found my charging cable, which I tried to point out to you forty-five minutes ago, may I recharge?” Storm was standing perfectly still, naked, and exactly where Payton had point, two hours ago.

“… Did I really want a smartass little sister? Yeah, go ahead, charge.”

“Do you really want to know what you wanted?” Storm said, moving to the bed. She laid on her belly, so the opening in her side would be away from Payton. She fiddled with the cable and the plug till she charging started. Her eyes pulsated an orange glow.

“Why not.” Payton said, while rifling through Storm’s accessories.

“You wanted three things, mostly. You wanted a little brother or sister to boss around, a human sex toy to play out your fantasies with, and a friend who was a lot like you.”

“So you’re saying…”

“You are a shy smartass.” Storm smirked.

Payton threw a tube of gel lubricant at Storm, who caught it without looking. “How long will you last?” Payton asked.

“If you keep me repaired, with the exception of my batteries, there is no reason I should not last until the heat death of the universe.”

“Use younger words, please. I kind of want to maintain the illusion that you are a ten year old girl right now.”

“Ok sis. If you change my batteries when I need it, I should last forever-and-ever-and-ever.”

Payton cringed. “Never mind, go back to how you were talking.”

“Yes, Master. Uh, Master?” Storm lifted her head, pushing herself from the mattress. “I would prefer to keep that box private.”

Payton had stated to break the seal on an unlabeled accessory box. “Why, what’s in it?”

“Genitals.”

Payton immediately put the box down. “Alright, I will leave that to you.” She shivered with creeped-out disgust. “Why do you need spares?”

“They aren’t spares, really. They are alternates. Bigger and smaller penises, a deeper vagina in case you want me to service a man, testicles if you want me to have them, blank panels if you want me to be one gender or the other.”

“That’s enough, really. I mean it. I don’t want the mental image of you changing out your…bits.”

“I know.” Storm said with a little smile. She reached over and took the box from the bed, and slid it under the nightstand, all while not showing Payton where the charging cable entered her.

“Alright, enough of this, what did you come with?” Payton said in frustration at the mess around her.

“US, British, European, and Japanese charging cables, the box you just found, a basic repair and service kit, which you have ripped open, intimate lubricant that won’t damage my skin, a strap-on harness and dildo for yourself, and…” Storm popped her head up to look on the bed “you left the necklace in the crate.”

Payton furrowed a brow, and climbed off the bed to look in the crate for the necklace. She rummaged through the packing material, and pulled out a silver chain with a pendant. “What’s this for?”

“Tracking device and panic button.”

“So you wear it… and I can track you, and know when you are in trouble?” Payton asked.

Storm snorted. “You can already do that on your phone. No. You wear that so I know where you are, and I know when you are in trouble.”

Payton tilted her head, confused.

“Master, why didn’t your parents want you to have a car?”

“They are dangerous.” Payton responded.

“And why don’t you go out on Friday nights with your friends?”

“Because dad says it’s too dangerous to go out.”

“Why would your parents buy you an illegal sex synthetic?”

“Illegal? They wouldn’t.”

“Unless…?” Storm lead Payton.

“You’re not a sex synthetic.”

“Exactly, Master.”

“But we just…?”

“You have to want me around you all the time. For you, that means being your ideal friend and lover.” Storm said, as she disconnected the charger, and sat cross legged on the bed. Her little cock hung limply between her legs, against her pussy.

“That makes a whole hell of a lot more sense than dad buying me a mindless sex slave.” Payton shrugged. She cleaned off the bed some, and laid down, her head resting in Storm’s lap.

Storm stroked her hand through Payton’s hair “You never wanted mindless, Master.”

---

Payton aimlessly swirled a lump of meatloaf through a pile of mashed potatoes.

“So how is your, uh, present, darling?” Payton’s mother asked.

“I really like it. Thanks.” Payton said with a little smile.

“Does it need anything? Like batteries or anything?” Payton’s father asked, with a half full mouth.

“Nothing like that, no. But it needs clothes.”

“It didn’t come with clothing?” Her father asked.

“It came with this one thing, but it was ripped in shipping I guess.”

“We can go to the Salvation Army and pick some stuff for it.” He said.

“Donald!” Payton’s mother interrupted. “Get your daughter’s friend some new clothes.”

Payton’s eyes shifted from side to side, watching her parents.

Payton’s Father, Donald, put his fork down. Payton could see the wheels turning in his mind, and even saw the moment of decision. “Fine… fine. Just, put it on the credit card.”

Payton’s mother smiled at winning the argument before it happened. “What size is it, and is it a boy or girl?”

“I uh, don’t know her size off the top of my head. And she’s a she. Kind of.” Payton said. She still hadn’t touched her food.

Her parents gave each other a look.

“Is it decent enough to go outside?” Payton’s mother asked.

“No. Defiantly not.” Payton chortled.

---

Payton dumped a dozen shopping bags onto her bed. She stood at the foot of the bed, and looked around. “What the hell happened to my room?”

“It’s clean.” Storm said. She was nude, and standing in the corner.

“It’s never been clean.”

“I can tell.” Storm smirked.

“Whatever, put on some clothes. I need you to help carry a dresser up stairs.” Payton said, after she dumped out several of the bags.

“What do you want me to wear, Master?”

“I don’t care. I just don’t want my parents to see you naked. Mom already gave me weird looks when I told her your sizes.”

Storm shrugged and went to the bed. She picked out a pair of jeans and a strap tank top. She went down stairs with Payton. Against the wall was leaned a large flat-pack dresser box.

“The thing weighs about a hundred pounds, so watch your fingers.” Payton said.

Storm just raised her brow. The ten year old gripped the box with one hand and lifted it with an outstretched arm.

“Right. Ok up stairs.” Payton laughed nervously.

Storm took the dresser up stairs, and assembled it in about 10 minutes. Payton sat on the bed while Storm folded and put away the weird mix of rough and tumble boy and delicate and sexy girl clothing.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” Payton said, as she pulled off her own clothes, and tossed them in a pile by the closet.

“If I don’t do it, it won’t get done.” Storm said. She picked up the discarded clothing, and put it in a hamper. She glanced back at Payton laying naked in bed, and took off her own clothes, folding them, and putting them in the dresser, before she climbed into bed with Payton.

Storm laid against Payton, her little leg hooked over the girl’s thigh. Storm’s little cock rubbed itself to hardness against Payton’s thigh.

Payton looked down at Storm. “I, uh, am a virgin.” She shyly admitted.

“Would it count to you if we did… stuff?” Storm asked, her little hand cupped Payton’s breast, and gave it a slight squeeze.

“It would to me.” Payton said. She closed her eyes, her hand stroked through Storm’s hair.

Storm climbed over Payton. She wiggled her knees between Payton’s legs. She leaned over her owner, looking down at her.

Payton looked up at Storm for a long moment, before she pulled her down, and pressed her lips against Storm’s. Her legs opened, and knees bent up.

Storm rested her body against Payton, her small cock rubbed against Payton’s mound as the two kissed. Storm’s hand moved between them, her fingers stroked over Payton’s pussy.

Payton closed her eyes; her hands explored Storm’s body. She let out a little sigh as her arousal grew from Storm’s touch, but that was interrupted when she sucked hard around her teeth – Storm pushed herself into Payton.

“That hurts” Payton whispered. Her eyes clamped shut as she held tightly to Storm.

“I know.” Storm whispered back. “Take a few deep breaths.” Storm kept her hips still, staying inside Payton while the pain subsided. When Payton’s breathing returned to normal, Storm slowly rocked her hip, pushing herself into her owner.

Payton’s face twinged with occasional shocks of discomfort, but her breath carried little moans. Storm’s gentle thrusts increased until she was pushing her entire small length into Payton. Storm was gentle and consistent, never pushing into her owner too fast, never going harder than Payton wanted at that moment.

The gentle lovemaking ended with a whimper, Payton’s whimper, from a small orgasm. They held each other until Payton fell asleep.

“Are you seriously trying to get in the shower with me?” Payton said. She was holding a towel over herself to offer herself a little modesty in the up-stairs hallway. Storm was showing no such modesty. Thankfully, for Payton’s sake, her parents were already at work before she got up for school.

“Of course, Master.” Storm said. Her head was tilted, and showed a little smirk.

“Why?” Payton said, as she stepped into the bathroom. She got the shower started, and let the water heat up.

“Because I want to be around you, as much as I can.” Storm said. She stepped into the shower while it was still ice cold, picked up Payton’s shampoo, and waited.

“You’re going to try and bathe me too?” Payton laughed. “You can’t reach my head!”

Storm put one foot on the edge of the tub, and lifted herself up. She stood perfectly balanced, and a head taller than Payton.

“Showoff.” Payton hung the towel on the rack, and stepped into the now steamy shower.

Storm moved quickly. She washed Payton’s short hair thoroughly, before she dropped back into the tub with a thud. She washed down Payton’s body, and knelt in front of her owner to wash her legs. After rinsing her owner off, Storm stayed kneeling, her mouth open and tongue extended.

“What are you do…? Oh. Oh god no, not now.” Payton turned red with embarrassment.

“Are you sure, Master?” Storm said, looking up at Payton.

Payton squirmed in the hot stream “After school?”

“Yes Master.” Storm said. She always seemed to have a smile when talking with Payton. Storm shut the shower off and dried Payton’s body. “How would you like me be, today?”

Payton held her arms out, exposing her wet body to Storm’s towel. “To be? What do you mean?”

“How do you want me to dress, and have my hair done, or my make-up? Do you want me to be male, female, hermaphrodite, or neuter?” Storm expanded on her question.

“Uh, I don’t know. Do full boy I guess.” Payton said, stepping in front of the mirror, grimacing at her hair.

“Yes, Master.” Storm climbed onto the vanity and started to work on Payton’s hair. Payton stopped her when she started to apply makeup to Payton.

“What are you doing?” Payton asked.

Storm held the makeup brush up, and waited for Payton to get the idea. When Payton did not react, she answered. “I’m doing your makeup, Master. I know you try for indeterminate gender; this will help.” Storm waited for permission. “Trust me, Master.” Payton gave Storm a little nod, and the little girl went to work. It only took a few minutes to finish. “There. I don’t even think you will be able to tell if you are a boy or girl.”

“Now, if you just waited till I was dressed, then it would be perfect.” Payton said, admiring Storm’s work.

“Master, its twenty-fifty-one. Makeup has not rubbed off onto clothes in almost a hundred years.” Storm said. She slipped off the vanity and dried herself off quickly. She squeezed past Payton to jog to the bedroom.

“What’s your rush?” Payton yelled. She wrapped a towel around herself, out of habit more than anything else, and followed Storm to the room.

Storm was sitting on the far side of the bed, fiddling with herself, with her back to Payton. “I don’t want you to see.”

“See what?” Payton asked, before she saw the accessory box on the bed. “Oh.” She grabbed a shirt and pants, and got dressed in the hall, while waiting for Storm.

---

Storm stared blankly through the window in the door. She was in the hall, across from Payton’s math class, watching Payton. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Young man, don’t you have a place to be?” A man’s voice said.

“I am exactly where I have to be.” Storm said in a robotic monotone, never having taken her gaze off of Payton.

“How old are you? You don’t look like you belong in this school.” He asked.

“One-million-seven-hundred-eighty-two-thousand-two-hundred-twenty-three… four…five seconds.” She blurted out.

“What? Come on, were going to the principal’s office.” He said, and tried to pull Storm down the hall.

Storm shifted her weight slightly, making her impossible to move without lifting her. She turned her gaze to the man. He was a tall man and quite old compared to the teachers Storm had seen around the school so far that day. She gripped the man’s wrist and pulled it off of her shoulder.

The man was unimpressed. “Son, you are coming with me.” He tried to grab onto Storm’s arm, but the synthetic moved too quickly. She grabbed his arm, and twisted the old man to the ground. He hit the ground with a sickening thud; his body cracked loudly before he cried out in agony.

“This would not have hurt if you were in better physical condition.” Storm said, her stance returning to neutral, her gaze once again locked on Payton. The man’s howl had drawn the attention of the class, the students were huddled around the window, staring at her. The man was cradling his injured arm.

Payton pushed through the crowd around the door, and ran over to Storm. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Payton knelt down by the old man. “Oh my god, Mr. Simms, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

“He tried to take me away from you.” She said. The humanity in her voice returned, her face showed remorse.

Mr. Simms managed to get back to his feet. “He twisted my elbow pretty hard. I’ll be ok.” Finally given the chance to look Storm in her inhumanly colored eyes. “Does this belong to you?”

---

“That was not ok, Storm.” Payton said, glaring at Storm from the other side of the principal’s office.

“What did I do wrong?” Storm asked, utterly confused by Payton’s reaction.

“You attacked a sixty-year-old man!” Payton whisper-yelled.

The principal, Mrs. Winter, entered her office. “Someone, please explain to me what just happened in my school?”

Storm looked at one of the display monitors in the office. It began showing a video, showing the incident from Storm’s perspective, including threat assessments. When Mr. Simms tried to pull Storm away from the classroom, Storm’s threat assessment of him went from ‘harmless’ to ‘immediate threat to mission’.

It took a second for Mrs. Winter to realize what was happening. “Payton. You have a synthetic body guard, now?” Payton just nodded, hugely embarrassed by the entire situation. Mrs. Winter just muttered to herself, something about asshole parents. “If I tell you to leave it at home, and bare it from the building…?”

“I don’t think she will care.” Payton said. Storm nodded in agreement.

“Thankfully, Mr. Simms didn’t have to go to the hospital. Payton, I want a letter of apology for Mr. Simms.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Payton said.

“What’s its name?”

“Storm, Ma’am”.

“Storm. If you ever injure one of my teachers again, I will make sure you get decommissioned.”

Storm’s eyes turned from reflective orange to glowing bright red.

“Storm, just say you understand.” Payton commanded.

“I understand.” Storm said.

“Get out of my office, before I change my mind.” Mrs. Winter ordered. Payton quickly got out of her chair, and left the office. Storm followed close behind.

Braelyn could ignore the incessant chiming in her headset no longer. She tapped, nearly punched, the button to accept the call. “What, Scar? I’m busy.” The young teen’s shrill voice angrily proclaimed.

“Busy not doing what you promised.” The voice, Scarlet, on the other end retorted.

Braelyn, Brae or Brat as her friends called her, looked away from her computer screen to the clock besides her bed. “It’s five-o’clock. There’s like two hours before I have to be logged in.”

“Brat, it’s five in the morning, you were supposed to be logged in and ready ten hours ago.” Scarlet said. “Were you up all night working on that damn thing again?”

“Hey, you said you wanted a private server, I’m making a private server to play on.” Brae pushed herself back from her desk, her long florescent green hair cascaded down her shoulders, and covered her small fifteen-year-old breasts. She sat there in only her panties, lit only by the glow of several computer monitors.

“Yeah, well I didn’t think you would take a month to make the damn thing.”

“Do you honestly know how much work it is to create a full game world? I don’t just want some sleazy one room piece of crap whose only value is we won’t get banned for taking off our clothes.” Brae said, as she lit a cigarette.

“I do know. I also know that I haven’t seen my girlfriend in like, three weeks. Quit your bitching, and get online.”

Brae rolled her eyes. “I’ll be on after I shower.”

“Uh huh.”

“Fuck off, give me half an hour.”

Brae hung up the call, and went to shower. She still glistened with moisture when she laid atop her blankets. She had not bothered to put on clothing, not that she was fully dressed before the shower. She grabbed from her nightstand, and put on, a little metallic band that wrapped behind her head and over her ears. An indicator light on the device blinked a few times, and Brae took in a sharp gasp.

---

Brae stood in the busy street and watched as people moved through the world. Her appearance was very different here – her hair, while still long and green, was shaved from the sides of her head. She sported several piercings, and wore the leather of a herd of cows.

Scarlet was not a polar opposite of Brae, either, with her long hair dyed blood red and pulled back into a braid. She was wrapped in a tight black corset that hugged her fourteen year old form, and a skirt that showed far too much skin.

Scarlet’s pissed off expression melted away when she finally saw Brae. She ran to the girl, pushing others out of the way in the process, and wrapped her arms around her, Scarlet’s chest pressed against Braelyn’s back. “I missed you.” She said, as she kissed the back of Brae’s neck.

Brae gripped Scarlet’s wrist, and tilted her head forward. “I missed you, too.”

Scarlet bit her tongue. She stepped to Brae’s side, an arm still around her, and walked with Brae to a dark alley between storefronts. Once out of sight, she stopped, and stood in front of her girlfriend. She looked up into Brae’s eyes with a little smirk. She pulled the top of her corset down, exposing her chest.

Brae double checked the alley to make sure they were alone, before she leaned in and pressed her lips to Scarlet’s, her lips opened gently so she could taste Scarlet’s lips. Brae’s eyes closed in the embrace, her hands moved to Scarlet’s sides, and held her.

Scarlet’s lips parted and her tongue flicked against Brae’s. She reached between them, grabbing ahold of Brae’s belt, she fidgeted to undo her girlfriend’s pants. Her hand slipped down the front of the tight leather, and to Brae’s hairless pussy. She pressed her fingers between Brea’s lips, and stroked against her flesh quickly.

Brae moaned into Scarlet’s mouth, her grip on Scarlet’s breast tightening, as her free hand hooked behind Scarlet’s back, pulling her tighter against her girlfriend. Her hips shook and rocked against the fingers pressing into her young flesh.

Scarlet broke the kiss, her fingers pushing their way into Brae, as she pulled Brae’s head into the crook of her neck. She eagerly thrust her fingers into her lover. “I love you” she whispered.

Brae pushed her knee between Scarlet’s legs, pinning her against the wall. She ground her mound against Scarlet’s thigh, fucking herself on Scarlet’s fingers. Her own thigh pressed against Scarlet’s bare pussy under her skirt. She kissed down Scarlet’s neck, not even pulling back to speak. “I love you too” she mumbled into Scarlet’s throat.

Scarlet guided Brae’s hand off of her breast to her pussy. Brae pressed her fingers into Scarlet’s wet slit, her knee pushed her hand hard against Scarlet’s pussy. The girls bucked hard against each other, rhythmically fucking themselves with the fingers, until they both climaxed.

Scarlet wiggled her hand out of Brae’s pants and grinned at the sticky moisture it was covered in. She licked her fingers clean. “I have something to show you.” she said.

“What? This wasn’t just a booty call?” Brae asked, after wiping off her fingers on Scarlet’s inner thigh.

“No, I wanted you on earlier for game business, and I still want to do that.” Scarlet said. She readjusted her corset to cover her breasts, and held out her hand for Brae. When Brae took it, their bodies shimmered, and they disappeared, only to reappear in a private room of the game; their clan clubhouse.

The room was the basement of a nightclub in the virtual city. The ceilings were low, and painted black like the walls. The dim overhead lighting was barely enough to navigate by, but was augmented by flashing party lights. The clubhouse was ringed by sofas and beds, with a dance floor in the middle.

There were about fifteen people there, excluding Scarlet and Brae. They were all dressed similarly to them, in black leather, showing a great deal of skin. They were all female. Some of them were just talking on the sofas, a few were dancing, and a couple more where making out in one of the beds.

“You’ve recruited.” Brae said, looking at the group of people mingling.

“Quite a bit, while you were taking a break from the game.” Scarlet said. “And from me.” She added. Brae rolled her eyes. “There are about eight others in the clan that are on right now, and thirty that are offline.”

“Did you…?” Brae started to ask.

“I checked them all out. They are all really female, no one is over sixteen. Most of them use only slightly modified versions of themselves.” Scarlet said, as she took Brae’s hand again. “And they are all willing to go private.” She said with a grin.

“You have amassed virtual harem.” Brae said, as she gripped her girlfriend’s hand tightly.

“All for you. Well, not ALL for you. I like the over-sexualized-power trip as much as you do.” Scarlet leaned over and kissed Brae’s cheek. “You can run your clan here, or take them with us to the private world you are building. Your army of horny teen-and-preteen girls awaits you, M’lord.”

“Remember, your father will be picking you up after school.” Braelyn’s mother, Valerie, said.

Brae was half way out the door with her step-mother. The statement stopped her in her tracks. “Really? Mom, that makes no damn sense.”

“Braelyn, he’s your father. You should spend time with him.”

“No, that’s fine. It doesn’t make sense because, for one, he will forget to pick me up, so I will be waiting at school forever. For another, this woman… ” Brae gestured emphatically to her stepmother. “She’s the damn principal. And…”

“And your father lives across the street. I know.” Valerie interrupted Brae.

“I’m going home with Jennifer. I’ll text dad and tell him to just call when he’s home.” Brae said, as she turned around to head out of the house.

Jennifer unlocked her car, and they both climbed in. “You really should let him pick you up, Brae.”

Brae gave Jennifer a look. “Ok, I get this when it’s a really bad breakup between parents… Dad is still my mom’s best friend, besides you. He’s at the house what, twice a week for dinner? I see him all the time. Divorce was the best thing that ever happened for mom and dad.”

“Why do you think they got married?” Jennifer asked. She had a point, but Brae diverted her.

“I can tell you exactly why they got married. They got really drunk at the only party dad ever went to, and they had sex, which I am beyond-positive is the only time he has had sex. Mom got pregnant with me, and he decided to do the ‘honorable thing’. Seriously, they are way better friends now that they don’t try and share a bed.”

“That’s not where…” Jennifer was interrupted.

“That’s not what you were going to say? You were going to say they loved each other, and sometimes that does not work out.” Brae’s tone switched to mocking. “And that it isn’t my fault they don’t love each other anymore.” Brae returned to her normal voice. “No. It’s my fault they got together in the first place. They got smart and split up. What I want to know is, what does this have to do with me standing in the rain for three hours, waiting under the flagpole for a ride that isn’t coming?”

“You are too damn smart for your own good.” Jennifer said, as she drove away from the house.

“I will take that as a compliment.” Brae said with a smug grin.

“Brat.”

---

“Your mom is a bitch” A voice said to Brae while she ate lunch.

“I have two, you will have to be more specific, Payton.” Brae responded without looking up.

“The principal.” Payton said, as she sat down to eat.

“Ah. Step mom. I hear this all the time. Why is she a bitch, today?” Brae said, as she pushed a carrot slice around her tray with her fork.

“She is making me write a ten page letter to Mister Simms about the thing the other day. She called home and I got grounded. This doesn’t make sense.”

“Adults don’t make sense.” Brae said, looking up. “So I take it I can’t convince you to come online tonight then?”

“I don’t have a holoband, Brae. Mom won’t let me.” Payton responded. She looked disgusted at the food. “How can anyone eat this?”

“You can come over… tomorrow. I’ll let you use one of my spares. You would love it. Bring your toy too.” Brae said the last part while looking at a young girl standing by the door. “The food? I’ll add it to the list of complaints against my bitch mom.”

“How’s your cyber-girlfriend?” Payton said, changing the subject. “Still pissed?”

“If she is, she’s hiding it well. She uh, kept me up all night.” Brae said with a little smirk.

“So are you ever going to meet her?” Payton asked.

“I want to, but she changes the subject whenever I bring it up. She’s local, that’s about all I know” Brae said with a shrug.

“If you ever do meet up, I’d like to meet her.” Payton added.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Brae said. She looked back over at Payton’s toy, as Brae thought of it. “Is there a reason it look so much like my step sister?”

---

Brae sat in her father’s living room, eating take-out Chinese. Her father had been nearly silent since she went over to his house. She put her food down on the coffee table.

“Is something wrong with it?” Her father asked. He pushed up his thick glasses, and sat forward. If it were the nineteen-sixties, he would perpetually have a pocket protector and slide rule on hand.

“No, I’m just not hungry anymore.” Brae said.

“You barely touched it.” He adjusted his glasses again. “Brae, sweetheart…” he swallowed “…do you think you might have…”

“Oh for fucks sake… Dad. No, I don’t have an eating disorder. It’s Chinese. I’ll be hungry in half-an-hour, and I’ll finish it then.” Brae rolled her eyes, and sat back into the sofa, shaking her head and laughing.

He shook his head and sat back. “I found your sixth grade science project.”

“Which one was that?” Brae asked. Her attention was mostly on the television, which her father had tuned to some nature documentary.

“The last one you were ever allowed to do.” He looked at her.

“I thought the FBI took that.” She raised her brow.

“They gave it back. The most dangerous thing in it is hydrogen. It still works.”

“I really miss doing those projects with you.” She said. She looked legitimately disappointed that they didn’t work together anymore.

“Me too.” He said with a little sigh. “But, I’m sure you have some place you would rather be, than hanging out with your old man, watching hippos mate.” He watched Brae’s conflicted reaction. “Go, it’s Friday, you’re fifteen. Get into some trouble… just not like sixth grade.”

“Thanks, dad.” She said, got up off the sofa, leaned down and kissed his cheek.

---

“You’re late.” Scarlet said, dressed in just the same provocative corset and miniskirt as she always was.

“It’s an odd Friday, I had dinner with my dad.” Brae said, as she leaned in and kissed Scarlet.

She appeared in the clan clubhouse when she logged in, and found it far busier than it was the night before. The clan uniform of black patent leather and exposed flesh was in full display among the girls present, of which Brae guessed there were fifty.

“Is someone organizing a raid?” Brae asked.

“We don’t go raiding anymore. This is just social.” Scarlet said. Brae looked confused at her. “Don’t underestimate the power of letting young girls play out slut fantasies.”

“There has got to be more to it than that, or they wouldn’t all show up.” Brae said, as she walked around the room. Some of the girls present looked as young as six, some as old as their early twenties. She looked back at Scarlet, who was following her.

“They are all between ten and sixteen, I promise you.” Scarlet said, almost as though she could read Brae’s mind.

“And they don’t want to play the game, just sit in a basement and act slutty?”

“They play the game, and are all fairly good at it. That just isn’t the reason they are here.” Scarlet pointed out a girl, her avatar couldn’t have been more than eight. “I think you will like her.” She said with a smirk.

Brae looked at Scarlet. “How are you even ok with that, let alone trying to set me up with someone else? You’re my girlfriend.”

“Monogamy doesn’t work in a slut fantasy, Brae. Besides, I know you. You would sample around anyways, with my blessing or not. So go have fun, and when you come back, I’ll remind you why we stay together.” Scarlet said with a grin, and walked off. She immediately straddled the lap of another girl, and made out with her.

Brae approached the girl Scarlet had pointed to. She was dressed minimally, wearing only a pair of leather thong panties and a collar around her neck. She was sitting in another, older, girls lap; her hips gyrated slowly to the low music in the room. When Brae approached, the young girl climbed off of the girl’s lap, and looked up at Brae “Welcome back, M’Lord.”

Brae furrowed her brow for a moment, then shook her head. The girl extended her hand to Brae, who took it. She was lead to a sofa where she sat down. The little girl immediately climbed into Brae’s lap, facing away from her, her little ass rubbed into the leather of Brae’s pants.

Brae didn’t know what to do with her hands. She hesitantly placed them on the girl’s smooth bare thighs. She leaned in and whispered to the girl. “What’s your name?”

The little girl moved one of Brae’s hands up her leg, and pushed Brae’s fingertips into her panties. “Aisling, M’Lord. But everyone calls me Ashes.”

Brae slide her hand down further, her fingertips rubbed against Ashes’ smooth, young, and moist lips. The little girl shivered and settled back into Brae. She rolled her hips against Brae’s fingers.

“You’re eager” Brae whispered, her fingers pressed against Ashes’ opening, finding her quite easy to push into. Her hand began pumping into Ashes under her little panties.

“I’m eager for you, M’Lord.” Ashes said in a little moan. Brae lifted her free hand to hold Ashes across the chest. “I’ve been waiting for you to claim me since Mistress Scarlet found me.” Ashes moved her own hands behind her back, her palms pressing against Brae’s belly.

“To claim you?” Brae asked. She wiggled to give Ashes’ hands some space, and the girl worked her hands into Brae’s pants. Ashes fingers were skilled, and found Brae’s nub with little effort. Brae’s belly trembled, and she bit into Ashes’ shoulder to stifle a moan.

Ashes closed her legs around Brae’s hand, her hips bucking to hump the fingers inside her. “I’m a slave, M’Lord, Mistress Scarlet captured me.” Brae looked down over the girl in her lap, unsure of how to feel. That uncertainty didn’t last very long, as Ashes rubbed Brae’s clit in circles.

Brae couldn’t hold back, not that she was trying very hard. Her abs tensed, which curled her around the little girl in her lap. Tried, and failed, to hold in the moan of her orgasm. Brae worked her fingers harder inside Ashes, she tried to bring the girl to climax.

Ashes looked up at Brae, her face tense with arousal, her body writhed from being fingered. She spoke in panting breaths “Please, M’Lord.” It took Brae a few moments to understand what Ashes was asking before she nodded, giving Ashes permission to cum.

Brae held on to Ashes after her climax, rocking the little girl in her arms, her fingertips still teasing Ashes’ lips. “Ashes, please tell me Scarlet hasn’t gone and… captured everyone here.”

Ashes turned her head, and rubbed her cheek into Brae’s leather-clad chest. “I am the only one that I know of, M’Lord.” She made little chirping sounds at her continued stimulation.

“And how exactly did she capture you?” Brae said. She wrapped one side of her coat over Ashes’ body.

“It’s a new part of the game, M’Lord. Haven’t you been keeping up on patch notes?” Ashe turned on her side and snuggled into Brae.

“I’ve been busy.” Brae said, as she pulled her hand from Ashes’ panties. She offered her fingers to Ashes’ mouth; Ashes licked and sucked them clean. “This game still doesn’t allow public nudity, I don’t think they would put in a sex slave game mechanic.”

Ashes chuckled a little, and pulled Brae’s coat closed around her. “That isn’t exactly what the game does now, but I like playing it like that. Do you care how it really works, M’Lord?”

“No really.” Brae said.

“Mistress Scarlet told me all about you, M’Lord. That you might want to meet someone in person.” Ashes said. “I’m local.”

Brae sat at her desk, wrapped in a blanket, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from her lips. She stared at a progress bar on her computer between responding to messages in a chat window.

“Are you trying to break up with me?” Brae typed. She was a very fast typist, even if that was a dying skill.

She ashed her cigarette, and lit another. The whir of machines working filled her bedroom with pseudo-industrial dissonance. Two machines dutifully worked away, shooting precise dots of resin and silicon as they built… whatever it was they were building.

The message window beeped. “No, of course not.” Scarlet responded.

“Why are you trying to set me up with people, then?” Brea pounded out.

It took a few minutes for Scarlet to respond. “I know how much you want someone in the real world. So I found as many people as I could who are close to you, female, lesbian or bisexual, under sixteen, who idolize you in game, and are not needy or greedy.”

Brae rolled her shoulders back, the blanket fell, exposing the fact that she was nude. “I want you.” She answered back.

“That’s complicated, and you know it, Brae.” Scarlet responded.

“I don’t even know what you look like.” Brae typed. She sighed and pulled her headset on, and started a voice chat with Scarlet. When Scar answered the call, Brae repeated herself. “I don’t even know what you look like”.

“I look exactly like I do in the game.” Scarlet said.

“No one looks exactly like they do in game.” Brae said. She took a picture of herself, with her tongue out, and sent it to Scarlet. “Close, but not exact.”

“I’ll add that to the collection.” Scarlet said in a sarcastic tone.

“What collection?”

“Of the two hundred or so nude selfies you have sent me, most of which were probably taken without you realizing you were naked.”

Brae looked down at herself. “God dammit.”

“I love you, Brae. You are brilliant, but so absent minded sometimes.”

Brae went silent for a few minutes. “You really want me to have someone in the real world?” She finally asked.

“You liked Aisling?” Scarlet said. Her voice dripped with enthusiasm.

“I did. She is really…” Brae started.

“Submissive. Perverted. Horny. Eager.” Scarlet interrupted, and listed some of Ashes’ qualities.

“Ok, so about her. She said you captured her?” Brae asked.

“New mechanic in the game. You can capture instead of kill in player-versus-player. Basically, they cannot gain experience until they pay you some amount of money based on their level. That’s all that means.” Scarlet explained.

“So what she’s doing is…”

“She is totally role-playing it way up.” Scarlet finished Brae’s thought.

“And you haven’t done anything like, lock her holoband on and torment her for hours or anything?” Brae asked with a smirk.

“Of course I have.” Scarlet said. She sent Brae a message with walking directions to Aisling’s house.

“I can’t go right now. Payton is coming over in a little bit.” Brae said.

“Are you two going to…?”

“Not if I can help it. I really have to talk to her about something.” Brae said. “She got a synthetic, custom job. It’s not a copy of Bailey, but looks damn close.”

“Bailey is your step-brother?” Scarlet asked.

“Step-sister. Kind of. It’s complicated. See you online tonight?”

“Always, Brat.” Scarlet made kissy sounds, and ended the call.

---

Brae sat on her bed hugging her knees, wearing a bra and sweat pants, the minimalist of clothing. She stared at the synthetic in her room.

“I uh. Remember your twelfth birthday party? At your Dad’s place, around the pool.” Payton said, nervously.

“Yes, I remember my birthday party.” Brae said in a monotone while examining Storm from afar. “Please, tell me what this has to do with your synthetic looking like my step-sister?”

“I saw her naked.” Payton said, and looked away from Brae.

Brae stared at Payton for a moment. “So you know?” Brae asked, and Payton nodded. “Is it the same?”

Payton looked at Storm. “Show her.”

Storm hooked her thumbs under her waistband, bent over and pulled her pants down to her ankles. When she stood up, her small penis and the cleft of her vagina were apparent to Brae.

“It is.” Brae rubbed her eyes. “This isn’t cool, Payton.”

Payton flopped onto the bed. “I know. I didn’t even realize it until you said something yesterday.”

“So you randomly designed my sister, down to her…abnormality… by accident?” Brae raised her brow.

“That’s not how it happened. The company had me fill out like, hundreds forms, and they built her without me seeing her.” Payton hid her face in her hands.

“Well, they didn’t get her exactly like Bailey. Its cock is smaller, and Bailey’s face is rounder.” Brae said, as she tilted her head to try and scrutinize the details. “I mean, nowhere near twins or anything, but a really strong resemblance.”

Payton rolled her eyes to the side to watch Brae.

“So you’re hot for my eleven year old sister.” Brae said.

“When you say it like that, it makes me feel really creepy.” Payton responded, and sat up.

“Oh, it is much creepier than that, Payton. You were hot for my… seven year old sister, when you were thirteen. And you have been hot for her ever since, obviously. Is that creepy enough? I don’t think it is.”

Payton whimpered. “Stop it.”

Brae rolled her eyes and extended her legs. “Have you tried it out at least?”

“What do you mean?” Payton turned to face Brae. Storm still stood at the foot of the bed, quietly watching, naked from the waist down.

Brae pointed at Storm’s crotch. “Are you still a virgin?”

Payton blushed bright red.

“That’s a ‘no’.” Brae giggled.

Payton motioned for Storm to join them. Storm stepped out of her pants, and climbed into bed. She laid down in front of Payton, and looked up at her owner with a longing gaze.

“Ok. I like your sister. And I might have had her on my mind when I filled out the forms. But Storm acts nothing like Bailey.” Payton said, before she leaned down to kiss Storm’s lips.

Brae scooted over to lay next to Storm. She traced her fingertip over the synthetic’s belly. “How functional is she?”

Storm shivered at Brae’s touch and Payton’s lips.

Payton pulled her head up to look at Brae. “You know, she is an A.I., You can talk to her.”

“Almost an A.I.” Brae corrected. She looked at Storm. “So, how functional are you?”

“In what way?” Storm asked. She was distracted looking at Payton.

Brea reached down and grabbed ahold of Storm’s cock, and slowly stroked it. Payton glared at Brae for a second, but then returned her attention to Storm. Storm’s shaft slowly hardened.

“Fully, mm, fully functional.” Storm said, mid-moan. She adjusted her hips, and her legs opened slightly.

Brae reached her fingers under Storm’s little cock, and stroked her already moist lips. Payton watched Brae for a long moment, before she laid down next to Storm, her head resting on the synthetic’s belly.

“You’re going to…?” Brae started to ask

“Uh-huh.” Payton mumbled, her mouth opened and took the little cock between her lips. Storm’s hips lifted, pushing herself into Payton’s mouth, and caused Brae’s fingers to slip inside her.

Payton closed her eyes, and flicked her tongue slowly around Storm’s glans, her lips sealing around Storm’s shaft. Storm’s eyes closed, and she let out a low moan.

“Shh, we aren’t home alone.” Brae whispered. She pushed her fingers deeper inside Storm, slowly dragging her fingertips along the synthetic’s front wall. “She has a g-spot.” Brae whispered, as she strummed against the rough patch.

Storm’s legs trembled from the double stimulation. Her pussy dripped hot moisture while dribbles of pre formed on his tip, in Payton’s mouth.

Payton started bobbing her head on the little cock, stroking it with her lips, her tongue pressed firmly to the underside of Storm’s head.

The little synthetic couldn’t handle it anymore. She clenched down tightly on Brae’s fingers, and shot a hot sticky load in Payton’s mouth.

Payton pulled herself off of Storm’s cock. Before she could decide to spit or swallow, Brae pulled Payton over, and kissed her passionately. A surprised Payton opened her mouth, which let Brae taste Storm’s seed. After sucking a bit into her mouth, Brae broke the kiss, and swallowed, as did Payton.

“Sweet, and a little bit salty.” Brae commented. Brae sucked her fingers clean. “Same.”

“I can’t believe you are commenting on the flavor of her…” Payton stammered.

“My sex juices.” Storm finished for Payton.

“I only know what mine tastes like. Sue me.” Brae said, as she rolled to her back. “Just don’t tell Jennifer that Storm is a sex synth, or she will go ballistic.”

Payton chuckled and laid down against Storm, giving her small kisses. “I don’t plan on it.”

Brae noticed more differences between her friend’s android and her step-sister the more she examined Bailey through the crack in her bedroom door. Bailey was shorter than Storm, and had longer hair …and a nicer butt.

“Brae stop looking at your sister’s butt.” She muttered to herself, and knocked on Bailey’s door. “Bailey, can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, what do you want?” Bailey asked through the door. She was laying on her bed, on her belly, reading a book on her tablet.

Brae stepped into Bailey’s room and closed the door behind her. She took a seat on the corner of the bed and looked down at Bailey. “I need to ask you some things, about my friends.”

Bailey contorted her body. She twisted at the waist to look back at her sister with a quizzically raised brow.

“Did any of my friends… uh… ever… touch you?” Brae hesitantly asked. Bailey squirmed uncomfortably on the bed, and broke eye contact with Brae. “Was it Payton?” Brae prodded.

“No, it was Kyle.” Bailey admitted.

“You mean, Lilly?” Brae corrected.

“No, I mean Kyle. He didn’t hurt me or anything, but it was really weird.” Baily said. She contorted herself once again. “Hey, why did you ask if Payton did?”

“Forget I said anything.” Brae said, as she got off the bed.

“Brat.” Bailey said, and stuck her tongue out.

“Quiet, munchkin.” Brae walked out of Bailey’s room, and returned to her own. Storm was present, but Payton was not. “Where is she?”

“In the bathroom.” Storm answered in a dispassionate monotone.

Brae shrugged and took off her shirt and pants, and sat on her bed. “You really don’t like talking to anyone but Payton, do you?” Storm just shook her head in in response.

Brae flattened out her blankets and laid atop them, her holoband already around her head. She waited for Payton. “These don’t work on you, do they?” Brae asked Storm, holding up the holoband she would give to Payton.

“I don’t have a brain for it to interact with. Nor do I have uplink ports to connect to the VRN, or the transceiver pair, nor…” Storm started to list what she didn’t have.

“I get it, you can’t join us.” Brae interrupted.

Storm’s face lit up instantly. “No I can’t” she said in her cheery voice.

Brae turned her head to see Payton walking back into the room. “Close the door.”

Payton stopped in her tracks. She closed the door, but tried not to look at Brae. “Why are you naked?”

“I’m not naked, I’m still wearing panties.” Brae said, patting the bed next to her.

Payton climbed onto the bed, and laid down next to Brae. “Ok, why are you in your panties?”

“Because we are going to pop your neural cherry.” Brae said. She sat up and moved to straddle Payton’s legs. Before Payton could react, Brae pulled her pants to her knees.

Payton had neglected to put on panties, that morning.

Brae looked down at Payton’s shaved mound with a smirk. “I was not expecting that.”

Payton batted at Brae’s arms. “Neither was I! What are you doing?”

Brae slid one of her legs between Payton, pressing her thigh against Payton’s lips, her own cotton-clad pussy pressing to Payton’s bare thigh. “It’s going to get really intimate, might as well start out that way.” Payton’s knees pressed against the inside of her pants, making the entire endeavor a tight fit. Payton sighed, and relented under Brae.

Brae slid a holoband around Payton’s head. “These bands are linked so I can go with you, and show you how to do things. Take a deep breath, it’s kind of intense the first time.”

Payton nodded a few times and filled her lungs.

---

“Where are we?” Payton looked around. She was dressed as she was when she showed up at Brae’s house. If she was in a room, it was pitch black, except for a bright light around her. It took another few seconds before Braelyn appeared, and stood next to Payton.

“This is the new user lobby. In about …well now, the menu should be showing up.” Brae said. A semi-transparent menu wrapped around the girls. “I can’t actually take control in here. Just touch the skip button, I’ll teach you the rest later.”

Payton pressed the button to skip the tutorial. The menu’s swirled around and disappeared. Payton found herself standing naked in the spotlight, in front of a full length mirror. She moved her arms to cover herself.

“I’m the only one that can see you, and it’s nothing I haven’t seen in the showers after gym. Just look at yourself in the mirror and imagine how you want to look.” Brae said. Brae appeared as she always did online, long green hair from the top of her head, with the sides shaved, and dressed in far too much leather, with far too many pouches.

Payton hesitantly lowered her arms and gazed at herself in the mirror. She started to transform into an older woman, with full breasts. She made a face and reverted to her real appearance.

“Be a little more subtle, you’ll enjoy it more.” Brae advised her friend.

Payton closed her eyes and thought for a moment. She sighed. “I don’t know, Brae. I’m not good at this.”

“Open your eyes, and look at yourself.” Brae said.

Payton looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was the same, except a few blemishes had vanished. Payton bit her lip, only to discover it had a little ring in it. She looked down, and discovered her once moderate chest had flattened. She giggled at the hard abs she now had.

“Subtle changes are the best.” Brae said, standing behind Payton, her arms wrapping around her friend to stroke over her belly.

“Brae, what if I wanted to be something… uh…” Payton and Brae watched in the mirror as Payton’s vagina sealed itself and a penis grew in its place.

Brae squirmed. “You can do that… it’s problematic.” Brae lowered her hand to Payton’s new penis, and slowly stroked it.

“That feels so weird.” Payton made a disgusted face.

“Not in the least bit pleasurable. You’re brain doesn’t know how to deal with the sensation.” Brae said. Her hand moved away from Payton’s crotch as it reverted to female. “Boy who play girls have the same problem, unless they hack their bands. But then stroking your penis would feel like sticking a finger in your pussy. That great for the guys who just want to play out a kink… you are not one of those people.”

“I thought there was no sex in the games?” Payton said. She looked a little disappointed at her crotch, but admired the rest of her digital body.

“If the moderators catch you, they ban you, but sex is about the only thing to connect for. Well, for me. I’ve played through all the content in most of the games.”

“I can’t imagine myself into any clothing.” Payton said, staring at the mirror.

“Take my hand.” Brae said, and Payton complied. In an instant the room changed; they were in Brae’s clubhouse. Payton looked over herself. She was wearing a plaid miniskirt and white top. “It’s horrendous, I know, but it’s the default clothing for this game.”

“Where are we now?” Payton said, looking around. She tried not to stare at the other girls in various stages of undress enjoying each other’s company.

“This is my clan’s clubhouse.” Brae said, as she shooed someone out of her chair and sat. She patted her lap for Payton. Payton rolled her eyes at Brae, but did sit in her friend’s lap. “I figured since you have never played anything before, this would be a good place to start, just to get you used to the technology.”

“Did you just bring me here to have sex with me?” Payton asked.

Brae pulled Payton’s head back, and pressed her lips to Payton’s. They kissed for a moment, before Brae pulled her lips away. “Remember when we were like nine or ten, and we would lay in my bed and kiss?” Brae asked. Payton nodded, and rest her head on Brae’s shoulder. “Did you ever want to… take it further?”

“If I remember it right, you were always the one to stop it.” Payton said. She kissed along Brae’s jaw line.

“I don’t stop it here.” Brae said, her hand rested in Payton’s lap. She bunched the front of Payton’s skirt up in her fist, exposing her small panties.

Payton watched Brae’s hand for a moment. “They uh… well, the boy’s bathroom wall claims you stop in the real world.”

Brae’s hand stopped moving. “That’s not um… true.”

Payton looked up at Brae, before it hit her. “You, slut queen of the universe, are a virgin.”

“Shh.” Brae whispered. “I’m not one here.”

Payton wiggled in Brae’s lap. “We will have to talk later about what counts as a virgin.” Brae’s fingertips pressed under the top of Payton’s panties, only to be stopped by Payton’s hand. “This isn’t us, Brae.”

“What is ‘us’?” Brae looked at Payton a little confused.

“It’s not something we do. We will lay in bed and kiss, and even watch porn and masturbate together, but we don’t take it any further. This…This is too real.” Payton said. “Besides, you have a girlfriend here.”

“She wouldn’t care.”

“But I do.” Payton squirmed. “How do I take this thing off?”

“Ow, motherfucker!” Aisling slammed her knee against the door jam, causing her to fall over as she ran into her room. There was a dent in the wood from her having done this every other day for the past two years. She cradled her knee and slowly rocked on the floor until the intense pain subsided.

Her computer kept chiming. “I’m coming, keep your pants on.” She yelled at the machine, not that it would listen. She pulled herself to her feet, and stumbled over to her desk. She got a glimpse of herself in the reflection on her monitor before it powered on – she was a mess. She had slept in makeup the previous night, and didn’t even make it to her bedroom. Her hair was going in every direction but the ones she wanted. She looked over her twelve-year-old self, and wondered why she was wearing a tank-top, but not pants, or even panties.

She put on her headset, and answered the incoming call “What?” she whined out.

“Why aren’t you connected, Ashes?” the voice demanded.

“Huh? Who is this?” Aisling asked.

“Who do you think?” The voice responded.

Aisling finally looked at the message window, then the clock. “Scarlet, it’s five in the morning.” Scarlet coughed over the call. Aisling rolled her eyes. “Mistress Scarlet.” She corrected herself.

“I don’t care. I need you for one thing, and you aren’t doing it.”

“Huh?” Aisling was still rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Oh, Brae.”

“Yes, your owner, Brae. She is online. You are not.”

“Can I at least take a shower, first?” Aisling whined.

“Be quick.” Scarlet said. “Stream it to her.”

Aisling rolled her eyes again, and disconnected the call. She took her tablet into the bathroom, set the tablet on the back of the toilet, and pointed the camera at the shower. She started a stream to Brae, who, to her surprise, was active enough in the real world to accept it. Aisling didn’t put on much of a show – she had been instructed to be quick, after all. She showered, fixed her hair, and returned to her bedroom. She put her tablet on the nightstand, the camera still streaming to Brae when she laid down and put on her holoband.

---

Ashes appeared, dissolving from out of nowhere, in the clubhouse. Her body here returned to that of a much younger girl of about six or seven, dressed only in a skimpy thong and a black leather collar. She looked around at the room.

The normal music of the clubhouse was gone, the only sound being quiet murmurings of some of the clan members. She walked around, looking for Scarlet and Brae, finding them in a small alcove tucked away under the stairs. Brae laid motionless on a cushion with her head in Scarlet’s lap. Scarlet was stroking her fingers through Brae’s hair.

“Do you always connect naked?” Brae asked, only her lips moving.

Ashes knelt down next to Brae, her knees spread slightly. “Sometimes, M’Lord.” She replied. She waited a moment before speaking again. “Is something wrong, M’Lord?”

“Yeah. I’ve been shot down.” Brae’s body still remained motionless. “And I wish her toy would stop staring at me.”

Ashes looked between Brae and Scarlet, thoroughly confused.

“Your Master tried to hook up last night, and was rejected. The subject, a girl named Payton, slept over last night even after rejecting Brae’s advances. Payton owns a synthetic who is apparently staring at Brae.”

Brae sat up, finally moving from her unnatural stillness. “She’s going to stay here all day today.” Brae said.

“M’Lord, why were you, uh…?” Ashes started to ask.

“Sitting eerily still for an extended period of time?” Brae finished Ashes question.

“Yeah, that.” Ashes blushed cutely.

“I wasn’t paying attention to my holoband.” Brae said. She patted her lap, and Ashes crawled into it. “I need to get off this game. I am tired of this sex-with-panties-on shit we do.” She slid her hand into Ashes panties, her fingers slowly stroked the young girl’s lips.

Ashes shivered, and relaxed against Brae. She was not wet, but the fingers felt pleasant.

“Your server should be ready by now, shouldn’t it?” Scarlet asked, as she leaned into Braelyn. “That was the entire point of you taking that month off.”

Brae dragged her fingertips between Ashes’ lips, flicking the pad of her finger against the girl’s nub several times, sending little shocks up Ashes’ spine, causing her to whimper. “I don’t know if it can handle all the extra clan members you recruited.” Brae said.

“Your server can handle sixty users without issue, Brat.” Scarlet said. She ran her fingers through Ashes’ hair, watching, apparently fascinated by the little girl’s reactions.

Brae took Ashes hardening nub between her thumb and forefinger, and twisted gently, letting the little girl’s flesh slide against hers. Ashes twisted her spine to try and follow the twisting of her clit, groaning the entire time.

“Shh. Sit still.” Brae said to Ashes. “But there is nothing to do, and adding content would tax it.”

“We could just go over there to fuck, you know.” Scarlet smirked. She reached down and pinched one of Ashes’ nipples. “It’s not like connecting there makes it so we can’t connect here again.”

Ashes tensed her muscles, her jaw clenched, as she forced herself to be still. Her lips moistened with the mix of pleasure and mild discomfort.

Brae slid her fingers down, and pressed two into Ashes’ pussy. She idly thrust her fingers in and out of the little girl. Ashes rested her head back against Brae’s chest, and let out a long sigh. Her hips lifted off of Brae’s lap to push into the fingers, until Brae swatted at Ashes. “Keep still.” Brae said. “Go tell the clan how to connect to my server, I guess. It’s up.”

Scarlet leaned in and pressed her lips to Braes, kissed her for a long moment, before she stood. “Yes, M’Lord” Scarlet said, she bowed, and withdrew from the little alcove.

“I’m still watching you, Ashes.” Brae said, her full attention on the little girl. She started pumping her fingers inside Ashes’ quickly, pulling her up by her front wall. Ashes started to moan and writhe in Brae’s lap.

“Y…yes, M’Lord.” Ashes stammered out.

Brae kept her pace going, relentlessly fingering the seven-year-old’s pussy. “You’re giving me a great show here, but none on your bed. You’re just lying there.”

Ashes turned her head to look up at Brae, her little hips pushing hard against the fingers fucking her little cunt. “I…I can’t think….about both places…at once.”

Brae lifted her free hand to Ashes’ chest, and pinched and twisted a nipple. “Sure you can. Focus. I’m not going to let you cum till you do.” She said, her thumb pressed against Ashes’ hood. Every one of Ashes’ muscles trembled from the assault on her pussy. Her hips stopped moving, but her body continued to tremble.

Aisling’s hands lifted from the bed, one went to her throat, gripping it tightly just short of choking herself. The other went between her legs. Her palm stroked over her lips gently a few times, before she slapped herself hard and immediately rubbed herself quickly.

“Don’t go limp here, either.” Brae said. She added a third finger to Ashes’ pussy, stretching her already filled cunt until it burned.

Ashes and Aisling whimpered in unison, their hips moved together, Ashes’ in Brae’s lap, and Aisling on the stream she watched. Aisling squeezed her own throat until she could feel her breathing restricted, her palm again slapped her lips, sending a shock up both her, and her avatar’s spine. She inserted her fingers, three of them, into herself. She fucked herself hard with her fingers in time with Brae’s treatment of Ashes.

“M’Lord, may I cum?” Ashes and Aisling panted out.

“Is this a game to you?” Brae asked, her fingers kept thrusting.

“No, M’Lord.” Ashes said, her body writhing hard, on the precipice of her climax.

“And you’re giving yourself to me, in and out of game?” Brae asked.

“Yes, M’Lord!” Ashes and Aisling cried out. “Please, M’Lord, let me cum, please!”

Brae leaned in. She whispered her command into Ashes’ ear. “Cum” is all she said. She bit into Ashes’ shoulder, as Ashes and Aisling both whined out a moan, and relented to an intense orgasm.

“Thank you, M’Lord!” Ashes yelled through her moan.

Payton gasped in shock and pushed herself up the bed. She woke up to find Storm’s face inches from her own. “Don’t… ” She panted. “Don’t do that.”

“Master?” Storm said with her brow raised in confusion.

“Staring at me like that when I sleep.” Payton said as she settled back down into the bed. She looked to her side and found Brae fast asleep. “How long has she been asleep?”

“She went to bed an hour ago.” Storm answered. “Before you ask, you have slept for about eight hours.” Payton groaned and rolled her legs off the bed. “Her mother, one of them at least, offered to make breakfast for you. Would you like me to get it for you?”

Payton pulled her pants up; she had fallen asleep with them around her knees. “No, I’ll go down for it.” She sat there thinking for a moment. “Storm, last night, or yesterday afternoon or whatever, when we were, uh, you know…”

“Having sex, Master?” Storm finished Payton’s thought with a smile.

“Yeah, and before… You get wet, and you cum… where does that even come from?” Payton said as she stood up and tried to fix her hair in the mirror.

“It’s filtered waste lubricating fluid.” Storm answered. Payton stared blankly at the synthetic for a long moment. “It’s perfectly safe.”

Payton cringed. “I wish I hadn’t asked.” She said, and left the bedroom. Brae didn’t even stir from the sound and motion of it all.

Payton and Storm descended from the bedrooms, and emerged in the kitchen. Valerie, Jennifer and Baily sat around the kitchen island with empty plates in front of them. There was one full plate set out in front of an empty chair. “Morning, Brae’s Mom… Principal Winter… Bailey.” Payton tiredly said as she sat down in front of the empty plate.

Storm stood next to Payton, between her owner and Bailey. She and Bailey looked at each other. “Huh.” Was all that Bailey said; she shrugged.

“Good morning. I take it the brat is still in bed?” Valerie said as she sipped her coffee.

“She apparently went to bed an hour ago.” Payton responded as she started to nibble at the food.

“Typical.” Valerie said. She glanced at her wife and stepdaughter.

Jennifer nodded at Valerie. “Kiddo, let’s go get you ready.” She said to Bailey.

“Ready for what?” Bailey asked in mild protest.

“Ready for not being in here right now so your stepmom and Payton can talk.” Jennifer responded as she walked Bailey out of the kitchen.

“Very subtle, Jen. Thanks.” Valerie said. She rolled her eyes. She looked at Storm. “What’s your name, hon?” She motioned for the synthetic to take a seat.

“Storm, Ma’am.” Storm said and sat down where Bailey was.

“Do you need anything? Food? Something to drink?” Valerie asked. Storm shook her head. “I think you both know what this is about.”

Payton looked up at Valerie. “Maybe?” She hesitantly responded. Valerie raised her brow at Payton. “It, uh, could be a bunch of things, actually.”

“That’s surprisingly honest, and a little disturbing, actually.” Valerie shook her head. “What do you think is the most likely thing I would have a sit-down talk with you about?”

Payton looked at Storm. “Uh. Um, about… why she looks like your stepdaughter?”

“You like Bailey, that’s no mystery.” Valerie said and sipped more of her coffee. “I’ve been watching you since you were eight, I know you never did anything to her.”

“Uh… Then is this about sleeping with Brae?” Payton asked hesitantly.

Valerie spit coffee back into her cup. “No! I had no idea.”

“We haven’t! She tried, but we haven’t.” Payton quickly corrected. “What is this actually about?”

Valerie shook her head to regain composure. “Payton, are you having trouble at school? With people maybe being mean to you? Maybe you don’t want to talk about it to someone you see at school every day, like Jennifer?”

Payton raised her brow and shook her head. “No. Nothing like that is happening.” Payton looked at Valerie for a moment. “Why do you ask?”

“Payton, I know your parents. I know how they respond to problems you have.” Valerie looked at Storm. “They spent a lot of money to buy a bodyguard robot for you. I’m just worried that you might be having trouble.”

Payton closed her eyes and shook her head. She took a bite of bacon. “No. I promise you, nothing like that is going on.”

“Alright.” Valerie said. “Now, about you sleeping with the Brat…”

Payton rolled her eyes and leaned back. “No, I haven’t had sex with Brae.”

Valerie smirked. “Did your mom have the boys talk with you?”

“What’s the boys talk?” Payton asked.

“Thought so.” Valerie settled back into her chair. “Are you interested in boys?”

Payton shrunk into the chair. “We are actually having this conversation?” She asked and Valerie nodded.

---

“It’s just a penis, Payton.” Valerie said. Payton sat in the living room, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Valerie who sat across from her with a calm and nude Storm between them.

“I… I know. I’ve seen it.” Payton said, still trying not to look at Valerie or Storm for that matter. “Mrs. Shaw, you remember when you taught seventh grade health class for me and Brae?”

“Of course. That was only four years ago.” Valerie said.

“And how Brae couldn’t even look at you for a week? It’s that weird again.” Payton said.

“Do you remember the time I asked your synthetic to take off her pants, only to discover that you had designed her to emulate my eleven-year-old stepdaughter’s genetic abnormality? If I can get over that weirdness, so can you.” Valerie smirked.

Payton sighed, reached out, and gripped Storm’s tiny soft shaft. She instinctively rubbed her thumb over Storm’s tip, which caused the young synthetic to close her eyes, let out a little moan, and grow hard in Payton’s hand. She looked back at Valerie.

“I asked you if you had done anything, and you said you would show me.” She nodded at Storm’s bare body.

“I was joking.” Payton said.

“And yet you are holding her penis.” Valerie replied.

Payton shrunk a little. She slid from the sofa and knelt in front of Storm. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Storm’s tiny hard shaft. Payton slowly bobbed her head against Storms belly; her lips lovingly stroked the little cock. Payton’s hands traced up the back of Storm’s young thighs until she was holding the girl’s small ass cheeks. Her tongue flicked over the head of Storm’s cock; a shiver shot up the synthetic’s spine.

“That’s enough, really. I get the idea.” Valerie said while trying to hide a blush. Payton slurped off of Storm’s shaft and pulled herself back onto the sofa, sitting next to the woman this time.

Storm moved to sit in Payton’s lap; she straddled her owner’s lap facing away from her, and settled back against Payton, keeping most of her weight on the sofa. Payton still made a little pained sound under Storm’s weight.

“How much does she weigh?” Valerie asked with a raised brow, having watched the care Storm took in sitting in Payton’s lap.

“A ton.” Payton said as her hand reached around Storm, and covered the still hard little shaft.

“Approximately Two-hundred-eighty-six-point-six pounds.” Storm said.

“That’s not very approximate.” Valerie commented.

“It is before conversion to imperial.” Storm smirked.

“Why are you even so…dense?” Valerie asked Storm. Payton was doing a poor job of hiding the fact that she was in fact stroking Storm’s little cock.

Storm closed her eyes, and leaned back against Payton, putting more weight on her in the process. She let out a little sigh before answering. “Like you said, Mrs. Shaw, I’m her bodyguard.”

Valerie tossed a small blanket over Storm’s lap to give Payton’s hand some privacy. Her hand gripped tightly on the little shaft, and she stroked the synthetic more forcefully.

“She was probably built to fight, and just, uh, modified to do… other things.” Payton stammered out.

“Like, look like my stepdaughter. I get that.” Valerie sighed and wrapped her arm around Payton’s shoulder.

Payton rested her head on Valerie’s shoulder. Storm’s body writhed for a few second’s and Payton made a little face.

“What’s wrong?” Valerie asked.

Strom’s eyes glowed, shining green light off the already well light wall.

“She finished, and made a mess.” Payton said with a cringe in her cheeks.

Valerie rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. “Just, wipe off on the blanket. Kyle… uh… Lilly did more than once.”

Payton looked at Valerie for a second before she cleaned her hand, and Storm’s cock, on the blanket.

“Kiddo, I love you like a daughter, Lilly too; you both made the sex talk very interesting.” Valerie said.

Henry opened the door with a disappointed sigh. “Again, Lilly?” The man stepped aside to let the boy-turn-girl in out of the rain.

Lilly was a tall girl with long straight black hair. Her facial features didn’t betray her former gender, and the small mounds on her chest that were apparent through her matted down t-shirt aided the effect of her transition. She would have been a rather attractive young woman, if not for her black eye.

Henry closed the door, and without speaking, went to the kitchen and fetched a bag of frozen peas for Lilly. Henry hated peas; he kept them only for Lilly’s surprise visits. He handed the girl the vegetables. “Braelyn probably has some clothes here that will fit you.”

Lilly nodded, went up stairs to the room that was ostensibly Brae’s, and got changed. The selection of clothes Brae left at her father’s house was quite limited – a few t-shirts, a pair of jeans, and some panties. Lilly stripped out of her soaking wet clothes, and tossed them in a laundry basket. Lilly stood naked, looking in the mirror at herself. Her fingers traced around the pulsing bruise on her face, down her body to her small breasts. When they got to his small penis hanging limply in front of the empty sack that once housed her testicles, she made a disgusted face and turned away. She pulled on her friend’s panties, jeans and white tank top.

She descended the stairs toting her wet clothing. She put the basket by the basement door, and went to the front room, where Henry waited. “Thank you, Mr. Shaw.”

“You’re always welcome here, Kyle… sorry… Lilly.” Henry said. He motioned for Lilly to sit down, and he joined her. “Your dad, again?”

Lilly nodded, and pulled her knees up to her chest.

“Lilly, uh, Braelyn’s mother would probably be more help to you than I am.” Henry said. He rubbed Lilly’s shoulder lightly.

“She would ask a lot of questions, and call the cops.” Lilly responded. She held the peas against her eye.

“That is probably the best course of action.” Henry said.

“The cops just make it worse.” Lilly coldly responded.

Henry sighed. “Stay as long as you need to. You know where everything is.”

“Mr. Shaw? I uh, don’t have my phone. Can you call Brae? She has some… things that could help.” Lilly looked up at Henry.

“Alright. Have you eaten?” Henry asked. Lilly shook her head. “Alright. I’ll call Braelyn, then order some supper.”

“Thank you, Mr. Shaw.”

---

“He really did a number on you this time.” Brae said. She knelt on the sofa and cleaned the makeup off Lilly’s face. Lilly lifted her hand to show her bruised knuckles. “Who swung first?”

“He did.” Lilly said.

Brae smirked. She tested some makeup against the bruise, and assembled a small set for Lilly. “You know, it’s only going to be so long before he does something to you that I can’t cover up, and Jennifer is going to have to call the cops again.”

“It’s just two more years, and I never have to see him again.” Lilly said. She laid back on the sofa.

“Come on, Mom and Jennifer could have you out of there like, now.” Brae said.

“I am not going into foster care at your moms’ house.” Lily said sternly, hints of her masculinity coming out in her voice.

Brae rolled her eyes. “If you are trying to sound intimidating, that crap won’t work with my panties showing out of the top your pants.”

“Brae, I’m not doing this.” Lilly’s voice returned to its feminine tone.

“It doesn’t have to be through the cops. You could just come stay with us, or with my dad.” Brae said as she pulled some clothing out of a bag for Lilly. “You already spend most of your time here.” Brae thought for a moment. “Why don’t you keep more clothes here, anyways?”

“I don’t have time to grab anything before I go when I come here.” Lilly responded.

Brae crawled forward and laid atop of Lilly. “Seriously, though. Don’t go back.”

“I don’t want to talk about it, now. Ok?” Lilly said. She wrapped her arm around Brae’s back and held her.

---

“Payton, is your mother coming to pick you up?” Jennifer stood in the door of Brae’s room as Payton packed her backpack of the few things she brought with her.

“No. I was going to walk home.” She said. She looked over her shoulder to make eye contact with the woman.

“It’s pouring out.” Jennifer said.

Payton furrowed her brow and went to the window to see. Sure enough, it was pouring. “Fuck.”

“Language.” Jennifer admonished. “I’ll call your mom and tell her you’re staying over another night. I’ll take you into school with Brae.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Winter.” Payton said and dropped her half-packed bag on the bed. “Where’s Brae?”

Jennifer sucked on her teeth. “Lilly is across the street.”

Payton sighed. “Oh.”

“She’ll be back in a bit.” Jennifer said with a measure of assurance. “Come on down stairs, we’re going to watch a movie.”

Payton shrugged, and walked out of the room, Storm followed close behind her. The three went down to the living room. Valerie had already popped a bowl of popcorn, and Bailey was sitting on the sofa. Payton sat down next to Bailey with Storm flanking the older girl. Jennifer snuggled into Valerie on the love seat.

Valerie turned down the lights, and started the movie. The movie was nothing exciting – some early-twenty-century romantic melodrama. It wasn’t exactly boring, but it didn’t hold Payton or Bailey’s attention.

“So you like me, huh?” Bailey whispered to Payton. Payton squirmed in her seat, unsure how to respond to Bailey. Bailey put her hand on Payton’s knee. “It’s ok.”

“I do.” Payton whispered. Her face turned an intense red from blushing. Storm craned her head to examine Payton’s face with a quirked brow. Payton shook her head at her synthetic; Storm shrugged and sat back.

“After the movie, come up to my room.” Bailey whispered.

“Shh. Trying to watch the movie.” Jennifer admonished the girls while holding on to a tissue. Valerie messed with her phone on the sly and drew Jennifer’s ire for the transgression. Valerie rolled her eyes and put her phone down.

Bailey rolled her eyes and settled back. She leaned against Payton for the rest of the movie. When the credits rolled, Bailey got up and kissed her mom on the cheek. “I’m going to go to bed.” Payton stood up and excused herself to go upstairs.

Once upstairs, Bailey ushered Payton and Storm to her room and shut the door tight behind them. She climbed into bed and patted the spot next to her. Payton smiled nervously and sat down next to Bailey.

“Do you, uh, know about me?” Bailey asked with a little shy grin. Payton blushed again, and looked away. “That’s a yes.” Bailey said with a little giggle. “And you still… like me-like me?”

Payton rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah. That’s actually kind of sort of why I do I think?”

Bailey bit her lip and looked up at Payton. “Do you want to see it?”

Payton’s eyes went wide and she stood up. It is more accurate to say she fell off the bed and Storm caught her. “I… I uh, I…” Payton stammered.

“Payton…” Bailey said; her thumbs already hooked under her shorts’ waistband, ready to remove them. “You and Lily are the only people I’ve met that don’t get freaked out by it.” Her pants had a visible tent in them; she had the eagerness of an eleven-year-old boy.

Payton pulled herself away from Storm and sat down. Bailey smiled and pulled her pants down. Her little cock bounced from the friction of clothing moving against them. Payton bit her lip and stared at the little girl’s member. It was much larger than Payton remembered, but it had been many years since she last saw it.

Payton reached out and touched it. Bailey let out a little giggle and her cock twitched away from Payton’s finger. Payton wrapped her hand around the little shaft and slowly stroked it. Her other hand reached down, but Bailey stopped her.

“Do you want to play… or have sex?” Bailey asked. “I’m not a virgin.” Bailey reassured Payton.

Payton looked between Bailey and Storm before answering. “I want to have sex.”

Bailey moved away from Payton and crawled up the bed. She pulled her shirt off, tossed it on the floor, and laid on her back with her legs slightly spread. Payton worked herself out of her jeans and panties and crawled after Bailey, who stopped her again. “Take off your shirt too… and uh… invite your friend?”

Payton hesitated. She knelt up on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her moderately sized breasts. She nodded at Storm, who stripped efficiently out of her clothes, and climbed into bed with the girls. Storm’s erection was tiny in comparison to Bailey’s, and where Storm had no discernable chest, Bailey’s was starting to blossom.

Payton leaned down, her lips pressed to Bailey’s belly in a series of small kisses, her hands returned to the space between the younger girl’s legs; one hand wrapped around Bailey’s shaft, the other dropped lower to tease Bailey’s lips. Storm moved to kneel behind Payton, whose ass was high in the air and inviting. The synthetic girl’s eyes turned from reflective orange to a mild glowing green, which lit the room. The tiny cock stroked up and down Payton’s pussy lips, as her mouth found Bailey’s tip and enveloped it.

Bailey’s hands cupped the back of Payton’s head, and her hips lifted off the bed, pushing her small shaft into the older girl’s mouth. Payton’s finger pushed unexpectedly into Bailey’s pussy, which sent another shock up Bailey’s body, resulting in a little moan. Storm’s sudden entry into Payton elicited a moan from Payton as well.

Storm’s hips began to thrust against Payton, pushing the older girl’s body, her mouth especially, onto the younger girl. Bailey’s small shaft still filled Payton’s mouth and she had to exert some effort and focus to bob her head to please it. Payton’s tongue cradled the underside of the younger girl’s shaft as her fingers began to pace inside Bailey’s tight cunt. Storm found her pace, and kept it, her tiny cock pressing just deep enough for Payton.

Payton clenched down around Storm’s shaft inside her, her orgasm coming on fast. She had to focus hard on the task in front of her. She moaned around Bailey hard cock as it leaked pre-cum into her mouth. Payton’s fingers thrust quickly and hard into Bailey’s pussy, which was more than enough to bring the younger girl over the edge; Bailey shot her load into Payton’s mouth just as Storm’s cock forced Payton into climax.

Payton held the load in her mouth, with Bailey’s cock, while she caught her breath through her nose. She slurped off the shaft and swallowed the seed. She pulled forward and off of Storm’s cock; white fluid dripped from her cunt. She smiled down at a panting Bailey.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Payton said.

“How long?” Bailey said with a sigh and smile.

“Since you were seven.” Payton said with a returned blush.

“I’ve wanted you to do it since… well… it started getting bigger.” Bailey said. Her face was red with afterglow, so Payton couldn’t tell if she was blushing. “And I want to do it more.”

“You know, there is a school bus.” Jennifer said as she looked in the rearview mirror at the packed back seat of her car. It was a full load that morning; Brae sat up front like she always did, Payton behind her, Lily behind Jennifer, and Storm squeezed in between them.

“But you are already going to the same place we are anyways.” Brae said. Her closed eyes and nodding head telegraphed her poor sleep the night before.

Jennifer looked in the mirror at Lilly; she noticed instantly the disguised bruise. Lilly had done quite a good job of masking her black eye, but the damage was too intense to cover totally. She sighed and pulled out of the driveway.

The girls remained silent for the drive. Their collective lack of motivation be it from lack of sleep or the awkwardness of the principal driving them to school prevented any real conversation from starting. When they finally arrived at school, Brae barely waited for the car to come to a complete stop before getting out. She started walking across the parking lot away from the school.

“Braelyn, the school is that way.” Jennifer yelled and pointed at the main entrance to the building. Brae waved her off and continued walking. Her destination was soon apparent – the coffee shop just off school grounds. “That girl will be the death of me.” Jennifer muttered.

Lilly and Payton exited the vehicle, and walked into the school. “Thank you for the ride, Principal Winter.” Lilly said.

“Payton, I want the… I want Storm to stay in the office. You don’t need her all day.” Jennifer said.

Payton sighed and rolled her eyes some. “Ok, Principal Winter.” She said and held the door open for Jennifer. “Stay with Bailey’s mom.” Payton instructed Storm. “I have the thing.” She preemptively rebutted Storm’s objection.

Storm nodded and mouthed, but did not say aloud, the words ‘Yes Master.’ Lilly and Payton wandered off towards their first period classes; they had time to meander as a ride with the principal came at the cost of arriving an hour before classes began.

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Storm stood in stark stillness in Jennifer’s office. Her eyes glowed a neutral yellow-orange instead of simply reflecting that color. Jennifer looked up from her paperwork at the synthetic. “What does it mean when your eyes glow?” She asked with a quirked brow and the back end of a stylus against her lips.

“Glowing eyes indicate that I am acting on my own intuitive.” Storm said in her monotone. Her stoic front broke with a sigh. “I am making decisions based on what I sense around me, and what I know Payton would want.” She said in the more casual voice she used around Payton. “I have full control over them, so it’s not a perfect indicator.”

“They are unsettling.” Jennifer commented.

“I know. Your heartrate went up five-percent when I turned them on.” She smirked.

“How can you…” Jenifer started.

“I can see from the eff-eye-ar through to the ee-ew-vee portions of the electromagnetic spectrum.” Storm said. She rolled her eyes at Jennifer’s blank stare. “I can see in infrared; I can see when your heart beats faster by how hot your skin gets.”

“Turn your glowing eyes off.” Jennifer shook her head and attempted to return to the administrivia of her job.

“Only if Payton tells me to.” Storm said. She walked over to a wall and sat on the floor. She pulled up the side of her shirt and connected her charging cable to a power outlet.

“Young lady, this is not a request.” Jennifer raised her voice as though she was admonishing one of her students.

“Are you attempting to intimidate me?” Storm asked with a smirk. “I am not a young lady, nor am I under your control.”

“But Payton is under my control” Jennifer sniped back at the synthetic.

Storm’s eyes transitioned from a dim yellow to bright red; bright enough to outshine the morning sunlight coming through the window, and cast everything in a blood red hue. “Threatening Payton is not a means of attempting to gain control over me.” Storm closed her eyes and took a deep breath; when they reopened, they only reflected the room’s light but remained crimson.

Jennifer threw the stylus at her desk in frustration; it bounced off the desk and impacted the wall near Storm’s head. Storm did not react to it. “Fine. Fine.” Jennifer said, regaining her composure. “You’re staying with me today, Payton told you to, so I can keep an eye on you.”

Jennifer’s intercom chimed. “For the love of…” Jennifer muttered. She pressed the button on the desk phone. “Yes, Cynthia, what is it?” She spoke in as pleasant of a voice as she could muster.

“A fight is breaking out in room four-thirteen.” Cynthia said with her old gruff voice.

Jennifer rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. “Thank you, I will be right there.” She turned off the intercom. “Stay here.” She said to Storm.

“Nope.” Storm said, already having disconnected from the charging cable. “I stay with you all day, until Payton tells me otherwise.” Jennifer dug her nails into her palm and left the office. Storm followed close behind; her little legs moved at an unnatural gait to keep pace with the woman.

The scene at room four-thirteen was more of a riot than simple fisticuffs; a ring of students prevented the teacher and teacher’s aid from breaking up the brawl. The press of bodies was such that Jennifer couldn’t even see the belligerents to chastise them into stopping.

Storm stood and waited by the door. She leaned against the door jam, disinterested in the action to the point of boredom. Jennifer, unable to gain control of the situation by yelling at the kids, looked at Storm.

Storm rolled her eyes and moved into the fray. She squeezed between the onlookers, and managed to get to the center of the scrum. There she found a large athletic boy with his knee pressed to the chest of a smaller boy. The larger of the two pummeled his downed opponent, who was beyond defending himself. Storm caught a punch mid-swing, and clamped her hand down on the larger boy’s fist until he cried out in pain. The fight was over before five additional adults arrived to help.

“EVERYONE IN THE HALL, NOW!” Jennifer yelled at the now stunned silent crowd. The teens meandered quietly passed the principal. The additional teachers corralled and dealt with the non-combatants. The smaller boy face swelled from the blows. Storm held fast to the larger boy’s fist.

“Let him go.” Jennifer instructed. Storm shrugged, and with a little push, released the boy. She walked back to the door jam. Bored annoyance returned to her face.

Jennifer escorted the boys to the office, and administered the appropriate discipline to both of them. It took most of the morning for Jennifer to complete all of her work related to the fight, and Storm watched her the entire time, silently observing.

Jennifer looked up from her work. “If that had been Payton?” She asked.

“Which?” Storm tilted her head at the ambiguous question.

“Either.” Jennifer leaned back in her chair.

“If Payton had been beating someone up, I would have removed her from the situation without causing her any discomfort.” Storm said. “If she had been the one getting beaten, I would have thrown him into the wall with enough force to shatter his ribcage and possibly his skull, depending on the strength of the wall.”

“That’s what I thought.” Jennifer calmly said. “I have no problem with you stopping Payton from getting hurt. But you can’t hurt other people in the process.”

“Define hurt, in context. So far I have only caused one person discomfort and another pain; neither Mr. Simms nor the boy sustained injury from my actions.” Storm responded.

“Put yourself in my position.” Jennifer changed tactics. “My job, besides making sure these kids get an education, is to ensure their physical and emotional safety. If you were in my position, and had…” She stopped to think about how to describe Storm tactfully.

“A military grade synthetic.” Storm bluntly added.

“Yes. If you were principal, and a military synthetic showed up with one of your students as a body guard, what would you do?” Jennifer asked.

“I would do nothing. I would understand that a military grade synthetic operates under a set of directives and that trying to separate that synthetic from their objective would be futile. I would also know that no civilian would ever have a personal synthetic that acted with extreme prejudice.” Storm said. “I am a proxy for Payton. I cannot and will not take any action that Payton would regret.”

“I don’t trust you.” Jennifer said.

“I don’t need your trust. If Payton is in danger, I will stop at nothing to protect her. If she is not, I will take no action unless instructed. That is all I can ever do.” Storm said with a shrug.

“It’s ten in the morning, why aren’t you in school?” The chat window popped up on Aisling’s monitor. She stared blankly at the window for a few minutes before another message came in. “I know you are just sitting there, staring. You left your camera on.”

“Fuck.” Aisling said aloud. She typed a message back. “I called in sick, Scar.” Scarlet sent back a single line of ellipses. “Fuck. Mistress Scarlet.”

“What’s wrong?” Scarlet asked.

“Nothing. Half the day is health class and I hate the bitch that teaches it.” Aisling typed back.

“Who teaches it, now?”

“Nurse Shaw.” Aisling answered.

“You do know Braelyn’s last name right?” Scarlet sent. “Nurse Shaw is Brae’s mom.”

Aisling grabbed a hair clip from her desk and threw it across the room. It bounced gently off the wall and fell to the floor nearly in a flutter. “No, I did not know that.” She typed to Scarlet.

“She’s not too bad. I caught her snooping on Brae’s computer, and had a chat with her. She’s nice. Oh, just so you know, if you have sent Brae any nudes or streams, she has probably seen them.”

“I am not going back to school ever.” Aisling banged her head on the desk a few times.

“Get online, and wait in the lobby. I want to show you something.”

Aisling closed her bedroom door, grabbed her holoband, and laid down on her bed. She settled herself into her pillows and pulled the band around her head.

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Ashes resolved into existence in the public lobby. She appeared as she did in the real world – the public lobbies frowned upon half naked preteen girls – a fact that forced Ashes to show up as a twelve year old in regular street clothes. The lobby was bustling with activity; thousands of people on a non-descript street gathered into small groups, meeting before de-resolving into whatever game for which they queued.

There she waited for Scarlet to show up. She leaned against a lamppost and watched as people resolved and de-resolved into and out of games. This was instant gratification for people watchers; interesting looking people appeared out of nowhere, did their business, and disappeared before they became uninteresting to look at.

The poke of two fingers into her shoulder interrupted her long gazes into the ever-changing mass of people in front of her. “Ashes come with me.” Scarlet’s voice commanded.

Ashes turned around and found Scarlet, dressed as she always was, rules or not, in a short skirt and corset. Scarlet held out her hand for the girl, who accepted it. They walked through the crush of people queued up for other games to an ally that ran behind the façade of the lobby.

Scarlet stopped suddenly, and turned to look Ashes in the eyes. “If you tell anyone about where we are going, I will haunt you for the rest of your life.” Scarlet’s voice was stern, and her eyes were cold. Ashes nodded cautiously in response to the warning. Scarlet closed her eyes, and the pair of girls de-resolved from the lobby, and resolved in an unfamiliar room.

Ashes gazed up to the ceiling; her eyes traced the lines of gilded stone arches and plastered ceilings painted in rich dark colors that faded into grey as her eyes descended pillars. In the center of the room, a dais supported a large intricately carved stone altar draped with a single strip of crimson cloth down its center. On either side of the altar table, a pair of metal pillars supported cressets – the only source of light in the large room.

“What is this place?” Ashes asked in dumbstruck awe. The youth in her voice startled her. Her totally nude young body was a shock to her when she finally looked down to examine herself.

“The Temple.” Scarlet said. Scarlet’s stark white body shone through the shear black fabric of her elaborate robes as she walked past Ashes to the altar. “This is part of the masterpiece that Brae has been working on for so long.”

Ashes walked forward to the altar and pulled her little body onto it. “Temple to what?”

“Fuck if I know.” Scarlet shrugged and leaned against the altar, her elbows rested between Ashes’ feet. “She has a cult-leader fantasy thing, and I like indulging her.”

“Is this what you wanted to show me?” Ashes asked as she laid down on the altar with her legs splayed to show off her puffy hairless pussy.

“No. I wanted to show you how to do something.” Scarlet said and climbed onto the altar with Ashes. She knelt between the girls legs, her hands caressed over the little girls soft body. The thin fabric, that hid none of Scarlet’s body, dragged along the inside of Ashes’ thighs and teased her little mound.

Ashes shivered under Scarlet’s light touch. Her constantly damp mound matted the transparent fabric against itself. A sudden shock of pleasure shot up Ashes’ spine when Scarlet slowly dragged the fabric away from her lips. “Show me what.” Ashes stammered out with closed eyes.

“Yesterday, Brae told you how to touch yourself out there while you were still in here, no?” Scarlet said as she leaned down to press her lips to the little girl’s in a short kiss.

Ashes craned her neck to extend the embrace when Scarlet pulled away, but Scarlet put a hand on her chest to hold her down. “Yes, she did, Mistress Scarlet.”

“You couldn’t move here while you were moving there, could you?” Scarlet asked. She stroked her hand down Ashes’ belly until her fingertips found the little girl’s mound.

Ashes let out a soft moan of pleasure, and her hips lifted off the altar. “No… I could only move in one place at a time.” She sighed. Ashes and Aisling’s bodies suddenly jerk. Ashes looked up at Scarlet with wide confused eyes.

“I’ve locked your holoband.” Scarlet said. Ashes knew what this meant; she wouldn’t be able to log off from inside the game. The only way for her to exit the game would be to remove her holoband physically. Scarlet had done this to Ashes before as an amusing form of mild torture when Aisling had to use the restroom. “I am not going to unlock it until you do two things at the same time; you are going to get me off in here, and you are going to put on a show in the real world for Brae to watch later.”

Ashes looked up at Scarlet in despair. “I could barely stay online yesterday!” She protested.

Scarlet leaned down again to kiss the girl before she moved to straddle Ashes’ chest. Scarlet lifted her robes and lowered herself by spreading her legs. Her hot pussy rested under and inch from Ashes young lips. Ashes lifted her head; her tongue pressed out and lapped the length of Scarlet’s slit. She savored the flavor of the older girl’s growing arousal.

Scarlet let out a small sigh. She held the back of Ashes’ head gently. “Can you feel the… ” Scarlet let out a little moan in the middle of her sentence, when Ashes’ tongue tapped her clit. “Can you feel your bed?” Scarlet asked. Ashes attempted to pull her head away to answer, but Scarlet held fast. “I’m watching your stream, Aisling. Answer there.” Scarlet instructed.

Ashes dutifully resumed her slow caress of Scarlet’s pussy with her tongue. Aisling twitched on her bed a few times; the simple task of speaking was difficult with the holoband on her head. Scarlet reached behind her and between Ashes’ young legs. Her palm slapped against the puffy wet lips of the little girl, causing Ashes’ and Aisling’s body to jerk from the sting. “I’m waiting for an answer.” Scarlet said.

Ashes whimpered into Scarlet’s pussy. She wrapped her lips around the older girl’s hood, and gently sucked on the flesh there; she stroked Scarlet’s clit with her tongue. Aisling opened her mouth. Her lips moved silently, trying very hard to answer Scarlet’s question. Scarlet gave Ashes another strong slap of encouragement, and vigorously rubbed the little girl’s cunt in a circle. “I can’t hear you, Aisling.”

Aisling whined this time, while Ashes remained silent. Ashes, however, eagerly lapped at Scarlet’s hardened nub. Aisling’s voice was weak and forced. “I can feel it.” Aisling said.

Scarlet grinned. She hooked her finger inside Ashes tiny pussy. A brief phase of disappointment washed over Scarlet’s expression. “I thought you would have your virginity here.” She mused. She shook off the feeling and looked down at the girl; her finger thrust into the girl rapidly. Both Ashes and Aisling moaned.

“Get out of bed, and to your chair.” Scarlet commanded. Her hips started to rock; her lips glided against Ashes’ face until her opening centered itself over the little girl’s mouth. Ashes pressed her tongue out to press into the older girl’s dripping hole.

Aisling rolled over. She fell, unbraced, from her bed to the floor. One leg pushed her along the floor to the desk. She struggled for several minutes to pull herself into her chair; all the while little Ashes bobbed her head, shallowly fucking Scarlet with her tongue. Aisling settled into her chair, her legs spread out with her cunt on full display to whoever was watching the stream.

Scarlet pulled herself away from Ashes. She laid down on the altar besides the little girl. “Finger me.” She commanded. Ashes whined when Scarlet’s finger exited her hole; the whine almost turned to sobbing at the command, but she complied. Ashes rolled over to lay between Scarlet’s legs. She pressed her fingers into Scarlet’s ready pussy, and thrust them against her front wall.

Scarlet gripped her own breasts and squeezed as her hips rolled to meet the little girl’s small fingers. “Fuck yourself. Use something on your desk.” She ordered Aisling. Aisling feebly raised her hand, and rather than grabbing a bottle, simply knocked it into her lap. She let her hand drop into her lap, grabbed the bottle, and started to rub it against her lips.

Ashes kissed around Scarlet’s belly as her fingers plunged in and out of the older girl. Scarlet hooked her ankles together behind Ashes’ back, holding her in place. “Thrust it in, Aisling.”

“It’s too big, I’m not wet enough.” Aisling said as she continued to grind the narrow end of the bottle between her lips.

“You’ll stretch.” Scarlet assured her.

“Real vaginas don’t work that way, Mistress.” Both Ashes and Aisling simultaneously insisted. Scarlet tried to hide the flush of embarrassment that attempted to wash over her face. Aisling continued to rub the end of the bottle against her lips and build moisture on it. She pushed the wide round end of the bottle against her opening; her lips spread around the bottle.

Ashes twitched against Scarlet. Her face twitched with the pain that her real world counterpart was inflicting on herself. Her fingers continued to pound into Scarlet’s cunt with sloppy wet sounds. She lowered her lips to Scarlet’s slit; her tongue flicked against the older girl’s popping nub.

A loud moan punctuated Aisling’s painful cries once the bottle had stretched her pussy enough to accept it. Aisling’s hole burned from the intense and unprepared stretching that she had forced upon it. She stopped only to take a few breaths before she started thrusting the improvised toy in her overtaxed cunt. She kept one hand on the toy to force it in and out of her hole, the other ascended to her chest; she gripped one of her nipples and roughly twisted it to send another shock of pain through her system.

Scarlet’s commanding voice only produced moans. Her hips lifted from the altar to press into the thrusting finger and trained tongue of the little girl between her legs. Her belly clenched and fought to pull her into a ball. Her moans stopped when her breathing did; she was fighting to hold off her climax; she failed.

Ashes slowed down only to lap up the flood of juices that Scarlet had leaked into her hand. Aisling looked directly at the camera atop her monitor and began to beg. “Mistress, please let me cum, please…”

Too focused on her own orgasm, Scarlet could not speak her response. A message appeared on Aisling’s computer; it contained only one word: “Now.” Aisling’s already tight cunt could take it no longer, and clamped down on the oversized intrusion. Her hips lifted from the chair; her body spread itself out as much as it could as the orgasm took control of her muscles.

Scarlet pushed Ashes’ head away from her lap, and scooted away from the little girl. Her face was flush with afterglow. “That’s enough.” She said while trying to catch her breath.

“Yes, Mistress.” Aisling and Ashes responded. Ashes took a moment to spread Scarlet’s wetness over her own body, while Aisling cleaned herself off and inspected her body for damage. It took Aisling a moment to realize what she was doing. “What the…”

Brae clamped her knees around Lilly’s hips. Her butt bounced a little against Lilly’s knees as she straddled the lap under her. She once again cleaned the makeup off of Lilly’s face. “The swelling seems to be going down.” Brae said.

Lilly turned her head away from the cleaning pad in Brae’s hand, and looked away from her. “The swelling on my face” she muttered.

Brae rolled her eyes and pressed her own crotch against the growing bulge in Lilly’s panties. “I know.” Brae said and turned Lilly to face her again. She began reapplying a fresh coat of makeup. This time her task was much harder; not only was she trying to hide the bruising on Lilly’s face, but also Lilly had asked for help looking sexy. “Why do you want date-night makeup? Plan on going out?”

Lilly closed her eyes so Brae could apply eye makeup. “No. Yes. Kind of.”

Brae chuckled. “Which is it?”

“I uh, get on camera sometimes, to make a little money.” Lilly bashfully admitted.

Brae stopped working on Lilly’s makeup. “And you plan on doing this from my dad’s couch?”

“Well, no. I was hoping I could use your bedroom.” Lilly said. “But I have done it from your dad’s sofa.” She blurted out under her breath.

Brae resumed applying makeup to her friend. “What do you do on camera?”

“They usually want to see me jerk off or shove things up my ass while wearing a dress.” Lilly said. The layer of makeup already on her face hid her blush.

Brae grinned. “Ever, you know, do things on cam with other people?” She asked.

“A few times.” Lilly responded. She turned her head to look away from Brae again.

“With who?” Brae asked. She was done with the makeup anyways. Lilly acted as though she didn’t hear Brae. “Ok, that just means I know them. Come on, tell me!” Brae playfully prodded.

“I uh…” Lilly trailed off. Brae poked her in the rib. “Ow. I did it with Bailey.”

Brae fell backwards out of Lilly’s lap onto the bed. “With Bailey?” Brae whisper-yelled. “She’s eleven, Lilly.”

“We’ve been fooling around since her ninth birthday party.” Lilly admitted.

Brae rolled over and punched the mattress. “I don’t know what I’m more pissed about; that all my friends are hot for my little sister, or that I’m a still virgin and she isn’t.”

“I was talking to her about starting the transition, and it turned into a little show and tell, and then…” Lilly sighed.

“And then you stuck your cock in her.” Brae interjected. “How much have you done with her?” She asked.

Lilly shrugged, and began listing the acts they had done. “I’ve blown her, licked her pussy and ate her ass. Uh, I have fucked her pussy a lot, she didn’t like getting butt-fucked, so we only did that once.” Lilly cringed as she watched Brae’s face for reaction. “She’s blown me, and fucked my butt too.”

“So pretty much everything.” Brae sniped.

“Yeah.”

Brae rubbed her head for a few minutes. “You did all that and…” she stopped her thought and started another. “Do I need to install runway lights to my pussy or something?”

Lilly raised her brow.

“I’m supposed to be the school slut or something. Boy brag about fucking me to the point where if I try to hook up with one ‘I’m out of their league’. I can’t even make it with Payton in VR…” Brae said.

“You tried to get with Payton in VR?” Lilly asked.

“Don’t change the subject. I have literally resorted to begging for sex, and you and my sister just do it. It’s not fair.” Brae whined. “Some slut I am.” She chortled.

“You uh, just want someone to break the uh…?” Lilly stammered.

“No, I did that myself years ago.” Brae dismissed the question. “Short of a few hand jobs, and when Payton lets me grind against her leg, I haven’t done anything with anyone, and it’s really frustrating.”

Lilly stroked up Brae’s bare leg, her hand disappeared under her nightshirt, and his fingers gripped onto the waistband of her panties. She stopped moving and looked down at Brae for her reaction.

Brae looked at Lilly for a long moment. She bit her lip and lifted her hips off the bed slowly. Lilly eased Brae’s panties down her legs and off of her. Brea spread her legs and pulled her shirt off. She held her hand up. “Wait… You should… show your customers.” Brae said with a blush.

Lilly looked between Brae and the camera on Brae’s computer. She slipped from the bed and quickly logged into the streaming site. She took less than a minute to get the stream ready for people to watch. She flattened out her dress and returned to the bed. She grabbed Brae’s ankles and turned her to give the clients the best view. Brae held her hands over her breasts and feigned modesty while she gave her sensitive orbs a gentle massage.

“How do you want to…?” Lilly asked.

“It’s your show.” Brae whispered. Her lips glistened with moisture.

Lilly pulled Brae’s legs open and knelt between them. She leaned down and touched the tip of her tongue to the inside of Brae’s knee. She slowly pushed herself forward and left a trail of cool saliva along the inside of Brae’s thigh. Lilly’s hot breath blew against the moisture of Brae’s cunt and sent a shock up her spine. Cruelly, Lilly lifted her head away, and did the same to Brae’s other leg. By the time Lilly reached Brae’s pussy again, she had lifted her hips to meet Lilly’s tongue.

Lilly wrapped her arms under Brae’s legs and rested her hands on Brae’s belly. She pushed Brae down to the bed, and slowly flicked her tongue above the girl’s clit without touching the popped nub. “Dirty tease!” Brae whined as she writhed on the bed. Lilly just grinned and continued to lick around Brae’s clit without touching it. Brae squeezed her breasts to release some of the building sexual frustration, but her actions only served to bolster it.

Lilly lowered her fingers to pull Brae’s lips apart and wrapped her own lips around Brae’s clit. She stroked the little nub with her lips and pressed the tip of her tongue to the hot flesh. Brae closed her legs around Lilly’s head for a moment and let out a little moan. Lilly shook her head to brush her lips against Brae’s clit and open up Brae’s legs. “Fuck…” Brae gasped.

Lilly lowered her mouth and pressed the flat of her tongue against Brae’s lips; she licked up the length of Brae’s soaked lips slowly, and pressed her tongue between the spread lips to tease Brae’s opening. “Fuck me.” Brae panted out.

Lilly lifted her head and smirked up at Brae, her chin covered in Brae’s wet. “So impatient.”

“So horny.” Brae sniped back.

Lilly raised to her knees, and sat on her heels. She unzipped her little party dress, pulled it off over her head, and tossed it on the floor. She pulled the front of her little panties down, letting her cock fling out. Brae wiggled her hips some and spread her legs to give Lilly better access. Lille smirked again, and suddenly grabbed Brae’s hips; she pulled Brae to her and impaled her cunt on her moderately sized cock. She began bucking her hips hard and pounded her cock into Brae repeatedly.

Brae clenched onto the blankets as Lilly took control of her. Lilly held her hips firmly in place while she plowed into Brae’s tightening pussy; all Brae could do was arch her back in the pleasure of her building climax and moan loudly. Lilly wasn’t big by any means, but her length was just enough to hit the right spots inside Brae, and it is those spots that Lilly repeatedly hit with force. Brae’s face started to turn red. She clenched her jaw and held her breath as the intense fucking pushed her into a climax.

Lilly continued to thrust through Brae’s orgasm; she slowed down dramatically as Brae’s climax waned, and eventually pulled out of her friend. “Thank you.” Brae sighed out.

Lilly moved to sit on the bed and face the camera. She gave Brae a look that took her a minute to process. Brae slowly rolled to her belly and crawled over to rest her head in Lilly’s lap. “Lick it a little… we’ll do some questions with the viewers.” Lilly whispered.

Brae nodded and jutted her tongue out. She licked along Lilly’s shaft slowly and kissed her glans. Lilly let out a little groan of pleasure. “Bee, they want to know… oh, that’s you unless you want them to know your real name. They want to know how long we’ve been fucking.”

Brae blushed a little and looked up from the cock at her lips. “Uh, well, we haven’t been… She uh… well I… That was my first time.” Lilly patted the back of Brae’s head and Brae resumed idly licking at Lilly’s cock.

“She’s eighteen, just like me.” Lilly said to the camera. Brae raised an eyebrow at Lilly but did not object. Brae wrapped her lips around Lilly’s cock and slowly started to bob on her. Lilly let out a groan. “You, mm, guys know I can’t really do that anymore, not as easily, anyway.” Lilly addressed the camera.

“Do what?” Brae asked between slurps.

“They want me to cum on your face.” Lilly said between little moans.

Brae grimaced. “Not this time, please.”

“Ok, boys, I’m going to shut down and give my Bee some snuggles. Love you!” Lilly said, and made kissing noises at the camera. She leaned off the bed and shut the stream down. Lilly lifted Brea’s head from her lap and they kissed.

Brae broke the kiss and licked her lips. “Love this taste…”

Lilly raised her brow. “Oh cock?”

Brae rolled her eyes. “My own taste… and I have tasted cum before; I’ve licked it off my own hand.” Lilly smirked and laid on the bed. Brae laid against her and rested her head on Lilly’s slowly growing chest. “Thank you.”

“Are there any more of my friends that you’ve fucked?” Brae asked the intruder in her bedroom. She had to cover herself in a blanket, which left Lilly only a pillow with which to cover herself.

“Oh, come on!” Bailey objected. “I’ve only had sex with like, six people. Only two of them were your friends.”

“Two? Who’s the other?” Brae demanded.

“Payton, on Sunday. Couldn’t you hear through the wall?” Baily smarmed.

“I was asleep.” Brae said. She pulled the blanket up and wrapped it more tightly around her chest. “Anyone else?”

“What, do you want me to just tell you everyone I have done anything with?” Bailey asked, and Brae nodded. Bailey rolled her eyes and sighed. “I had sex with Aisling O'Connor…” Bailey started, but Brae interrupted.

“That makes three. You have had sex with three of my friends.” Brae said. “You know what, don’t. If this is just going to be going down my friends list, I don’t want to know.”

“I haven’t slept with Scarlet.” Bailey said, and stuck out her tongue.

“I’m pretty sure Scarlet has never seen a real penis or vagina.” Brae muttered. “What do you want? Why did you come in here?”

“To give you a hard time, but that clearly backfired.” Baily said which enticed Brae to throw a pillow at her. “No, really, my holoband broke again.”

“Put it on my desk with the others.” Brae sighed, and flopped back into the bed.

Bailey tossed two little strips of metal and wire on Brae’s desk. “I could yell at you for doing it with Lilly. He was mine first.”

Brae rubbed her eyes in frustration. “Whatever. Unless you want to see me naked, get out of my room.”

Bailey turned to face Brae with her hands on her hips. She stared at her sister. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“You said if I stayed, I could see you naked.” Bailey snickered.

“You would probably end up trying to fuck me.” Brae mockingly snarled back.

Bailey took a moment to speak. “If you want…”

“This is escalating quickly.” Lilly said. She wiggled her body under the excess blanket she had stolen from Brae.

“I’m not having sex with my sister.” Brae yelled in disbelief.

“I’m not your sister. I’m your stepsister… and stepbrother. Totally fair game.” Bailey responded.

“If porn has taught me anything, she’s right, Brat.” Lilly said while her arms wrapped around Brae’s shoulders.

“Are you encouraging me to sleep with my sister?” Brae turned her head to look at Lilly with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re the one who wants to be a slut.” Lilly smirked.

“There’s a difference with a virgin with a slutty reputation wanting to have sex, and wanting to turn into a slut.”

“If your mom didn’t marry my mom, would you have sex with me?” Bailey asked.

Brae grimaced at the question. “Yeah, probably.” Brae admitted. Bailey climbed onto the bed and pulled off her shirt. “What are you doing?” Brae asked as she pushed herself back from Bailey.

“You’re horny right now, I’m super horny all the time, let’s just do it.” Bailey said. She laid on the bed and pulled her shorts off. She wore boy’s boxers that day – she switched between boy and girl clothes regularly – and they came off with her shorts, exposing her half-rigid little cock.

Brae looked at Bailey’s cock, then into her eyes. “Are we really doing this?”

Bailey reached up to grab the blanket and pulled it away from Brae’s chest. “Why not? You want it, I want it, and we aren’t related.”

Lilly leaned in and whispered in Brae’s ear. “Do it, Brat. You’ll like it.” She smirked and leaned back into the bed.

Brae’s long green hair flowed over one shoulder, and covered one breast. She hesitantly laid back into the bed. Bailey climbed on top of her stepsister, her knees pressed into Brae’s thighs and she leaned in to kiss the older girl’s lips. Brae reached up to cup the back of Bailey’s head; her fingers ran through Bailey’s short hair.

Bailey closed her eyes and let her mouth open with Brae’s; their tongue touched and slowly danced in each other’s mouths. Bailey’s hand moved to Brae’s chest to hold one of her breasts; she gave it small squeezes while their bodies gently rubbed together. Brea slide her hand down Bailey’s back to the little girl’s ass; the tips of her fingers dug into the firm flesh they found there, and slowly walked their way to Bailey’s lips.

Bailey’s little cock grew to is maxima and little drops of pre-cum squirted onto both sister’s bellies. Bailey broke the kiss and looked down at her stepsister. “Do you want… both of us?” She shifted her eyes towards Lily.

Lilly didn’t wait for Brae to respond to Bailey’s question. She pushed on Brae’s shoulder to roll her and Bailey onto their sides; she pressed her body to Brae’s back, her hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks. Brae held on to Bailey as they rolled. Bailey moved her hand down to Brae’s leg to lift it over her own hip.

“Be gentle.” Brae whispered to Lilly. Bailey wiggled her hips so her cock lined up with Brae’s pussy. She pushed in slowly but firmly; her little cock easily slid all the way inside her stepsister. Brae let out a little groan when she was penetrated, that groan amplified itself ten-fold when Lilly pressed her tip against Brae’s dry rear.

“This is going to hurt a little, no matter what.” Lilly whispered to Brae. She pressed her shaft harder against Brae’s muscle as Bailey started to rock her hips. Both girls pumped their shafts into Brae’s holes. Brae made a few pained grunts and squeezed on to her stepsister.

“Tight…” Lilly groaned. She had not pushed herself but half way into Brae before she pulled out, spat on her cock and pressed in again. This time her thrusts were slightly easier, but no less painful for Brae; not that the pain detracted from the moment for Brae. Her sister’s hard thrusts in her cunt more than made up for the pain in her ass; they made her feel dirty, and she liked it.

Lilly grabbed onto Bailey’s shoulders, in the process pinning Brae between them; she rolled to her back with Brae and Baily stacked atop her. Brae let out a loud cry as the weight of her sister pushed her friend’s cock fully into her ass. “That’s not gentle…” Brae whined.

Bailey held on to Brae’s breasts, her lips wrapped around one nipple to suckle while her little cock thrust and pulsed inside Brae’s tightening pussy. Lilly held Brae’s hips in place as her own began hard thrusts. Brae’s muscle tensed and she began to twitch between the two girls vigorously fucking her. “Close…” was all she could say.

Lilly kept her pace rock steady; her thrusts sank just as deeply as they did before Brae’s announcement, and with just as much force. Bailey, on the other hand, sped up. She hips slapped off the back of Brae’s thighs as her little dick rammed its way into Brae’s clenching cunt. “Just… a little… more…” Bailey grunted out.

Bailey’s inconsistent pace staved off, but did not stop, the flood of orgasm from washing over Brae. Her cries of pleasure came out as punctuated whimpers timed with the pounding of the cocks inside her. “Stop…Stop.” She panted out while pushing her sister off of her.

“I’m not done.” Bailey said. Lilly pulled herself out of Brae’s backside and wiped her cock off with a tissue from Brae’s nightstand. She pulled Bailey off of Brae and laid the girl’s back against her chest. She reached between Bailey’s legs and pushed her cock into the little girl’s pussy. Bailey let out a loud moan as Lilly spread her open.

Brae took a moment to catch her breath and in that moment Lilly’s hard deep thrusts resumed in her sister’s tight cunt. Bailey made little grimaces each time Lilly sunk herself fully into her little hole. Brae slithered down the bed and rested her head in Bailey’s lap; Bailey’s little cock buried itself in Brae’s mouth. Brae pursed her lips and pressed the flat of her tongue against Bailey’s glans. She sucked gently, but let Lilly’s powerful thrusts drive Bailey’s cock in and out of her mouth.

Bailey’s already tight cunt clenched onto Lilly’s cock and her own little shaft twitched in her sister’s mouth. Lilly was not as kind to Bailey as she was with Brae; her hips pounded harder against the little girl, she moved faster as she built to her own orgasm. Bailey came first, and soaked both Lilly’s shaft and the back of Brae’s throat with orgasmic fluid. Lilly clenched her muscle as her insides tensed. Her cock twitched and throbbed, and even pulsed with orgasm, but her climax was dry.

Brae pulled her lips from Bailey’s member, and slid back up the bed. She pressed her lips to Bailey’s and kissed her. She pushed Bailey’s seed into her mouth. “You’re such a slut, Brat.” Lilly said in a pant.

“What is this even for?” Payton asked as she held up one of the accessories that came with Storm.

Storm rolled her eyes, an uncharacteristic act for the synthetic. “It’s a strap-on, Master.”

Payton batted at the end of the dildo. “I know what it is.” She gave Storm a look. ”Isn’t it a little… big… to be used on you?”

Storm rubbed her green glowing eyes with her thumb and forefinger. “I can change that out, Master. You know this.” She looked up at Payton and her eyes turned from green to yellow. “Are you feeling alright?”

Payton tossed the strap-on onto the bed and sat on the corner. “I’m fine, why?”

“This is the third time in as many days that you have forgotten about my… nature.” Storm walked over to Payton and put her cool hand against Payton’s forehead.

Payton rolled her eyes and batted Storm’s hand away. “I haven’t been sleeping as much as I should.” She smirked at her android. “I think you know why.”

Storm’s eyes returned to glowing green. “Yes Master, I know why.” She said with a shy smile. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for school?” She looked at the door to the bathroom with a grin.

“The teachers have a Professional Development Day today, so no classes.” Payton said as she climbed into Storm’s lap, straddling the little girl android. “Which means Brae and Bailey will be home alone all day. We will probably head over there in a while.”

Storm put her small hands on Payton’s hips, her thumbs hooked into the top of her owner’s panties. “Yes, Master.” She said. Payton slowly rocked her hips in Storm’s lap; her panty-clad pussy rubbed against the little android’s bare belly. Storm laid back in the bed with Payton’s hands on her shoulders. The teen girl slid her hips down the little girl’s body; her mound rubbed against the hard bulge in Storm’s panties.

Payton stopped moving her hips. “I… I think I want to be with a girl today.” She said while looking down at Storm. She climbed off of the little android to its dismay. “I’ll take a shower, and you uh, get changed?” She said as she slipped of the bed. She pulled off her panties and night shirt in front of the aroused android.

Storm grinned as she watched her owner strip. “Of course, Master.” She said.

Payton leaned down to kiss Storm on the lips. She ran to the bathroom, and jumped into the shower. Storm slipped off the bed, and stripped naked, not that she was wearing anything more than panties to begin with. She knelt in front of the nightstand and watched as the skin around her crotch separated and receded. She disconnected the module holding her little cock and pussy, and placed it in a wooden box, only to replace it with her smooth hairless cunt. The skin expanded and fused automatically once attached, and did not show the seam at all.

Storm stood and briskly walked to the bathroom in time for Payton to step out of the shower. She quickly wrapped her owner in a towel and started drying her off. Storm’s hand ran over Payton’s pussy. “Master, would you like to be shaved?” She said while stroking the towel against Payton’s lips.

Payton let out a little pleasured groan when Storm touched her. “What about sex?”

“If we are going to Braelyn’s home later, there will be plenty of sex.” Storm said with a smirk while she continued to dry her owner. “Wouldn’t you like to have sex with me and Bailey together, again?”

Payton lifted her hand and ran her fingers through her hair. A shy smile curled on her lips. “Yeah, I would.” She sighed a little. “Yeah, I should shave… and probably cut my hair, too.”

Storm hung the towel up laid a clean one on the floor. She rummaged through the vanity drawers while Payton laid down on the towel, her legs spread wide to give Storm access. Storm knelt down between Payton’s thighs. She sprayed a dollop of shaving cream into her palm and slowly rubbed it into her owner’s mound. Storm flicked open a straight razor and brought it down near Payton’s mound before Payton stopped her.

“Where did you get that?” She asked while staring at the blade in wide eyed fear.

“It was in a box of your things in the attic.” Storm said.

“Is that safe to use down there?” Payton asked.

“Of course.” Storm answered with a quirked brow. “Men use these on their throats.” She added. Payton nodded and closed her eyes. Storm slowly dragged the blade across Payton’s lathered mound. She rinsed the blade and repeated the process; she slowly shaved her owner’s cunt of the little stubble that was there. She set the razor on the counter and wet a washcloth with warm water; she slowly cleaned the residual lather from Payton’s mound.

Payton let out a soft moan. She lifted her hips into the warm cloth against her pussy. Storm pulled the cloth away from Payton and lowered her lips; she kissed Payton’s mound just above her hood. Payton put her hands on the back of Storm’s head and gently guided her lower. Storm settled herself against the floor. Her tongue jutted out between her lips and lapped slowly along the length of Payton’s slit.

Payton closed her legs around Storm’s head and her ass lifted off the towel. Storm didn’t change her tactic; Storm’s tongue slowly lapped the length of Payton’s slit, stopped short of her nub, and slowly traced its way down again. Payton let out a pathetic whimper as her hips pressed forward.

Storm’s tongue finally pressed firmly between Payton’s lips. Her tip flicked against Payton’s wet opening. “Clit.” Payton moaned out, and Storm obeyed. She lifted her head, her lips wrapped around Payton’s hood and gently sucked. She pressed two fingers into Payton’s pussy. Storm’s tongue flicked out against Payton’s clit, flicking in time with her thrusting fingers.

Payton held Storm’s head in place and gyrated her hips firmly against the little girl’s face. Storm tried, and failed, to keep her tongue pressed against Payton’s clit, but it didn’t matter. Payton clenched against the fingers inside her. Storm thrust her fingers through the increased friction and drove her owner to orgasm.

Storm slowly lapped up Payton’s juices while her owner panted in post orgasmic bliss. “Maybe…” Payton started to speak. “Maybe we should just stay in today.”

Storm looked up at Payton from between the older girl’s legs. “I’m flattered, Master, but you should see your friends too.”

“Anything you desire, M’Lord.” Aisling said with a grin. She stood nude in Braelyn’s bedroom with Brae and Lilly flanking her. The twelve-year-old girl woke the pair up a half an hour earlier when she knocked on the door. She walked from her house in the chilly morning air in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit that hid next to nothing, and a shear beach wrap; just enough to qualify as clothed should she have been hassled by police. Once inside Brae’s bedroom she discarded what little clothing she had.

Brae looked at the girl with astonishment. “I didn’t even know you were coming over.” She craned her neck to get a look at Aisling’s backside and grinned with approval.

“Mistress Scarlet gave me your address and told me to surprise you.” Aisling said. She turned around and bent over some to give Brae a better view of her ass. “Is that ok?”

“Your ass is great.” Brae said. Lilly laughed.

“No, is it ok that I came over?” Aisling asked and blushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah, its fine.” Brae said. She gave Aisling’s ass a little slap before she pulled the girl into her lap. “But if there is going to be sexy time, it will probably be a mini-orgy.”

Aisling let out a little yelp at the slap, but settled herself into the fully clothed Brae’s lap. She sniffed the air. “It kind of smells like you had an orgy in here already.”

“We did.” Lilly said with a smirk. She stood from the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans as she had been dressed only in bra and panties.

Brae raised a brow at Lilly. “Why are you getting dressed?”. Aisling looked at Lilly with equal confusion.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Lilly replied while pulling on a tee-shirt.

Brae pointed at her bathroom. “With your clothes on?”

Lilly rolled her eyes. “Of course not. I’m going to shower at your dad’s place. You know, where all my clothes and crap are?”

Brae rolled her eyes as the doorbell rang for the second time that morning. “Whatever. That’s probably Payton and her robo-herm clone of Bailey. Let them in on your way out?”

“Yes, M’Lord” Lilly said mockingly as she walked out of the room.

“Clone of Bailey?” Aisling asked. “Bailey Winter?”

“Yeah, my stepsister.” Brae answered.

“Uh, Brae?” Aisling said with a cringe. “I, Uh…”

“I know. My sister is a major-league slut, especially with my friends.” Brae muttered.

“You don’t ever call her ‘my brother’, do you?” Aisling turned her head to look Brae in the eye.

“No, why would I?”

“She is half-boy, she kind of is.” Aisling said. She rubbed her shoulders into Brae’s chest. “She likes to be treated like a boy, too.”

Brae rocked Aisling in her lap for a few seconds. “I need a basis of comparison. Is she… he, uh, any good in bed?”

“Better than the other few boys I’ve had sex with, M’Lord.” Aisling said. “Basis of comparison… did you have sex with Bailey?”

“Last night. Apparently step-siblings don’t count as siblings.” Brae said as Payton and Storm walked into her bedroom.

“Whoa, what conversation did I just walk in on?” Payton asked. “Hi, who are you?” She asked Aisling with a little wave.

“Payton, this is Aisling, a gift Scar sent me.” Brae introduced the girl in her lap.

“She does kind of look like Bailey.” Aisling mused while squinting at Storm who posed for the naked little girl.

“A gift? Like my Storm?” Payton asked.

“No, she’s a flesh and blood sex toy.” Brae said with a grin. Aisling blushed at that description.

“So you’re not a virgin anymore?” Payton asked in genuine surprise.

“No, but that’s unrelated.” Brae said. She motioned to the bed, and Payton sat down. Payton’s hair was trimmed short and she wore a loose tee-shirt and jeans. Storm joined Payton on the bed in a loose dress.

“Brat, what exactly do you have planned for today?” Payton hesitantly asked.

“I don’t make plans before coffee. Or have sex before coffee, for that matter.” Brae responded. She looked between the girl in her lap and Storm. “You mind if these two get started while I go make a pot?” Brae asked and Payton nodded with a shrug. “Go make the robot cum.” Brae whispered to Aisling.

Aisling crawled out of Brae’s lap and knelt on the floor in front of Storm. She lifted up the little android’s dress and eased her knees apart. She leaned in and slowly licked along Storm’s puffy smooth lips. Storm closed her eyes and let out a soft gasp of pleasure.

“So you want to try and have sex with me again?” Payton asked Brae, who was standing up and already walking to the door.

“If you want. There’s no reason we can’t just hang out and watch our pets fuck.” Brae said. “You want a coffee, too?” She asked, and Payton nodded.

Storm laid back on the bed and rocked her hips against Aisling’s face. The android held the little girls head in place while Aisling licked expertly at the underside of Storm’s clit. Storm’s lips dripped with arousal, the scent of which caused Aisling to moan. Aisling wrapped her lips around Storm’s nub and sucked hard on it; her tongue pressed against the hot flesh. Storm let out a moan as her body tensed around the little girl between her legs.

Aisling licked Storm through her orgasm, and cleaned the android’s pussy with her tongue. She lifted her head to look up at Storm with a smile. “That was quick.” She commented with a little laugh.

“She doesn’t hold back” Payton commented.

Aisling examined Storm’s pussy for a moment while the android panted. “I was expecting her, you know, to have both. Brae called her a hermaphrodite.”

“She can change to be anything I want her to be.” Payton said.

Brae returned to her room, carrying three mugs and a coffee pot. “One of the moms left a pot for me.” She looked down at Aisling and Storm. “Done already? Where’s her dick?”

Payton rolled her eyes. She took one of the mugs from Brae and poured some coffee for herself. “I didn’t want her to have one today, and she can cum really quickly.” Payton sipped the hot coffee.

Brae sat back in her chair and watched as Aisling climbed into the bed and straddled one of Storm’s legs. The little girl pressed her mound to the synthetic’s and slowly gyrated. “Is the step-bitch still giving you shit about Storm?” Brae asked while keeping her eyes on the sex show taking place on her bed.

Aisling played with her own nipples while she ground her pussy against Storm’s. Storm held on to one of Aisling’s hips to keep their mounds pressed together while she removed her little dress.

“No, not really. But she does keep Storm with her in the office all day.” Payton said. She reached down to stroke over Storm’s flat chest. Payton nodded to a duffle bag on the floor. “What’s in the bag?”

“No idea. Aisling brought it with her.” Brae said. She held her coffee in one hand, and her other slid into her pants. She slowly stroked her own lips while watching Aisling grind against Storm.

“Toys, M’Lord.” Aisling moaned out. “My vibrator and a couple of dildos.” She began to buck her hips and slap her cunt against Storm’s, causing both little girls to moan in pleasure. Brae’s hand slid lower in her panties and she pressed two fingers into herself. Brae let out a little sigh.

“I brought my strap-on too.” Payton said while aimlessly gesturing in the general direction of her book bag. She was fixated on her Storm and Brae’s Aisling.

Aisling clenched her jaw and continued to bounce against Storm. Both girls were on the verge of climax. Aisling pressed her hands onto Storm’s shoulders foe support as she let her head drop to her own chest.

Brae closed her eyes for a second, and let out a little moan. She pulled her fingers out of herself as she watched the little girls climax. Aisling fell against Storm as a panting mess. A puddle of the two girl’s wet formed on Brae’s blanket.

“You’re done too?” Payton asked Brae.

“No, just warmed up a little.” Brae said with a sigh. She looked at the two bags on her floor. “This can’t be the orgy house, guys. Like today is fine cause my mom and stepmom aren’t home, but that’s just today.”

Storm wrapped her arms around the little panting Aisling. “My place.” Aisling said between breaths. Brae raised her brow at Aisling. “Mom lives with her boyfriend, comes by like once a week to make sure I’m still alive.”

“You live alone?” Brae asked.

“Pretty much, yeah.” Aisling said. She kissed Storm’s neck softly while coming down from her climax.

Brae shrugged. “It’s as good an idea as any.”

“You did the dishes.” Aisling’s mother asked in disbelief. The woman set down several grocery bags full of frozen meals in the relatively spotless kitchen.

“I use the same fork over and over again.” Aisling said as she started to load the freezer with the month’s groceries. She was dressed in an oversized tee-shirt, and little else.

“How’s school going?” the woman asked while loading the cupboards with cans.

“I’m not failing anything.” Aisling said. “I need you to sign a stack of permission slips for trips or whatever.” She pointed at a small stack of papers on the table next to a pile of her mother’s mail.

The woman stepped away from the cupboards to sign the slips. “Do you need anything? Clothes, school supplies?”

“I’ve been taking care of that with the credit card you left.” Aisling closed the freezer and took over for her mother loading the cupboards.

“Not spending too much, I hope.” The woman asked, still face down in paperwork.

“Just buying what I need.” Aisling said. “Mom… is it ok if I start inviting friends over? I’m really lonely.”

The woman stopped and turned around to look at Aisling. “Are you sure you don’t just want to come live with us?”

“Brian hates me.” Aisling responded.

“He doesn’t hate you, he just doesn’t like kids.” The woman said. Aisling looked at her mother and noticed a new ring on her finger. “I didn’t intend for this to be more than a couple of days a month, you know.”

“I’m fine, really. I just want to have some friends over sometimes, you know?” Aisling said.

“Alright. No wild parties or anything though.” The woman sighed. “I still don’t know if this is a good idea or not.”

Aisling stifled her smile. She knew it wasn’t a great idea to live alone. “Thanks mom.” She said and gave the woman a hug.

The woman returned the hug and pulled away. “Does the house need any work, anything?”

“No mom. If anything big comes up, I’ll give you a call or even run over; you’re only three blocks away.” Aisling smirked.

“Alright, honey.” The woman said. “I’m going to head over to Brian’s. Don’t hesitate to call if you need absolutely anything.”

“Alright mom.” Aisling said. The woman smiled weakly, tussled Aisling’s hair, took her stack of mail, and left the house. Once she heard the door close, Aisling pulled off her shirt. “Much better.” She muttered to herself.

She went around the house to make sure all the doors and windows were locked, and set the alarm, as her mother had forgotten to do before she left. She ran upstairs, banged her knee on the door jamb, fell on the floor and climbed into her chair.

She pulled on a headset and hit a button on her monitor; a live feed of Brae appeared on her screen. “M’Lord.” Aisling greeted Brae.

“You’re on speaker and the mothers are in the room.” Brae whispered into her phone.

“Sorry.” Aisling blushed. “That thing we were talking about the other day?”

“First of all, you don’t have to talk in code, just… don’t use titles or anything. Second, we talked about a lot on a lot of days.”

“Sorry.” Aisling blushed again. “I can have friends over, just ‘no wild parties’” she said the last part in a mocking tone.

“Didn’t we figure that already?” Brae said; she only half paid attention to the call.

“We guessed we could get away with it. I got permission.” Aisling said with a gleeful grin.

“That’s great. Talk to Scar about arranging something. Can I call you back in like, an hour?” Brae said. She walked through the house, and Aisling could hear half of a yelling match happening in the background.

“Ok. Is everything ok there?”

“It will be. Love you, got to go.” Brae said, and the feed went dead.

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“It’s kidnapping, Val.” Jennifer yelled at her wife. “Unless you or I file with the police, we can’t keep his… her… father away from her.”

“If we do that, she goes right into her aunt’s house, and right back with the bastard!” Valerie shouted back. “She’s safer here or at Henry’s.”

“No shit he’s… she’s safer with us, but we can’t do that, and you know it.” Jennifer responded. She stopped and thought for a moment; a moment punctuated with a little chuckle.

“You had an idea.”

“An exceptionally bad one. No. We have to call the police.”

Brae closed her bedroom door and turned on some music to drown out the argument going on downstairs. Lilly sat on Brae’s bed and just stared at the girl. “I’m going back, aren’t I?”

“It sounds like they are going to call the cops. So whatever that means, this time.” Brae said with a sigh.

“And to think the bruise just healed.” Lilly said and flopped onto her back. “We should just do some work, so I don’t have to worry about it.”

Brae clenched her eyes shut. “You are worried, and you want to do work for comfort?” She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a small bag of weed.

“That just makes me paranoid.” Lilly said. “Writing sim-sense makes me focus on something other than the shit I’m dealing with. Besides, if they are going to call the cops, I don’t want to be caught with drugs.”

“I’d rather be caught with drugs than the hundreds of modified holobands and a sim-sense development suite.” Brae said as she put the weed back in her desk. She chuckled. “We are going to end up in prison eventually.”

“Yup. All of us.” Lilly said with a chuckle.

“Who else?” Brae raised her brow.

“You for the holoband mods; me for the sim-sense; Payton for having a military-fuck-bot; you again, me again, Aisling, and Bailey for distributing child pornography; if they ever find Scarlet she will never see sunlight again for all her hacking. Not to mention everyone we’ve sold to, everyone in the clan for hacking the game, and everyone you showed your private server to.” Lilly sighed. “We are all going to die in prison if they catch us.”

“God dammit. We are organized criminals, aren’t we?” Brae slumped in her chair. “When did that happen?”

“When we organized and started committing crimes?” Lilly smirked.

“I know that, but we aren’t doing anything that anyone else can’t do. Fuck, you don’t even have to be smart to do most of this.”

“Says the girl who is already on watch lists for building a nuclear reactor.” Lilly propped herself up on some of Brae’s pillows.

“Dad did a lot of the work on that.” Brae said as she crawled from the chair to the bed. “Aisling called.”

“What did she want?” Lilly said as she rolled over to lay her arm across Brae’s chest.

“She said she got permission to use her house.” Brae pulled her shirt up so Lilly’s hand rested on her bare breast. There was a knock on the bedroom door; Brae quickly pulled her shirt down and pinned Lily’s hand under her shirt as Jennifer walked in.

The woman sighed at the sight of Lilly’s hand up her stepdaughter’s shirt. “We are going to call the police tonight to report your father. I’m going to try and make sure you stay here or at Brae’s father’s house.” She rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. “We were going to call right now, but I’ll wait twenty minutes for you two to do whatever it is I walked in on.”

“We were about to have sex.” Brae said matter-of-factly.

“I figured as much.” Jennifer said.

“And you are still standing there.” Brae said just as plainly.

“Thank you, Mrs. Winter.” Lilly said.

Jennifer closed her eyes and shook her head. “You’re welcome K… Lilly. I’m calling in twenty minutes if you’re done or not.” She said and walked out of the room. She pulled the door firmly closed.

Brae looked at Lilly. “Pick a hole.” She smirked.

“Butt. My butt.” Lilly said. She kissed Brae’s lips quickly and rolled over onto her belly. She wiggled out of her pants while Brae searched through the bag Aisling left two days prior. Brae wiggled out of her pants and lubed up the bulb of a strap-less strap-on.

Brae knelt behind Lilly, her legs lightly spread, and her hand between them. She worked the plug end into herself slowly; she grimaced from discomfort as she worked it into herself. She let out a little sigh once it was firmly inside her.

Lilly reached behind her and spread her cheeks, exposing her clean ass for Brae who squirted a generous dollop of lube around Lilly’s muscle. Brae leaned in and pressed the tip of the dildo against Lilly and waited. “Ready?” She asked.

Lilly pressed back; her unprepared bud opened against the tip of the toy. “No, but we don’t exactly have time to do it right.” She said. She sucked on her teeth and hugged a pillow. Brae gripped Lilly’s hips and thrust forward; the toy slammed into Lilly’s ass and spread her open. Lilly cried out in pain mixed with a moan.

Brae held her breath; the toy transferred pressure and vibrations to her most sensitive places when it broke friction inside her friend. She started thrusting in and out of Lilly for her own pleasure. Lilly’s breathing was done in little pained grunts. “Harder.” Lilly groaned out.

Brae pulled Lilly back against the toy; her hips bounced off of Lilly’s ass with wet slapping sounds. Her pussy clenched around the toy. “Fuck this feels good.” She moaned out. She sank the entire exposed length into her friend’s ass repeatedly and as hard as she could. “I’m close.”

“Just a little more.” Lilly moaned out. Lilly’s hand moved between her legs. She stroked herself quickly as Brae pounder her tight ass. Brae’s movements became more erratic as her climax started washing over her. Lilly was not that far behind her; she shot her load directly onto Brae’s sheets.

Brae panted and pulled out and fell on her ass in the process. She grimaced again. “You’re cleaning that up.”

Brae fidgeted in her chair and stared at her computer screen. She nervously scratched at her arm while looking at the blank chat window to Scarlet.

Brae pushed her keyboard away from her and turned to look at the door. A moment later there was a knock on the door.

“Can I come in?” Jennifer called through the door.

“Fuck.” Brae muttered. “Yeah.” She answered. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Jennifer opened the door and peeked around it to make sure she wasn’t walking in on her stepdaughter again. She didn’t turn on the light. “Lilly’s not here, is she?”

“No. They took her to the station.” Jennifer said.

“Are they going to take her back to her dad’s? Or her aunt, which is the same thing as sending her back to her dad.” Brae asked.

“The officers weren’t in a position to make that decision. Human Services will have to look into her case.” Jennifer said as she sat on the corner of Brae’s desk.

Brae rubbed her eyes to clear them of welling tears and in the process smeared her makeup. “And that means he is probably going back to his dad again.”

“Probably not.” Jennifer said. “I pulled the trained-public-servant card; they are likely to follow the recommendation of her principal, after all.” She said with a little smile. “She is going to spend the night at the station, while Human Services check’s out your father to see if he is a good fit as a foster.”

“What are the odds that will actually happen?” Brae looked up at her stepmother. “For real.”

Jennifer sighed. “I don’t know. I’m pretty sure that she isn’t going back to her dad any time soon.”

“Hopefully ever.” Brae said.

“Either way, you should probably get to bed. You wouldn’t want to be tired all day at school tomorrow. Again.” Jennifer said after giving Brae’s hair a little tussle and stood from the edge of the desk.

Brae batted Jennifer’s hand away. “Yeah, in a little bit. I promise.”

“Alright. I’m going to go tuck your sister in and tell her the news. Sleep tight.” Jennifer said as she left Brae’s room.

Brae grabbed her holoband off the desk and walked to her bed. She fell onto her covers fully dressed; her head nearly missed the pillow. She brushed her hair to the side and slid the holoband around her head.

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Scarlet didn’t wait for Brae to fully resolve before she jumped and pushed Brae back against the virtual bed. Brae flailed her arms as she plunged back into a mattress. “Hi, Scar.” She said while looking up at her girlfriend. Scarlet grinned down at Brae. She moved to straddle Brae’s hips and unzipped the front of her corset; she showed off the small mounds she knew Brae loved.

Brae sighed softly. She reached up, and instead of grabbing hold of Scarlet’s breasts, pulled her corset closed. “Not that…” Brae said.

Scarlet looked puzzled. She zipped the front of her corset to just below her breasts. “You really are in a weird mood. This usually cheers you up.”

“I want to meet you in the real world, Scar.” Brae said. She pulled Scarlet down and held her.

Scarlet nuzzled into Brae’s shoulder. Her eyes closed and she let out a soft sigh. “You know I can’t do that, Brae.” She said and pressed her lips to Brae’s neck; her body rocked slowly against her girlfriend’s. Scarlet’s little skirt rode up her hips and showed Brae that Scarlet had nothing on beneath it.

“Scar. I love you. I don’t care if you are not as good looking or, hell, if you’re even a guy.” Brae said. She stroked her fingers through Scarlet’s hair slowly. “I want to meet you. It doesn’t have to be soon, but it hurts that you aren’t interested in taking this offline.”

“I’m not ready for that.” Scarlet said. “Please don’t push for it. I promise when I am ready, you can come to me. Ok?” Scarlet’s hands stroked down Brae’s arms slowly and gently held her elbows.

Brae slid her hands down Scarlet’s back and held her hips. She kissed Scarlet’s forehead and closed her eyes. “Alright, babe. I won’t bring it up anymore.”

Scarlet smiled. “It’s been months since you called me ‘babe.’” She wrapped her arms under Brae’s body and hooked her hands under Brae’s shoulders. She slowly rocked her hips against her lover’s.

“Your grinding against my belt buckle.” Brae whispered. She moved her hands to Scarlet’s ass and inched the back of her skirt up.

“Does it hurt?” Scarlet asked as her hips came to a temporary stop.

“It’s not hurting me, but I can’t imagine it feeling that good for you.” Brae smirked. She cupped her hand over Scarlet’s smooth ass cheek.

“I like it.” Scarlet said as her mound ground into the metal and leather of the front of Brae’s pants. Brea moved her hand down and her fingertips pressed gently against Scarlet’s opening. “I thought you weren’t in the mood.” Scarlet asked as her hips stopped moving.

Brae’s fingers slowly stroked along the length of Scarlet’s already moist lips. “You changed my mind.” Brae said with a smile. Scarlet pulled herself off of Brae and laid on her back with her legs spread slightly. Brae rolled onto her side and cupped Scarlet’s mound; she slowly stroked Scarlet’s pussy they pressed lips in a loving kiss.

Brae hooked her finger into Scarlet’s pussy and slowly stroked the pad of her finger along the girl’s front wall. She pulled up to look down into Scarlet’s eyes. “Why are you still with me?” Brae asked. She kept her finger gently thrusting inside her lover’s warm hole.

Scarlet let out a soft pleasured sigh. “Because I love you.” She answered. Her hips lifted from the bed and shifted to try and push Brae’s finger deeper, but Brae adjusted her strokes to keep the pace.

“I haven’t been good to you.” Brae said. She gently flicked the pad of her thumb over Scarlet’s hood. Scarlet unzipped her corset again and reached inside to massage her own small breasts.

“I knew what I was getting into, Brae.” Scarlet said. “Faster, please.” Brae nodded down to Scarlet and her hand moved slightly faster; her finger thrusted with quiet slurps inside Scarlet’s wet pussy. “I know you need…” Scarlet started but her own small moans interrupted her. “I know you need space… and variety.”

Brae flicked her thumb around Scarlet’s clit in small circles and strummed her fingertip against the front wall of the girl’s pussy. “This isn’t all about me.” She said. She leaned back down and pressed her lips to Scarlet’s.

Scarlet returned the kiss. She moaned into Brae’s mouth as the pleasure built in her loins. She looked up at Brae as the kiss broke. “I’ve made it all about you. Because…” Scarlet was interrupted by another of her moans. “I want it to be about you.” Scarlet took a deep breath and held it. She looked with pleading eyes up at Brae who nodded at her.

A shiver shot up Scarlets spine and her pussy clenched around Brae’s finger. A flood of juices covered Brae’s hand as Scarlet had a little orgasm. Scarlet scooted away from Brae’s fingers and pulled her lover’s hand from her mound and brought it to her lips. She licked and sucked the moisture from Brae hand.

“Why?” Brae asked. She lowered her head to rest on Scarlet’s exposed chest.

Scarlet stroked through Brae’s green hair slowly. “Because I want to.” Scarlet said with a sigh. “Being with you, being what you want and giving you what you need… It… It’s good for me.”

“It’s been two fucking weeks.” Brae laid down on the ratty sofa with her head in Payton’s lap. Sun shone through the high basement window, but still didn’t illuminate the room any better than the scented candle on the coffee table.

Payton stroked her fingers through Brae’s hair and sighed. “We know she’s not back with her dad, so it can only be good, right?”

“She hasn’t been too school, and now bitch-mom isn’t even talking about her.” Brae turned over and rubbed her cheek into Payton’s thigh.

“We came here to not think about Lily for a while.” Payton said. “We can have a little party.” Brae turned her head and looked up at Payton, unconvinced. “You just let me and Aisling take your mind off of things.”

“I’m not really horny.” Brae said.

“I wasn’t offering to have sex with you.” Payton said with a smirk.

“You mentioned Aisling.” Brae said with a shrug. Payton rolled her eyes. “I just feel like shit, I’m so worried. I would ruin your fun.”

“You just lay here and brood for a little while. I’ll get Aisling and we’ll come up with something to keep your mind off of this.” Payton said while gently lifting Brae’s head from her lap and standing from the old sofa. “I just realized… you are really good at making things about you.”

“I literally just tried not to do that.” Brae said after she rolled to her back.

“You suck at not making it about you then.” Payton said and stuck her tongue out at Brae. She jogged up the stairs to Aisling’s room.

Aisling was awake, nude, and sitting at her computer with her holoband around her head. Her hair was a mess as though she had crawled out of bed and into her office chair without having bothered to pull a comb through her hair.

“What are you up to?” Payton hesitantly asked the young girl.

Aisling shook her head and snapped to attention at Payton’s voice. She tilted her head back and sighed in relief when she saw who spoke. She pulled her holoband off. “I’m just trying to find something to cheer Brae up.”

“Like what?” Payton asked. She sat down on Aisling’s bed and watched the girl.

“En-Oh-Ess.” Aisling said. Payton stared blankly at Aisling. “You don’t use holobands do you?” Payton shook her head. “Nerve override sims. They are like drugs, but through the holoband.”

“Are those dangerous?” Payton asked. “I mean, like really dangerous.”

“They aren’t any worse than chemical drugs.” Aisling said with a shrug. “Real drugs haven’t cheered Brae up any, so might as well try these.”

“How about we just invite a bunch of her friends over instead?” Payton suggested.

“You and Lily are about her only real friends.” Aisling answered. “Scarlet won’t come out of wherever she is hiding, I’m a toy to her, and all the other people she hangs out with would just get her really high anyways.”

“Wait, hold on. You’re just a toy to her?” Payton asked. “Doesn’t that bug you?”

“No? I really like it. I’m weird.” Aisling answered and stuck her tongue out. “Do you want me to invite people over, still?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can handle much more of her brooding alone.”

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"Do you think it’s working?" Payton sat in Storm’s lap, and watched the two dozen other girls in the room, though her eyes were fixed on Braelyn.

“I can’t tell.” Storm’s arms held Payton’s belly and her head perched on her owner’s shoulder. “Do you want me to go over and ask?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be able to look at someone and tell how they are feeling?” Payton turned her head to look at Storm.

“No, I have to be able to look at you and tell how you are feeling. Everyone else is either friend or foe.” Storm kissed Payton’s cheek. “If you are really worried, why did you throw a party instead of taking her to a consoler or therapist?”

“Because I’m sixteen, and I have more access to other sixteen year olds than I do therapists?” Payton rhetorically responded.

Aisling crawled into Brae’s lap and straddled her thighs; she faced away from the older girl. She showered and dressed in a party dress both too old for her young body and too small at the same time. The bulk of the partygoers dressed similarly, with the notable exception of Brae; she remained in the state of dress she was in when she showed up that afternoon – jeans and a tee-shirt.

The party was not particularly lively, though everyone appeared to enjoy themselves, Braelyn included. “We should play a game.” Aisling said. The surrounding half dozen girls stopped their conversation to listen.

“What kind of game?” Brae asked. She wrapped her arm across Aisling’s belly to hold her. “I didn’t bring a band.”

“Like spin the bottle or truth or dare or something.” Aisling answered. She rested her head against Brae’s chest.

Brae scoffed. “We are too old for that.”

“You’re fifteen. I’m twelve. Most of the people here are what? Fourteen?” Aisling said. The group immediately around the pair nodded.

“I’m thirteen.” One of the girls, Mia, interjected.

“We are not too old for spin the bottle.” Aisling said. She reached over the edge of the sofa and pulled up a bottle of liquor.

“Seriously?” Brae asked. “Do you think I need to get drunk to kiss someone?”

“She doesn’t.” Payton called out from across the room.

“She doesn’t, but you do.” Aisling stuck her tongue out at Payton. She waved Payton over to join the subset of partygoers. Payton slipped from Storms lap and sauntered over to sit on the floor next to Brae and Aisling; Storm stood behind her. Aisling opened the bottle and took a swig. She handed the bottle to Brea. “We all take a sip until the bottle is empty, then we play.”

Brae took a long pull from the bottle and wiped her lips with her arm. “The best way to kiss someone for the first time – tequila breath.” She passed the bottle to Payton who took a sip.

“It depends on where you kiss.” Aisling mumbled. “Last person to take a sip spins first.”

Payton passed the bottle around the group, and they all took a sip. Aisling took the bottle when it was her turn and tipped it back. She chugged more than her share from the bottle and handed it to Brae with only a little sip left. “Me and Brae are playing as a couple.” Aisling said with a grin.

Payton looked back at Storm. She pulled her synthetic into her lap and held her. “Us too.”

Brae reached around Aisling and laid the bottle on the table. “Is anyone else playing as a couple?” No one else paired up. She kissed the back of Aisling’s neck. “Spin for us, you lush.”

“What’s a lush?” Aisling said with a hiccough. She leaned forward and spun the bottle.

“Has anyone actually ever played this, or met anyone who has?” Mia asked.

“I’ve only seen it like in really old movies.” Another girl, Kirstie, said with a shrug as the bottle stopped spinning and pointed at her.

“So now what do we do?” Brae asked. “I mean; we’ve kissed before – a lot actually.”

“I think we are supposed to strip first.” Aisling said. She shrugged and grinned at Kirstie.

Kirstie rolled her eyes and pulled her dress off over her head. She sat back in the chair with crossed legs to hide the slightly damp crotch of her purple panties – the only remaining clothing on the girl. “And when we are naked?” Kirstie asked while spinning the bottle. Her arms crossed under her well-developed chest. She had, by far, the largest breasts of the group though her figure could hardly be described as womanly.

Like all the girls in the basement that night, Kirstie was not the type to spend much time outside, and her pale skin reflected that. Kirstie’s purple dyed hair showed only the slightest hints of her true color – black – at the roots, and flowed down over her shoulder to cover the top of her chest. Her panties and hair matched in hue while their lightness only differed by virtue of the slight dampness that had soaked into the panties.

The bottle landed on Mia and the girl reached behind herself to unzip her dress. She stood and wiggled out of it. She had not had the foresight to wear panties, or more likely, she had presumed she would get naked at some point in the night. The young girl made no effort to hide her bald puffy lips, and sat down with her legs slightly spread. She was a late-bloomer; she had no chest to speak of and showed little to no other signs of development. Mia’s long, naturally red, hair cascaded down her back in loose curls.

“In Ashes’ house?” Mia chuckled. “First we strip, then oral, then toys.” She said in response to Kirstie’s question. She leaned forward and spun the bottle.

“When you say toy…” Payton started as the bottle landed on her. She buttoned her top, and pulled her dress over her head. Storm unzipped the front of her own shirt and pulled it off. Payton was left in her bra and panties, while Storm remained topless with a pair of pants on her legs.

“She means anything I call a sex toy.” Aisling said. “Including, you know, me and Storm.” Storm threw her top at Aisling and stuck her tongue out. “Sassy-bot.” Aisling said and returned the gesture.

Storm reached out and spun the bottle; Aisling didn’t wait for the bottle to come to a complete stop before she pulled her dress down her body without leaving Brae’s lap. She turned over in Brae’s lap and unbuckled Brae’s belt. She slipped from her lap and knelt in front of Brae. She wiggled Brae’s pants down past her knees just as Brae lifted her ass off the sofa; Aisling pulled Brae’s panties off with her pants.

“Slow down, jeeze.” Brae said. She pulled her legs out of the pants and settled back into the sofa. Aisling pulled her naked body back into Brae’s lap. “Spin for us.” She instructed Aisling, and she did. The bottle wobbled on the low table and fell off the edge. Elsa, a girl with multi-colored braids, caught it with the neck pointed at herself. “That’s you.” Brae said with a smirk.

Elsa tossed her braids over her shoulder and reached behind herself to un-hook her dress. She wiggled the bulk of the fabric down her body and stood to let the dress drop. “This game would be very different if we didn’t dress for, you know, a party.” Elsa said. She stood with her hand’s covering her panty covered mound, and for good reason; the girl’s panties covered little more than her lips. Shaving stubble could be seen above her hands.

“I would have suggested a strip-tease contest or something if we were all dressed in jeans and tee-shirts or whatever.” Aisling said with a shrug. She spread her legs to straddle Brae’s lap while she faced away from the older girl; she exposed herself to the rest of the group.

Elsa shook her head and spun the bottle which landed on Payton again. “Oh come on.” Payton exclaimed. Storm slipped from Payton’s lap while the girl wiggled out of her panties. Storm bent over and pulled off her pants.

Aisling craned her neck to watch Storm strip from behind. She squeaked with delight at the sight of Storm’s smooth mound and puffy lips. “You’re a girl today!” She exclaimed. Storm rolled her eyes and sat back in Payton’s lap. Payton reached around the synthetic and rested her hand in Storm’s lap. She idly stroked Storm’s lips with her fingertips. Storm reached out and spun the bottle before she relaxed into Payton’s arms.

The bottle came to rest pointing directly at the final girl in the group, Alaina. By that time, the rest of the partygoers had congregated in a circle to watch the activities that were about to ensue. “I’ve never gotten naked for an audience.” Alaina said as she stood. She wore a very tight black spandex dress that contrasted with her paper-white shoulder length hair, and skin that was barely any darker. She pulled the straps from her shoulders and wiggled the dress down her body; she didn’t wear panties and she didn’t hide her mound – the thin, trimmed, hair of her mound was as stark white as the hair on her head.

“You bleached your pubes?” Brae asked with a quirked brow.

“Something like that.” Alaina said with a little blush. She sat down in her chair again and spun the bottle. “I… I kind of want to kiss before anything else.” She said nervously before the bottle stopped spinning. The bottle slowly came to a stop, and pointed at the now fully nude Payton and Scarlet.

Storm pulled herself out of Payton’s lap and helped Payton to her feet. Payton moved to lay on the table with slightly spread legs. Alaina nervously bit her lip as Storm guided her down to lay atop of Payton who wrapped her legs around the shy white-haired girl. The two pressed their lips together for a moment before Payton opened her mouth. She let her tongue press lightly against Alaina’s lips until the girl opened her mouth to permit Payton inside. Storm leaned down and pressed her cold lips to the back of Alaina’s neck while the girl kissed her owner.

Payton’s hand stroked down Alaina’s smooth back; her lips never broke from the nervous girl. She slowly rolled her hips under the younger girl and spread a bit of her wet on Alaina’s belly. Storm swiveled around the table and pressed her small but heavy frame against the back of Alaina’s thighs. The synthetic reached her hand around the girl, between Alaina and Payton, and gently teased at Alaina’s lips with her fingers.

Alaina let a small whimper out into Payton’s mouth as the ten-year-old in appearance synthetic girl began to massage her hood. Storm’s fingertips flicked slowly against Alaina’s hood until the girl’s arousal dripped onto her fingertips. Storm plunged two fingers into Alaina’s pussy and bucked her hips forward; she pushed Alaina firmly into Payton’s slowly grinding pussy.

Storm rhythmically thrust her fingers inside Alaina and bit gently on the side of the girl’s neck. Her entire weight pushed Alaina against Payton. The two girls broke their kiss for Alaina to moan; her body rocked against Payton’s mound and onto Storm’s fingers. Storm hooked her fingers against Alaina’s front wall and the girl started to convulse in pleasure; her walls clenched down on Storm’s powerful fingers.

“I think she’s cumming.” Storm said with a small smile. She kept her fingers inside Alaina and kept the pace as the girl rode through her climax between Payton and Storm. Alaina whimpered out something unintelligible that everyone understood as ‘Yes I am.’ She panted through her orgasm as Payton kissed down Alaina’s neck.

Alaina closed her legs around Storm’s hand and tried to immobilize it inside her, but Storm was far too strong for her. “I…” Alaina started. “I’m done…please….” She started to beg. “Please stop… it’s starting to hurt.” She said.

Storm slowly slid off of Alaina and pulled her fingers from the girl, who collapsed against Payton. She took a moment to catch her breath while Payton gently caressed her back.

“So much for just kissing.” Aisling said with a smirk. Aisling hand had found its way between Brae’s legs and had been gently teasing her mistress’ labia. “It’s Payton and Storm’s turn to spin.”

Payton rolled off the table and knelt next to it. One of her hands slipped between her legs and gently stroked her soaked lips, while the other reached out and spun the bottle on the table. She watched the bottle spin and come to a stop pointing at herself. “Does this mean I get to masturbate for ten minutes?”

“… Or you could have sex with Storm, but I think Aisling would call foul.” Brae said. He hand had migrated to Aisling’s lap and her fingers teased Aisling’s slit. The young girl in Brae’s lap didn’t say anything; she simply moaned out an ‘uh-huh’. “You’re hammered.” Brae commented, to which Aisling again moaned out an ‘uh-huh’.

“You just want to watch people have sex.” Payton commented as she spun the bottle again.

“Of course I do. It’s one of my favorite things to do behind having sex.” Brae said.

The bottle came to a stop with the neck pointing at the busty purple haired Kirstie. Payton crawled over to the girl and rest her hands on Kirstie’s lap. Kirstie looked down at Payton with a little nervous smile. Payton hooked her fingers into Kirstie’s panties and pulled them down the girl’s legs, and forced them to uncross in the process.

Payton lowered her head and pressed her tongue to the top of Kirstie’s bald slit. Kirstie shivered out a moan. “I thought I was supposed to… do stuff… if I got picked.” Kirstie said. Her hand moved to hold the back of Payton’s head.

“Spinner picks what happens.” Aisling said. She lifted her hand to cup the back of Brae’s, and pushed one of Brae’s fingers into herself.

Storm climbed into Kirstie’s lap, her little pussy pressed up against the back of Payton’s head and held her owner in place. She pressed her lips to Kirstie’s as Payton’s tongue explored Kirstie’s wet slit. Payton pressed her tongue against the underside of Kirstie’s clit while Storm’s hands stroked up the pinned girl’s body; she cupped Kirstie’s breasts and held her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

Brae gripped Aisling’s hair and pulled her head back. The young girl winced from discomfort, but didn’t have time to protest before Brea pressed her lips to Aisling’s. Brae’s other hand busied itself with thrusting a finger inside Aisling’s wet hole.

Kirstie moaned into Storm’s mouth and bucked her hips against Payton’s tongue. She flooded the older girl’s mouth with orgasmic juices. Storm didn’t lift away to let Payton up; she held her owner against Kirstie, her own hips gyrated and ground her pussy against the back of Payton’s neck. Kirstie closed her legs around Payton’s head and tried to push Storm away.

Payton reached up and started tapping Storm’s thigh. The synthetic pre-teen sighed and climbed off of Kirstie and Payton. “Little too aggressive, Storm.” Payton said while she wiped her chin on her arm.

“You usually like aggressive.” Storm said.

Payton kissed Kirstie’s belly then her lips and slipped away from the girl. “I like being aggressive with you. That’s different.” She turned to look at Brae and Aisling. “How about we change the game.”

Brae broke the kiss with Aisling, but kept her fingers moving inside the younger girl. “Change to what game?”

“You’re now horny, and this entire party was to cheer you up…” Payton started to speak as a grin grew on her lips. “We should make the sex about you.”

“…And her girlfriend.” Mia, the young redheaded girl added.

“You and Aisling.” Payton corrected herself.

“The game would be what’s a game?” Aisling slurred out.

“Stop. Take a breath. Think about what you are trying to say, and try that sentence again.” Brae said with a smirk. She removed her fingers from Aisling’s pussy and gave her puffy red lips a hard slap.

Aisling jumped from the sharp sting of pain on her pussy; she let out a pained cry that turned into a moan. “What would the game be, Payton?” She forced herself to annunciate.

“The game would be Storm restrains you both with rope and we take turns doing whatever we want to you.” Payton said.

“That’s my Tuesdays at Brae’s house.” Aisling said with a hiccough. Brae giggled at Aisling.

“I like that idea.” Elsa, the girl with multicolored braids, said.

“I’m not sure.” Brae said. She squirmed under Aisling as the young girl reached between her legs and played with Brae’s pussy.

The other girls and Storm looked between each-other, then at the spectators. “We aren’t exactly giving you a choice.” Storm said.

“Sounds like a blast to me.” Aisling said with a giggle. She squirmed around in Brae’s lap to face the older girl. She tried to kiss Brae’s lip and missed; she kissed her chin instead.

“It would to you.” Brae said with a smirk. She kissed Aisling’s forehead.

Payton left the room for a few moments, only to come back empty handed with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. “Aisling, where would we, uh, find rope?”

Brae smirked again. “Didn’t exactly think this through, did you?” She said, to which Payton simply stuck out her tongue.

“My bedroom closet, big trunk. Just…” Aisling hiccoughed. “Just bring the entire thing down here.”

Payton and Storm both jogged up the stairs to Aisling’s room. They waded their way through the laundry, both dirty and clean, that lined the floor to Aisling’s closet and retrieved the trunk. More accurately, the diminutive ten-year-old-looking synthetic retrieved the trunk; it was far too heavy for Payton.

Storm dropped the heavy trunk on the floor by the table in the basement. A cloud of dust rose filled the air over the trunk from the impact. Storm knelt down and tried a few combinations on the lock before giving up and simply ripped the lock in half.

“Hey!” Aisling objected. She huffed but settled herself in Brae’s lap.

Storm reached into the trunk, pulled out several coils of soft rope, and set them on the table. She tilted her head and looked deeper into the trunk for a moment before she reached in and removed some fierce looking metal objects. “What are these?”

“Nipple clamps.” Aisling said. She climbed off of Brae’s lap and sat on the table. Brae followed Aisling to the table and knelt on it.

Brae craned her head over the lid of the trunk and looked inside. Her eyes widened at the cornucopia of sex toys and implements of torture inside. “Aisling, I have so many questions.”

“Later.” Payton said as Storm took the ropes and uncoiled them. Storm grabbed Brae’s wrists and quickly bound them together behind her back. She strung the rope between Brae’s legs and started the process of tying a tight rope harness around Brae’s body.

Brae squirmed against the bindings. She didn’t have enough freedom of movement to even attempt to test the ropes. “We’re really doing this?” Brae said while she made a face. One of the girls, a spectator of the previous game, grabbed a short dildo from the toy box and pressed it into Brae’s mouth as she spoke.

Aisling knelt next to Brae posed to be bound. She craned her neck to kiss Brae’s cheek. “It’ll be fun.” She whispered. Storm took another length of rope and bound Aisling the same as Brae. The little Storm pulled both girls onto their backs on the cold table. “Put a pillow under Brae’s shoulders.” Aisling said. Storm rolled her eyes and shoved a couch cushion under the older girl.

Alaina took a toy from the box and closed the lid. She knelt on the trunk and looked between the two bound girls laid out in front of her. She held the toy out, a vibrating dildo, and twisted the base. The toy hummed and shook; the length of the shaft bulged and flexed. She grinned and leaned forward, her short white hair covered her face as she moved to lay atop Brae. She pressed the tip of the toy to the rope between Brae’s lips.

Brae let out a groan of pleasure around the dildo shoved in her mouth. Alaina slowly stroked the tip of the toy along Brae’s split slit; the rope quickly darkened with moisture. Brae rolled her hips to move the tip of the toy against her sensitive nub, but the act was futile; the rope dampened the vibrations, and Alaina was having none of it. She gripped the ropes around Brae’s belly and held her in place while she stroked the toy against Brae’s lips.

Aisling rocked next to Brae, and built up enough momentum to flip herself over. She clamped her thigh around Brae’s knee and slowly rocked her body; she ground her pussy against Brae’s leg. She managed to crane her neck to press her lips against Brae’s nipple and took it into her mouth to gently suckle.

Alaina grinned and pushed the toy forward. She spread the ropes between Brae’s lips with the toy and forcefully shoved it deep into Brae’s wet pussy. Brae let out a loud cry around the dildo in her mouth as the pulsating toy spread her tight cunt open.

Payton nudged Alaina to the side. The white haired girl moved to straddle the small of little Aisling’s back as Payton lifted Brae’s free leg. She pushed Brae’s knee to the bound girl’s chest. Brae felt something press against the ropes between her ass cheeks. Payton pushed her hand a little harder and the object spread the ropes and pressed against Brae’s anus. Brae eyes shot open and she shook her head frantically, but Payton ignored it; Payton slid a cold, well lubed, plug into Brae’s ass.

Brae bit down hard as the toy spread her open. She panted through the pain of having both holes filled for the first time. Alaina gripped the end of the dildo in Brae’s cunt and slowly thrust it inside the bound girl. Payton removed the dildo from Brae’s mouth, and looked down at her.

“That fucking hurt.” Brae said with a pout that turned into a moan as Alaina continued to fuck her with the toy.

“I’m sorry?” Payton said with a grin and a shrug. She slipped from the table and walked over to an art project Aisling had been working on at some point in the past. She grabbed a handful of permanent markers and returned to Brae’s side. She uncapped one of the markers and held Brae’s head still; she pressed the tip of the marker to Brae’s forehead and started to write.

Aisling lifted her head and watched as Payton wrote. She giggled and grinned at the finished word. Before she, or Brae, could say anything, Payton did the same to the little bound girl.

Alaina turned the intensity of the vibrations to its highest setting and thrust hard and fast inside Brae. “What….” Brae started but interrupted herself with a loud moan as her hips bucked into the harsh treatment of her tight cunt. “What did you write?” She asked.

“Just a little something to tell everyone what you told me you wanted to be treated like.” Payton said. She capped the marker and stepped away.

Aisling looked at Brae; her own forehead bore the words ‘fuck toy’. “It says ‘Whore’.” she said before she lowered her lips back to Brae’s nipple. Brae clenched down on the toys in her holes and bucked against them; her belly tightened and curved her body up into little Aisling as the toy drove her to climax.

Alaina slipped off of Aisling and off the table. She sat down and watched as the others lined up and took turns writing things on Brae and Aisling. A few of the girls took turns straddling Brae’s face and held her head in place until she brought them to climax while others held Aisling’s legs open and pushed increasingly larger objects in the little girl.

Payton took out her phone and recorded Brae and Aisling’s torment, which continued for several hours; painfully for Aisling and humiliatingly for Brae. After a while the party died down quite a bit; girls didn’t go home as much as they found quiet corners to lay down in and fall asleep or to use their holobands. Payton and Storm absconded with Aisling’s bed and left the sweaty bound girls in the care of Alaina.

Before Alaina found her own place to lay down, she lifted the little girl and laid her atop Brae. “You two keep each other company until someone needs you.”

Aisling nuzzled into Brae’s thigh and licked at her exposed and sore clit. Brae let her head hang off the end of the table. She couldn’t moan anymore; her body was exhausted and continued stimulation wasn’t even registering. “You know, when we all get back into the game, I am going to do way worse to all of you.”

Alaina smirked. “Don’t you get it? That’s what everyone… except probably Payton… wants.” Brae made a face at Alaina and settled in to the small cushion on the table. “Get some sleep, M’Lord”. Alaina laid down on the sofa and dozed off after a few moments. Brae and Aisling took a little bit longer to fall asleep, but none the less did.

The sun shone brightly the next morning through the small basement window. The guests of the previous night all slowly roused from slumber and searched the room for their clothing. Alaina sat up from the sofa and looked around confused. “Where’s Brae and Aisling?”

Brae snapped to consciousness as her body impacted the cold concrete floor. She twisted her head around to see where she was, only to find that she was blindfolded. Her wrists remained bound by the rope from the previous night, and she discovered that her ankles were bound by tape.

She heard the thud of a small body hitting the floor next to her, followed by a squeak characteristic of Aisling’s voice. The sound of footsteps echoed in a diminishing pattern, punctuated by the slamming of a door. “Brae?” Aisling said in a pleading whimper.

“I’m here.” Brae whisper preceded a coughing fit.

“We’re alone.” Aisling said. “They didn’t blindfold me.” Brae could hear Aisling squirming on the floor. “They sounded really pissed at you.”

“Who are they?” Brae asked. She pushed herself against a wall and forced herself to sit up as best she could.

“I don’t know. They are all Asian.” Aisling said. “I’m cold.”

“Chinese or Japanese?” Brae asked.

“Why just those two, why not… Thai?” Aisling said. Brae felts the young girl’s body press to hers. Aisling leaned in and bit the blindfold and pulled it off of Brae’s head.

“I haven’t pissed off a Thai gang.” Brae said as she squinted in the light. The room was an empty storage room, possibly part of a warehouse. Windows high on the wall, stained with dirt and disuse, filtered the sunlight that shone into the room. “I don’t suppose you know what part of town we are in?”

“We’re by the river.” Aisling said. The little girl rested her head on Brae’s shoulder.

“Japanese, then.” Brae leaned her head against Aisling’s.

“What are they going to do?” Aisling asked.

“Knowing these guys? We’re probably going to be sold off.” Brae said with a sigh.

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“A van is pulling into the driveway.” Payton said with a quirked eyebrow. Storm moved to stand next to Payton in the window of Aisling’s bedroom. Three men in masks exited the van and split up, while a fourth remained in the van and kept it running. “That’s not good.”

“Stay up here.” Storm said and ran down the stairs. She shooed the few girls she encountered back into the basement. “Stay in the basement.” She yelled to the rest of the previous night’s partygoers. The ten-year-old looking synthetic, still nude from the previous night’s activities, locked the doors and stood in the central hall of the house between them.

Payton waited upstairs; she unconsciously held her breath waiting for Storm to come back and say everything was alright. She instead heard the sound of breaking glass and the smashing of wood followed by some men yelling unintelligibly. A gunshot reverberated throughout the house and caused Payton to jump from the door and curl up against the wall. More shots rang out in short bursts of automatic fire, but ended in a loud sickening crack and a single masculine howl pain. The van door slammed and Payton could hear the fourth man running to the house, followed by a loud wet noise and pained gasping for breath. Then nothing for several minutes.

A light knock on Aisling’s door sent Payton scrambling for the bed to crawl under. The door opened and little Storm stepped in. “Payton? Are you alright?”

Payton turned around in time to see her synthetic before she completely hid herself. Storm’s eyes glowed bright red. “You’re covered in blood…”

“It’s not mine.” Storm said. “You should call the police.”

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“Oh my god, what happened?” Valerie yelled as she looked through her front door at a severely bruised and battered Lily. “Your father?”

Lily shook her head and pressed into the house past Valerie. “No. Where’s Brea?”

“She’s at a friend’s, uh, Ashley I think. We need to get you to a hospital.” Valerie said. She grabbed her purse and keys and tried to wrap her arm around Lily’s shoulder to take the girl to her car.

“Let’s get her first, she’s going to be in trouble.” Lily said. She squirmed away from Valerie’s hand and walked out to the woman’s car.

“Why? What’s going on, Lily?” Valerie said while climbing into her car. Lily eased herself into the passenger seat; she winced in pain. “Why is Brae going to be in trouble? What happened to you?”

“We pissed off a gang.” Lily grunted out as she pulled the seat belt around her body.

“How did you do that? What does that mean?” Valerie said. She drove recklessly and speedily through the city towards Aisling’s house.

“Me and Brae… We make and sell holoband stuff. Illegal stuff. Cheaper than the gangs do. They didn’t like that.” Lily said.

“Is that who…” Valerie started to ask.

“Yeah. It’s a long story.”

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Aisling grit her teeth and grunted as one of the men dragged her across the rough floor by her hair. The man held the little girl’s chest to the floor and pulled her ass up. Aisling didn’t struggle but tears did stream down her cheek and pool on the floor under her head.

The man gripped the bindings between Aisling’s wrists and pulled the little girl back against his waiting cock; he slammed himself into the little girl’s tight hole. Aisling screamed and cried in pain as the man thrust into her.

Brae’s body dropped on the floor limply next to Aisling. Two men held the older, unconscious, girl against the floor. One of the men slapped Brae across the face several times until she woke up. He held Brae’s head and forced her to watch little Aisling’s rape. The other man held Brae in place and pressed his cock into her ass.

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Payton puffed on one of Brae’s cigarettes; her shaky hands broadcast the ashes around the patio. Storm stood behind her owner and caressed her back gently. Storm had showered and they both had gotten dressed again. The police had questioned them and separated them from the other girls. Lily sat shivering next to Payton and held an ice pack to her own face.

“Someone should tell Scarlet what happened.” Payton finally said.

“What would that do? We don’t know where Brae is, or what happened to her. That would just make Scarlet worry.” Lily said. She held out her hand for Payton to pass the cigarette.

“We should still tell her. She might be in trouble too.” Payton wiped a tear from her cheek and passed Lily the cigarette. Lily puffed the cigarette and handed Payton her phone. “I don’t know her number.” Payton said. Lily rolled her eyes and took the phone back; she opened up the video chat app and started a chat with Scarlet. She handed the phone back to Payton. Payton held the phone for a minute, unable to speak.

Scarlet stared out of the screen of the phone at Payton with a quirked brow. “Well, what?”

“Brae and Aisling are missing. Four men tried to get in here later, but Storm took care of them. The police are looking for them, we just thought you should know.” Payton said.

Scarlet’s jaw clenched on the screen. “Police are worthless. I’ll handle this.” She said and the screen went blank.

“Why do I think she will make things worse?” Storm asked.

The two girls and the synthetic waited on the patio for several more minutes. The morning was quiet, and remained that way, save for the interruptions by the police and paramedics. In the distance the girls could hear the faint whir of helicopters taking off from the airport only a few miles away. Payton spent the rest of the morning crying and waiting to be released back to her parents.

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Aisling gripped the edge of a table as the fifth man of the morning rammed into her now worn hole. Her bindings had been cut while Brae’s hadn’t, and was forced again to watch the little girl get pounded. Aisling’s face showed no expression; she was numb to the situation by now.

“Hey, Finish already. Kage is waiting for them.” A man said as he entered the room.

“Kage can wait, they aren’t going anywhere.” The man holding Brae responded. The man raping Aisling sped up his pounding into the tiny girl none the less; a sensation that cause Aisling to whimper in pain again.

A whir of aircraft engines slowly built. It was hardly noticed by anyone at first, but as it grew louder, it became impossible to ignore. After a moment it became obvious that the aircrafts were helicopters, and they were circling the building.

A puff of dirt exploded on the ground next to Brae followed by a warm wet splash on the back of her neck. A second later she heard the deafening bang of a high powered rifle. Another puff of dirt and loud bang felled the man inside Aisling.

The men scrambled around the room to arm themselves while Brae rushed to Aisling. She put her shoulder into the edge of the table and flipped it over. The instant the girls were clear of the men, a terrifying barrage of twenty millimeter autocannon fire shredded the outside walls of the building and cut the men in half.

The helicopters lifted away, and the room fell quiet again for several minutes. Brae and Aisling stayed stark still on the floor, locked in fear. The next sounds they heard were the stomping of heavy feet marching through what remained of the building. Brae lifted her body to look over the edge of the overturned table as Aisling undid her bindings.

Three synthetics entered the room; the machines plastic and metal endoskeletons on full display with no skin covering them. They carried massive weapons, and scanned the room with their unblinking eyes. They locked eyes on Brae and simply stopped moving. The wailing of sirens in the distance echoed in the industrial war zone that had just been created.

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