On the other hand it did show how far her new 'catch' had gotten since she was brought in - screaming and kicking - only two months ago. Yanda might be unable to reproduce, but her seedless semen turned out to be quite an addictive aphrodisiac. After just ten days the butch that had fought her so valiantly seemed to have accepted her new life and took orders like a good little slave. She had settled for just being the boss over Yanda's slutpole slaves, the twins, which Yanda in particular seemed to enjoy.
When I returned from the small, improvised laboratory set up inside the glass house just out in the fields stretched out before the barn I found both Bianca and the newgirl curled up together. They had gotten a few extra bruises but nothing too bad, and seemed to be asleep for now. Inside Lacrimae was still laying on her bed, the 6 year old no where in sight, but probably somewhere in the attic where Lac had a doll house set up for her. Lac gave me a telling look, shaking her head as the sound of shouting that arose from the kitchen, a wooden shed attached to the barn.
At the source of the sweet and spicy smells slowly filling up stable area I found Yanda barking at the two redheads - the perfect curves of the two 21 year old girls where accentuated by the aprons they where wearing. Calm as their mother they both seemed to mostly ignore the tanned, muscular woman while they did their cooking. Lindsay and Jamy gave warm smiles as I entered the kitchen - a wooden fire-disaster waiting to happen: the stove looking medieval with several smokey pots trembling a little under the heat of the open fires below.
"Hello Miss Gemini." Jamy nodded as she reached for some spices, the girl barely tall enough to reach that far up. Yanda just grunted and walked out of the kitchen without another word, obviously having trouble keeping herself from barking at me as well.
"Hello girls, how are yo holding up?" The girls giggled at each-other then nodded over their shoulder. "Just fine Miss Gemini, thank you for asking!" they replied almost simultaneously. I frowned at the giggle and tilted my head. It wasn't unlike the bubbly redheads to giggle at any word that could indirectly hint at anything sexual, but this time it seemed more coordinated. The girls noticed the stare and quickly look down at the pots and pans again, the cheeks bloating with stifled laughter.
Though obviously up to no good, the mischievous girls were innocent enough to not investigate any further into their behavior. If anything they where Lacs girls, and her responsibility. I shook my coat of my shoulders and grabbed a chair, throwing my feet up on the kitchen table in one seamless motion, grabbing my notes, and started trying to work out what I had written down today. Without Bianca taking notes it took me usually took me at least an hour to decipher my own writing. The two 'cooks' looked at each-other then back at me - the hint of mischief now more than obvious as they nodded to each-other and continued their cooking, seemingly agreeing to a question that needed no words.
Nearly half an hour had passed and the two girls where slaving away at the dinner. It looked great but somehow I wasn't very pleased with the fact this would all be done for that cunt of a 'Stephani'. As if she wasn't feeling full enough of herself already, making her a five star dinner could give her the idea we actually agreed she's special.
Lac's self taught girls actually turned out to be quite the decent cooks. They 'helped' their mother most of the time and did any of the chores that required some intelligence and could not be taken care of by the sluts. Lindsay was in a relationship with Cristian and looked like a 10 year younger version of her mother - dark red hairs, milky white skin, cupsize double D and fat, puffy lips. Her sister was of equal height, but differently build. More slender, sophisticated looking. Where her sister looked like the well-fed farmgirl, Jamy would not have been out of place at some accountancy working a desk-job, or being a lawyer or even the sharp and sexy assistant of some big-shot CEO. She looked educated even though she wasn't really. Lac had taught her to the best of her ability and she was a pretty smart - but her actual knowledge was mostly focussed on supernatural mumbo jumbo - nothing that would have been taught at any university.
Suddenly Yanda bursted into the kitchen. "She's here!" she shouted at no one in particular. The girls nodded silently and lined up the plates. "Set the table for two girls, I'll have my dinner here." I said with a smile. Yanda gave me a thankful look before dashing off. She actually thought I was doing her a favor but I wouldn't sit next to the prissy little bitch if someone put a gun to my head. The girls gathered a pair of empty plates after brushing off their aprons, pulled the cloth on the kitchen table out from underneath my feet and followed Yanda with a hasty step.
Yanda had put out a small round table in front of the barn, far away from her slutpost and our living area - it looked like she was embarrassed to be part of us now with 'Stephani' here. By the sound of things they were hardly talking, and when they did it seemed like they where forcing a laugh at each-other. This was so unlike Yanda it made me wonder what her dinner-date had on her.
Lindsay and Jamy served as Yandas waitresses, bringing out their carefully made plates to the dining couple and returning with empty ones. I'm pretty sure Yanda finished what precious Stephani couldn't fit into her flat little stomach - even though the dishes where delicate and easily digestible.
When the girls returned for the fifth time into the kitchen, they had that mischievous smile again. It had replaced a sometimes frustrated, or sometimes even infuriated look when they had to deal with one of Stephani's quirks again. Just the wine was too cold, too warm, wrong year, didn't compliment the food and had a bitter aftertaste according to our guest. Granted the girls didn't know their wine, but it was obvious she made no effort to show any appreciation for the work the girls had put into their dinner.
"Time for desert!" the well-filled redhead chirps as she looks at her sister. I frown for the second time at their mischievous behavior, but this time I don't have to guess what they are up to. With the silent nod they gave each-other earlier they apparently concluded I posed no threat to their little plan and felt they could speak freely. The girls both lift their aprons and reach down, each exposing their fat, 16' cocks to each-other, both fuckrods decorated with a thin half-transparent layer of latex.
The girls blush as they look over to me - the tips of the their condoms already filled with whatever pre they had been leaking all day. I just smirk in reply - wondering if Lac put them up to this or if this had been their own idea of 'getting even'. The smirk seemed all the confirmation they needed as they turned their attention back to each-other, their tender hands exploring each-others large fat cocks (they did look remarkably the same down there) like they hadn't felt each-other a thousand times before.
Lindsay and Jane had turned the mutual jerking into an art, pressing the throbbing rods on one another as their hands slide over the rugged skin, slowly pumping as they giggled at each-other. "Who-ever cums first loses!" Lindsay teases her sister, turning her hand into a blur as she strokes Jamy off harder - who soon follows suit and jerks her siblings dick with equal vigor.
The jerking contest soon turns into a staring contests, both redheads looking at each-other with needy eyes, both equally willing to just 'lose' their little competition if they can just splurt their seedy load into the tight balloons strapped around their big girlcocks, the sloshing sounds getting so loud I start to wonder if Stephani and Yanda don't get suspicious - but their feint chattering seems to go on uninterrupted. Lindsay bites her lip and squeezes her sister hard at the base of her shaft, while Jamy feels the hairs hanging in front of her eyes get sweaty, sticking to her forehead. Both girls have their mouths open by now, their pink lips spread far and their tongues peeking out.
"C-come on sis! Y-you can do b-better!" Lindsay stammers, but her bluff is soon called as she grunts, closing her eyes while her sister smirks widely, feeling that thick shaft caught between her fingers get even wider, its large girth swelling before the plump redhead starts filling the latex coating on her cock. For a moment it seems like the latex isn't going to hold, going from half transparent to nearly completely invisible as it gets stretched thinner and thinner over the swelling, cumfilled bulge. Fortunately for the girls, just before it looks like it's really about to give in the swelling stops - Jamy giggles cruelly at her sisters situation.
"I... I think we need bigger ones next time sis..." Lindsay pants softly, biting her lip, feeling like any sudden move could ruin their little plan and break the bloated condom.
Jamy nods with a smile. She's somewhat disappointed she 'won' their little game but puts 'the plan' above her own throbbing need, placing the two beautiful slices of dark brown cake on the table in front of her sister. Lindsay hands her sister the scissors and bites her lip. "Careful you don't cut into anything pink down there..." she warns her partner in crime. Jamy looks up with a smile then turns her attention to the little tip of the condom, squeezing it between thumb and index before cutting a small hole into the rubber tip.
Lindsay positions herself straight in front of the pastries in front of her while she holds the condom closed tightly nearly halfway down her dick. Her sister steps behind her sibling, wrapping her fingers around Lindays cock with great care before she releases the tension of her thumb and index just a little. A thick ropey slirt of cum shoots from the condom, draping over the brown and white cake. "Careful now sis!" Lindsay hisses at Jamy. Jamy nods and keeps a strong focus on the cake in front of the pair, slowly starting to get a feel for her little cum-decorating device, starting to draw nice looking curly things onto the slices.
"Almost done...." Jamy whispers focussed, finishing the 's' of 'Forever yours' on the dark cake. Lindsay nods, almost turning the 's' into a '$' but Jamy corrects quickly with a quick squeeze, stopping the flow of semen and jerking her sisters cock away. Lindsay turns away from the table and lets her grip slip, the condom sliding of her cock and the rest of her load drops to the floor with a wet splash. Jame nudges Lindsay hard between the ribs. "Such a waste!" she hisses quietly as she pushes her own, still throbbing, erection back into her pants, covering the large bulge with the apron as best as possible. Lindsay doesn't seem too concerned with her spilled load and tucks her slimy but soft cock away, showing no evidence of the monster hidden behind her apron. She quickly picks up one of the plates, and waits for her sister to finish fussing with her clothes and pick up the other one, both slices dripping with what looks to be regular icing if you didn't know any better...
Both girls give me a wink as they push the kitchen door open and disappear into the barn. I grab one of the remaining, clean slices and lean back with a satisfied smile. It won't shut her up, but at least I can now just smile whenever 'Stephani' makes one of her snarky remarks about us instead of feeling the need to lobotomize the little bitch. "They're good girls Lac..." I sigh softly before turning back to the notebook in front of me.
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