Chapter 40: Unsatisfied With Plenty

Alexis tapped at her phone, laying back on her hotel room’s bed. Her thumb flicked across the screen, and as she did her eyes narrowed lower, and the frequency of her sighs rose. She glanced at the clock in the corner of her phone, grumbled, and quietly screamed in shock when she dropped her phone directly onto her own face.

The only one in the room was Michelle, and she was dutifully rubbing Alexis’s bare feet. She made no sound when the phone fell, only continued to rub out the stress with her hands, while rubbing her breasts against Alexis’s toes.

Grumbling louder, Alexis dropped her phone carefully over the center of her chest, and adjusted her glasses. Then she looked down at Michelle, her lips twisted up to the side.

“You didn’t see anything.”

“What didn’t I see?” Michelle tipped her head to the side, continuing to rub her chest down against Alexis’s feet while her thumbs pushed underneath.

Alexis raised an eyebrow, then stared intensely.

Finally, she shrugged, and propped her phone up atop her chest.

A moment later, she squirmed from one of Michelle’s arches, and bit her lip. “So… about… earlier. With Belinda. And your orders.” She paused, as though waiting for Michelle to speak. Moments went by, then minutes, and Michelle said nothing.

Frowning, Alexis shook her head and turned back to her phone.

Michelle continued her tit-and-hand massage of Alexis’s feet without pause.

“I didn’t mean to make you… short out like that. Logic loop. Whatever it was… I know you’re a fuckbot—I lathed you myself—but there’s being cruel because you’re a plaything and being cruel by mistreating a fucktoy unintentionally and…” Alexis grumbled. “I’m not very good at apologies.”

“Your mother says you apologize too much.”

Alexis frowned more.

“I hate that she stole you out from under me, too. I nabbed you up fair and square… but she’s more important so you were already hers by default.” Huffing, Alexis swiped her thumb across her phone again. “But anything I say to you goes to her… Was Belinda’s mother… fun…? Did you have… a good—oh fuck I’m asking a brainwashed infiltrating sextoy how a fuck was.

“My sense of empathy is all out-of-whack.”

Michelle smiled but it was one of Carnelian’s smug, proud little smiles. Her hands rubbed a little harder, making Alexis clench and groan as she twisted on the bed. “Shall I still answer, or would you prefer I kept that information to myself?”

For a long moment, the blue haired woman’s gray eyes stared at Michelle. “Did she tell you to behave like this?”

Michelle nodded, rubbing her breasts slowly along Alexis’s calves. “If you pouted, I was instructed to tease you in an attempt to either make you moan, or smile, or grumble. Any would be considered successful obedience.”

“…How did she even have time to add that into the lathe…” Alexis grumbled, and Michelle quivered. “Fine, tell me. I had my heart set on finally meeting Claire today, but it wouldn’t be right if the invite doesn’t come from her best friend… I hope Claire hasn’t figured out that I’m in town yet…”

“Lauren was exceptionally fun to fuck into a stupor using your gifted power.” Michelle’s words made Alexis squirm, and her eyes flutter. “Claire is far too self-involved to notice without assistance. Belinda could have noticed, but her jealousy of Elizabeth clouded her judgement.”

Alexis smirked. “Good to know. Hmm… If I can’t have what I want…” Alexis tapped at her phone, creating a group text. “Maybe I can distract myself with a bit of excessive hedonism. Why only have a little bit of fun tonight…? You might be free with Shaun indisposed… but why stop there?”

“You shouldn’t.” Michelle rubbed her breasts higher, along Alexis’s bare legs. The stockings she’d been wearing with Fiona were gone, as were the tiny, tight shorts. The only things she was still wearing were a pair of stained, dark blue panties. “Want. Take.”

“Mom did always say that, huh…?” Alexis sighed, rubbing her legs up into Michelle’s skin as she typed away. “Then we should have some company in… a little bit. This might be excessive enough to draw some attention, but we’re planning on making this Weaver territory, so if we get noticed and anyone sniffs around…?

“We just sort the problem out now.”

Alexis purred, laying back and closing her eyes as Michelle’s tits rubbed higher and higher. They weren’t the largest, or the softest, but that wasn’t the point. Michelle was being used as an autonomous massager.

And it felt amazing.

When Michelle’s breasts finally pressed down into her own, Alexis reached up and squeezed them as she drew back. “You know, you’re making the lathe grow on me. I dislike my mother using you as a portable pair of lips to speak to me when I’m trying to relax from a long day of disappointments, but…” Alexis shrugged, only barely moving her shoulders. “You can’t help that.”

Michelle wore a plastic smile before Alexis squeezed harder and her face twisted in a groan. “Th-thank you, Alexisss…!

“You’re welcome.” Alexis purred, rhythmically squeezing like a cat kneading away. “Very welcome. We’re going to have a bit more company… It’s time to take inventory on just who I have at my disposal, because tomorrow… I am going to finally meet her if I have to make a ‘C’ shaped beacon at the top of the college…”

“Y-y-you… o-o-ohhhh…” Michelle’s eyes rolled back into her head as she pressed her breasts all the more insistently into Alexis’s hands. “You could just… v-visit her home… w-wait… for her… there…!”

Alexis released Michells’s breasts, and gently pushed at her shoulders. The fuckbot moved back into a restful pose, kneeling with her ass resting smoothly on the bottom of her feet.

“You don’t… get it…” Alexis sighed. “I need to make it… count. It needs to be meaningful or all I’m doing is just making her life complicated—and she’s already had enough of that without someone to be here for her…”

Michelle simply wore an understanding smile, and nodded.

Knock, knock!

“Who iiiiiis it~?” Alexis turned to face the door, grinning as widely as she comfortably, easily could.

“E-Elizabeth…!” Her voice sounded positively ravenous. Though she’d only spoken four syllables, it was impossible to not imagine her salivating. “I got your text… I came as quickly as I could…!”

Alexis purred, and whispered far too quietly for the blonde to hear her through the door. “I certainly hope not…”

Michelle’s emotionless mask did nothing to betray whatever true feeling she might have once had to the situation that were now locked away as a piece of data to aid in the fuckbot’s processing. With a gesture to the door, Michelle rose up, and opened the door.

“H-hi Michelle…!” Elizabeth made her way inside. She was wearing another sweater, this one tan, and another pair of tight jeans. Sweat shined across her forehead, and her hands were squeezing at the hemline of her sweater. “A-Alexis… I’m here… I… I’ll do whatever you want…!”

Alexis’s eyebrows hooded as she motioned for Elizabeth to come closer.

She practically ran across the room. Michelle closed the door behind her, and soon Elizabeth was dropping to her knees. “All I could think about, all day long… women…! Obeying women… serving women… I… I didn’t offer myself to any of them, I didn’t even touch myself—I know you’re the only one who gets to give me permission for that—but I… Please, please command me, please let me… touch, make me touch you, anything, just…

“I’m so wet, Alexis…!”

Snap!

“Show me.”

Alexis purred as she watched Elizabeth straining to remove her pants faster than was humanly possible. Her off-white panties, simple and plain, were absolutely drenched. Elizabeth didn’t wait long before she tore off her shoes, and then pulled off her panties, and stepped out of her jeans in the same clumsy motion.

Soon her hips were arched, showing off her flushed, drenched sex as Elizabeth held herself open with shuddering fingers. “L-look… This is how wet I am… because of you…!”

“And tomorrow, I expect you to say that to Claire and mean it just as much as you mean it in my direction tonight…” Alexis purred, wiggling her hips side to side. “Understood…?”

“Y-yes, Alexis…!” Elizabeth shuddered, stroking idly at her slit before Alexis waggled her finger. Elizabeth’s hands fell limp at her sides, and she groaned in pure agony. “P-please… Please let me cum, Alexis…! I need it… I need… something, someone… I could make you cum… women are just so…” Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered back into her head. “I’d do anything to taste a woman’s pussy right now…!”

Alexis shook her head.

Elizabeth howled as agony shuddered through her body.

Chuckling, Alexis lounged back on the bed and stroked between her own legs. “You’re just my first guest. I don’t want to get started and then need to… pause. After all, opening that door while all of you are naked…?” Alexis shuddered, and Elizabeth’s hazy green eyes following every movement of Alexis’s fingers. “That might be fun for me, but… I have to follow certain rules of decorum… at least unless I want to be using my mother’s facilities—and I don’t.”

“F-first guest…?” Elizabeth looked behind her, whimpering as she saw the woman behind the currently closed door. “What about Michelle…? Should I… take off my top, strip naked for you…?”

“She’s an appliance, not a person. Silly girl.” Alexis laughed. “You didn’t even look at the group text, did you? You just saw it was from me and ran right here…?”

Elizabeth nodded frantically, groaning as she undulated her hips, staring breathlessly up into Alexis as she grinded her slick pussy down into the floor below her before Alexis snapped her fingers at her in obvious chastisement.

Smiling smugly, Alexis purred and stroked right along her own clit as she quietly moaned.

“There’s something to be said for being so keenly aware of the difference between our levels of privilege..” Alexis clenched her thighs and purred. “Goodness I hope more of you show up, soon… I’m getting impatient and I don’t want to cum before my show starts…!”

Elizabeth groaned, slowly wiggling her hips side to side. “I… I hope so, too…!”

Knock, knock, knock!

Elizabeth groaned louder, her entire body trembling.

“And whoooo is at the door noooow?” Alexis purred, curling her naked toes in the air as her fingers glistened between her thighs. “I can’t imagine who it could be…!”

This response took longer, but when it came the woman’s voice was trembling, hazy with desperation and lust. “R-Rachel… Qu-Quinn… I’m Rachel Quinn…! We met… in my class… I… I dressed like you told me to dress…!”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened, her hands pausing as they stroked along the top of her thighs. “Professor… Quinn…?!”

Rachel whimpered, but Alexis gestured to Michelle who moved to open the door. “Don’t worry… Elizabeth is also one of my guests… as is Michelle, if you recognize her…”

With the door open, all eyes in the room saw the busty redheaded teacher standing in the hallway. She wore a long coat, wrapped tightly around her body. Her glasses rested on her nose, making her green eyes look that much bigger, that much deeper.

“Mm…” Alexis curled a finger, and Rachel stumbled forward. Her eyes turned glassy, and she whimpered as Michelle closed the door behind her. “To think I only was in your classroom to see Claire… and then took an opportunity when I saw it. Michelle… Take her coat, would you? Toss it over the couch…”

Alexis gestured as she spoke, and Michelle moved quickly to comply.

A moment later, the entirety of Rachel’s naked body was on display. Her large breasts looked all the more dramatic emerging from her long coat, her cute, dark-pink inverted nipples hidden away inside of her breasts. Her glasses fell into a crooked position on her nose, and Rachel’s hips shifted side to side, even rolling forward, as the mature professor’s body showed how little it belonged to her anymore, and how much it was now a tool of the lounging weaver.

The door was already closed, but it didn’t matter to the professor. She had been instructed, and she had no choice but to obey. Alexis chuckled and clapped. “I’m glad you two know each other…! Elizabeth… how do you feel about eating out your Philosophy professor while we wait to see if Mother really was able to prepare our final guest in time…”

Elizabeth groaned, nodding furiously. “I would love that…! Her body is so… round… so… feminine so…” Elizabeth licked her lips, staring at her professor with visible desire filling her eyes. “Just… look at her… just… I…” Elizabeth whimpered, nuzzling at her professor’s leg as shudders moved through her own spine. “I want her…! I want to touch her, to taste her, to feel her cum into my mouth…!”

Rachel’s cheeks burned darker and darker the longer Elizabeth spoke.

Alexis’s grin grew deeper.

“You have my permission to lick… but Rachel…?”

The professor quivered. “Y-yes, Alexis…?”

A wicked laugh filled the room. Alexis stroked along her own slit, her hips wiggling as she let out a quiet groan. “You aren’t allowed to cum before I give you permission. If you do, then I’ll be very disappointed.”

“I promise you wo-o-ooon’t be…. Fuck…!” Rachel whimpered. She wasn’t even able to complete her sentence before Elizabeth, no longer the self-professed straight girl and instead an insatiable lesbian thanks to Alexis’s programming, dove between her thighs and trailed her tongue along the professor’s slit.

Alexis nodded, watching Elizabeth’s ass sway side to side and the professor breathlessly panting as she arched her hips and pitifully whined. Given the opportunity to lose themselves in lust, both of the women Alexis had so simply twisted were now wholly focused on their tasks.

The loud, wet sounds coming from between the professor’s legs, along with her loud cries, made it obvious just how well Elizabeth remembered her lessons from the night before. Though this was only the third woman she’d touched like this, Rachel was already needing to put a not insignificant effort into holding back her orgasm.

Behind them, Michelle stood patiently by the door wearing the same mask of an ordinary human smile.

“There’s something just so special in seeing a straight girl eagerly fuck her professor, isn’t there, Michelle…?” Alexis purred, gasping as her fingers found her clit. “It’s just so… special… to know that I weaved that into who and what she is....!”

“You’re right, Alexis.” Michelle spoke with the most devoted, thrilled voice she possibly could. Arousal quivered through every syllable. “It’s so sexy. It’s so amazing!”

Alexis groaned, her eyes fluttering.

It would only be the first of the evening, but her orgasm was already so close—

Knock knock knock… knock-knock!

Alexis quivered. She didn’t need to ask who that was. It would be nearly impossible for her to forget that rhythm.

“Mmm let Fiona in, would you…?” She gestured to Michelle, and the door opened for a third time. Standing on the other side, was Fiona dressed the same as she’d been when she arrived earlier for her hot date. Her eyes were glassy, her legs shaking, her heart beating so incredibly quickly. “Come on in, so Michelle can close the door… and I can see your new little… mark.”

“Of course, Alexis… I live to serve…!” Fiona groaned as she stepped in, staring with wide eyes at Elizabeth down between a the naked professor’s legs.

Alexis laughed.

“They’re very fun to watch, but I intend on having you do a lot more than just watch soon enough…” She sighed, playfully rolling her eyes. “Take off your skirt. I want to see the new little treat tucked away underneath…”

“Y-yes Alexis…!” Fiona quivered as she obeyed, her skirt, and then her panties dropping to the floor.

A bandage was secured just above her sex, fresh and new. Alexis counted on her fingers and then curled one of them. “Just a peek. I won’t ask you to take that off… I would hate for you to get an infection, or for something to happen to the ink…”

Fiona obeyed, tugging down the wrapping to show a bright pink stylized flower. Alexis gestured again, and she hid it back away.

“Now that you’ve seen my mother’s personal harem… I think you’ll agree that there’s such a lovely variety of women for you to enjoy in your future.” Alexis hooded her eyes, and then gestured to the kneeling Elizabeth, and the trembling Rachel. “Elizabeth is… reserved… but would you like to enjoy the good professor…?”

Brown eyes filled with lust as Fiona nodded, mewling so pitifully. “Yes… please… she’s so…”

Alexis held up her hand, imitating a gesture she’d seen many times before, and Fiona quieted herself. She then cleared her throat. “Elizabeth…? Up on the bed, beside me. I want you to keep one of my hands between your legs. You’re just going to… watch for awhile…”

“Yyyes Alexis…!” Elizabeth rushed to comply, moving to nestle in with her back against Alexis and fingers stroking along her slick folds. “I… I obey… I obey youuu…!”

She purred, looking at the professor, and the newest weaver sex toy. A longing still filled her eyes, but it was a much more satisfied longing than before. ‘Michelle…? Stand beside the professor, rub your breasts into her arm… masturbate using her body… Fiona… between her legs… and Miss Quinn…?”

“Y-yess…?” Rachel whined, such a needy tremble in her voice. “This is so wrong, but I… I want it… I need it… You’ve done something to me, made me so helpless to—”

Alexis purred.

“Don’t hold back. Cum whenever you can, but know it’ll just be the first of many.”

“Yes, Alexis…!”

Laughing to herself, Alexis stroked between Elizabeth’s legs as she held the woman close to her, and savored the sight of her fucktoy, and her two latest fuckpets hard at work.

Elizabeth squirmed and whimpered, but was only able to reach the very verge of orgasm as Alexis’s clever touch worked to make physical release an impossibility. Edging her all night as the other women enjoyed themselves in any number of positions would go a long way in helping to make sure Elizabeth was ready to give her all to Claire when they finally met for the first time since her prior rejection.