Hedonia

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1. Foreboding Prologue

Jenny shot a sideway glance at Sarah, who was driving the car. "I still don't get, why you got lip injections," she said. "Oh, let it go already," laughed Sarah. "You've been nagging me since I returned from Hedonia. I though you were more open-minded than that. I like the Angelina Jolie-look they give me."

Jennifer sighed. Of course she was open-minded, otherwise she would not be driving with her best friend to this place. Sarah found it via an Internet ad and spend a week of vacation time there already. It was such an incredibly great place, that she persuaded Jennifer to come, too. Hedonia was half spa, half sex-fair all under one big roof.

The idea sounded weird to Jennifer and without Sarah, she would never go there. Not interested in any kinky stuff or fetishes, she had never visited any sex-fairs or conventions in her life. Maybe she was even afraid of the people there. But when Sarah enthused about the spa and called her a bourgeois for shying a place that contains a shop selling latex clothing, she had to mend her reputation for being open and tolerant.

Though the new collagen lips were thought-provoking again. They made Sarah look more like a sex-doll. A hypnotized sex-doll actually, since she hasn't stopped praising the place since she was back. Luckily this conspiracy theory stood in conflict with Sarah's a bit too plumb hips. If Hedonia brainwashes women and surgically alters them into men's wet dreams, then Sarah would also have gotten breasts implants and a liposuction. And who would even think of such ridiculous theories anyways?

2. At the reception

"Here we are." said Sarah, when they arrived at a huge but rather full parking area. "I'll let you out at the entrance and will try to find a parking space, while you register the room, OK?" she asked. Her good mood was infectious, so Jennifer started to brighten up a bit, too.

"Sure thing. From the looks of this place, this might take a while, though. You'll need a shuttle service to come here, if you ever find a free spot!" Jennifer answered.

"You can have a look at the shops alone for a while. The front part is pretty much spa only. Baths, Manicure, facial masks, hair dressers, all quite harmless for my shy little friend." Sarah said, smirking. "After putting luggage into our rooms, please order the 'Senses' Program at the reception. It has a number, too." Sarah tried to remember. "I think it was 'Senses I3'", she finished. "OK, see you soon. Call me, when we can meet!"

"Will do..." Sarah smiled and waved while driving away.

Jennifer shouldered their two bags. Luckily they decided not to take too many clothes with them for the week, as they will go shopping every day. Apart from relaxing in a mud bath, whirlpool or getting a pedicure, there was not much else that they intended to do.

The place was huge. She went through one of the four double doors of entrance F3 (how many entrances does this mall have?) and stopped in awe.

All kind of clothes or shoe shops, fitness and wellness centers, hair-dressers and tattoo studios lined the sides of a huge hallway, that extended far beyond sight on two levels. And each shop had the most colorful and fancy decorations in the area in front of it. There were holographic butterflies and paper jellyfish decorations, burning incense sticks and beautiful ornaments in a thousand themes: Japanese tea garden, underwater world, sunset at the beach and many more. Sarah was right, this place is absolutely awesome.

Even the people were beautiful - mostly young women it seems. Well, the men are probably in the sex-fair part of the mall. But even here the dresses were quite daring. Mini-skirts, fishnet stockings and well filled tops could be seen everywhere. A group of black-haired women with tight corsets and crotch high heeled boots were giving out fliers in the distance.

"Harmless is something else", Jennifer thought smiling, "But I can live with that. They probably have to provide something for the husbands and boyfriends, otherwise none of them would accompany the girls to a wellness week". She felt her mind relaxing and opening up. "Boys like looking at beautiful women, everybody knows that." The thought simply popped up in Jennifer's mind.

"Now where is the reception? I can't wait to get rid of these bags."

The reception was easy to find. A woman in a short red satin dress pointed her to a narrow corridor on the right side and gave her the room keys.

"Your the first time here, right?" asked the receptionist. Jennifer nodded. "Don't be surprised by the small size of the room. It's more like a cabin, really. But I'm sure, that you will spend only little time inside it, and nearly all of that sleeping."

"Sure. I didn't come here to spend my money on sitting in a luxury suite." Jennifer said smiling. "Let me just drop off the bags, and I'll be right back to order some ... Sense program for today."

"You probably mean 'Senses I3'." Jennifer nodded. "A great choice. I'll prepare the order form for you."

Walking along the corridor, Jennifer kept thinking about the receptionist's dress. Nice and trendy for sure, but with those black seams, it seemed better fit for a romantic evening in bed, than a day at work.

The cabin was indeed rather small. Something you'd expect on a small pleasure boat. Even the bunks were stacked so that a small washing basin fits next to two cupboards. Jennifer threw the bags on the beds, choosing the lower bunk and returned to the reception.

The receptionist showed her the order form and pointed to the line for the signature. There was only little text, mostly describing payment methods and refund options on cancellation. "Did you read the brochure for the program?" asked the receptionist.

"No, but my friend outlined it for me. I simply can't wait to start."

"Well in that case, you should go an check it out right now. There is a door in the center pillar about 50 meters down the hall. I'll call and tell them to receive you immediately."

"Thanks a lot. I'm so excited."

Jennifer marveled at the colorful shops she passed on her way and noted down some that she will surely visit. But after this long journey sitting cramped in a car, she needed the massage and aroma therapy that comes with the program that Sarah had suggested.

But upon entering through the door, she tripped because the corridor inside was a step lower than the outside. "Why was there no warning sign?" she cursed, trying to pull herself up, when suddenly her power left her and she sprawled back to the floor, unconscious.

3. Intermezzo

Sarah took off her shirt to reveal a padding around her waistline. Removing it she smiled at herself in the mirror, stroking her perfect hourglass figure. Gratefully she removed the binding that pressed her breasts down. She took a pipe from the wall next to the mirror and attached it to a small hidden nozzle on the underside of her left breast, pumping it up to melon size. After pumping up the second breast she caressed her thick nipples. She was looking forward to meeting Master again. Maybe he will adopt Jennifer as well?

4. Cancellation

Jennifer woke up lying in a bed - naked. Furthermore, this was not the cabin where she left her luggage. It was much bigger and apparently only for one person. On a small table stood a monitor - obviously a touchscreen computer greeting her with the words: "Welcome To The Hedonia Senses Programs. Please Touch The Screen For More Information."

Wrapping the bedsheets around herself, she sat down and touched the screen. Navigating the program, she found out, that the aroma therapy program is called "Senses AC" while "Senses I3" is explained as "For our more adventurous customers we offer the Senses I3 program. Our patented neuroactive balsam, applied to your erogenous zones, will greatly increase your sensitivity and help you achieve unknown heights. The best way to enjoying our pleasure centers and activities throughout the fairground".

"And I thought it's just cold in here" thought Jennifer, looking at her erect nipples. Indeed, also the chair felt rather good on her behind. She started caressing her breasts and felt herself washed away by a buzzing feeling that rushed through her body. It felt so good, that the idea of stopping the caressing was painful for her. She wanted to get higher on this, needed to get higher.

Jennifer found herself on the floor, her hand sticky between her legs, the other wrapped around her breast. "Wow - patented indeed." she thought. "Luckily nobody was here. That would have been embarrassing." She continued reading

As an additional benefit, during the next three days, any stimulation of the treated areas will, due to increased blood flow, make them grow and expand. Surgical breast implants will be unnecessary. The more the skin is stimulated in this interval, the more of the increased sensitivity will linger permanently.

"Whoops, I really did not sign up for this!" thought Jennifer. "The feelings are great, but running through life as big breasted nymphomaniac was none of my plans."

Furthermore the I3 program cost about a three hundred times more than the AC program. She needed to cancel this now. After a while she found a way to contact a member of the staff via video chat.

"Hedonia Senses Program, how can I help you?" asked a young man with a headset on. "Hi. There has been a terrible mistake. I got treated with the I3 program, while I was unconscious after a fall."

"Ah yes, Ms. Jennifer, I remember you. A member of the staff found you lying in the corridor. Since our doctor certified no injuries and the initiation of the program requires a short anesthesia, we proceeded with your order immediately. I'm sorry, if there is any problem because of that."

"The problem is, that I wanted the AC program instead of I3. I must have misheard my friend, or maybe she remembered wrong. I need to cancel the order immediately."

"Cancel the I3 program? That is particularly difficult. As per our contract, we must refund you the money if you chose to cancel the order. Ah, I can also see that the payment was refused by your credit card company anyways. Unfortunately the balsam cannot be removed from your body."

"What? What am I supposed to do then?"

"I will cancel the order for you. But since you don't want to enjoy the benefits of the program, you need to stay restricted to your room for the next three days, until the effects of the balsam wear off."

"Three days inside this room? This was supposed to be a vacation!"

"I can see how unfortunate this is for you. I think the least we can do it offer you the AC program for free, once you can leave the room again. We will also cover the costs for the room and food. You'll have Internet access on this terminal and can use the clothes in the cupboards, although they were intended for Program I3 members. Unless you want to proceed with the I3 program and you can find some other account with sufficient funds?"

"No, no. Please continue with the cancellation. Please tell my friend Sarah to get in contact with me. She is probably waiting somewhere at entrance F3. Or better yet, get my luggage into this room!"

"Of course, we will do that. Please note, that I had to change the door code, so you cannot leave the room. But if you need anything you only need to call. This desk is available 24/7. Thank you and enjoy your time as much as you can."

The video session ended.

"Wow - three days in this small room - damn. At least the rest of the vacation turns out to be free. And with Sarah down here, we'll have fun enough in this room," Jennifer thought.

5. Breaking the rules

"First for the clothes," Jennifer decided. Upon opening the first wardrobe, she was hit with the smell of latex, so she closed it immediately. But the other wardrobes also contained synthetic materials only, mostly PVC and fake leather. She also found some few nylon dresses, stockings and gloves, but they proved to be too aggressively revealing for her tastes. What she tried on was far too tight on the waist and pressed her breasts forward. She found about 6 pairs of high heeled boots, but no sandals or slippers.

"Well, no clothes then," Jennifer decided. "I don't really need anything while sitting alone in this room anyway."

Instead she decided to browse the Internet for a while, but only got error pages about broken connections. The support desk guy profusely apologized and offered her 20 credits on her in-house card.

Bored Jennifer lay down on her bed. The thought crossed her mind to masturbate again, but she did not want to be slave to her feelings. Finally her eyes fell on the small number pad next to the door. According to the greeting card, the code is, no was, 2743 - only four digits. With nothing else to do, she can just as well try out some combinations. How great would it be to enjoy her free spa program already today?

The keypad produced quite hideous beeping sounds, but soon Jennifer noticed that while 1111, 2222 until 4444 produced all the same sounds, the initial 5 of her 5555 beeped much higher than all other sounds. It didn't take her long to figure out, that the new combination was 5398 and a small click in the door rewarded her.

But what can she do without clothes? On the other hand, she was obviously moved to the erotic fair side of the mall and going out stark naked was probably less provoking than wearing any of the clothes in that wardrobe. Maybe she can buy something acceptable in a shop of the fair and then enter the spa area dressed. OK, she might have to compromise, but since the alternative meant sitting in a small room for three days, her plan was set. She fetched her Hedonia credit card and slowly opened the door.

6. Entering hel^B^B^B the erotic fair

The corridor she walked down was lined with locked doors on the inner side of a long curve and ... decorations ... on the opposing wall. Protruding phalluses, holes for breasts and glory holes looked actually artistically great, but Jennifer wondered how many perverts of this place will confuse these decorations when they return drunk to their rooms in the evening.

When she came closer to the main hallway (judging by the increasing volume), she saw two young woman standing in the corridor. They were dressed in fiery colorful dresses of red and yellow. They smiled and greeted her: "Hi, I am Cher ..." The second struck a pose, saying "... I am Bee ..."

Jennifer started "Nice to mee...", when a third woman stepped up from behind her, grabbed her breasts, whispering "... and I am Rose!" into her ear.

The same feeling washed over Jennifer again, when all three woman started caressing her body. The though of pushing them a way was unbearable. She needed to get higher again and the three knew exactly how to treat her. Fingers pushed into her wet vagina and smeared her juices over her breasts and bottom, both of which felt like burning. Even her lips and tongue seemed to be on fire, when she greedily returned Bee's kisses.

If she would have been able to concentrate, she would have heard Cher saying "How brave of a first-day girl to come out naked. I wonder if she knows what that means."

When she finally orgasmed, Jennifer found herself riding a dildo on a saddle that protrudes the side wall, sucking Rose's tit. Cher, Bee and Rose were much faster in recovering and left her to cool down.

Her senses finally clear again, Jennifer felt rather awkward. Standing up from the dildo, she stumbled to the other side of the corridor and leaned against the wall, panting.

"Just my luck," she thought. In an erotic fair that is filled with men (against which she can surely assert herself), she has to meet the only three lesbians, which also happen to be pros in the art of female sensuality. She was simply caught off guard. She had not been prepared for an encounter like this. Yes, that must have been the reason. She wanted to save the other orgasm today for the evening, but now that her self-prescribed limit was reached already, she had to be extra hard for the remainder of the day. Jennifer gathered up her courage: "No problem!"

Prepared for everything, she continued (slightly swaying) towards the main hallway, not noticing the trail of drops she left on the floor.

7. Trying to remember

Jennifer woke the next morning in her bed in the small cabin. A lovely smell was hanging in the air, probably coming from the wardrobe, that was left open. Her boobs looked at least a cup larger than what was normal, puffy nipples standing erect, and also her tushy seemed more padded than usual. Her lips felt slightly inflated and there was definitely more swollen flesh between her legs. It took Jennifer some willpower, not to start masturbating again. Simply licking her lips, made her love hole moist.

Straightening up in bed, she tried to remember what had happened yesterday. How did she end up in this room again? Slowly the jigsaw pieces reassembled: Her new friend Tracy brought her back into her room. Tracy also told her, what it means to go out naked: I am virgin, I am empty. I'm not a slave, nor a mistress and have no sexual preference. I will adapt to my partner's whishes.

That's also the reason for her fuzzy memory: She was passed around for many hours. She must have passed out many times, but only in the evening did somebody (Tracy) understand, that she was not able to find her way back alone. She remembers screaming and mumbling "Fuck me", "Stick it into me" and other unsuitable exclamations.

And the people she saw there. They had the weirdest costumes and some of them did not seem to be completely human anymore. Like the guy that attached himself to her nipple directly upon entering the main hallway. She saw his face only for an instant, because, once attached, his hands cupped the rest of her boob and somehow hooked into his mask, so that his head was not easily separated from her nipple. And how she tried. Did he even have a nose?

Some costumes sprouted dildos on the stomach or the legs.

One looked like an ass on high heeled boots. Her upper body was bent and bound downwards. Men used to kneel down behind her and lick and kiss her invitingly open holes, while their dick was sucked between her PCV ankles from her swollen dolly mouth. Jenifer sighed and closed her eyes, imagining feeling the boots close to her cheeks all day long.

At least one woman (or was it a man) had tits the size of small rockets; another one nipples like dildos. Some were walking on all fours, on leashes behind a master or not. And she was pretty sure that she was fucked by a centaur once.

Images of people with vaginas or sphincter muscles instead of their mouth (at least the latex mask made it look so) flashed before her mind.

She didn't even have a chance to look at any of the shops. There was always somebody in front of her, shoving some genitals into her face.

Sure, it was all very erotic. Sexual fantasies came true, also for her, but something was not normal about that, or was it? It was not as bad as she had imagined yesterday. But she simply couldn't remember what that other thing was - that perverse thing that she feared they were doing on this side of the mall.

Obviously this balsam was too strong for her will. She shouldn't dare going out there again.

At least...

At least not naked. If she had learned one thing yesterday, it is that by dressing up in strong, dominating clothes, you have the say. Nobody fucked the mistresses without asking for permission. Also, the outfit can contain quite many layers, so that direct easy access is simply not there. And didn't she see some dominatrices yesterday in the spa?

That fixed the plan. Jennifer rose from the bed and opened the wardrobe completely.

8. Fine feathers make fine birds

30 minutes later Jennifer looked at herself approvingly in the full length mirror. She chose simple black for her complete outfit: A semi-transparent shirt under a long boned corset with spiked openings around her nipples. Take that, nipple-suckers! The fishnet stockings were barely visible between the top of the 8 cm heeled crotch high latex boots and her vagina pants. The pants tightly hugged her curves and her swollen vagina lips and ass crack were highlighted in flaming red latex. Front and rear end can be opened with a zipper - but only if she chooses so. In her gloved hand she was waving a crop.

Only her hair - shoulder length - was brown and did not fit the outfit. Rummaging through the cupboards around the sink she found some black hair coloring and makeup. Perfect!

It was not before noon that Jennifer was completely satisfied. Why indeed did she not do this already yesterday? Going out completely naked, unprotected must lead to disaster. Now she is 8 cm taller, vagina and nipples secure behind a layer of latex and with a stare that will make any pervert melt out of her way. And if that's not enough - she let the crop hit her left hand - *he* will suffer.

Today she will not feel out of control!

On her way along the corridor, Jennifer was in an exceptionally good mood. While passing she pinched some nipples and stroked some of the larger penises protruding out of the wall.

When she reached Cher and Bee, she was prepared. Turning around, she shoved her latex fingers into Rose's vagina and kissed her hard and short on the mouth. "Worship my ass" she hissed towards the other two before concentrating on making Rose orgasm fast. Cher and Bee kneed down behind her and started licking and kissing her latex covered ass cheeks. Again Jenifer felt the rush and the pants seemed suddenly extra tight, but she stayed in control. When Rose collapsed to the floor, she turned around. She loved it how the two woman looked adoringly up at her. "You may satisfy yourselves while licking my boots," she commanded.

Two minutes later she purposefully stepped over their crumbled bodies and entered the main hallway, high heels clicking loudly.

9. The erotic fair

Today Jennifer did not stand out. The boots gave her a sense of superiority, so holding her head high, she strode into the hallway, graciously nodding towards equally prominent figures. Lower denizens melted away under her stern glance. The nipple suckers scuttled away.

But even after taking a longer more concentrated look, she did not understand all shops. OK, some of them sold extraordinary costumes - custom fit only. Few had racks with "standard" fetish wear and accessories.

Most shops seem to provide services instead of selling merchandise. For example "Gender shift" - according to the posters - put you into body- changing suits or added any number of primary or secondary sexual organs. They will probably hold for a day or two on your body. The shop next to it, "Gender switch", was of a more permanent nature. The logos of the two shops (a penis and a vagina) connected between them.

But other transformations were possible as well. "Android-U" must have attached the laser ocular to that slave. Her master was occupied pressing some buttons on a remote, when the slave suddenly jerked and walked stiffly over to Jennifer. "Master Taylor greets the new goddess of beauty. He would be honored if she would spend some time with him." she said with a blank stare and a monotone voice.

Flustered, Jennifer said "Ehh, tell him, well, thank you but I am very busy at the moment. Maybe some other time." Although he could not have heard her over the hubbub of the fair, he bowed and waved a farewell already while his slave returned to sit by his feet.

Jennifer continued looking at shops and people. There were many entrances to shops without display windows. Their names were as exotic as "Queens Nest", "Tropical Haven", "Enchanted under the sea", "Wildcats" or "Underworld". The decorations and logos, while beautiful and fitting, did not tell her what would await her inside.

"The Kings Stables" entrance was flanked by two life sized statues. One of a bipedal ponygirl, one of an impressive stallion, penis extended to full length. The royal crest above the door gave the shop a very noble and traditional look. So they were most probably not responsible for the human faced Tauntaun that carried it's rider along the hallway. Big horns framed her beautiful face with gleaming red eyes. The bridle in her mouth revealed long sharp teeth and a far too long tongue.

Jennifer wondered how much of this was done with costumes alone. Just like the "vagina faces" or nipple suckers it was not visible where the skin ended and which part was artificial. The quality of the masks was superb.

The "Dairy Farm" sold milk, milking machines and - of course - "cows". Some specimens were standing on all fours inside the shop (which was made up as a barn). Although their face was completely human (ignoring the horns), their gaze was as intelligent as toast, as they ruminated their oats. Browsing a small informative poster, Jennifer was amazed to see that the Farm claimed to be able to grow real udders on humans - female or male.

A small kiosk that sold a milky drink in penis-shaped squeeze bottles reminded Jennifer that she hadn't eaten any (solid) food for over a day. The corset helped against the worst rumbling of her stomach, but she should start searching for a food place now.

Suddenly a large drider stepped into her way. It started making clicking sounds for a moment before it stopped frustrated and flapped back a face mask. It was Tracy, her friend from yesterday. "A much more sensible choice in clothes, Jennifer. I like it!" she said, smiling.

"Wow, you scared me there for a moment, Tracy. Thank you. I realize too, that I made a bad mistake yesterday, but hey, I couldn't have known. What are you up to? Having sex and then eating your partner?" Jennifer smirked.

"Haha, no, I opted out of that one. I'm laying eggs."

"Laying eggs? What ... I can't even..." - Jennifer was puzzled.

"It's a quest. No, it's this suit. Oh, it's a long story. You don't really know that much about this place, eh?"

"No. I don't even know where to find a restaurant. I'm rather hungry."

"Have one of my eggs! They are very nutritious."

Tracy squatted down and produced a milky white egg from her abdomen, which she handed Jennifer balanced between the tips of her front legs. She obviously had some difficulties, because her actual hands were hidden a good 10 cm away from the tip of the insect leg. Also the movement of her lower 6 legs looked awkwardly controlled. Her actual legs must be hidden somewhere in her large abdomen. "It's actually one of the first quests to search for eggs that spiders like me hide everywhere. Also, they taste delicious!"

Jennifer licked the surface of the egg. It had a thin, sugary-crystalline hull and was filled with cream. And it was indeed delicious. After yesterdays ordeal it took her quite a while to realize the strong smell of vaginal juices from the egg. "How is it made? You said the suit produces it?" Jennifer asked, her mouth full.

"Yes. The suit pumps me full with some hormones to increase milk and juice flow. Out of these raw materials the suit makes the eggs." Tracy smiled and looked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jennifer was a bit taken aback, but politeness and hunger prevented her from dropping the egg. After all, she had done other things with Tracy's juices yesterday. Also it really was delicious! "OK, gotta run. Still 24 eggs to hide." Trace waved and steered her suit away. It took her a lot of concentration to move all legs in the right order. "Check out the Quest Point, about 80 meters thataway. It should get you started well." Jennifer thanked her and proceeded along the indicated direction.

10. Choosing a quest

On her way she saw a couple of nipple suckers lurking around a side corridor leading to more sleeping quarters. The costume must be some kind of uniform, because they look exactly the same, despite the fact that one had boobs and the other one a dick. They were perpetually bent forward, balancing on their high heels and had a face mask that hid their nose (unless they have surgically removed it) and looked more like a sucker fish.

Sure enough a naked woman soon stumbled panting and disoriented into the main hallway and was immediately attacked by the nipple suckers. More denizens of the fair started to move towards the girl. "That was a stupid mistake of you" said Jennifer under her breath. She was happy not to be the only one that erred so completely in the choice of clothing.

Quest Point looked like an old inn. The barkeeper was dressed like a soldier in jungle camouflage. Muscular and with a prominent scars across their face, he was just the kind of retired warrior that would lead an inn and tell adventurers about quests. The walls were lined with photographs of special quests, that is of their goal and the winners. The first finder of the ancient cave (Return To The Beginnings Quest) was just flapping back the outer lips and pointing towards the glowing clitoris above the entrance with a long dildo. The current holder of the golden strap-on strikes a rock star pose with many other people bowing to her.

"New here!" stated the barkeeper when she approached the counter. Under the piercing stare of the soldier, her confidence faltered.

"Don't back down now", Jennifer thought. "Be worthy of the clothes that you wear!" Concentrating on the hardness of her corset and her long boots, Jennifer gathered up her confidence. "What do you have for me", she managed, concentrating fully on keeping the eye contact. Somehow this felt like an important test. The barkeeper just stared back.

Jennifer felt uncomfortable.

Finally the barkeeper broke the glance. Jennifer was very relieved and noticed only now, that she had stopped breathing. "There are two main beginners quests: Gather 10 eggs or gather 40 carat of Probenol. But for a mistress such as yourself I suggest to skip those and try the Acquire A Slave Quest instead."

"Acquiring a slave also sounds more like me", Jennifer managed, still a bit shaken from the staring contest. "What are the details?"

"It's simple: Find a newbie - in your case a male. Break his will and prove his submission with one of these ... rituals." He gave her a list. "As an award for successful completion of the quest you will receive a domination league membership chip. The main benefit of course is that you will have a slave. You can keep him or auction him off." Jennifer was puzzled again.

"This newbie, what about his..." she started.

"Of course he must do those things voluntarily. It's up to you to teach him what he really wants. You are not allowed to apply force or even threaten him during the ritual. Just read the list!" the barkeeper insisted.

Jennifer read: * Slave spends a night (min. 6 hours) between your legs, satisfying you * wins a pony race with you as rider * survives an hour with the wildcats * Voluntary gender change * Voluntary surgery at Accessorize * can cum on (your) command * can make 4 people orgasm at the same time * leads some friends to Hedonia (psych test required before leaving) and some more. The word "voluntary" calmed her down. Of course it's not really her slave if she has to force him doing those things. So in the end, nothing bad is done to the slave. Her slave! Her very own slave!

"Put this on your crop", the barkeeper said, producing a small flask from under the counter. "It will help you overcome his initial inhibitions, when he smells it."

Out of reflex Jennifer sniffed it before applying it to her crop. But it was not any surprisingly new smell. In fact she has smelled this fragrance before in her room, on Bee and even this list of rituals. The barkeeper smiled a bit, watching Jennifer shrug her shoulders and drip a few drops on the tip of her crop. "You will find male newbies coming through the entrances in the west, from the spa side. I suggest you get a ride at the stables, unless you want to walk all the way. Good luck!"

"The spa side", Jennifer thought while leaving the inn. Wasn't there something that she wanted to do? But thoughts of her future slave distracted her. Maybe she can even invent a new ritual which will be added to the list.

11. The stables

The stables were situated directly adjacent to the QuestPoint and bore the name "Neigh and Day". Inside Jennifer found a small counter with all kind of riding equipment in front of two rows of horse boxes. She heard some shuffling of straw, clacking of hooves and clanking of metal on metal.

Jennifer decided that it was the stable-hands responsibility to approach her, so she just watched him impatiently. Sure enough he came over immediately and made a deep bow.

"How may I be of service, mistress?" he asked. Jennifer smiled; she just couldn't wait to have her very own slave.

"I need a ride to the spa entrance. How much riding experience is needed for your horses?"

"My horses are very mild. And it's all very easy: First you can choose the horse. It's the saddle" - he pointed at the shelves behind the counter - "that makes the horse go. As you can see, these parts connect with it's sex. That's why they are usually wild on getting to ride out. When you are there, just pull on this strap to disable the stimulus. The horse will come back here on it's own."

"I see that not only the horse will enjoy the ride" Jennifer said, pointing towards the one or two dildos protruding from the saddles.

"Yes, these are actually necessary so that you will not slide off the back. Remember that our horses are bipedal."

"Let's have a look at the horses then." she said and went to the first box.

There were 4 ponygirls and 3 ponyboys, clad from head to toe - that is, hoof - in skintight latex of different colors. They had realistic looking horse ears that moved to the side or the front to follow the sounds. The eyes had large dark irises and very long lashes and watched her expectantly. Recognizing her as a possible rider, they all shuffled to the box door to greet her. The ponyboy's freely hanging dicks started to harden in their latex sack. The boobs of impressive 45 cm rocket shaped length stood up straight to the front with their nipples open and decorated with metal rings. But most impressive was their tiny waist and flaring hips, supported by a vicious looking corset. Along the back side, the corset had metal hooks to attach the saddle. All horses held their arms and hands, also encased in hoofs, at the front.

Patting their necks and stroking the huge boobs, Jennifer thought of needing somebody to stroke her boobs and ass, too. She didn't want her boobs to grow to the same size, but she hadn't had any sex yet today. That can't be right...

Finally she decided for Cindy, a white horse with gray patches on her hind- well, on her legs. The stable hand fetched a double f saddle: female horse, female rider. All in all it had 4 dildos and some tubes leading from the rider's seat to the mouth part of the reins. Jennifer paid 2 credits with her card.

He helped (and Cindy very willingly also helped) attaching the contraption onto the wide hips of the horse and the rein into the mouth. Jennifer then opened her cunt and ass zipper and carefully mounted the kneeling horse. Strangely also her ass was well lubricated and let in the dildo slip in easily. For a few moments the wonderful feelings washed over her again, but by now she was quite good at keeping control. Grasping the reins, she signalled Cindy to stand up.

It was grand, just like putting on high heeled boots all over again. She towered even more over other people and felt on top of the world. Her legs rested comfortably against Cindy's tiny waist, the boots secure in the stirrups. Her boobs (did they grow again?) sometimes touched the head of the horse, sending tingles through her body.

Now she pulled a strap to insert the dildos into the horse and felt it shudder with delight. With a gracious nod for thanks towards the stable hand, she guided Cindy out of the door, into the hallway. Each step of the horse shifted the dildos inside her cunt and ass.

12. Riding west

Rinding on Cindy through the fair was very much like sex. Jennifer couldn't concentrate on looking at the shops, as she was busy controlling the pace with which the dildos slammed into her. After three orgasms, she had to stop the horse for a while to get her breath back. Cindy had a fantastic constitution. Her legs were strong enough to carry both of them and she even moved gracefully.

Looking around, Jennifer saw a woman in some sexy Lara Croft costume and a small half-filled knapsack approach a water fountain at an empty stretch of wall and kneeling down in front of it. She opened a small door at it's base and exclaimed in joy at finding two eggs hidden inside. But while she was distracted with opening her sack to put the treasure inside, a large drider dropped from the ceiling at the opposite wall and ran over to her with perfect use of all eight legs. Before Lara could jump up, the drider bit her into the arm and caught her fainting form with 4 legs.

Fascinated, Jennifer watched the drider encase Lara in some kind of web, constricting her waist and binding her arms behind her back. After a minute, Lara was packed in bondage and gagged, when she started to wake up again. She wriggled left and right but was not able to shake off the gluey web. The drider had left her already, and also Jennifer pulled the reins to continue her trip, dreaming of binding her slave in her own juices. A nipple sucker scuttled towards Lara's direction to free her, or at least free her breasts from the web...

The further she came to the west, the more ordinary became the shops. When she saw the great dividing wall with many doors in the distance, only shops with standard fetish clothes, peep shows and dance clubs lined the hallway.

She decided to stop at a small café which view on the entrance doors, to which her stomach agreed. It made her feel a bit sad to remove Cindy's dildos and unmount her. She hugged her a last time, pressing her huge tits against her own and finally gave her a clap on the ass to send her on her way. Closing her own zippers left her hands drenched in her own juices, which were all around both her holes.

Thoughtfully licking her latex gloves clean, she took seat and scanned the menu. But while sitting, the corset pressed into her stomach, making it clear that there is not much that will fit right now. Finally she decided for a banana split ice cream and crossed her legs, watching the doors.

 

27.05.12

story continues in Hedonia 2

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