5 on 1 - Chapter seventeen: Mission complete (Patreon)

Hey everyone. Thank you so much for the support on 5 on 1 and of my art in general. I will be going on hiatus for a currently unknown amount of time. I apologise for that, I'd like to do more work on this and other projects, but life is firmly in the way. Once everything is sorted out, I'll be back with more.

With purchases complete and the clerk taking enough mental pictures to fill his spank bank for a decade, the pair of them returned to the car. The moment Mia stepped into view, the car was rocked with the sound of whistling. She did a little curtsy and twirl, the faded flowers catching the light, and earned herself an even louder whistle.

“It l-l-looks s-so n-nice!”

“You clean up gooooood fireball!”

Afi leaned over the laps of Yuki and Lilly, taking Mia’s hand in hers. As Mia leaned into the car, Afi brought the hand close, planting a kiss on it. She looked up, fluttering those big, black eyes. Shining in the sunlight.

“I think Afi should go next sir.”

Mike slammed the door, pulling himself back into the driver’s seat.

“Did you want me to drive, sir?”

Mike looked down at the steering wheel as the whole car shuddered to life. A second more, as The Red made some convincing arguments. The car already smelled of warmth. The girl’s had no perfume, nothing but yesterday’s soap. A bit of salt, a bit of tang, a bit of sex seeping into the seats.

“God dammit…” he muttered, gripping the seat that much tighter and willing his libido back down, “no. No, I can’t. Shouldn’t.”

“Are you sure that clap went through? We’re not seeing a whole lot of ravishing,” Carmen said, nudging his shoulder.

Afi reached her hands forward, weaving them around the seat to rub her fingers along his sides. He jolted at her touch, before trying to breathe and relax into the sensation. Eyes closed. Just a touch. It’s fine.

“You should indulge, master. We are your playthings.”

“I’ve… hoo, fuck, I’ve got my reasons,” Mike said, feeling the heat in his cheeks and the thrumming in his chest, “I don’t want to ruin the clothes right after we just got them.”

“I’ll be in the front seat sir, shouldn’t be an issue.”

“It’s too much cum, it’s going to get everywhere.”

“My pussy will hold onto all of it master. It would be honoured to taste it.”

“I’ve got no doubts about the elasticity of you girls, but I’m not exactly going to be terribly stable. The moment I give in I’m not going to care that we’re in a very tight car.”

“L-l-like a c-cum death r-roll,” Lilly said, “I r-r-read a l-lot about c-c-crocodiles. J-just g-g-getting their p-prey and r-r-ripping them apart.”

“Damn that sounds hot.” “I wonder if dragons’ death roll…” “This is amenable.” “A death roll is such a-”

“You’re all nuts,” he said, his dick straining to leap out of his pants and invent the cum-roll, “you’re all nuts.”

Mike pushed the accelerator, swinging back out and rejoining the thoroughfare. The GPS was keyed up for a new op-shop, about twenty minutes south-east from here if the traffic was cooperative. So he looked forward to thirty more minutes of this.

“Hey, your lovely girlfriend has just suggested that you tear us apart and fill us with cum like a wild animal, and you’re calling us crazy?!?”

Carmen swung back to look at the other girls, gesturing to Mike with her mouth open in mock surprise and disapproval. The rest of them shook their head.

“Truly shameful, doesn’t even know what he’s got,” Mia said, a small grin fighting to take up more space.

“G-g-g-girlfriend?”

“If it is master’s will to be patient, I suppose I can forgo being rolled for a few more hours.”

“…”

“Yo Holier-than-thou, got something to say?”

“Carmen,” Mike said, a bit of steel in his voice that got her to whip and around to face him, “Don’t.”

“Papi c’mon, I wasn’t-”

“You have magic, why are you worried?” Yuki said.

Carmen flopped back against the seat, arms folded beneath her bust like a crabby teenager.

“You saw what happened last night. I don’t want to run into a problem that really requires a get-out-of-jail free card when we don’t have one. Even last night was too much.”

“This is the only time you’ll fuck in a car? In public?”

“Noooooo… it’s just… there are other priorities,” he said, tilting the mirrors and catching sight of Mia.

“Then do those.”

“After clothes,” Mike said, gesturing out to the road like it made his point for him, “and also maybe at a time when I have my hands free.”

“Which is what I offered to do,” Mia chimed in.

“Who will be next?” Afi asked.

“I think it’ll have to be-”

“Oooooooh g-g-God!”

The street they’d picked this time was not nearly as green. Just dead grey pavement in every direction. They’d managed a close park, right outside of the dilapidated shop. Every inch of it was covered in peeling paint, revealing even more peeling and rotting storefronts from twenty, thirty, fifty years ago.

The car door slammed behind Lilly, causing her to jump. The sandals nearly fell off her feet, causing her to stumble backwards and nearly crack her head on the car roof. A pair of hands, one freckled and one large, caught her.

"Hey, we got you," Mike said, giving her a smile as they both pushed her back onto her shoes.

Mia gave her a pat, gentle as anything, to try to steady her nerves. The poor girl was white as a sheet. You could swear she was just an actual skeleton if not for the soft, gentle jiggle of her chest with every rapid breath.

With not far to walk, they piled into the store. Mia was yet again in bloodhound mode, having sized Lilly up in the car and making her way around the store. Her red hair was her shark fin, barely poking above the endless racks and shelves as she hunted. Lilly made no effort to follow her, instead leaning and grabbing Mike’s arm. He looked down at her, and she flinched. Pulling back, looking down.

“I’ve got an idea.”

She peeked back up at him. His smile was so sweet and bright through that beard. She was reminded of her late second husband. God, at his age, Mike could’ve been his son. Could’ve been their son. Or… not. No, she was… Oh this magic was messing with her mind. She shook her head, trying to clear space to listen.

“You see that clerk?”

He pointed right between the aisles. It was a straight shot to the register, where a twenty something was in heated conversation with a tiny grandma about a coupon that, by the sounds of it, had expired a decade ago. Lilly turned back and nodded.

“You are going to go up to him and you’re going to say you’re a nympho slut, and that’s why you’re in a hospital gown.”

She was flushed before, but she was a damn stoplight now. It was as if her diaphragm collapsed. No bottom, just free floating heart and lungs, thudding and pulsing and twisting into knots like Christmas lights in a moving truck.

“Buh, whu, I-”

“Go.”

She shot up, body tensing and stiffening beneath that single word. Blood filled her, she could hear it in her ears. Like a washing machine set so high it was shaking. She was shaking. She couldn’t stop shaking. But her legs moved. Forward. Old records. Old dresses. Old tea sets. New person.

“Hi how can I- Whoa miss are you-?”

“I’m a s-s-slut!”

The store was too quiet. Too many people heard that. Her thighs were soaked.

“Uh wh-” the man fumbled for words, his head on a swivel trying to find some camera crew.

“I’m a slut! A huge n-nympho! I- They- Them!” she said, swinging an arm around to point at surprised Mike and an arms-full Mia, “they’re my c-c-carers! Th-they made me come h-here! Because… Because I wouldn’t stop!”

“Miss, whoa, stop what?”

“I couldn’t- Wouldn’t stop,” she was panting now, doubling over with her tongue out, “I kept t-tearing them off, k-kept ripping them. I was s-so hooooorny, I’m soooooo horny th-they l-l-locked me up!”

The little old lady was clutching her cross necklace, hidden but for her head peeking past the sweaters. The clerk was staring at Mike, eyes bugging out of his head as if silently begging him to step in. Mike just had his arms folded, Mia beside him with clothes in hand. They were both staring at the shy girl currently talking herself into a handsfree orgasm in public.

“I’m s-such a d-dirty girl…” Lilly whispered, gripping the edge of the counter, causing the clerk to back away, “Th-they say there’s- that I’m f-f-f-fucked up! And they’re RIGHT!”

With that, she tore the gown off. Flung it away. Over the silverware, over the tie-dye shirts. Leaving only breasts and belly and hips and her shaved clean pussy, gushing a great splatter across her thighs. Her body wobbled with every breath. A smile across her face. Head turned up to the lights. Gorgeous. Radiant. Bathed in artificial glow.

At least for a second. Then she took another breath, looked at the clerk who’s eyes were now big enough to replace the rest of his head, and then looked down at herself. The smile caved in on itself, turning to quivering lips and wet eyes.

“Shit,” Mike said, rushing forward.

He and Mia bundled a dress around her exposed parts as Lilly was fighting back tears. Her face scrunched into a ball of red and regret. They left the poor attendant standing as still as the wallpaper, perhaps with a bit of wetness in his own pants to deal with. The little old lady was wondering who to call when it was clear a mental hospital already wasn’t working.

Despite being a rundown store, it was bigger than the last place, and the changing rooms reflected that. They were able to fit all three of them behind the door, with a tiny amount of wiggle room left over. The moment she wasn’t being held up, Lilly began to crumple to her knees, sobs now coming thick and fast. Mike had his hands on her shoulder, gently rubbing and patting as her blonde curls shook.

“It’s ok, you’re ok. That was my fault. It was too much too fast. I never should’ve put you up to that.”

“Wh-wh-… What’s sniff what’s wr-wrong with m-m-me?”

“Oh Lilly, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Th-th-then wh-why, why would- Why?! Why would I d-d-do that?!” she was weeping now, her words thick and wet, “th-that’s- it’s- I’m n-n-not normal! Th-that’s n-not normal! Th-that- that p-p-poor m-man. H-h-he l-looked like- like I w-was a m-m-monster!”

There was a second of silence. An instant of hesitation, of thoughts that went nowhere. Then two hands appeared in Lilly’s peripheral. She yelped as they took hold. Pulled her in. As Mike’s chest rushed to meet her. As the warmth surrounded her.

For a moment, she was too surprised to cry. Eyes wide, mouth in a similar state. Then the new reality hit, and she broke. Balling and pressing her face deeper into his shirt. One hand around her back. The other stroking through her short curls. Teasing them out, each in turn. He was whispering something. Mia couldn’t catch it. Lilly was swirling in liquids, she couldn’t make it out. It was just a hum. Deep, weighty, soothing. A bass guitar two rooms away.

She was leaning in, renewing her tears in between spluttering, shaking apologies. Mia began holding up outfits inches away from Lilly’s back, try to get a feel for what was going to work, until she caught sight of Mike shaking his head very gently. Suitably cowed, she backed down. Instead, she began tapping away on her phone.

“I-I’m… a b-b-bad slave.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“But you did what I asked.”

“B-b-but…”

“Actually, if I remember correctly, you went above and beyond. The bit about us being your carers was inspired.”

“Oh y-y-you thought s-so? I j-just spoke from th-the h-h-heart.”

“Well there you go! How could you be a bad slave if you’re putting your whole heart into it?”

“Your whole pussy, even,” Mia said, stretching out a pair of panties to punctuate her words.

“I… I embarrassed y-y-you, master,” Lilly said, scrunching up his shirt in her balled fists, “n-never w-w-would’ve ha-happened if I h-h-hadn’t told you what a d-d-d-dirty bi- sl- stupid. S-stupid… head.”

“Your vocab could use some work,” Mike said, smiling as Mia tried to stifle a chuckle, “But you’re half-right. If you hadn’t told me, we wouldn’t have done any of that. You would’ve gone the entire rest of your life without ever getting to be a dirty slutty bimbo. And I think that’d’ve been a damn shame.”

He flexed his arms, squishing her deeper into his body. She made something like a squeak, muffled into the fabric and flesh. Then he released, sending her staggering backwards. Mia kicked the stool over, catching Lilly’s falling butt with a flumph.

“Good catch.”

“I live to serve.”

“And serve you do,” he said, leaning over and giving the redhead a kiss. His palm followed, giving her bra-less nipples a quick tease, “So! Let’s get our favourite slut some real clothes huh?”

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