6TAD Chapter 1139: Warning: do not try this at home. Leave this treatment to the medical professionals! (Patreon)

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Alan had no idea who Kim's dream woman was or about the picture of  Susan that Kim treasured so much, but he smiled anyway, pretending to  understand.

Kim hiccupped like some kind of stereotypical drunk, then  continued, "And everybody else! I mean, no way! And they're all such  fun! And Brenda! Jesus H. Christ!" She flailed her arms around for  emphasis. "Can you believe Brenda?!"

"Believe what?" Brenda asked as she dragged herself into the  room. She had ditched her maid outfit, because it had gotten too sticky  and wet from her own juices while she was lying down and passed out.  She'd even ditched her high heels, because she was finding it difficult  to walk in them. But she still wore her new black collar. That was the  symbol of her sexual slavery, so she was determined to wear it at all  times, no matter what.

She walked right up to Alan and stood beside him. She was  weary and obviously not yet fully awake. She ran her hands through her  hair, trying to make it look more presentable. She appeared to have  wiped her thighs and the rest of her body off with a towel or something  similar because she wasn't soaked in cum and sweat anymore.

"You're awake!" Kim exclaimed. She was already standing near  Brenda, also right in front of where Alan sat, but she moved even closer  to the busty woman. She brazenly gaped with total amazement at Brenda's  improbably curvy body, as if she'd just discovered a corpse risen from  the dead.

Alan felt a power rising through him with all these naked or  half-naked women standing around. He didn't like the way Brenda was  standing in a slouched position, so to flex his authority he barked at  her, "Tit slave! Assume the position!"

The change that came over Brenda was dramatic. Her eyes went  as wide as Kim's were and she immediately dropped to her knees. She sat  back on her heels with her hands behind her back and her chest proudly  thrust out. This was the same position she'd taken earlier while wearing  the maid outfit. Just like that, she was fully awake and panting with  lust. Yet a kind of blissful serenity came over her as well, and she  smiled and closed her eyes. Her nipples grew stiffly erect.

Kim had been briefed a little bit about Brenda before Alan  came downstairs to join the party. She'd been told that Brenda was a  busty woman who was hiding in the basement, watching the video feed of  the party. It was explained that she was a submissive who was having a  special ceremony and that Kim shouldn't say anything about her until  that happened. But, even after witnessing the slavery ceremony, Kim had  no idea just how remarkably submissive Brenda was.

She stared some more at the kneeling Brenda and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Why is she like this?"

Alan explained, "That's Brenda for you. She's just likes to be this way."

"She does?! You mean you're not forcing her or something? What gives?!"

He said more patiently, "I know it seems remarkable, but it's  true. I don't completely understand why she wants to be a sex slave, to  be honest. But think about it. People have all kinds of strange tastes  that are hard to explain. Think about people who are into sexual  asphyxiation. Or get off on bodily mutilation, even. There's even a  weird Japanese art film about that. So, compared to some, she's not all  that strange. Maybe some people are just hard-wired or imprinted  differently to like different things."

"But still!" Kim just couldn't get over this, on top of  everything else she'd seen this evening. The posture and bearing the  stacked woman was taking just blew Kim's mind even more. Kim didn't feel  any particular desire to be in such a position herself, but it made her  feel yet more of an uncontrollable desire to ravish Brenda until they  both dropped of exhaustion. "You mean that whole ceremony thing was  real? I thought it was just some kind of sexual fantasy you were all  acting out."

Alan replied philosophically, "What is real? What will it  mean exactly, in years to come? I don't know. We're kind of in uncharted  waters. But no, it wasn't just some elaborate role play."

Brenda smiled at that, pleased with his answer. You don't know the half of it, Master. I'm yours to command until I die!

He regarded Brenda for a while, then finally said, "Brenda, at ease. You can stand."

Brenda interpreted that as an order and stood up. She loved  being ordered about. She still kept her hands together behind her back  as if her wrists had been bound together. She just liked it that way.  "Master, is there any way I can serve you? Any way I can please you?"  There was such a spark of desire in her eyes that it looked like she  might just up and jump him.

"Nah. Not right now." He was still trying to take it easy.  Seeing a woman as sexy and buxom as Brenda proudly kneel in eagerness to  serve got his motor running and caused feelings of power to surge  within him even more. But he knew there were other women he needed to  get to with the remainder of his dwindling sexual energies, especially  Xania and Akami, so he figured he shouldn't have sex with Brenda again  this evening.

Susan was greatly enjoying Kim's enthusiasm as she watched  the whole scene while sprawled on a nearby sofa. She said to the young  teen, "Go ahead; touch them. You know you want to."

"Oh! Mrs. Plummer, can I?" she asked with awe.

"Sure you can. And like I said before, call us by our first  names already." Susan was very pro-breast, so she was particularly happy  to watch Kim's infatuation with Brenda.

Kim walked forward and put her hand on one of Brenda's  prominently jutting boobs. "Oh. My. God. Brenda, I'm sorry, I should  have asked. You don't mind?"

Brenda laughed. "Do I mind? I'm flattered. Fondle away.  Frankly, I'd love it if you'd feel me up. My body exists now for the  Plummer family and their friends. These breasts are here to be fondled;  that's what they're for. That is, if it's alright with you, Master  Alan?"

He nodded.

With her other hand, Kim reached up and fondled Brenda's new collar appreciatively.

Brenda was amazed at how much that turned her on. It was as  if her collar had become a brand new erogenous zone for her. She cooed  with happiness.

Alan was paying attention to Brenda and Kim, but he was also  watching Katherine, who sat on another sofa in the room. He was very  cognizant of the way Katherine was idly rubbing the front of her own  neck. It was a very unusual gesture for her to make, and he could only  conclude that she was looking at Brenda's new collar and acutely feeling  the lack of any collar of her own. She didn't look outright jealous,  but on the other hand she was the only one frowning in the room. He  redoubled his resolve to get more gifts in time for the big Thanksgiving  meal.

He looked at Brenda and said with a dismissive hand wave.  "Kim, Brenda is your slave for the evening too. She must obey your every  command."

This got both Brenda and Kim extremely excited. Brenda exclaimed, "Oh Master! You're the best!"

Kim began kneading Brenda's gargantuan globes with both  hands. Her tiny fingers seemed lost amidst all of Brenda's sensitive  tit-flesh.

Alan actually saw both Brenda's and Kim's eyes light up as he  finished saying that. He could still feel the sense of power surging  through him, and this kind of thing was only making that feeling  stronger. It was so exciting that he actually felt the need to calm  himself. He knew that if he didn't, he would soon be acting like a cruel  asshole, ordering Brenda here and there just because he could.

So he said to Brenda, "Please, just call me Alan for now.  While I've been sitting here, I've been thinking that I need to take  steps to keep my ego in check. Hearing 'master' all the time can't be  good for my mental health right now. Did anyone tell you yet about the  speech Suzanne gave earlier today where she lectured us on how we can't  let the 'Bad Alan' side win?"

"Yes," Brenda admitted as she turned and stared at him  hungrily, "I heard a bit about that from talking to Mistress Susan  earlier." She slumped visibly from her busty up thrust stance and said  dejectedly, "Okay, I'll try not to say that, but I'll probably mess up  more often than not. I'm sorry if I'm an unworthy slave." She suddenly  gasped with great distress. "Does that mean you won't call me 'tit  slave', either?!"

He chuckled. "I guess I can call you that from time to time,  if it floats your boat so much. Kim, what are you waiting for? Your tit  slave waits to serve your every desire." He hoped to keep Brenda  occupied with Kim for a while.

Kim had let go of Brenda while she waited to find out what  Alan would say, but she latched back onto Brenda's exposed breasts with  both hands. "YES!" she screamed with a feral intensity. "These are the  most amazingly huge tits in the universe!" Funnily enough, she felt more  than a little disloyal to Susan and her breasts, especially since Susan  was in the room, but she was too caught up in the excitement of the  moment to think much about it.

Susan felt a bit miffed, since she still had jealousy issues  about Brenda's larger rack, but she was so happy by the overall course  of the evening that her negative feelings were but a small blip.

Suzanne laughed at the excited teen and noted wryly, "Looks  like you've got a new number one fan, Brenda. Hey Sweetie, how's Alan  Junior doing?"

Alan had been sporting an erection off and on ever since the  Christine phone call, and right now it was as stiff as can be. He was  also happy for the break in the action, but things all around him were  far too arousing for him to stay out of it much longer. He grumbled, "I  don't know. I think he's on the verge of needing life support."

"Oh dear," Suzanne said with mock seriousness. She could see  from the lump in his shorts that he was just joshing, so she said, "With  a serious medical problem like that, it sounds like we could use a  nurse." She put a hand on her chin. "Hmmm... What should we do? What  SHOULD we DO? If only we had a real, professional nurse with us..."

Akami laughed at Suzanne's over the top melodrama. "Okay, I surrender. What do you need me to do?"

Susan, joining in the fun, said, "Why, you'll have to check  on Alan Junior's health. I think he may need CPR. That stands for  Cum-Pumping Resuscitation, as I'm sure you're aware. But you look  overdressed for the occasion, especially since the rest of us have had a  chance to shed more of our clothes while you've been sitting out the  game." She giggled uproariously, in part because getting drunk made her  giddy.

"Very well," Akami said with a mock sigh. "Has anyone ever  told you lot that you have far too much fun? If you keep this up, I may  have to pick up one of those harem application forms Xania was talking  about." While she talked, she was slithering out of her underwear.

Kim blurted out, "Ohmigod! I totally want one of those forms! And, unlike you two, I'm completely serious!"

She was, too, though she also knew the odds of being allowed  to join the harem were between slim and none. Kim was a very attractive  girl, but as Susan had pointed out earlier in the evening, the women in  Alan's harem were in a completely different league of perfect-ten  beauty. In fact, Kim had purposely done poorly in the poke-her game  because she felt too shy to expose her body in front of the others.  However, she was filled with a new resolve to do anything necessary to  improve her body and herself if it could help her stay close to this  elite group.

Akami got on her knees in front of a standing Alan. She wore  nothing but her high heels and a fine necklace. "Okay, what do we have  here? I'm used to mouth to mouth CPR so I'm not sure what to do with  Alan Junior. Hmmm. I guess I'll just have to swallow the whole thing..."  She promptly began a very vigorous cocksucking session.

The other seven women stood or sat around and watched Akami's head bob up and down.

Suzanne realized that it wasn't really fair to put Akami in  such a high-pressure situation where all of her other guests were doing  nothing but watching her cocksucking and mentally comparing Akami's  efforts with their own usually very practiced and talented efforts.

So she said to Akami, "What's the diagnosis, Nurse Fubuki? Do  you think he's in good enough shape for us to reveal what's behind  curtain number one?" She pointed to the one tarp that reached all the  way to the ceiling.

Alan could guess that the other tarps in the room covered up  an extremely large bed that was going to fit into one of the corners of  the room. But he couldn't imagine what this other tarp was covering. And  its prominent location, nearly in the middle of the room, only  increased his curiosity.

Since Akami showed no inclination to remove her lips from his  dick long enough to answer, Alan joked, "Well, I'm thinking that the  good nurse will probably take about twenty minutes to reach her verdict.  But in the meantime, sure, let's see what you're hiding."

"Oh goody," Suzanne replied. "Katherine, why don't you go  first? I don't think Sweetie has a clue just how talented his first  sister is at... Well, I can't spoil the surprise, so let's just say I've  seen you do your thing and I think you're perfect to go first."

Katherine clapped her hands, but then looked down at her lack  of clothes. "The only thing is, I've gotta be wearing at least some  clothes to get out of for a striptease. Aims, please put on some music  while I just pop over to the underwear cabinet for a moment. I won't be  but a minute. I promise!" She ran out of the living room as fast as she  could go.

While Katherine was changing, Amy came into the room holding a  lab coat and a stethoscope. She tapped Akami on the shoulder. "Um, I  hate to bug you, but could I get you to try this on? I know it's a bit  silly, but I've heard so many stories about the amazing adventures of  Nurse Akami, and I've never seen you in action in the whole nursey garb  thing. Not really. Could you please?"

Akami pulled her mouth off Alan's dick, and laughed. "Sure.  Just for you, Amy, since you're such a cutie. 'Amazing adventures?' I  wish! Where'd you get the outfit, though?"

Amy whispered something right in Akami's ear while the nurse stood up to put on the lab coat.

Akami laughed some more, then turned back to Alan, eager to  have more sexy fun with him. She said, "I've just been told that I'm  going to need a good seat with a view in a minute, so I'm going to claim  the best seat in the house." She gently pushed Alan down into a chair a  few feet behind him, because her plan was to sit down on his lap.

However, Amy prodded, "Wait! You've got to put him in the  mood first! Do something sexy and nursey. I've never seen that before."

Akami was puzzled as to what she could do, but Amy acted so  earnest and fun-loving that her request couldn't be denied. So Akami  stood tall in front of Alan while wearing just the wide-open lab coat.  She didn't have an ultra-curvy body like Brenda's, but she was  deservedly proud of her firm, feminine shape. She wasn't too shy or in  awe of the others like Kim was. Stalling for time while she thought of  something, she mumbled, "As if he has to be put in the mood now." But  then, fingering the stethoscope, she said gravely to help keep a  straight face, "Alan, I'm afraid I have bad news for you. You've been  diagnosed with an acute case of hyperstudlicockus."

Alan, happily playing along, deadpanned, "Sounds serious. Is that related to streptococcus?"

"Distantly." Akami replied gravely, even as she was finding  it increasingly hard not to burst into laughter. She added in a clinical  voice, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to perform a few tests. I may even  have to take quite a few semen samples in the process. And we may have  to measure the tumescence of your penis with a very special procedure  involving your nurse practitioner. If I'm getting too technical for you,  I'm afraid we're going to have to repeatedly test how well your penis  fits in my mouth."

"How will that help my illness?"

"It probably won't, but it sure sounds like fun." She winked.  Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation of playing out these silly  ideas.

Alan, still playing the straight man, asked, "What are the symptoms?"

Akami looked around the room, looking for inspiration until  she thought of something. She joked, "Well, as you can see, it causes  insanely gorgeous women to flock to you and take their tops off. The  only cure is to have your penis sheathed in a tight, warm pussy.  Preferably one of a trained nursing professional, so she can uh, gauge  reactions very professionally." She was grinning from ear to ear.

"Quick," he joked, "you'd better sit down on me before the bra makers go out of business."

Akami shucked off her stethoscope and coat and sat down on  his lap. She let out a long groan as she impaled herself on his  erection. She laughed yet again, but this was from the pure joy of  starting a great fuck. She joked, "Warning: do not try this at home.  Leave this treatment to the medical professionals!" She began to slide  herself up and down. She realized with great pleasure that she was  living out the fantasy she'd had earlier in the evening of him "taking  and taming" her in full view of all the other women.

The remaining women took seats as well, all facing the  mysterious central tarp. They all stared at Akami, making her  increasingly aroused the more she looked around and saw people staring.

However, one woman was extremely uneasy: Suzanne. The joking  about a fake medical diagnosis just to have lots of sex struck a little  too close to home, resembling as it did her actual six-times-a-day  scheme. She silently cursed Akami for the careless joking. She at least  consoled herself that everyone was so busy looking at Alan and Akami  that no one was looking in her direction. Had she known about what Alan  had asked about his six-times-a-day diagnosis during his earlier talk  with Akami, she might have freaked out completely.