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Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 03: Intro

It's been a long time coming, but finally here is the third act of Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers. I hope it is worth the wait! If you are a new reader to this series, I recommend reading acts one and two before beginning this installment. Once I started composing this story I realized that it was quickly becoming larger than I had ever planned on. Since I doubt even my most loyal readers would enjoy slogging through a 40+ page story, I decided to split the act into five parts. The intro section is a flashback that details the assimilation of a known character and acts as a teaser for the rest of the story. Next there are three parts titled Anna, Sherri, and Cassandra that occur concurrently and focus entirely upon the eponymous character. These can be read in any order since one part doesn't have to be read first in order to enjoy the others. Lastly, there is a final part that should be read last that ties all of the stories together. I am hoping to release each of the five installments weekly though some parts are longer than others so they might take a little bit longer. As before, I have included a cast of characters that you should know before each story in case it's been awhile since you read the first two acts. I hope you enjoy reading the final act of the first Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers trilogy as much as I enjoyed writing it. Be sure to let me know in a comment or private message what you think of each part. Now I'm proud to present:

Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers: Act Three (Introduction)

Setting: New York City, Present Day

Cast of Characters:

Cassandra: The protagonist of this series is a young professional in her late twenties. Cassandra has pale skin along with long brunette hair and brown eyes. She has a handsome face and a skinny, desirable body though she has always felt self-conscious about how small her breasts are in proportion to the rest of her. Cassandra doesn't fit the mainstream definition of attractive or sexy but there is something about her that both males and females find alluring. Cassandra works as a copy editor at a fashion magazine run by Catherine O'Hara. Cassandra fell under the sway of the Pussy Snatchers after resisting longer and harder than any of the other women that were converted. The Hive, which includes Cassandra's boss and coworkers helped entrap her and led her to being mind controlled by her friend Sherri. Under Sherri's influence, Cassandra is made to have sex first with Sherri and then with Cassandra's younger sister Anna. Sherri delivers the sisters to a mansion deep in the country wilderness where the Hive has its secret lair. Cassandra tries her hardest to resist again, but becomes filled with lust at the sight of the Hive's Queen. She has sex with the Queen and this act of copulation causes her to be assimilated into the Hive. Cassandra's mind and body belong to the Hive now. The Hive is a collection of women who have had their minds altered by the Queen to do her bidding. The process of Cassandra's assimilation is more involved than what her fellow Hivesisters experienced, having had sex with the Queen multiple times rather than just once. This had done something odd to Cassandra, something that makes her different from the others. She doesn't understand it yet, but she is changing. Becoming something more than human.

Sherri: Cassandra's roommate and best friend. They have been friends since grade school and are as close as sisters. Sherri has a mixed racial heritage, with skin colored a light caramel tone. She has dark brown eyes and short, black hair that sticks out in all directions like an afro in its infancy, though her hair looks more ragged than bushy. Sherri works part time in a lesbian dive bar at nights and at a hair salon during the day. She barely earns enough money to help with rent. Sherri has been an out and proud lesbian for over ten years. She normally never hits on straight women, but seemingly overnight her entire personality has changed. Sherri now seduces heterosexual women and turns them into pussy-hungry lesbians. Sherri has harbored a secret crush on Cassandra for years, and her proudest accomplishment thus far has been providing the formerly straight Cassandra with her first lesbian experience. Sherri's claim to fame is being the first to be assimilated into the Hive by the Queen and is the most loyal member of this strange lesbian cult.

Anna: Cassandra's little sister and second roommate. Anna is the bombshell of the two sisters, with gorgeous platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She boasts the large breasts and bubble butt that men seem to desire the most, a fact that has made Cassandra feel even more self-conscious ever since Anna reached puberty. Anna is studying photography at NYU and working part-time as a barista to try and contribute however she can. Anna has recently become curious whether she is bisexual and agrees to go on a date with Sherri despite Cassandra's objections. After that night with Sherri, Anna is never the same. Little did she realize that Sherri has been assimilated into the Hive and is solely dedicated to having the Dworkin sisters join her in decadent servitude to the will of the Queen. After a single taste, Anna has become addicted to Sherri's pussy and would do anything to have it again. Anna is so far gone that she even helped manipulate her sister into having sex with Sherri. Anna has become a slave to her own depraved sexual desires, even going so far as to have sex with her only sister. Anna thinks she is strong enough to resist the Hive's temptations, but as soon as she meets the Queen she falls to her knees in worship. Anna places her mouth on the Queen's pussy and willingly pledges her mind, body, and soul to the Hive.

Catherine: Cassandra's boss at Fashionistas, a fashion magazine publication. She has long dark hair and green eyes, with a face that constantly looks sulky and irritated. Catherine O'Hara was once an internationally famous beauty model but now thirty years later she is the editor-in-chief of a highly respected fashion magazine. At fifty-five, her beauty has long since passed her by and she has added several unsightly pounds of fat to her body. Despite her age, Catherine dresses as if she were still a twenty year-old sexpot. The circumstances of how Catherine became assimilated into the Hive are currently unknown. Catherine manages to turn several women in her office to the Hive by threatening to fire them and then forcing her desperate employees to perform sexual favors for her so they can keep their jobs. Cassandra is able to resist Catherine's initial advances when Catherine offers her young copywriter a promotion in exchange for oral sex. But Catherine later sets her employee on the path of incorporation into the Hive by tapping into Cassandra's BDSM fantasies and giving her employee a good, hard spanking as punishment for being late to work. With her position of power and influence in an industry that employs several women, Catherine is one of the Hive's most important members.

The Queen: An extraterrestrial being of extraordinary power. Though her body is not human, she identifies as a female. Her true form is unknown because she is a shapeshifter who appears to humans as a middle-aged woman with dark hair. Her body is absolutely flawless, with perfectly geometric curves calculated to stimulate the most desire in humans and enough flesh on her breasts, thighs, and buttocks to appear shapely but not overweight. Her face and skin has not a single blemish or imperfection. Through sex, she releases a pod that embeds itself in her partner's bodies. The pod that the Queen produces bends the minds of women to her will and connects their consciousness to an overall hive mind. The assimilated women generate their own imitation of the Queen's otherworldly allure called the Essence. It is this dangerously addictive secretion that lures unsuspecting women into the clutches of the Hive. The Queen's goals are currently unknown, but she has been assimilating every woman she can get her "hands" on and her only clear aims are for expansion.

(Flashback: Seven Days Ago)

Crystal champagne glasses clinked together in a toast. The dinging noise rang loudly above the muted hum of conversation echoing through the restaurant. Catherine brought the flute to her lips and took a substantial drink. A bottle of this authentic French champagne cost even more than the fine crystal stemware she held between her fingers. Catherine swished the alcoholic beverage around her mouth and rolled it underneath her tongue to obtain its full flavor before swallowing the bubbly liquid.

"Catherine, you have done it again," the man sitting in the chair next to her said admiringly. "Simply marvelous."

"You flatter me, Xavier," said Catherine with a blush. She waved her hand as if nothing she ever did was of importance and produced the most girlish sounding giggle she could manage.

"Do you realize what this means? By my calculations, reducing your number of staff to the level you suggested will improve the stock in our company by an entire point," said the thin, aging man. "You are about to become a very rich woman."

"And you are about to become an even richer man," Catherine retorted. She grinned above her champagne flute before drinking again.

Xavier Magnuson chuckled. Catherine O'Hara's wit had yet to fade at least.

The restaurant they convened at was located on one of the upper floors of the Chrysler Building. Catherine and Xavier were seated near a window where they could see all the way out past Brooklyn due to the clear skies. The setting sun lent a fiery brilliance to the evening that Catherine took to be romantic. The restaurant had a dimly lit ambience, with only candles at the tables and a few overhead lights providing illumination. A large pond containing several rare species of fish had a wooden bridge overhanging it that needed to be crossed before reaching any of the dining tables. An antique hand carved bar that blocked the view of the open kitchen stocked only the most expensive wines and liqueurs. The restaurant tables were small, with chairs seated close together to provide a close and intimate vibe. The fare at this fine-dining establishment had been conceived by some of the most famous chefs in the world and only the elite of New York City were even aware of the restaurant's existence. The entrance was a sealed metal door that gave no indication of what was inside. The restaurant didn't even have a name to give away its existence. Very classy, very exclusive, and very pricey.

Though they dined at one of the most expensive and exquisite restaurants in all of New York City, Xavier had only ordered a simple salad to go with the bottle of extra dry champagne. He even refused dressing with it. The mostly finished bottle of champagne rested in a bowl of ice sitting in the middle of the table. Catherine had salivated when their server described the special for the evening. A bone-in porterhouse steak with bleu cheese melted on top of it along with sides of creme brulee potatoes and greens beans with bacon bits mixed in. Catherine desired desperately to order the special, but she wanted to retain a certain sense of restraint and decorum this evening and not come off as a glutton to the owner of her magazine. She instead ordered the same salad as Xavier, though Catherine couldn't resist ordering creamy ranch dressing to go with it.

"I have to admit I am somewhat concerned that your magazine can continue to publish volumes at its current rate and quality considering the staff reduction," said the publishing magnate as he leaned back in his chair and took another swig of champagne. People at their level of society never used nasty words like 'firings' or 'layoffs'. They used coded phrases like staff reductions and migrations, or Catherine's personal favorite of letting opportunity seekers be free to fulfill their dreams.

"Not to worry," Catherine said reassuringly. "We will hire some new staff members fresh out of college and pay them half what their predecessors made. Young people are so desperate for jobs right now that they will work for almost anything."

"Quite so," Xavier said distractedly. He looked down at the meals he and his guest had ingested. Xavier picked at his salad, only eating the best bits of vegetables and ignoring the spinach and arugula. He rarely had an appetite for anything any more. Catherine however had devoured her entire salad voraciously. Xavier finished his champagne and clapped his hands together. "Well, my physician has recommended I reduce my intake of caffeine and sugar so I'm afraid I must decline any coffee or dessert this evening. Shall I have the maitre'd call a cab for you?"

This was the moment Catherine had been waiting for. While Xavier was over sixty years old and had been bald for years, he remained an enormously handsome man. Catherine worked her foot out of its high heeled shoe. She moved her foot to the other side of the table and brushed it against Xavier's ankle. Catherine rubbed her toes up and down his leg seductively. "Actually Xavier," Catherine said slyly. "I thought perhaps I might join you this evening."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," Xavier said awkwardly as he moved his leg away from Catherine's wandering appendage. "I am your employer, and it would be highly improper."

"Whatever are you talking about?" Catherine asked with some frustration. "It's not like it would be the first time I've shared your bed." She moved her foot back toward Xavier and rubbed the sole of her foot against the top of his shoe.

Xavier sighed. "I thought we were past this, Catherine. It would be inappropriate for us to have any sort relationship aside from our business partnership."

Catherine shook her head and groaned with frustration. "What are you so afraid of? If you are concerned with your performance I'm sure we can pick something up at a drug store on the way back to your flat."

Xavier harrumphed. "I assure you my 'performance' is not the issue."

"I didn't mean to imply-," Catherine started before being cut off.

"I had no intention of dragging this all up again," Xavier said wearily as he laid his head in the palm of his hand and stroked his forehead. "We've been through this time and time before. I invited you to dinner as a celebration and reward for exemplary performance in your duties as editor-in-chief of your magazine. This meal was a formality only."

"Quit being so coy, Xavier," Catherine said impishly as she moved her foot up Xavier's leg until it passed his thigh and brushed against his crotch. "It doesn't become you."

Xavier pushed his chair out and stood up. Catherine's heart sunk as she detected barely contained anger in Xavier's expression. "Catherine, I am very proud of the all you have accomplished," Xavier said brusquely. "But I find your professionalism highly questionable."

Catherine must have had a few too many glasses of champagne, and having had a few tumblers of scotch in her office at the end of the working day wasn't helping either. Her reaction to Xavier's protestations was to reach over and place her hand on Xavier's groin. She felt Xavier's flaccid penis beneath his slacks and gave it a light squeeze. "How is this for professional, darling?"

Xavier slapped Catherine's hand away. He had finally lost his temper. Xavier sneered at Catherine and said acidly, "Do you want to know the real reason I do not wish to spend the night with you? It's because I no longer find you physically attractive! You are old, overweight, and disgusting!" As soon as he completed his outburst, regret instantly formed on Xavier's face. "I apologize. That was an awful thing to say to you. I should go." Xavier's eyes searched around frantically for the exit. When he located it, Xavier looked back at Catherine a final time and said, "Good night, Catherine," before departing.

Catherine stared in shock as Xavier walked out on her. Catherine drowned the rest of her champagne in a single gulp and buried her face in her hands. Sobs wracked her body as she wept. Catherine had been telling herself she was unattractive for years now, but it was one thing to think it and quite another to hear someone say it to her face. The fact that she had once been famously skinny and beautiful made her self-esteem even worse now that she was old, fat, and ugly.

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

Catherine's makeup must be a mess. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her napkin and blew her nose into it loudly. Streaks of dark makeup stained the red fabric she used as a tissue. Catherine looked up at the waiter who only now realized she had been weeping.

"Er, I'm sorry to interrupt," the handsome young waiter said awkwardly. "I just wanted to know if you needed anything else this evening. Mr. Magnuson is an exclusive member so anything you ask for will be yours."

Catherine barked a laugh and briefly considered running up tons of charges on Xavier's account. Catherine dismissed the thought as soon as it had entered her mind. Catherine examined the young man acting as her waiter. She had been so focused on Xavier that she hadn't realized how cute this boy was. He didn't seem very intelligent, and with his muscles and chiseled jaw it appeared likely he had been a jock in school. Probably a star athlete, judging by the look of him. Despite his dimness, the waiter had a ruggedly handsome face and looked strong and fit. With men of this stature, they either possessed a thin, puny four-inch dick or a long, thick nine-inch cock. There never seemed to be an in between. Catherine wondered if he would be willing to go to bed with her for a $1000 tip. She needed a man, someone who could fill the holes of her body and maybe the holes she felt in her soul.

Catherine hungered for cock. But whenever she thought about sex she became worried that the same disaster that transpired the last time she hired a gigolo might reoccur. Since enduring menopause, Catherine's vagina seemed unable to become wet no matter how aroused she felt. It made sex enormously difficult, even with artificial lubricant. The friction became so terrible the last time that Catherine had no choice but to make the male prostitute stop fucking her, denying herself the orgasm she had paid good money for. The shame of her sexual dysfunction felt unbearable. Just the thought of such an event reoccurring prevented Catherine from propositioning her waiter.

The waiter stood patiently while Catherine thought, though he did appear visibly annoyed by her delayed response. Finally, Catherine decided to request the only things the only things in her life aside from her job that gave her pleasure any more.

"May I please have a slice of the triple chocolate cheesecake and a glass of your strongest red?" Catherine asked.

"Of course, ma'am. I will have that out for you in just a minute."

Hours later, Catherine wandered the streets of Manhattan alone. She walked aimlessly through the streets with a slight stumble caused by her intoxication. After finishing her wine and dessert, Catherine left the restaurant and made a point of stopping for a drink at every bar she walked by. She had been in dive bars, classy upscale cocktail bars, and some bars that Catherine hadn't realized were actually family restaurants. Catherine didn't know where she was going, she just knew she didn't want to go home alone. She felt sad and lonely, and hoped that enough alcohol would obliterate those emotions. At this rate, she might as well drink all night long and go into work early to doze on the sofa in her office.

Catherine looked down at her dress and body as she walked. She wore a sultry dark blue dress that showed off her ample cleavage. The dress was two sizes too small and clung to her tightly. The hem of the dress ended well before her knees. Catherine had hoped she looked sexy in this attire, but now she realized she just looked ridiculous. The tightness of the dress only emphasized her bulk and the short skirt just revealed tree trunk sized legs. How could she have been so stupid to think she actually looked good?
Catherine's body wobbled and she laid a hand on the brick wall of the building next to her for support. Catherine had always been able to handle her liquor, she didn't feel nauseous at all even after several drinks but knew she would end up paying for this tomorrow. She looked up and realized she was standing outside another bar. A blue neon sign hung above the entrance with the word "Curvy" written in a glowing cursive script. Above the name was the incandescent blue outline of a woman's legs from below the waist. One leg laid flat while its neon partner was raised with a bent knee. Catherine had never even heard of this bar before. Why the hell not, Catherine thought as she pushed open the door to the establishment.

Catherine quickly realized she had made a mistake. She had always been excellent at deciphering the sexuality of others, and one glance around the bar revealed that she had entered a lesbian dive. Catherine made to leave at first, but decided against it. She had nothing against dykes, truth be told she had even had a few lesbian experiences of her own during her young and wild days. That was nearly thirty years ago and Catherine no longer had any interest in women but maybe this could be fun.

Curvy had wood-paneled walls with a large mirror mounted on the side opposite Catherine that extended from the entrance to the back of the bar. The building was well lit, though the only lights near the dance floor were flashing colored beams. Booths and tables created a circle that rimmed the outsides of the room and surrounded a large dance floor. The bar stood opposite from the giant mirror and had only one woman working at it despite the sizable crowd. This bar prided itself on its selection and Catherine noticed several microbrewed beers on tap as well as many bottles of liquor sitting on their shelves. The building's decor was certainly unique, featuring both clothed and nude photographs of pinup models above every table along with weird homosexual Americana that Catherine couldn't begin to understand. The Supreme Court's overturn of the gay marriage ban had occurred recently enough that rainbow flags hung from everywhere. Catherine could only imagine the party that must have taken place here on that night. Curvy looked very busy for a Monday night, with nearly every table occupied and the floor full of dancing women. All the patrons were female, and they ranged from old to young and included nearly every ethnicity imaginable.

Catherine couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that she was being watched. Probably just getting paranoid in my old age, Catherine thought. Yet there was something strange about this place that Catherine couldn't quite put her finger on. Obviously, it was a lesbian bar and while unusual for Catherine it didn't bother her. What really freaked her out was that nearly every woman in the bar turned to look at her as she walked in the door.

Catherine hung her coat up on a rack near the entrance and took a seat on the only open stool at the very end of the bar. The bartender asked what she wanted and Catherine ordered a scotch, neat. Make it American. Yes, put it on a tab. The barkeep was a very pretty young black woman who had a pleasant smile. Catherine couldn't say she approved of the piercings that covered the bartender's ears and nose though. She seemed somehow familiar to Catherine, but in her drunken state Catherine couldn't place where she recognized the woman from.

After receiving her drink, Catherine spun around on the stool to look around the bar. People-watching had always been one of her favorite activities. The women on the floor were dancing wildly to the popular music that blared loudly from overhead speakers. Music that Catherine didn't understand or relate to any more. A young redhead girl with a shocking amount of freckles dotting her face appeared to be the life of the party. The flamehaired firecracker danced wildly and aggressively, pulling random women to her and grinding her body against them in a raunchy dance. She slapped her partners on their asses and grabbed their thighs and breasts as they cavorted. The redhead changed partners a couple times per song. Catherine watched with amusement as the girl made out with a woman around the same age as her for a few seconds before breaking the kiss and leaving the breathless young woman eager for more. The redhead grabbed the woman closest to her who happened to be a heavy middle-aged black woman. The redhead turned her new partner around and began grinding her crotch against the woman's bottom. The black woman laughed and quickly got in on the fun, draping her arm behind the redhead's neck and pushing her ass back against the redhead who was humping her from behind. An older butch woman who Catherine correctly deduced was the redhead's date sat alone at her table, sipping a beer and watching sulkily as her girlfriend danced with every other girl on the floor.

Scanning around the bar, Catherine noticed some women behaving even more lewdly. She saw an older woman closer to Catherine's age sitting at a booth with a beautiful, exotic young Japanese girl. The mature woman couldn't even be attractive enough to be considered a cougar, let alone a MILF. Though she looked only slightly overweight compared to Catherine the other woman wore large coke-bottle glasses along with a very unflattering short, curly haircut. The clothes she wore were frumpy and out of style, making her look more like a sixty-year old than a woman closer to the age of forty. The Asian girl looked absolutely stunning, and with a red flower stuck in her hair behind the ear she looked even more gorgeous. The two could not have been a starker contrast. Probably a 4 or 5 on her best day hooking up with a solid 9. And yet, the Asian girl was all over the less attractive woman.

The girl nibbled on the older woman's neck before placing a hand on the mature woman's cheek. The two looked at each other lovingly and moved their lips together to initiate an intense makeout session. While their tongues wrestled sloppily against each other, the girl used both hands to squeeze the mature woman's breasts through her dress. Catherine's eyes widened as she watched the Japanese girl crawl underneath the booth and stick her head up the lucky older woman's skirt. The tabletop obscured what the girl was doing under her partner's skirt, but Catherine could see the mature woman's clothes rustling and it looked like she twisted in her seat to make her underwear easier to remove. The older woman threw her hands back against the leather of the booth and raised herself up slightly. Catherine's mouth dropped open as the woman threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent moan. The Japanese girl surely had her tongue in the other woman's pussy.

Catherine's face flushed crimson red and she thought she felt a twinge of arousal inside her. Too bad the feeling wouldn't amount to anything. Catherine noticed that every so often one lesbian would take another by the hand and lead them to a door at the back of the bar. Catherine assumed at first that they were going to have a tryst in the bathroom, but every time the women walked right by the bathroom door and instead ventured somewhere further back. Catherine watched this occur with three separate sets of women as she sat and sipped her scotch. She couldn't help feeling curious about what was going on back there.

Catherine examined the women sitting next to her. The closest were three women that appeared to be here together and were all in their early thirties. Gathering by the conversation that Catherine eavesdropped on, she learned that the two women named Janet and Ellen sitting on the outside of the three stools were married to each other while the one named Pamela who sat on the middle stool was one of their close friends. Janet dressed herself in jeans and a t-shirt and appeared to be the 'man' of the relationship. She had her brown hair in a ponytail that had been pulled through the baseball cap she wore. Ellen dressed a bit more femininely in her flowery dress though she still had short hair and lacked any makeup. Neither of them were particularly attractive, though Pamela looked pretty despite the plain clothing and boring shoulder-length haircut she wore.

Janet and Ellen had invited their straight friend Pamela out for drinks this evening. It wasn't Pamela's first time at Curvy, and though the straight woman had been hit on by women during previous visits to the bar her friends always made sure that she never received too much unwanted attention. Pamela wouldn't admit this, but she actually enjoyed the innocent flirting though she knew it wouldn't lead anywhere. She had a husband waiting at home and that was enough for her. Just a drink or two more then she would take a cab home. The bar was even louder and more raucous than usual, Pamela was glad she came on such a fun night. She did think it was weird how Janet and Ellen both wore sunglasses inside at night. But other than her choice of venue, Pamela figured this be a normal Monday evening.

Tonight would be different though. Janet and Ellen planned to each have sex with Pamela before the night was over. It's not like their marriage was failing. On the contrary, their bond was stronger than ever. Janet almost couldn't handle the anticipation of waiting until she could finally watch Pamela licking her wife's pussy. Though the three had been friends since college and Janet and Ellen both thought Pamela looked cute there had always been a boundary that was never crossed. Tonight that invisible barrier would be shattered.

Pamela was not attracted to women in the slightest. She liked coming here because it was a fun bar and she enjoyed spending time with her friends. She would never dream of sleeping with another woman. Yet, before the night was over she would make love with both Janet and Ellen and a dozen more women besides.

Even with the shocking amount of sexual activity taking place at Curvy, Catherine knew she would never participate. Not because she wouldn't be willing, but because no one could possibly want her. Catherine raised her glass to take another drink but noticed it was now empty. Catherine hadn't even realized she had drunk the remainder of her scotch she had been so intent on peeping at strangers. She thought about leaving now that her drink was finished, but felt too intrigued by the sight of women behaving so openly sexual around her. Catherine was getting off just from watching the women at this bar. She began to call out an order for a drink but noticed the bartender was preoccupied with making some sort of elaborate pink cocktail. Catherine waited patiently for her turn to order.

While she waited, Catherine noticed her reflection showing back at her in a mirror placed behind the bar. It seemed to have been put there by one of the bartenders so they could apply and readjust their makeup without having to leave the bar unmanned. Catherine grimaced as she inspected the face staring back at her. Catherine ran her hands through spindly old black hair with too much grey streaked through it. Catherine really needed to have her hair recolored soon, it had been completely grey for nearly ten years now. She pulled at the wrinkly, sagging skin of her face and poked at the dark bags beneath her eyes. Even makeup painstakingly applied every morning couldn't entirely obscure the signs of her age. What a hag I've become, Catherine thought.

It didn't seem that long ago when Catherine O'Hara had been one of the most desirable women in the world. The beauty of her face combined with her slim yet sultry body made her the perfect cover model. Catherine had the world at her fingertips, jet setting around the globe to have her picture taken by the most skilled photographers and being invited to only the most exclusive parties and orgies. One week she would be staying at the Royal Palace as a guest of the English Crown, while the next she spent as the mistress of an Arab prince. Catherine had Italian millionaires begging her to join them for a ride on their yachts. Catherine rode more than just the millionaire's ships, her sexual appetite being notoriously insatiable. Famous French actresses licked her pussy underneath silken sheets in one of the most expensive hotels in the world on the Riviera. It gave Catherine such pleasure to know that a face that had been seen and adored by millions on the silver screen was between her thighs, tasting her naughty bits like a pervert. Catherine was truly irresistible.

But all of that faded with time. It seemed like as soon as she turned thirty years-old, Catherine had been completely blocked out of the industry. No one wanted to photograph her any more and the playboys and courtesans she formerly associated with moved onto newer, younger models. Luckily, Catherine had enough contacts in the industry that she was able to secure a job as a reporter for an up-and-coming fashion magazine. The methods Catherine used to obtain her scoops were occasionally scrupulous. Catherine still possessed a fantastic body in her thirties and she never hesitated to utilize it. Catherine had no qualms about exchanging sex for information if it would reveal one snippet of gossip that could dominate the headlines for a week. The Fashionistas editor at that time did not approve of Catherine sleeping with her sources, but the scoops that she uncovered were so delicious that the reporter was impervious to discipline. After spending a few months as Xavier Magnuson's private Mistress while he endured divorce proceedings with his wife, the previous editor was forced out and Catherine was soon elevated to editor-in-chief. At just the age of forty, Catherine had already become the manager and co-owner of one of the most respected and circulated periodicals in the fashion world.

Right after Catherine seemed to have attained all her dreams, they quickly fell apart. Xavier ended the relationship with Catherine that he had always treated more as a business arrangement than anything serious and married some low-class young bimbo instead of her. They didn't even last a year. Catherine again offered her body to Xavier as he went through his second divorce and he gleefully took advantage of her. The sex had been amazing. Catherine had never felt so needed and so used at the same time, a dangerous and addicting combination for her. Catherine thought this might finally be the time that Xavier realized he had never known anyone so loyal and devoted to him. But once again, he broke it off to chase after some younger tail. Catherine became depressed whenever she wasn't working, and when she was depressed she ate sweet, fattening foods and drank hard to compensate. Catherine succumbed to her growing dependence on food and alcohol and soon showed a figure that belied that dependence. Catherine entered her forties still looking beautiful and sexy, if a little thicker in the middle than she used to be. She arrived at fifty looking like she had aged twenty years instead of ten and packing about eighty extra pounds. The worst part of it all was that while Catherine could still become aroused during sex, she was no longer able to climax.

Catherine snapped out of her malaise when the bartender finally addressed her. "What will be be, beautiful?"

Catherine was taken aback by the way the young ebony girl addressed her. "Um, ah. A Johnny Walker Blue please. Neat."

"Again?" the bartender said with surprise. She had to raise her voice for it to be overheard above the loud music. "We actually have a pretty decent selection of scotch. There's a few bottles of higher quality authentic Scottish whiskey that are actually cheaper by the glass. Can I interest you in any of those?"

Catherine waved her hand dismissively. "The only thing foreign that I enjoy is wine. American, please."

"Coming right up," the bartender answered as she turned around and grabbed the blue labeled bottle from a high shelf. She poured Catherine a generous portion of the liquor and handed Catherine the glass. "Here you go, Ms. O'Hara," said Sherri cheerily.

Catherine's eyes narrowed as she took the glass. For the briefest of instants, their hands touched. "I know you, don't I?" Catherine asked suspiciously.

"Christmas party, two years ago," Sherri said with a nod. "My roommate couldn't find a date so she dragged me along."

"Of course," Catherine answered with the relief of sudden remembrance. "You are Cassandra's friend. Shirley?"

"Sherri," the black woman answered.

"Ah, of course, of course. The lesbian," Catherine ruminated. She tended to identify others by a single defining characteristic.

Sherri chuckled and said, "I assure you that is not my only winning quality."

Sherri laid her hand on Catherine's wrist and squeezed it. Catherine thought she noticed a strange glint in the younger woman's eye. Something seemed wrong with her gaze, but Catherine felt too drunk to inspect it further. She just knew that every time she looked in Sherri's eyes her body shuddered involuntarily. Sherri's touch lingered for a second longer then she turned around and returned to work.

Catherine blatantly leered at Sherri's body as she turned her back to grab a bottle of vodka from behind the bar. Sherri wore light blue hip-hugging jeans and a t-shirt so faded you couldn't even tell the name of the band it advertised any more. Sherri's jeans were tight and her ass looked plump and barely contained beneath the tightly compressed denim. Surely the intent of wearing those small of pants. Sherri obviously was not wearing a bra judging by the mold of her breasts beneath her shirt. Catherine hadn't looked upon a woman with lust for decades, but looking at Sherri she could feel the first pangs of desire. When Sherri turned around to serve a drink to a nearby customer Catherine quickly looked away so her staring would remain unnoticed.

Catherine looked over at the two married lesbians named Janet and Ellen as they scooted in closer to either side of their friend. Their friend Pamela looked uncomfortable as her friends pushed her skirt up and laid their hands on her thighs. Janet and Ellen leaned toward each other over Pamela's stool and began making out. Pamela leaned back and looked around awkwardly as her friends kissed with tongue a few inches from her face. Pamela turned her head and seemed to be eyeing the exit, perhaps feeling overly stimulated by events taking place at the bar. She would have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice the intense sexual vibe inside this place tonight.

Just as it seemed that Pamela was about to stand up, the spouse sitting nearest to Catherine named Ellen did something shocking. She licked her fingers and stuck them underneath her dress. Catherine saw Ellen's hand moving around her crotch through the material of her dress. Ellen breathed in sharply as she touched herself. It fully appeared that Ellen was fingering herself at the bar right next to Catherine. Without warning, Ellen pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought her hand up to Pamela's lips. Ellen's hand darted forward as she attempted to stick her sticky wet fingers into Pamela's mouth. Pamela nearly fell off her stool as she turned her head away and leaned back to avoid Ellen's fingers. Janet grabbed the back of Pamela's head by her hair with one hand and used the other hand to pull down on Pamela's jaw. Ellen forced her fingers into Pamela's mouth before her friend had any chance to react.

Catherine's mouth dropped open in shock and she backed away in anticipation of Pamela's certain freakout. This was a rather extreme prank, even between close friends. But surprisingly, once Pamela tasted Ellen's fingers she began sucking on them. Catherine actually heard the supposedly heterosexual Pamela murmur "Mmmmm..." as she moved her mouth up and down Ellen's fingers.
Ellen pulled her fingers out of Pamela's mouth while Janet removed her grip on Pamela's chin. While maintaining a firm grasp on a bunched up tangle of Pamela's hair, Janet mashed Pamela's lips to her own mouth. Pamela returned the kiss, opening her mouth and allowing Janet's intruding tongue to invade. The two wives seemed to know implicitly when the other should make the next move. As Pamela and Janet made out passionately, Ellen moved her fingers back down beneath the skirt of her dress. Catherine leaned forward slyly in order to see Ellen's hand pushing aside the crotch of her panties and rubbing the tips of her fingers inside her genitals. When Ellen's hand returned from below, it was covered in a thick, sticky, greenish-grey goo that glistened in the bar's overhead light.

Janet and Pamela wielded their tongues like deadly weapons brandished in combat with each other's mouths, kissing aggressively while biting and sucking on each other's lips and tongues. Pamela's conversations of being the only straight woman in the bar and having a husband that Catherine overheard must have been in jest. She licked and tongued Janet's mouth like she was about to throw down her stool, rip open Janet's pants and eat her in front of everyone. Ellen used her clean hand to pull Pamela's skirt up to her waist, exposing her thighs and groin. Catherine leaned even further forward, just enough to take a peek of Pamela's crotch without drawing attention. Pamela's underwear were nondescript gray panties that covered all the yummy bits. Ellen grabbed the cotton material covering Pamela's vagina and pulled it to the side. Catherine gulped at the sight of Pamela's hairy pussy. Pamela's dark, curly pubis obscured most of her genitals though Catherine could see a damp spot near her opening. Catherine watched Ellen squeeze Pamela's clitoris between two of her fingers while she rammed her cum-covered fingers deep inside Pamela's vagina.

Pamela howled in ecstasy as Ellen penetrated her body with fingers soaked in Ellen's Essence. Catherine had no way of knowing this, but Pamela was currently experiencing the most pleasurable sensation in the entire universe. The intermingling of another's Essence inside her own body provided delight strong enough to twist Pamela's mind completely. Pamela held Janet's mouth to hers as if she were clinging to dear life while she whimpered against the overwhelming sensation spreading from her crotch to the rest of her body. Pamela raised her pelvis a few inches off the stool and grinded herself up and down against Ellen's embedded fingers. A few seconds later, ejaculate dripped out of vagina like a leaky faucet.

Catherine looked around the bar to see if anyone else had noticed. How is no one seeing this, Catherine thought. This couldn't possibly be that common of an occurrence at this bar. Catherine found the sight of Pamela's timid unwillingness transforming into a tenacious sexual appetite equally disturbing and arousing. Pamela's cheeks turned a deep shade of red and her mouth hung open as a vacant expression came over her face. Ellen removed her cum-covered fingers from Pamela's vagina and placed her dripping wet digits inside Pamela's wide open mouth as the woman calmed down from her orgasm. Pamela's mouth closed automatically when she felt something enter it and she tasted her own pussy along with Ellen's. Catherine could hear Pamela's heavy breathing and the sucking noises coming from her mouth from two stools away. Catherine continued watching the scene unfold out of the corner of her eye. Ellen removed her fingers from Pamela's mouth, though the sucking pucker Pamela's mouth made after Ellen's fingers exited showed she was more than willing to continue sucking on Ellen's digits. Janet whispered into Pamela's ear and when she had finished speaking the flustered woman nodded to her. The three of them stood up at once and began walking toward the back area of the bar with Pamela sandwiched between Janet and Ellen. The trio held hands as they walked to the same area Catherine had seen other women disappearing to. Catherine wondered what could be back there. She had half a mind to stand up and find out for herself when Sherri finished serving drinks to the other patrons and engaged Catherine again.

"Can I get you anything else?" Sherri asked. "How do you like our bar?"

Catherine looked down at her half-full glass and considered the question before answering. "I'm good for now. This place is rather... unique. Very different from what I'm used to, anyways."

"It certainly is something else, isn't it?" Sherri chuckled as she looked behind Catherine. The older woman turned to see what Sherri was peering at. The redhead Catherine admired earlier had tied her date's hands to a table so that she was bent over it. The woman's pants and underwear had been pulled down to her ankles, exposing her bare buttocks while a line of women took turns spanking her. Catherine could see the red in her cheeks from across the bar. The butch woman winced in pain at every smack and looked like she was close to crying. The redhead looked on gleefully as her girlfriend was punished again and again.

"Wow," Catherine said to herself as she looked away and gulped down another fiery mouthful of scotch.

"So," Sherri asked inquiringly. "You got a boyfriend? I don't see a ring on that finger."

Catherine laughed sardonically and shook her head. "No. No, I do not."

"Looking for a girlfriend then? You are in a lesbian bar, after all."

Catherine laughed loudly again and said, "Not really. I just wanted to get drunk, and this bar was one of many along my path tonight."

"That's the reason you came," Sherri said. "That's not the reason you stayed."

Sherri laid her palm on top Catherine's hand and worked her fingers between Catherine's. Catherine blushed and she felt excitement welling inside her chest as she made true physical contact with another for the first time this evening. Was Sherri actually flirting with her? She probably does this with every customer, Catherine thought cynically. Teasing and making unkept promises would be an excellent way to generate large tips.

"Are you sure you aren't interested in more?" Sherri asked as her thumb rubbed against the side of Catherine's hand. "It seems like you are at least curious."

"I don't even know any more," Catherine answered truthfully.

"I saw you staring at Janet and Ellen with Pamela. You seemed pretty intrigued by their...friendliness." Sherri smiled mischievously at Catherine but let go of her hand to begin drying some pint glasses since there weren't any customers in need of assistance. Catherine had to stop herself from reaching back out for Sherri. It felt so nice to be touched, even in such a chaste fashion.

"It was kind of hard not to stare when it was happening right next to you," Catherine explained. Her eyes followed Sherri's plump bottom as she reached up to place glasses back on a shelf behind the bar. God I must be so drunk, Catherine thought. Sherri's body looked amazing right now.

Sherri turned back toward Catherine and laid her chin in her palm as her elbow rested on the barstand. "Do you think that's something you think you would want to try? Being with a woman?"

"I've experimented with women before," Catherine said proudly. "When I was much younger."

Sherri squinted her eyes with doubt. She obviously didn't believe it. "What does experiment mean?"

"Oh, I don't know. Kissing and cuddling. Having m-my..." Catherine was almost embarrassed to admit it, "My pussy licked."

"You've never actually given another woman oral sex, though?" Sherri inquired.

"No. Never," said Catherine emphatically.

"If you've never tasted pussy in your life then you haven't really been with a woman," Sherri said with a shake of her head. "You've been missing out. It's the best thing in the whole universe. I would bottle that flavor if I could."

Catherine decided to change the subject to something less awkward. "So do you have a girlfriend then?" Catherine asked. "Since you are so curious about my relationships."

Sherri grinned as she considered how to answer the question. "I suppose I'm in a committed relationship right now, but have no significant other. Does that make any sense?"

Catherine made a confused look. "Not really?"

Sherri shrugged. "I guess I have been trying to make something happen with my roommate."

"Ah," Catherine said with measured disappointment. Foolish of her to think that she had any chance. Catherine's eyes opened wide in shock as she recalled their earlier conversation. "Wait, you don't mean with Cassie?"

Sherri laughed bitterly and said, "Believe me, I wish. Unfortunately, she is as straight as an arrow. Straighter, actually. Actually, it's with her little sister."

Catherine looked surprised as she replied, "I didn't even know she had a sister."

"Yep," Sherri confirmed with a nod of her head. She grabbed a few cold bottles of beer from a fridge beneath the bar and handed them to a woman standing a few seats away holding out a twenty dollar bill. Catherine felt guilty for bothering Sherri while she worked but it was the cute bartender who kept engaging her in conversation after all.

Sherri made change for the buyer only for the woman to wave at her to keep it. Sherri threw the tip into a glass jar and turned back to Catherine, picking up right where their conversation left off.

"Honestly, I would much rather be with Cassandra," admitted Sherri. "Anna still has the mind and maturity of a typical college sophomore. Cassandra's a smart, funny, classy lady. Much more my type. But her sister Anna is smoking hot, like ten out of ten gorgeous." Sherri's eyes grew blank as she dried another glass and talked to herself. "Plus she's got these huge titties that require all of my self-control to keep myself from squeezing and fondling them whenever I see her wearing something sexy. She's just the perfect mix of innocent and adventurous too..."

"Mmm-hmm," Catherine murmured. She tried to hide her disappointment as Sherri droned on about the magnificence of her roommate's beauty. How silly of Catherine to think for even a second that someone might be genuinely interested in her. Catherine tossed back the remainder of her scotch and slammed the glass back down on the table harder than she meant to. Catherine stood up and turned to leave. But before she could depart, Sherri grabbed her by the wrist.

"Ms. O'Hara?" Sherri's high-pitched, supplicating voice was so adorable. "I'm taking my break in five minutes. I was wondering if you might like to join me? Keep me company, at least?" Sherri held Catherine's wrist firmly and laid her other hand over Catherine's cheek with tip of her thumb resting on the thin line between Catherine's lips.

Sobriety and propriety had abandoned Catherine entirely. Her chest felt hot and heavy as excitement filled her. She hadn't felt like this in years. Catherine kissed Sherri's thumb and felt drunk and bold enough to flick her tongue over it. Catherine felt Sherri pushing her thumb gently against her mouth. Catherine opened her lips and sucked on Sherri's thumb. It helped Sherri imagine the other places Catherine's tongue might be tonight.

Catherine pulled her mouth off Sherri's thumb with a loud sucking pop and said, "I think I might like that."

"Good," Sherri replied. She took her hand off Catherine's cheek and let go of her wrist. Catherine wished she would never let go. Sherri refilled Catherine's glass with more Johnnie Blue as Catherine sat back down. "For while you're waiting. This one's on the house." Sherri gave Catherine a wink. "When I'm done and someone's replaced me, just follow me."

Sherri took care of a couple more drink orders until she was relieved by a young punkish looking brunette woman with dark makeup, multiple piercings, and spiky hair. Sherri gave her replacement a hug and a kiss on the lips before exiting through a small slot on the side of the bar. Sherri blew Catherine a kiss and then walked toward the infamous back area. Catherine had seen some of the women who disappeared back there sitting at booths or dancing later on. It's not like she would vanish forever if she followed Sherri. But Catherine couldn't shake the sense of trepidation she felt as she considered venturing into the unknown. Catherine waited a minute and chugged her drink for courage before standing up and following Sherri.

Catherine looked back and forth as she walked to make sure she wasn't being watched, but no one paid her any mind. The women at Curvy were too focused on their own frivolity. The dancing had become intense, with clothes starting to come off though no one was entirely nude yet. The occupants sitting at tables near the dance floor enjoyed the show and clapped along with the music. Catherine sighted the Asian girl from before sitting in the same booth but apparently alone now. But the way she writhed and moaned told Catherine that she had switched places with the older woman she had serviced earlier. Catherine glanced back over to where the redhead and her girlfriend were sitting. The butch girlfriend remained tied to the table though a ballgag covered her mouth now. Her bare buttocks had been massaged and doused in baby oil while a group of women behind her took turns fingering both her holes. The redhead wore a devilish grin as she sat atop her girlfriend's back and spread her date's asscheeks apart to make her pussy and asshole easier for the women to access. The woman in bondage screamed against her gag and Catherine couldn't tell if her cries were of agony or ecstasy. Maybe both. Catherine shook her head in disbelief. She never heard of any bar or nightclub this wild. Even the sex club Catherine had been a member of in her thirties had been tamer than this.

As Catherine walked past one of the women's bathrooms the door to the restroom swung open. A blonde woman wearing glasses and her hair tied in a bun walked out guzzling a beer she had apparently brought in with her. Her eyes were a bright blue hue that shone brightly through the lens of her glasses. She was even larger than Catherine, bordering on obese. The woman smiled at Catherine and beckoned to her with a wagging finger. Catherine shook her head at her and tried to walk by.

The fat woman stepped in Catherine's way and said, "What, am I not good enough for you? A few too many pounds to handle? You're no spring chicken yourself." She jabbed Catherine between her breasts with her finger, right on Catherine's solar plexus. "She doesn't seem to mind, at least." The woman pointed her thumb behind her at a sexy young brunette exiting the bathroom. The brunette hottie adjusted her skirt clumsily as the large woman held the door open for her. She came up behind the large blonde and wrapped her arms around the woman's bulk.

"Can we go home, Margie?" the hot brunette whined. "I want you so badly. A finger and a lick in the bathroom isn't enough."

"Hold on," Margie complained. "I'm still drinking a beer and I wanted to see if this lady cared to join us. She looks like she could use a good fuck."

Catherine wanted to glare at Margie but was still in shock that such an attractive woman would associate with someone Catherine considered to be so undesirable. Margie's girlfriend lifted her hands up from Margie's bulbous gut to heft her enormous breasts. Margie's grand bosom still sagged and spilled outside her hands. The brunette said, "Let's just go. I want you and only you."

"Last chance," Margie offered to Catherine before she chugged her beer. "You can have both of us if you want. Carly is timid at first when we bring a third home but she'll come around eventually. Just don't try to lick her pussy, I'm the only one allowed to taste her sweet insides." Margie spoke nonchalantly even though her girlfriend was busy massaging her gigantic breasts from behind.

Catherine almost thought it would be worth it to see Carly's naked body, but a threesome was probably too great a leap for her. Baby steps. "I'm, uh, already meeting someone," Catherine explained.

"Oh, Sherri?" Margie asked as she looked behind her. "I thought I saw her walk by. Tell her good night for me. Oh, tell her it's been way too long also."

"Will do," Catherine said as she tried to get around Margie but the bulky woman wouldn't budge.

Margie finished the last of her beer and said casually, "Crazy night, huh? I've never seen the place like this."

"You mean the bar isn't normally like... this?" Catherine said as she pointed at a group of dancing women who had finally shorn their bras. Hands and mouths seemed to be wandering all over the shaking, writhing bodies on the dancefloor.

Margie chuckled and said, "Not at all. I mean, I've seen some wild shit when there's been private parties here. Plus there's always something or someone going down in the bathrooms. But never anything this open in public before. I've never seen this place so busy late on a Monday night either."

"Curious," said Catherine to herself.

"Yeah, real mystery of life," Margie said with a roll of her eyes. She burped loudly and chucked her beer bottle toward a trash can about ten feet away. She nailed her throw right in the dead center of the can and pumped her fist in celebration.

Carly had let go of Margie and walked around to the side. She pulled on Margie's arm and whined again, "Can we please go already? Come on, we've been here long enough."

"Goddamn, girl," Margie complained. "I've never been so annoyed at someone who can't wait to get home so they can eat my pussy."

Carly looked at Margie resentfully and nodded in Catherine's direction, "Please not in front of her, Margie."

"Really?" Margie said incredulously. "Like she couldn't guess what we were up to in the bathroom? Plus you're the one squeezing my tits in front of everyone. Stop pretending to be so modest."

Margie extended her hand to Catherine and said, "It was nice to meet you. I hope you have a good night." Catherine took Margie's hand in her palm and held it delicately while Margie squeezed her back with an iron grip.

"You as well," Catherine choked with a cringe as her hand was crushed. She massaged her sore hand after Margie let go of her.

"Come on honey, let's go home," Margie said as she put her arm around Carly's shoulder. "I've got a strapon with your name on it."

Carly laid her head on Margie's shoulder and reached her hand down the back of Margie's jeans as they walked away. "I love you," Carly sighed. Catherine could see Carly's hand fondling Margie's fat buttocks beneath her pants. She clearly loved the larger woman's body.

"I love you too," Margie said as she kissed Carly's brow and left the bar with her.

Catherine shook her head to collect herself. This night had been effective in destroying all her preconceived notions of women, sexuality, and attraction. Weirdly enough, Margie seemed like the most normal person Catherine had met at the bar tonight. Sherri seemed friendly enough but Catherine became unsettled whenever she looked into Sherri's eyes for too long.

With Margie no longer blocking her path, Catherine noticed Sherri up ahead holding a door that said 'employees only' open for her. When Catherine approached her Sherri said, "I see you met Margie."

"Yes," Catherine replied. "She certainly is rather... unique."

Sherri chuckled. "She is at that."

"She said to tell you good night," Catherine said. "Oh yes, she also said it's been too long. Whatever that means."

Sherri nodded in agreement. "Yes, far too long since I've spent the night with her and Carly. I will need to remedy that soon." She then spoke quietly only to herself but Catherine's perceptive hearing still picked it up. "Margie would make a formidable member of the Hive."

It all sounded like gibberish to Catherine but she did pick up the one intriguing thread of the conversation. "You mean you've actually had sex with Margie?" Catherine asked with disbelief.
Sherri shrugged and said, "As well as Carly on the same night. Is that really so hard to believe? Just because a woman is heavyset doesn't mean the sex won't be as good. Some women actually prefer their lovers to be a larger size."

Catherine felt Sherri's eyes sizing up her body as she spoke. Catherine encouraged Sherri's leering by pushing her chest out until her cleavage nearly burst from the bust of her dress and pulling her skirt up so her thighs showed beneath the hem of her dress. It had been so long since someone had looked at Catherine with desire. Sherri held her hand out to Catherine who promptly took it. Sherri led Catherine through the open door and then turned around to close the door behind her. The two were standing in a dimly lit hallway with two doors to each side and one at the far end. A bulletin board and different comic strips were pinned to the walls while a mop and bucket stood in a corner of the hallway. This was clearly an area normally open just to employees.

"Where exactly are we go-?" Catherine started to say before Sherri cut her off.

Sherri pushed Catherine up against the wall and forced her tongue into Catherine's unprepared mouth. Catherine felt shock for only an instant before returning the kiss. Sherri and Catherine wrapped their arms around each other, enveloping their bodies together. Sherri's mouth tasted like honey, pepper, and cigarettes mixed together. Their tongues swirled around inside each other's mouths before Sherri pulled her lips away from Catherine's mouth, sucking hard on Catherine's tongue during her departure.

"Oh my God," Catherine moaned into Sherri's ear as she felt Sherri's hands roaming her body. Sherri ran her hands up and down Catherine's fleshy sides, working her fingers between the folds of Catherine's body before moving her hands up to Catherine's large breasts. Catherine twined her fingers around the back of Sherri's neck, content to let Sherri do the exploring for now. Sherri fondled Catherine's sagging mounds in her hands and squeezed them as hard as she could. "Oh my God," Catherine repeated as Sherri grabbed her bodice and ripped it down to expose the pale masses of Catherine's breasts.

Catherine's bosom had once been medium-sized but since putting on weight they had blown up so full that they sagged down to the wrinkles of her belly. Large, round circles of brown areolae surrounded Catherine's abnormally sized nipples. They stuck out for inches and had been this way even before becoming overweight. Sherri leaned down to rub her face against Catherine's bosom, feeling the woman's pointy nipples poking against her cheeks as she shook her head back and forth on Catherine's breasts. Sherri's nose ring poked against Catherine's breast as Sherri's face waved against her chest. Catherine tended to sweat whenever she became nervous or excited, and she could feel moisture dripping down from the undercarriage of her large, sagging bosom. Beyond embarrassed at her body's natural reaction, Catherine apologized for the increasing sweatiness of her body.

"I like your sweat," Sherri answered with a grin as she lifted Catherine's left breast to lick droplets of sweat from underneath her fleshy mound. Sherri's tongue trailed upward to Catherine's nipple and Sherri swirled her tongue around the areola before clamping her teeth down on Catherine's teat. Catherine cried out as Sherri sucked and licked the bud of Catherine's breast and then switched her mouth over to the twin sister of Catherine's breast. After applying equal attention to the right of Catherine's bust, Sherri parted Catherine's breasts and stuck her head in the middle of Catherine's chest. Sherri put her hands on the sides of Catherine's bosoms and mashed Catherine's udders against her cheeks, smothering herself between Catherine's tits. She loved feeling completely enveloped by Catherine's breasts. Catherine stroked Sherri's hair as she held Sherri's face to her chest, still scarcely able to believe this was actually happening to her.

Sherri pulled her head off of Catherine's bosom and gasped for air. She kissed her way up from Catherine's chest to her shoulder, her lips leaving a wet trail up to Catherine's throat. Catherine moaned as Sherri nibbled on the fleshy sides of her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks. Sherri reached down and grabbed Catherine's ample posterior through the skirt of her dress with both hands. Sherri enjoyed how full Catherine's buttocks felt in her hands, even after spreading her fingers farther apart and clutching as much of Catherine's bottom as possible the flesh of her fat ass still spilled out of her hands. Catherine caressed Sherri's hair with one hand while the other was laid on Sherri's shoulder. Catherine had pulled the neck of Sherri's shirt down so Catherine could feel her soft, ebony skin. She still felt hesitant to actually feel Sherri's body, but just this little bit was nice. Sherri held Catherine tightly by her ass and used that leverage to grind her crotch against Catherine's, making it obvious if it wasn't already that Sherri wanted to fuck her. Catherine cried out every time her pelvis bumped against Sherri's crotch. The sexy, young dark-skinned held the older woman under her complete control. Catherine would do anything for her, make herself a slave if she could only feel Sherri's touch for a bit longer.

Sherri's hands creeped down Catherine's dress until they reached underneath Catherine's skirt. Sherri brought her hands up the back of Catherine's chubby thighs and rested her palms just below the paunch of Catherine's buttocks. Sherri kissed and licked at Catherine's lips teasingly, pulling away every time Catherine tried to take Sherri's tongue inside her mouth. She giggled at the sight of Catherine with her eyes closed and tongue sticking out expectantly. Sherri caressed the cellulite of Catherine's legs while trailing kisses all over the woman's face, wanting Catherine to know that she found enjoyment even in the parts of Catherine's body that Catherine disliked most.

Sherri licked upward from Catherine's cheek until her mouth was pressed against Catherine's ear. She whispered, "You are so fucking sexy, Ms. O'Hara. You are making me so wet right now." Catherine whimpered as Sherri licked inside her ear.

Sherri took one of her hands off Catherine's thigh and used it to unbutton and unzip her own jeans. Sherri took ahold of Catherine's hand and removed it from her shoulder. Catherine's breathing became heavy as Sherri slowly directed Catherine's hand toward the open fly of Sherri's crotch. Sherri shoved Catherine's fingers down the front of her pants and underwear and held Catherine's wrist so that she couldn't possibly move her hand away. Catherine gasped as she felt a shocking amount of wetness therein. It felt thick, warm, and sticky between her fingers. Catherine followed the wetness down until her fingertips discovered the petals of Sherri's blossoming flower. Catherine's fingers trailed around the lips of Sherri's vagina until they discovered an opening in the middle of them. Sherri breathed a single word, "Oh!", as Catherine extended her middle finger into the slit of Sherri's pussy. She could hear as well as feel the squishing as her fingers rubbed Sherri's growing wetness.

Catherine's fingers ran up and down Sherri's slit, dipping further and further inside Sherri's pussy with each approach and causing Sherri to stumble and lay her head against Catherine's shoulder until she recovered her balance. Sherri was through with this teasing, it was time to move to the next level. She needed to make sure Ms. O'Hara was good to go first. Sherri brought her hand that had been rubbing and squeezing Catherine's thigh around beneath Catherine's dress to feel her crotch. Sherri's eyes widened with delight when she realized what her fingers had discovered. It was skimpy, lacy black lingerie that a woman would only wear if she knew she was getting fucked that night.

Sherri sucked on Catherine's tongue for a moment while she petted Catherine's pussy through her underwear. Sherri grabbed Catherine's panties and rubbed the lacy material between her fingers as she observed, "Somebody has a naughty secret they desperately wanted to share with someone tonight."

Catherine giggled and replied, "You weren't who I was planning on discovering that, but I'm so glad you were the one who did."

Sherri sneaked her fingers underneath Catherine's underwear and probed around. "A nice, hairy pussy," Sherri said approvingly. "Just how I like it." Sherri grabbed a fistful of Catherine's dark, billowy pubic hair and tugged on it as hard as she could. Sherri cackled as Catherine cried out in a combination of pain and surprise.

The two women locked their lips together again as Catherine continued playing with Sherri's body. While still rubbing Sherri's vagina, Catherine felt brave enough now to explore Sherri's breasts. Her hand moved down from Sherri's face to cup her breast. Her chest felt soft and full beneath the thin layer of Sherri's t-shirt. Catherine had never appreciated before how beautiful and sexy a woman's body could be. Her hand ran down Sherri's side, feeling the curve where her body thinned at the waist before widening at the hips. Catherine reached her hand behind Sherri's back and enjoyed the ass she had been staring at earlier. Sherri moaned into Catherine's mouth as Catherine continued fingering her.

While Catherine examined Sherri's female form, Sherri rubbed Catherine's pussy repeatedly but despite her efforts Catherine's vagina remained bone-dry. Sherri rubbed her even more urgently and made out with Catherine passionately and sloppily to see if she could coax wetness from Catherine's aged body. But Catherine's face turned crimson as she realized that despite the intense arousal she felt she would not be able to display it physically. Sherri rubbed even more insistently and Catherine realized that it was in frustration that she couldn't get Catherine off.

Catherine ceased masturbating Sherri and placed that hand upon Sherri's wrist, dampening Sherri's skin with her own secretions. Catherine gently pulled Sherri's hand from her groin.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't do this for you," Catherine said sadly. "I can't be the lover you deserve." Catherine sobbed as she became overwhelmed with embarrassment and regret. "I might as well just die at this point. I'm not good for anything anymore."

Sherri stroked Catherine's cheek in sympathy. She wiped away one of Catherine's tears and said, "That is one of the silliest things I've ever heard. I happen to think you will do a lot of good for us, and I'm sure we will be good for you too."

"What are you talking about?" Catherine said as she looked up at Sherri. Catherine shivered and backed away instinctively when she looked into Sherri's eyes. Though they were staring right at her and showed awareness, there didn't seem to be any true presence behind them. The closest thing Catherine had to compare those eyes to was a mannequin's dead gaze.

Sherri took ahold of Catherine's hands and caressed them affectionately. "There is someone I want you to meet," Sherri said excitedly. "Will you come with me? If you do, it will be the best decision you ever make."

Catherine hesitated but her curiosity got the better of her. "Who exactly are we meeting?"

Sherri smiled and tugged on Catherine's hand to lead her to the end of the hallway. The only explanation Sherri offered was, "You will see soon enough." Before they reached the door at the end of the hall, Sherri stopped Catherine and said, "Wait."

A second later, the door swung open and Janet, Ellen, and Pamela walked through it together. Pamela looked way out of it, her head rested against Ellen's shoulder as she stumbled between Janet and Ellen. She was practically being carried by Janet and Ellen as she dragged her feet. While Janet and Ellen were still fully dressed, Pamela seemed to have misplaced her clothes somewhere. She wore only her underwear. Catherine recognized the grey cotton panties from before but the plain white bra supporting Pamela's breasts was new to her. Catherine tried not to be too blatant while looking at Pamela's body. Pamela possessed a well-endowed chest that she had hid well beneath her dress and her long, bare legs looked fantastic.

"Hi, Sherri!" Janet exclaimed when she noticed the two women standing in the hallway outside the door.

"Hey there, Janet," replied Sherri. "Were you three having fun in there?"

"Of course!" Ellen answered for her wife. "Unfortunately, we didn't realize the assimilation process was unable to work so soon after Pamela's Initiation."

"Yeah, we should have asked to be sure first but had forgotten we can ask any of our sisters at any time," Janet said regretfully. "We have a lot to learn still. We should have known it wouldn't take."

"We still got plenty of good use out of Pamela's fine-ass body though," Ellen said as she smacked Pamela's ass hard. Pamela grunted but seemed to show no reaction to a spanking that probably would have left Catherine in tears. "Pamela got to be formally introduced to her new majesty."

"You just looooved meeting her, didn't you Pamela?" Janet said to her friend before planting a wet kiss on her cheek. Pamela licked her lips lasciviously but otherwise didn't respond.

"Sherri, go ahead and cop a feel if you want," Ellen offered. "Never a better time than this." Ellen's arm around Pamela's shoulder reached down to cup her breast through her bra. Janet reached a hand down and rested it below Pamela's underwear on her friend's buttcheek. Catherine could see Janet's hand moving up and down and around, massaging Pamela's ass.

"Well then," Sherri said casually as she tickled Pamela's belly button. "Don't mind if I do." Sherri stretched open the waistband of Pamela's underwear and reached her fingers down into Pamela's panties. "Holy shit!" Sherri exclaimed as her fingers brushed against the lips of Pamela's vagina. "Her pussy is soaking wet!"

"Yep, for having only slept with men before tonight Pamela seems to get pretty turned on by eating pussy," Janet observed. Sherri pushed a finger in and out of Pamela's pussyhole. The incapacitated woman smiled and nuzzled her cheek against Ellen's shoulder lovingly as Sherri played with her pussy.

"You want any of this?" Sherri asked Catherine. Her entire finger was now buried in Pamela's vagina.

Catherine had done some sleazy things in her lifetime, but she didn't think she could molest a woman who by all appearances was blackout drunk. "I'm good." Catherine brought her lips to Sherri's ear and whispered, "You are all I want anyways." Sherri turned her head and kissed Catherine on the lips. She removed her hand from Pamela's underpants and laid it upon the thick fat of Catherine's upper thigh. Catherine could feel Pamela's accumulated wetness staining her skin. It still felt warm.

"Well, let's get her moving then," Ellen said. "We will need to bring Pamela back to be properly introduced to her. But for now we are going to let her become a bit more lucid and then share her with some of our..." Ellen looked warily at the uninitiated and unassimilated Catherine. "...our fellow barmates."

Sherri squeezed Catherine's thigh and then reached up to grab Pamela by her chin. Pamela's eyes fluttered open as she looked at Sherri. "Yes, very pretty," Sherri murmured. "I believe I'm going to have you tonight as well." Pamela's eyes closed again and she laid her head back down upon Ellen's shoulder. Janet and Ellen carried Pamela out with her feet dragging behind her.

In her drunken stupor, Catherine understood less than half of what had been exchanged between Sherri and the other women. Some lesbo nonsense that she couldn't begin to understand. Catherine ignored most of what she heard but had to ask. "How did you know the door was opening?"

"What's that?" Sherri asked distractedly. She was busy looking back at Pamela's bottom as she was dragged away.

"How did you know the door was opening?" Catherine asked as she held Sherri's arm. "You told me to stop and right after that the door opened. If you hadn't stopped me the door would have slammed right in my face."

"Why don't you come and find out how I knew?" Sherri said mischievously as she opened the door and walked through it. Catherine had little choice but to follow.

Catherine walked into some sort of storage room except the shelves of liquor and beer kegs had all been shoved back against the walls so that it was just a large open space with a single table in the middle. Lit candlesticks were strewn throughout the room, providing the only source of illumination and adding a ritualistic ambience. Sherri held her arm out and said, "Catherine. Let me introduce you to the Queen."

Out of the shadows stepped the most breathtaking woman Catherine had ever seen. The raven-haired beauty wore a draping purple dress that matched the color of her eyes. Her dark hair fell to her breasts where it curled softly, more perfect looking than any woman's hair deserved to be. Her face epitomized true human beauty with piercing eyes, a sharp pointed nose, and full, sensual lips. Her body was perfect. She possessed large breasts, buttocks, and thighs and wide-set hips without seeming to have a single ounce of fat on her body. She had a regal bearing, clearly a woman used to command. Catherine hobnobbed with actual queens and princesses when she traversed Europe in her youth. This woman was the first person that Catherine could ever actually consider royalty. Her beauty seemed impossible, because instead of feeling ugly or less desirable next to her Catherine actually felt more attractive for being the same gender and species as this creature.

"How do you do?" Catherine said nervously as she held out her hand. "Catherine O'Hara. You look absolutely stunning." She didn't think she could bear it if this exquisite creature spurned her.

The Queen seemed amused by Catherine's gesture, but still took Sherri's hand in hers. Catherine thought she felt electricity surging throughout her body as their skin touched. Was that a hint of arousal twingeing in Catherine's genitals? The sensation had arrived and departed so quickly that Catherine couldn't tell for sure. "Thank you, Catherine. I am well," the Queen answered. "But I know that you are not." The Queen's voice sounded low, husky, and sensual.

Catherine's face dropped. "How do you know?"

"I can tell by the way you look at yourself. What you think when you look at yourself in the mirror."

Catherine shuddered under the Queen's penetrating gaze. She had a worrisome feeling that she couldn't refuse the Queen anything. Catherine would do whatever she said without question. Catherine managed to tear her eyes away from the glory of the Queen's form and looked over at Sherri. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, observing whatever would transpire next. Her participation was over for now.

The Queen stepped closer to Catherine, causing the older woman's face to turn a deep color of red and sweat to begin forming all over her body. Just being in the presence of the Queen did something strange to Catherine. The Queen gestured toward Catherine and stated, "I need you to remove your clothing, Catherine."

Catherine managed to only stammer for a bit before asking, "B-b-but why?"

"Because you are about to be reborn," the Queen answered. "Have you ever heard of any creature born with clothing?"

Catherine's hand moved hesitantly to the zipper on the back of her dress. She couldn't explain why she obeyed. She felt a compelling, overwhelming need to see where this led. Catherine pulled down her zipper and lifted the straps of her dress over and off each of her shoulders. Catherine let the dress fall to her ankles, her heavy bosom flopping up and down as the bodice clung to her chest. She stepped out of the dress, careful not to trip on it with her high heels and totally embarrass herself. Catherine's nipples hardened as her breasts were bared for her new Queen.
"All of it," the Queen commanded.

Catherine looked down at her underwear. Gaps in the black, flowery lace were transparent enough that her curly pubic hair and the brown mounds of her pussy lips were visible through the fabric. Since there was very little left to hide, Catherine went ahead and pulled her underwear down to her ankles and kicked the lingerie away with her foot. Catherine stood up straight and tall as she could manage wearing only her black shoes. It was hard not to feel self-conscious with two women staring at her naked body.

"Look at yourself," the Queen said as she waved a hand toward the wall behind her. "Tell me what you see."

Catherine hadn't even noticed a mirror in the room before. It seemed to float suspended in the air and Catherine couldn't see the edges of the that cast her reflection. Every time she tried to perceive the frame of the mirror her gaze slid away like the image was slippery.

Catherine looked at herself with dissatisfaction. Sagging, drooping breasts fell to either side of her chest. A large paunch of wrinkly belly fat down hung to her crotch. Her thighs stood as thick as tree trunks and her arms weren't much better. Her skin had begun to age and turn wrinkled.

"I look hideous," Catherine whispered.

"Nonsense," the Queen said. "You are a woman, and that makes you as beautiful as anything in this universe. Look at your image now."

Catherine watched with amazement at her reflection in the mirror as her skin tone changed and her wrinkles disappeared. The fat sucked back into Catherine's body and her limbs slimmed. Her hair darkened and became more luscious. She looked exactly as she had over thirty years ago when her modeling career began. With that skinny of a body that still retained a sizable bosom and shapely thighs, what man or woman could ever resist her?

"That is still how you look on the inside," the Queen said as she approached Catherine. "It's how I see you anyways." Catherine looked down at her body and saw regretfully that it had not actually changed. It was all an illusion. "I desire your body, Catherine," the Queen said with a hungry tone that sounded like she would rather devour Catherine than make love to her. "You belong to me now."

The Queen placed her mouth upon Catherine's and forced her tongue between Catherine's lips. Pleasure surged through Catherine's body as she felt the Queen's body close to hers. It felt like electricity flowing from the Queen's lips to Catherine's nerve endings, specifically centralized inside Catherine's vagina. Catherine sucked on the Queen's tongue and wrapped her arms around the Queen's neck. Catherine couldn't believe a woman this incredible would have any interest in her. She felt a presence moving behind her and realized it was Sherri. Catherine purred as Sherri set her hands upon Catherine's wide-set hips and began leaving wet, sucking kisses on her neck and shoulders.

Sherri whispered into Catherine's ear while the mature woman's tongue moved in unison with the Queen's. "What if I told you that you could belong to something greater, Catherine. You would never have to worry about feeling attractive enough. Forget trying to be pleasing or subservient enough for men. You could have any woman you wanted worshipping you on their knees, slaves to your sick pleasures." Sherri stuck her tongue inside Catherine's ear, causing Catherine to whimper pitifully. For the first time in over five years, Catherine felt dampness forming between her legs. She flowed so strongly that Catherine squeezed her thighs together to prevent the dripping from moving past her thighs. This so-called Queen was doing something to her, something that Catherine still didn't fully understand. All she knew was that she had never wanted anything more in her life than she wanted this.

"What will I have to do?" Catherine asked fearfully.

"Remember when I told you that you have never really been with a woman until you've licked pussy? Just get down on your knees," Sherri recommended. "Kneel and worship your Queen."

Sherri placed her hands on Catherine's shoulders and helped push her down gently yet firmly until Catherine's knees touched the floor. Catherine sat with her lower legs folded beneath her. The stilettos of her black heels pointed behind her with the toe end of the pumps resting on the floor. Sherri grabbed a handful of Catherine's straight black hair and pulled back on it. Catherine cried out as Sherri forced Catherine's head to point up so they could look at each other.

"I recommend you close your eyes for this part," Sherri said wickedly. "It will go much easier for you if you do."

Catherine gulped with apprehension but nodded and did what she was told. The fear she felt became intermixed with her sense of curiosity. They were essentially the same emotion by this point. The last thing Catherine saw before shutting her eyes was the Queen's muscled thighs slowly being revealed as she lifted up her dress. After Catherine's eyelids closed, she experienced what felt like soft, delicate fingers moving across her face. They caressed her cheeks and chin before wrapping themselves tightly around the back of her head. A few seconds later, Catherine felt something brushing against her lips. Catherine fully expected to feel the wrinkled lips of the Queen's vagina on her mouth but instead she felt something stiff and pointed like a man's penis. It seemed like some sort of glistening wet shaft that was resting against her lips. Sherri still gripped Catherine's hair and she pressed down forcefully on Catherine's head to push her mouth down upon the foreign object. Catherine opened her mouth to receive her Queen.

The phallus in Catherine's mouth felt like a large bulbous cock with fine bristles dotting the shaft. The long, thick rod pushed past Catherine's lips to fill her mouth. It had been years since Catherine had performed oral sex on a man, but the act when practiced enough became an instinct that could never truly be forgotten. Catherine's large mouth had been famous around the world for how much she could fit into it. She had once taken the cocks of two Japanese billionaires in her mouth at the same time.

The tiny bristles on the shaft tickled Catherine's tongue but otherwise the object was mostly similar to a penis. The taste however was entirely different from the fleshy, sweaty flavor of penis. Simply put, this object in her mouth was the sweetest and richest thing Catherine had ever tasted in her life. Catherine moved her mouth up and down the length of the shaft, sucking upon it every time her mouth pulled back on the phallus. Sherri's hand continued pressing down on Catherine's head insistently, encouraging Catherine to take the Queen deeper in her mouth. Catherine obeyed Sherri's urging and took a little more of the Queen's cock in her mouth every time her head bobbed down on it. Catherine didn't know whether this was a flavored dildo or if the Queen was actually a transexual, she just knew that she hadn't done anything this sexually satisfying in decades. Her normally desolate pussy became more and more drenched with desire.

"There you go, Ms. O'Hara," Sherri said encouragingly. She took her hand off Catherine's head, the woman needed no more assistance in pleasuring her Queen any more. "Take it all. Take what is yours. This is what you need. What you deserve."

Catherine put her hands on the Queen's perfect hips and gripped them so she had leverage as she took the Queen's shaft deep into her mouth, pushing and pulling on the Queen's body so her cock could fuck Catherine's mouth. The Queen's shaft tasted so good that Catherine wanted to swallow it; failing that she wanted to gobble it down until it filled her throat. Catherine's gag reflex must have been suspended because she took the entire length of the Queen's phallus without choking once. Catherine's windpipe expanded to accommodate the enormous shaft being thrust down her throat. Drool dripped down the sides of Catherine's mouth to pool between the chins of her neck. Catherine's mouth made sick sucking noises as she ate the Queen's cock. What Catherine assumed were the Queen's soft fingers continued holding Catherine's head tenderly but tightly.

What felt like little droplets of precum squirted out of the end of the shaft right down Catherine's throat. Catherine didn't think anything could taste better than this phallus, but whatever was coming out of it tasted so sweet it made the shaft taste bitter by comparison. Every time she felt a little squirt in her mouth, pleasure coursed through her body like electricity. Catherine had never known a feeling like this. Her loins overflowed with arousal with lines of pleasure dripping down the inside of her thighs while she tried to suck the Queen dry. Catherine could feel her nose poking below the Queen's tummy as she fit all of the Queen in her mouth.

Catherine couldn't take it any more. She had to see what was giving her so much pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked up with a nine-inch shaft buried down her throat. What Catherine saw horrified her. The soft fingers that caressed her face were actually squirming tentacles that sprouted from the sides of the Queen's vagina like the legs of a crab. The shaft inside Catherine's mouth was a huge phallus that grew out of the top of the Queen's vagina where the clitoris should have been. Catherine could see the Queen's vagina up close, but instead of brown wrinkled lips surrounding a pink center it was a gaping maw that had sharp points almost like teeth ringing the inside of it. A greenish-grey slime dripped out of the Queen's genitals like a hungry beast drooling at the sight of dinner.

Catherine's body shook with revulsion and she tried to tear herself away, but the Queen's strong tentacles held her head fast. Her arms fell slack to her sides, unable to assist in any way. Catherine ceased sucking on the Queen so Sherri pushed and pulled on Catherine's hair, forcing her mouth up and down the Queen's phallus. At the same time, the Queen thrust her hips forward to penetrate Catherine's mouth every time Sherri pushed her head down the Queen's cock. The only part of Catherine's body that seemed to still work were her eyes and she could do nothing but watch as her body was violated.

Despite Catherine's disgust, the Queen's phallus only tasted better and better in her mouth as it slid against Catherine's tongue. The pleasure building inside her pussy only became stronger as well, making her thighs a sogging, sloppy mess. Suddenly, Catherine felt the Queen's body tensing up. Catherine wondered fearfully about what would happen when this monster had her orgasm. The Queen's phallus writhed in Catherine's throat and the tip of the shaft opened wide. A small pod only the size of a pea ejected itself from the end of the Queen's cock directly into Catherine's throat and traveled down into her stomach.

"Now we are one," the Queen said as she ripped her shaft free from Catherine's mouth. Catherine's wails echoed through the room as she felt the most intense orgasm of her life occur multiple times every second. Catherine's ejaculate expelled from her vagina with such force that it sprayed the floor with a loud splashing noise. The experience didn't end there, though. As the pod moved through Catherine's body it changed her mind and body. During the pod's journey Catherine's orgasms continued unabated. The Queen still held her tentacles around Catherine's head, caressing her skin lovingly as Catherine began her transformation. Catherine screamed so loudly and long that her voice cracked and her moans sounded out as a quiet, pathetic whimper. Catherine's come flowed out of her in a stream that eventually slowed to a trickle. The orgasms still rocked her body, but they occurred only every few seconds now. A few errant drips of ejaculate continued to dribble out of her, but she was literally drained of all her come. Catherine's vagina contracted and pushed outward so far it nearly prolapsed as she felt her final dry orgasm.

Catherine felt the pod moving through her body, passing through her stomach and snaking through her intestines. As the pod brushed against Catherine's bladder, she lost all control of that organ. Catherine gasped as urine flowed out of her in a bright yellow stream that created a puddle of piss and come that soaked her lower legs. Catherine felt her bowels moving next and she strained with exertion to prevent herself from defecating on the floor. Catherine felt her anus opening and closing while sweat poured down her body as she forced her sphincter to clench down tightly. If there weren't two other women standing around her Catherine probably would have just given up and let herself go potty. Thankfully, the urge to shit passed without incident.

Catherine regained the use of her arms and wrapped them around herself. Catherine rocked back and forth as she felt her body changing. The pod located her uterus and attached itself to Catherine's body permanently. Catherine gasped at the short, sharp pain as the pod became part of body, but then the transformation was complete.

Catherine's senses became sharper; she seemed to be more sensitive to hearing, taste, smell, and touch. Remarkably, even though Catherine had been drunk, so drunk she had been willing go through with this in the first place she now felt completely sober. If Catherine could have seen her eyes she would have noticed the sentience and humanity leaving them only to be replaced by something alien. Catherine realized she could feel the presence of Sherri and the Queen in the room. Of course she could see them standing in front of her, but in some strange way she could feel them as well. Even from behind a closed door she would be able to point to exactly where they stood in the adjacent room. Catherine could feel others as well, some far away but many who were in this same bar. Catherine felt a group of them coming closer.

"Arise, my daughter," announced the Queen.

Catherine smiled with uncontained glee as she stood up on her feet. She never thought she would be referred to as a daughter again in her life. Her own mother had died tragically young over forty years ago. But in a sense the Queen's pronouncement was accurate. The Queen was far older than Catherine and she had indeed given Catherine a new life. Catherine certainly felt reborn at the moment.

"What have you done to me?" Catherine asked.

"We assimilated you into the Hive," Sherri said as she handed Catherine a warm, dry towel that had been sitting on a shelf. "You don't mind, do you?"

Catherine dried her body off with the towel. Besides the sweat that covered Catherine's body, her inner thighs were drenched with her come. Catherine wiped herself around her crotch, shins, and knees, cleaning the parts of her that had just been sitting in a puddle of her own urine. "Why would I mind?" Catherine asked. "This feels incredible."

{You have no idea} Catherine jumped as she heard the voice echoing inside her head. It belonged to Sherri, but Catherine had been looking right at the woman and never saw her lips move.

"How did she do that?" Catherine asked the Queen, who stood with a hand on her hip staring dispassionately at the two women. Her phallus poked out from under her dress, leaving the hem lifted up and exposing her sexy legs.

{She is a Hivesister just like you} Now it was the Queen's voice speaking inside Catherine's head. {You are now one who is many and many who are one.}

Before Catherine could ask another question, she felt the presence of several women outside the room. Catherine turned to see a half-dozen women burst through the door. They were all women that Catherine had watched earlier in the bar but Catherine only overheard the names of a few of them. Yet she knew the women's names implicitly as soon as she looked at them. There was Janet and Ellen with whom she had become acquainted with earlier. Their friend Pamela remained close to them as well. The kinky young redhead who was named Genevieve was there too along with the older woman Jean and her sexy young Asian partner Yukio.

While Pamela still wore only her underwear, Catherine was surprised to find the other women fully clothed. While the bar was filled with females who had been Initiated or Assimilated into the Hive, there were many who left who had yet to be converted. Some measure of modesty had to remain lest the potential new members be scared away before they could be ensnared.

Catherine realized that she could sense all of the women except Pamela. That woman did not seem to be like the rest of them. She must not have been successfully assimilated by the Queen yet. The earlier attempt had been aborted once it was learned that Pamela hadn't fully absorbed Janet and Ellen's Essence yet. The Queen's pod would have done nothing productive, seeking the traces of Essence inside Pamela and attempting to combine with the Essence rather than attaching itself to Pamela's body. If the pod did not assimilate its host soon enough it would dissolve, so women had to be free of the Essence for a certain number of hours before assimilation would work.

It was too bad they had to stop in the middle of the ritual. Pamela had been in love with the Queen's cock. Ellen and Janet had to physically restrain Pamela to keep her from continuing to try and gobble the Queen's phallus. They finally had to hold her down and get her off with their fingers and tongues to make Pamela calm down. The Queen could only release so many pods per day and they couldn't waste a single one with the Hive still bearing such insignificant numbers. Pamela would have her chance again, though she had clearly shown issues with patience. She kept glancing at the Queen's crotch, wondering when she might have the Queen's delicious member penetrating her mouth again.

Even though she hadn't been assimilated, Pamela seemed to be under the influence of some sort of hypnosis as she remained under the thrall of Janet and Ellen. Catherine's knowledge of the Hive was still scant, but she believed the control Janet and Ellen exerted over Pamela had something to do with the substance she had seen leaking from Ellen's pussy earlier. Catherine noticed Janet and Ellen both had their hands on Pamela's ass, fondling her buttocks in their hands while Pamela smiled dumbly at them. Catherine's Hivesisters sent their greetings and congratulations psionically instead of speaking them aloud.

{Welcome to the Hive!} Jean sent.

{You are where you belong now} sent Yukio. {Here with us for all of time}

{Hey there, sexy.} Janet and Ellen sent in unison.

{Get ready for the best night of your entire fucking life} sent Genevieve.

Sherri sent a message to all of the gathered women. {Ladies, let's give Catherine a proper welcome to the Hive}

The women circled around Catherine and began to surround her. As they moved in closer and pawed at her naked flesh, Catherine whispered, "Oh my God." Jean, Janet, and Ellen would not normally be considered conventionally attractive the way Genevieve and Yukio were. Jean was a frumpy middle-aged lesbian while Janet looked like a girl pretending to be a boy and Ellen like a boy pretending to be a girl. But right now, as they grasped Catherine's breasts, thighs, ass, and pussy they were the most beautiful things Catherine had ever seen.

"Oh my Goddess would be more accurate," Sherri said snarkily as she nodded toward the Queen. The Queen still stood watching with a hand on her hip, acting as a passive observer to these activities. Her phallus had recessed far back into her womb until it only appeared as an abnormally large clitoris. The Queen pulled her dress back down and smoothed the wrinkles that had formed in it. Even fully clothed, she still was the sexiest woman Catherine had ever seen.

As Janet and Ellen moved closer to share Catherine's breasts with each other Pamela followed behind them like an eager puppy dog worried they were being left out of something awesome. Janet noticed her 'straight' friend tagging along behind her and glared back at her. "Once you are among the assimilated you will be allowed to have stand with us," Janet told her friend. "But until then you are nothing but our fucktoy."
Ellen pointed at the floor. "Get down on your knees and wait until we have a use for you." Pamela lowered herself to her knees dutifully and sat patiently with her hands on her thighs as she awaited further instructions.

Catherine's Hivesisters took her from every direction. Janet and Ellen attacked each of Catherine's breasts from the side, fondling Catherine's humps in their hands while their tongues and teeth teased and tortured Catherine's nipples. Jean stood in front of Catherine with her hand extended, grasping Catherine by her crotch. Her fingers wormed their way deep inside Catherine's pussy and wiggled around inside her vagina while the palm of Jean's hand massaged Catherine's clitoris. A hand had never felt so good on Catherine's privates before. She knew innately that sexual pleasure had been increased dramatically by her transformation. It seemed impossible to quantify, but Catherine felt sure that her sense of pleasure had increased by tenfold. Sex would never be the same again.

Yukio stood behind Catherine and grabbed her hair roughly. Yukio pulled back on Catherine's head so their lips met and she forced her tongue into Catherine's mouth. Catherine sucked on Yukio's tongue and detected the distinct taste of cherries. Yukio kissed her way down to Catherine's neck and suckled on it as Catherine's moaning began. Yukio's lips made their way back up to Catherine's ear. The beautiful young Asian alternated between licking inside Catherine's ear and whispering to her the filthy things they were going to do to each other tonight. The pleasure welling through her body nearly overwhelmed Catherine. She sighed heavily as all of her prayers were answered. There would never be a shortage of beautiful women to love her and partake in pleasure with her. She never had to worry about feeling lonely again. She would never be alone as long as she was part of the Hive.

Yukio made out with Catherine again, and the two danced their tongues between each other's mouths while all of Catherine's erogenous zones except one were stimulated. Genevieve planned to remedy the one lapse. The freckled redhead sat on her knees behind Catherine and spread the much older woman's ample posterior apart, jiggling Catherine's fleshy buttocks as she gripped them. Genevieve stuck her face in Catherine's asscrack and inspected it closely.

Genevieve remarked, "You have a really dirty asshole, Cath." Catherine would normally have been feel mortified at someone commenting on her dirty bum, but she detected no disgust in Genevieve's tone and realized she was merely making an observation. The slutty redhead even sounded enthused by her discovery.

"Yeah, her ass was prairie-dogging after the Queen assimilated her," Sherri said with a grunt. She had found a good use for Pamela. Sherri pulled her pants and underwear down to her ankles and stood hunched over Pamela's face. Sherri had her apple bottom pressed against Pamela's mouth. Pamela ran her tongue up and down Sherri's asscrack, licking from the bottom of Sherri's pussy up to her asshole and then back down again. Sherri worked her ass up and down in rhythm with Pamela's tongue to aid in her licking. Sherri sighed as she felt the tip of Pamela's tongue flicking inside her asshole before quickly departing.

"I was worried Catherine might shit herself, but she has a remarkable amount of self-control," Sherri continued. "The effect of the Queen's assimilation can be quite... overwhelming. I seem to recall we had quite a mess to clean up after you were converted, Genie."

"It was sooo worth it," Genevieve retorted. She stuck her tongue out and took a quick little taste of Catherine's anus. Catherine gasped as she felt something warm and wet slithering around the rim of her asshole. After she finished cleaning, Genevieve put her lips over Catherine's anus and kissed it before slurping and sucking on Catherine's hole like it was the tastiest meal in the world. Maybe to her, it actually was. "Mmmmm, yummy!" Genevieve exclaimed as she ate Catherine's ass. Catherine's eyes bugged out due to the sheer pleasure Genevieve's mouth gave to the dirtiest part of her body.

Catherine felt overwhelmed with pleasure, and with so many women surrounding her she had no idea what to do with her hands. She mashed Janet and Ellen's faces against her breasts, took the opportunity to play with Jean's pussy in a bout of mutual masturbation, caressed Yukio's face as they kissed, and held Genevieve's face to her ass. The redhead's commendable performance of analingus was doing strange things to Catherine. She had experienced this feeling a few times before, but only when she had paid gigolos to do it to her. As part of the transaction, she had to make sure her hole was perfectly clean inside and out and the male prostitutes had performed begrudgingly and without pleasure. Genevieve, on the other hand, ate Catherine's ass like it was her last meal before execution. Not only was her fervor making Catherine hot, the fact that Genevieve licked Catherine's ass even though the rim of Catherine's hole was dirty with excrement mixed with sweat and probably smelled foul turned Catherine on even more. The dirtiness didn't bother Genevieve at all as she attempted to tease Catherine's hole open wide enough to stick her tongue inside it. She was successful.

"Oooohh fuuuuccckkk. Your tongue is inside my shithole," Catherine moaned.

"Mmm," was the only audible response Genevieve provided. But a few seconds later she sent {I love it when you talk dirty to me. The nastier the better. Let me know how much you love my tongue in your dirty hole.}

So there were advantages to this form of communication that Catherine hadn't even considered yet. She tried a sending for the first time. {I love how your tongue feels wiggling inside my asshole. It makes me feel so dirty. Can you taste my shit inside there? You love the taste of it don't you?}

Unused to this new form of communication, Catherine accidentally sent her message to everyone in the room. The women all laughed out loud as they realized instantly what had happened. Pamela stopped licking Sherri long enough to chuckle along with everyone else, though the dumb bimbo she had been turned into had no way of hearing the transmission. Catherine actually blushed, though she could never feel embarrassed around these women. She would have to spend more time practicing sending until she got the hang of it.

The decadent pleasure being committed on Catherine's body continued for awhile until Sherri interrupted. "You have to try this, Ms. O'Hara. Take Pamela for a ride."

The women all broke away from Catherine, leaving her highly aroused but not yet satisfied. Janet and Ellen gave Catherine's nipples a final squeeze before backing away. Genevieve actually had difficulty pulling her tongue out of Catherine's ass since it was stuck so far inside her rectum and Catherine's sphincter had clenched tightly upon it. Jean took her slimy wet fingers covered with Catherine's Essence and stuck them in her mouth. After delighting in Catherine's flavor she offered her hand to Catherine and Yukio for them to share the taste. Catherine sucked on Jean's fingers in wonderment at how good she tasted like now. After Yukio had her turn and licked Catherine's Essence off Jean's fingers she again kissed Catherine and passed Catherine's secretions pass and forth between their mouths.

{You are a nasty little girl, Yukio} Catherine sent.

{You have no idea} Yukio sent with a wicked grin. An image, a flash that appeared and was gone in an instant came unbidden to Catherine's mind. It was a scene that Yukio had created in her mind and shared with Catherine. It showed Catherine and Yukio naked, with Catherine squatting over Yukio. The Asian laid prone on the floor with her mouth open wide, preparing to act as Catherine's toilet. Catherine couldn't believe that Yukio's shy and exotic appearance hid such a nasty slut.

Before Catherine could make Yukio change fantasy to reality, Sherri directed her toward the only table in the room. Sherri pushed Catherine gently onto her back and then grabbed Pamela by her hair. Sherri dragged Pamela along, forcing her to crawl behind her to the table. Sherri pulled on Pamela's hair until she sat up on her knees near Catherine's crotch and then Sherri pushed Pamela's head between Catherine's thighs. Catherine still wore her high-heels, the only piece of her clothing that remained. She stuck her feet straight up in the air and then spread her legs wide apart to allow Pamela the best access to her genitals

"Show our Hivesister how good of a cuntlicker you've become, Pam," goaded Ellen.

"Yeah, an hour ago you were talking about how disgusting vaginas were and bragging how straight people had better sex," Janet added. "Considering this will be the third pussy you've licked tonight I would say you're starting to reconsider."

Pamela placed her hands on the outside of Catherine's legs where her thighs met her buttocks and buried her mouth in Catherine's cunt. Pamela's eyes were feverish and desperate as she licked Catherine. She starved for pussy like a depraved lesbian whore. Catherine threw her head back and moaned as she felt Pamela's lips munching on her labia before moving her tongue to the middle of Catherine's slit. For being such a recent convert to homosexuality, Pamela ate pussy like a professional. She understood that while being licked right in the hole of a woman's vagina felt amazing, the clitoris was what demanded the most stimulation. Pamela flicked her tongue over the bead of Catherine's clit and worked the sensitive growth between her teeth gently. Pamela's tongue felt incredible as it curled over Catherine's clitoris. It didn't hurt that following Catherine's transformation sexual sensitivity had strengthened dramatically. This felt ten times better than any oral sex Catherine had ever received before.

Catherine wasn't the only one who felt the effects of a recent change to their body. Merely the taste of Catherine's Essence caused Pamela to secrete arousal from her vagina. Pamela quickly discovered that the pleasure she felt increased proportionally to how well she ate Catherine's pussy. She knew that the louder Catherine moaned the more her pussy quivered with sensation. Pamela planted her face onto Catherine's vagina, using her entire mouth to pleasure her partner. Pamela grinded her lips against Catherine's pussy and flicked her tongue wildly. She had buried her tongue so deeply in Catherine's cunt that Catherine could only see her hair and none of Pamela's face beneath the sizable mound of Catherine's pubic hair. Pamela had completely soaked through her panties, changing the light grey to a dark wet shade. Her underwear was so drenched that droplets dripped through the bottom of Pamela's panties to the floor. The assorted women laughed and pointed out how aroused the straight woman was becoming from licking pussy. The women had grabbed a bottle of liquor from a shelf and were passing it around taking pulls straight from the bottle and fondling each other as as they watched the show. Jean and Yukio were already eyeing each other again and Genevieve was considering making Janet and Ellen her new fucktoy slaves, perhaps gaining Pamela in the process as well.

Catherine felt a tension developing in her body that grew along with her pleasure. She knew that Pamela's tongue was bringing her close to climax. The Queen walked over to Catherine and caressed her face as a mother would show affection to a young child. She could feel Catherine's dam about to burst, but still Catherine's reluctance held her back. The Queen leaned down and kissed Catherine on the lips before whispering in her ear, "Do not be afraid. Let everything go, Catherine."

Catherine wailed as she felt an orgasm overtake her body. Come exploded out of Catherine's vagina with a sickening spurting sound. Her ejaculate felt thicker and more substantial than usual. Catherine's body writhed and her hands reached out to grasp Pamela's head. Her pelvis thrust against Pamela's face as Pamela used her mouth to milk every last drop of cum from her body. Pamela squealed into Catherine's pussy as the taste of Essence stimulated her own orgasm.

While Catherine came Sherri sneaked up behind Pamela and squatted down next to her. She peeled Pamela's wet underwear down off her pelvis and stuck her fingers up Pamela's cunt. Pamela sighed as she felt her pussy being filled. Sherri found Pamela's pussy to be completely drenched by her own secretions. Sherri wriggled three of her fingers back and forth inside Pamela and asked, "You fucking love this, don't you?"

Pamela currently lacked the cognitive ability to answer her, the most reaction she could muster was to look up and smile like an idiot at Sherri with the grayish-green slime of Catherine's come covering her face and hair. The only thing Pamela could comprehend at the moment was that someone's fingers were inside her, providing pleasure to her body. She had just come a minute ago, but that didn't mean she couldn't again. Pamela lived for pleasure only now. She brought her hands up to her breasts and played with them as she rocked her body back and forth against Sherri's fingers, forcing the hot bartender to fingerbang her. Sherri licked Catherine's come off of Pamela's face as she brought the woman to her second orgasm in the last few minutes. The Essence of the Hive had turned Pamela into a sex-addicted slut who only held attraction for women. This was only the beginning though, soon she would be accepted into the Hive and through assimilation learn what true pleasure was.

Still coming down from her climax and locked in the throes of passion, Catherine looked up at her Queen adoringly. Catherine owed everything to her. {Thank you, majesty} Catherine sent with an outpouring of affection. {Thank you so much}

{The Hive has served you well} The Queen sent as she reached between Catherine's legs. {So you must serve the Hive as well}

The Queen's fingers slithered into Catherine's pussy like one of her tentacles. Catherine gasped as the Queen's hand worked its way inside her. {I will do anything} Catherine cried out in her mind. {Anything for the Hive!}

{Our numbers have grown, but we are not strong enough yet} Catherine could feel the Queen's impatience and disappointment coming through the sending as her fist slipped inside Catherine's pussy. {Your position as a manager presents us with a tremendous opportunity to add more of your sisters to our Hive}

Catherine moaned as the Queen's fingers extended further inside her than humanly possible. It felt like the Queen reached through Catherine's vagina until she touched her cervix. {Oh God! You mean my employees?} Catherine sent. {Take them. Take them all! Everything I have belongs to the Hive now}

{We will need your help. You will help us won't you, Catherine? Or do you not desire to make every woman in your office your own personal sex slave?} It is a little known fact that there is a spot deep within a woman's body that a penis or toy cannot reach that the merest stimulation of which will generate a powerful orgasm instantly. The Queen stretched until she found this magical location and rubbed it furiously. Catherine writhed and wailed as she felt pleasure overwhelm her again. More Essence dripped out of her cunt to create a puddle on the floor.

Pamela bent forward on all fours with her ass pointing upward and lapped Catherine's accumulated ejaculate off the floor into her mouth. Pamela's ass looked too good like this, Sherri had to touch it. She laid her hand over Pamela's buttock and teased her hairy asshole using a finger. Pamela wiggled her bottom back and forth as Sherri played with her anus and pushed her finger deep inside Pamela's rectum.

Catherine sighed as the Queen's fist slid back out of her. She breathed deeply to calm herself until she felt collected enough to send {I know exactly what to do. The women I fired today. They will be desperate enough to do anything I ask of them. I can call them all tonight and have them come back to work tomorrow.}

{Excellent} the Queen sent. She bent down to Catherine's ear and whispered, "I am expecting great things of you, Catherine O'Hara."

Catherine thought she would melt into an orgasm again just from hearing the Queen's seductive voice in her ear. She looked up and noticed some of the women having an argument with each other. They communicated both audibly and psionically.

"It's my turn!" Genevieve yelled.

"No mine!" Yukio retorted.

{We should get to have her at the same time} Janet and Ellen sent in unison.

Catherine realized that they were fighting over who got to lick her pussy next. It still felt unbelievable that there were women fighting over her. For the first time in what felt like forever Catherine knew what it was like to be desired. {Ladies} Catherine sent to all. {Have patience. You will all have a turn}

Catherine considered Jean, who would be the oldest and probably considered the most unattractive of the women. Catherine sent to her {I want you first, Jean}

Jean seemed surprised to be chosen before the others; she was in the same position as Catherine where she couldn't believe there were women who actually wanted to sleep with her. But the Hive acted as a refuge for all women, a sacred sect where beauty wasn't some superficial thing but showed itself inherently in all human females. Jean and Catherine had been given a second chance by the Queen's grace, and their loyalty had been fully purchased. Catherine assured Jean that she wanted the lips of her mouth locked onto the lips of Catherine's pussy first. Catherine tested out her new abilities by superimposing an image of Jean tonguing Catherine's vagina into Jean's mind. Jean was more than happy to turn that image into reality.

Catherine wanted Jean to start things off by warming up her pussy using her tongue, and then eventually Catherine would move upward to the more attractive women. Janet and Ellen would be next, and she would make sure that the three of them did everything together. It was going to be so hot watching the spouses pervert their marriage vows to service Catherine's pussy.

Next, Catherine would move from Sherri to Genevieve to Yukio. Or she might skip Sherri. The bartender had decided it was past time she came and was currently sitting on Pamela's face while she squeezed Pamela's tits.

Catherine would normally have considered Genevieve to be the most attractive of the women gathered here, but the obscene promises Yukio had made intrigued Catherine the most of all. She wanted to hold Yukio to her earlier promises and she if she really would swallow Catherine's urine if she happened to pee while Yukio was eating her out. Catherine didn't feel guilty for taking a partner one at a time. The women waiting their turn with Catherine had a fucktoy named Pamela they could use if they got bored.

Catherine sighed as she felt Jean's tongue parting her pussy lips and pointing itself at Catherine's pussy hole. Catherine suddenly became worried that she might run out of time to call her terminated employees before the night was over. There would only be so much time before sunrise and she had about a dozen phone calls to make. Maybe she should stop Jean and focus on her duty to the Hive first. Catherine threw her head back and moaned as Jean's tongue slipped inside her pussy. Oh fuck it, Catherine thought. It can wait.

End Intro

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I hope you enjoyed the first part of Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers Act Three. There is lots more to come! Stay watchful for the posting of the next part, I am hoping to submit a new one each week or two. Thanks for reading!

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May 5, 2018 in anal

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