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All for Nona - Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2021-06-10 16:11:09 +0000 UTC12. A Hard Place
The magic water pistol leveled at Jaylee’s face, set to transform her from a huge breasted, phat- assed shemale into one of Ms. Royal’s mindless minions. Her obscenely expanded rear and extra-wide hips kept her locked in the barber’s chair. But her mind moved like lightning. Thanks to the Unicorn and Porter’s angry wish, Jaylee was a super-genius – as long as she looked like the poster girl for mindless, plastic, cock-obsessed bimbos. Five methods of escape immediately formed in her head, but when she saw her captor’s finger begin to squeeze the trigger, she impulsively did the first thing that came to mind.
“I know the truth about this place and you’ll never learn it if you shoot!”
Ms. Royal’s finger relaxed but her eyebrow’s cinched in a frown.
“I’ve had enough stalling from you-“
“-It isn’t Nona’s universe!” Jaylee cut in. “Somebody made it for her!”
“So?” said Ms. Royal. “Who cares?”
“You should!” said Jaylee. “Because your escape plan depends on it. Think about it. Nona’s not some all-powerful witch or mad scientist. She’s a brilliant woman, and maybe she’s in charge here today, but she’s twenty-five years old – tell me, how many years have you been here?”
Ms. Royal’s face clouded over like an angry, brewing storm. Jaylee began to think that her escape was going to fail before it started when the dark-haired vixen’s posture suddenly relaxed.
“Six years,” she said.
“And how old was Nona when you got here?” asked Jaylee.
“Around nineteen.”
“So she ages normally!” said Jaylee. “And I bet there was already a city here when you arrived, wasn’t there?”
“Yes,” said Ms. Royal. “But this proves nothing. Nona could de-age herself whenever she wanted.”
“Are you sure about that?” said Jaylee. “It seems to me that every change here has a price. But let’s say she did turn back the clock every few years; that would only change her appearance, not her true age. That’s how it worked for Camilla with the Unicorn’s wishes. Whether you look fourteen or forty doesn’t matter, you can’t change your real age here.”
“And here’s the most important thing: there are thousands of people in this place, more than I think anyone suspects. I’d guess…let’s say ten thousand. And no more than two arrive every nine days. At that rate it would take one hundred and twenty-three years to gather that many people. That’s more than a lifetime.”
“Maybe more were here in the beginning,” said Ms. Royal, but Jaylee could tell she doubted herself.
“You don’t believe that,” said Jaylee. “As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure you were one of the first people here. You and all the “council” or whatever you call the ruling body. They were the first nine. And if this all began when I think it did, that means there are less than five hundred real people here.”
“Real people?” asked Ms. Royal. “What are you saying? This is a simulation? We’re in the Matrix?”
“I don’t think so,” said Jaylee. “But I haven’t ruled that out. Right now I believe this place is real, but most of the citizens aren’t. Or maybe they just aren’t human. The Unicorn is on the council, isn’t he?”
“Yes, so?”
“You, Ugh, the Unicorn, all of you can change people at will,” said Jaylee. “The council has more power than regular citizens. Maybe because you were all here first. Or maybe-“
“-Very clever girl!” interrupted a deep, strangely accented voice.
“Ugh! You’re here! But where are the Rubbers?” said Jaylee.
The bald, fat man chuckled as he approached the two women, alone.
“I sent them to find your friend,” said Ugh.
“What!” said Ms. Royal. “Those are my slaves! How could you-?!”
“Quiet!”
At Ugh’s command, the black-clad femme fatale snapped her mouth shut. Her eyes blazed with shock.
“Sit still. You’re little gun is set to remove willpower, yes? Good. Point it at your head and stay like that.”
Ms. Royal’s face became a mask of panic. Her hand rose shakily up until the point of her pistol rested on her temple.
“So I was right!” said Jaylee. “Nona’s not really in charge, it’s you!”
The fat man’s chuckle became a hearty, but brief, laugh.
“No, my friend,” he said. “I am not. Here, let me help you up.”
Ugh lowered the barber chair and firmly pulled Jaylee’s ankles while she used her elbows to push off with all her might. In seconds she was freed with a comical ‘popping’ sound. Still wobbly standing with her newly inflated assets she nearly tumbled again until Ugh gripped her hand.
“I must say, you have filled out very nicely,” said the shoemaker.
His eyes roamed over Jaylee’s huge, swaying breasts as his free hand casually rested on the shelf of her protruding bubble butt. Jaylee’s eyes went wide.
“Uh, Ugh, I’m not your type, remember?”
Once again, the fat man chuckled. Still holding Jaylee’s hand, he reached down with his other to unbuckle his pants. The hefty nine-incher that sprung out in front of Jaylee instantly had her hypnotized. Her tongue traced the edge of her lips.
“True, you were not my type when you arrived,” said Ugh, “but how you have grown! Perhaps it is time I helped remove your heels?”
Jaylee’s genius brain knew what was happening, but she could not resist the sight of the gloriously rising shaft before her. She eagerly watched every twitch and pulse as the cock grew harder, expanding two more inches as it did until it stood firmly at an eighty-six – no eighty-eight – degree angle. She hated herself as she slowly descended, wanted nothing but to taste the fat man’s bobbing meatstick. By the time her knees touched the cold, tile floor, every cell in her body burned with the need to consume the cock.
Ugh’s hand stroked Jaylee’s over-fluffed hair for a moment before reaching to the back her head. She did not even get a chance to taste his precum because the second her lips touched the cockhead her head was yanked forward, sending the bulbous tip straight down her throat. Compared to the monstrous shaft of the Unicorn, a human dick – even a large one like this – was no longer a problem for her. The fat cock slid easily down her neck, in and out, pounding against the walls of her throat like it was breeding her. And she loved it.
Seated only a few feet away, Ms. Royal watched the debauchery with disgust. Normally, she would be intrigued, if not delighted by a show like this. But that was when it was on her terms. Now she was a helpless puppet.
“What’s this?” said Ugh. “Not enjoying yourself, Ms. Royal? I am so sorry. Ah! Yes, I know! Change the setting on your pistol to ‘Uncontrollable Libido’ and shoot yourself right now. There you are! Now, change it back to remove willpower. Very good! But no moving…except you may use the pistol to relieve yourself.”
The black-haired beauty’s face was wet from the pistol blast, but as she watched Jaylee blow the fat shoemaker it was the growing wetness between her legs that held her attention. Juices soaked her leather pants as she watched the bimbo caricature on her knees slapping her chin against Ugh’s balls. When the saliva-coated cock slid out of Jaylee’s mouth for a moment, Ms. Royal felt a gush pour down her legs. Like a thing possessed, her pistol hand wandered towards her pleading pussy. Her brain reeled in fright as she frantically rubbed the barrel tip on her leather clad crotch, knowing that a slip of her finger would blast away all that was left of her identity. But the need to get off was too great. She moaned feebly as she desperately frigged herself with the devastating weapon.
The two beautiful, sex-crazed woman made Ugh smile. His eyes slipped shut while he enjoyed their moans and the feeling of Jaylee’s expert cock-handling. He could tell by the slapping noises below that the buxom cocksucker was jerking herself even as she sucked. At last, he exploded in her, pulse after pulse of slimy seed sloshing down her neck. Jaylee pumped herself with extra effort now, until finally spraying her own load. After Ugh’s last spurt trickled down her throat Jaylee reluctantly dislodged herself from the meatpole, but only so she could lovingly lick it clean.
“Ah, very nice,” said Ugh. “You have ripened so quickly. I would love to try your other hole, but we have no more time. Perhaps later.”
Ugh pulled up his pants and Jaylee whimpered as his dick disappeared behind the cloth. With a penis no longer in sight her cock-lust slowly ebbed. She rose to her feet, her mind once again clear.
“I, uh, didn’t think that was your thing, Ugh,” said Jaylee. “Anyway, about the shoes…”
“Oh, yes,” said Ugh, “sit and I shall take them off. Then we go.”
Jaylee stole a glance at Ms. Royal, who continued to rub herself with the plastic gun.
“Yeah, uh, where are we going?”
“You have almost figured it out. Wouldn’t you like to meet the real master of the Nonegon?”
It did not take her new genius for Jaylee to figure out that Ugh was not the man she first thought he was. The helpful little middle-aged shoemaker hid a sinister side, and now he was going to take her prisoner. But was that a bad thing? Meeting the real mastermind would give her a chance to learn more about this place.
“Sit and I’ll get those off your feet,” said Ugh. “I have a pair of comfy sneakers in my van for you.”
“Oh, right, thanks,” said Jaylee.
She had to use both hands to heft her massive backside onto the edge of the barber chair. The fleshy beach balls flowed over the sides, but Jaylee was careful not to sit so far back that she would get stuck again. Ugh bent down to retrieve the cursed heels. His plump hand touched a glittering slipper and just as Jaylee felt it begin to slide off, she kicked the little man square in the face. He barreled over, completely off-balance, and his head whacked against the beautician’s counter with a deep thud.
“Is he, ah, ah, dead?” asked Ms. Royal. She frigged herself furiously as she asked, barely noticing that her free hand had snaked its way down her pants.
Jaylee plopped off the chair. Her backside continued to jiggle as she knelt down to inspect the fat man.
“He’s breathing, just unconscious.”
“Oh, well. Ah, oh, cumming again!” said Ms. Royal.
Her leather pants were drenched from her crotch to her knees. The scent of lady juice and wet leather filled the air. As her latest orgasm subsided, the dominatrix leaned forward with cumsoaked fingers to pull off her thigh-highs. After a few slips she finally managed to get one off, but then her hands uncontrollably returned to her pussy.
“Mmm. Ah, please, get the other one,” she said.
For the first time in days Jaylee was surprised by something other than the bizarre sexual changes that were inflicted on her.
“Please? Wow, you must be desperate,” she said.
Once the other boot was unzipped and off her, Ms. Royal wordlessly ran to the back room. Jaylee listened to her rummaging through drawers and knocking over boxes. She considered running now, before the villain returned, but curiosity and just a little sympathy kept her waiting. After a moment, the femme fatale returned with a pink plastic vibrator in her hand.
“Everyone has at least one in case of emergencies,” she said.
Then she turned the device on and shoved it in her pants.
“That – mmm, yes – that should help keep me focused for now.”
“So, you’re not going to turn me into a slave?” asked Jaylee.
“As you pointed out, that would be a terrible mistake,” said Ms. Royal. “It’s not safe here. We need to get moving.”
“Why should I go with you? Or trust you?”
“I’m getting out of here while I still can. You can help. If you do, I’ll let you – oh, oh, that’s another one – let you come with me. And trust me? No, I wouldn’t do that. Now, one last thing.”
Ms. Royal padded her way towards Ugh’s unconscious body, bare feet slapping on the tiles. When she stood over him she adjusted the settings on her pistol and fired. Then she did it again. And again. Finally, she nudged him over with her foot.
Even through his clothing, the changes were obvious. His once thick arms, squat legs, and big belly were thin and girlish. His butt expanded behind him like a sofa cushion. Under a wet spot in his crotch strained a tiny tent pole. And his once hairy, bearded body was now completely smooth.
“Frail, big-assed, and small-dicked?” said Jaylee. “But why is he hairless?”
“Three shots at once produce side-effects,” said Ms. Royal. “I was hoping it would make him impotent, but obviously his little pecker still works. Unfortunately we’ve no time to find out if anything else happened.”
The wicked woman holstered her pistol and strode out the front door. Jaylee gave one last look at her former friend and hurried after her new enemy-turned-ally. Along the way the quaking of her massive ass and swinging of her heavy tits made her question that choice.
Ms. Royal was already in the driver’s seat of her limo when Jaylee finally tottered outside. A passing drag queen gave Jaylee’s bare breasts an appreciative tweak, reminding her that she was mostly nude. She quickly shuffled to the limousine and squeezed her giant, bare ass into the passenger seat.
“We need clothes, toys, and a plan,” said Ms. Royal.
She hit the gas pedal and the car roared out onto the street.
“Why didn’t you make Ugh a slave, or, you know…”
“Kill him?” said Ms. Royal. “I’d like to say it was mercy, but now is not the time for lying to my only ally. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. Members of the council can’t harm each other. That’s a rule. I never suspected there was some kind of magic that enforced it. Ugh must have known about it, though. He was controlling me through my boots, which, I’m sure you guessed, he made. Making me shoot myself was a loophole he knew he could exploit.”
“So where are we going?”
“Since I can’t even trust my own slaves, we’re going to see the only council member that I can,” said Ms. Royal. “We’re going to Mr. Black’s.”
