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Invasion of the Pussy-Snatchers Act 01

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Thank you for reading my story. Even though the category this story is listed under is mind control, it features several of my favorite genres in erotica including lesbian sex, erotic horror, BDSM, nonconsent/reluctance, mature sex, group sex, first time sex, incest and more! If you are offended by any of the above don't read any further. The first part is rather long, and a little bit of a slow burn but I think it's worth it to get to know the women in this story before they start fucking each other :). Enjoy.

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Prologue

A noxious gas rose from the smoking crater. The impact of the arrival had been silent and invisible, but had nonetheless torn the earth asunder. Within the still steaming hole, a horrid shape quivered. Something slithered forth and crawled to the end of the crater. A tentacled hand gripped the ledge at the edge of the hole and lifted itself. An eldritch horror rose from the depths...

Cassandra screamed as she awoke. She sat up quickly and scanned the room with fright, suddenly feeling reassured to find herself in her own bed. She hugged her arms across her chest as she breathed deeply and tried to calm herself down. Cassandra didn't usually have nightmares and the ones she did have were never too scary, but this one had been incredibly vivid. She grabbed a tall glass of water sitting on her nightstand and took a drink before lying back down. She finally felt safe enough to close her eyes. As she drifted back to sleep, she already lost remembrance of the details of her dream. As she faded back into her slumber, she could no longer recall why she had been so terrified...

Day One

Cassandra rushed back and forth between rooms in her apartment anxiously because she was running late for work. She had slept horribly the previous night and didn't feel rested at all. She had fallen asleep after her initial nightmare but continued to have bad dreams throughout the night and was unable to fall back to sleep. After lying awake staring at the ceiling for over an hour, she had desperately turned to the only surefire way to put herself to sleep. Cassandra opened the top drawer of her nightstand and retrieved the small vibrator she kept in there. Not wanting to wake her roommates in case they were still awake, she set the vibrator on the lowest setting so that it emitted a soft vibrating buzz. Cassandra lifted up her pajamas with one hand while the other holding the vibrator creeped downward. Cassandra tickled herself by moving the vibrator down her stomach and crotch before she began massaging her pussy with it. Not content to utilize the imagination that had been the cause of her restlessness, Cassandra reached for her phone and plugged headphones in. She opened a web browser as she placed the earbuds on either side of her head.

She surfed to PornHub and searched for a video featuring the porn actress Princess Donna. Cassandra had never entertained serious thoughts of lesbianism before, but she thought she might switch sides just for a night of being dominated by her favorite porn star. The only form of pornography that Cassandra enjoyed was BDSM. Usually when she wanted to get off she would read a nice, long story at Literotica.com. Preferably with a glass of wine resting nearby. But she currently lacked the patience to read, wanting to get off as soon as possible and fall asleep .

The particularly video she was watching featured a lucky guy being dominated and fucked in the ass by Princess Donna's strapon. He was emitting animalistic grunts and moans as Donna fucked him. Donna was talking dirty to him as she fucked him, both playfully teasing and demeaning him in equal measure.

The gender of the participants in the pornography Cassandra watched didn't matter. It could by lesbian, gay, straight or any various combination of gender. The part that Cassandra enjoyed was the loss of control and complete submission. Cassandra sometimes wished she could be adventurous enough to engage in a dominant/submissive relationship in real life, but she knew it was just another fantasy she would never fulfill.

Cassandra rubbed the vibrator against her clitoris and tried to finger herself with the same hand to finish as soon as possible. Donna had finished fucking the man and was rewarding him by riding up and down on his dick, still in complete control of him even though his penis was inside her. Within a minute, Cassandra felt her orgasm beginning and she bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. After she finished, Cassandra turned the phone off and threw both the phone and her vibrator clumsily on the nightstand. Cassandra had soaked through her pajama pants as she came, and she doffed her soggy pants and tossed them to the floor. With her legs bare, she rolled over and curled in a fetal position, trying to stay warm. As usual, she became sleepy soon after getting off. Within a minute, she was asleep and slumbered peacefully.

Too peacefully in fact. Cassandra had slept through her alarm and was now rushing to get ready for work. Lacking the time to straighten her hair this morning, she attacked her follicles with a hairbrush to try and eliminate all the tangles. The bathroom mirror showed the reflection of a young, skinny woman with long dark brown hair that curled messily below her shoulders. Large brown eyes stared back from the mirror. Cassandra had always thought of herself as being conventionally attractive, but she didn't consider herself a knockout. Especially not compared to her sister.

Cassandra lived in a modest three-bedroom apartment in the middle of Manhattan. The living room was a decent size, but the kitchen was tiny with minimal counter space. Cassandra looked at the amount of bills piling up on one of the counters and sighed. They were going to lose the apartment soon if they couldn't find more money.

Though there were two bathrooms, there was only one shower/bathtub to share between three women. The bedrooms were also small, and one of them did not even have a closet. Cassandra's little sister Anna got the smallest room since she was the youngest. She had to hang her clothes on a rack that took up nearly half of the room.

Cassandra heard snoring from Anna's room as she hurriedly applied makeup to her face and brushed her teeth. Anna must have gotten back late after partying with some of her friends from college. Anna was a stereotypically lazy art student; her classes started at 10:30 and she would probably wake up at 10 and literally run to campus to make her first session. Anna was studying photography and videography at NYU. The decor of the apartment belied her immense talent. The walls were decked with beautiful black and white stills that Anna had captured on her camera. Luckily, she had earned a generous scholarship or else there would be no way she could afford her New York lifestyle.

The other inhabitant of the apartment was Cassandra's best friend Sherri. They had known each other since kindergarten when they both attended the same elementary school in Greenwood, Delaware. They had gone to different colleges in whole different states, but both ended up moving to New York City following graduation and eventually moved in with each other. Sherri was an out and proud lesbian who never acted ashamed of her lifestyle. Cassandra had been the first person Sherri had ever come out to when they were still in high school. Cassandra didn't feel uncomfortable at all about Sherri's sexual orientation, she loved her friend like a sister and had never felt any attraction to her. If Sherri had any feelings for Cassandra that amounted to more than friendship, she kept them well hidden.

When she wasn't in class or studying, Anna was a part-time barista at a coffee house just down the street. Sherri worked in a hair salon for her day job and on most nights tended bar at a notorious gay club. Sherri often brought home her conquests from nights of debauchery at Curvy and engaged in loud, unabashed love making with them even though she knew Cassandra and Anna could hear everything through the paper-thin walls. Cassandra was the only true professional of the group, she worked as a copy editor for a notorious fashion magazine. Between the three of them, they still barely made enough money each month to cover their ridiculously expensive rent. Sherri was doing the most she could, working two jobs over sixty hours total a week. Anna spent most of her time working on class projects and trying to graduate and pitched in as much as she was able to. That left most of the responsibility on Cassandra's shoulders to make sure they stayed afloat and ahead of the next rent payment.

Cassandra cursed as she glanced at the clock. Already ten minutes past seven and she still needed to pick up her coworker Alexis and get to the office before eight. Cassandra knew she was insane for owning a car in New York but thought she had good reasons. She used to take the Metro but had been assaulted once late at night and refused to ride on the subway again. Plus, one of the few perks she received at her job was a reserved stall at a parking garage less than two blocks away from the skyscraper she worked in. The car was a piece of crap, but it had been cheap and still ran well.

Cassandra battled traffic for over half an hour before she could reach the block Alexis lived on. As she drove she listened to a local news report on the radio: "Central Park officials are still investigating the fifty foot wide, ten foot deep hole that mysterious appeared in the Park seemingly overnight."

Cassandra reached the street outside Alexis' apartment but saw nowhere open to park in. Seeing no one coming up behind her, Cassandra parked on the street and sent a quick voice message to Alexis: "Hurry the fuck up. I'm double parked on the street." A few seconds later, Alexis responded: "Be right down in a sec." It ended up being a couple minutes before Alexis raced out of her apartment building, and a car sitting behind Cassandra honked at her repeatedly before giving up and going around her.

Cassandra continued to listen to the news report: "A scientist brought to the scene said the sight resembled a meteor strike but there was no meteorite to be found and no one in the park reported any sign of an impact last evening. Let the conspiracy theories begin..."

The passenger door opened suddenly and Cassandra screamed "Fuck!" as she was startled by Alexis. Alexis laughed and said, "Calm down, jumpy." Alexis had freckles all over her pale face and had long, curly red hair.. She wore large, black-rimmed glasses. Alexis looked kind of dorky and was a little heavier set but still managed to pull off the sexy librarian look with her glasses and generously applied makeup. She got on Cassandra's nerves sometimes, but she was the only real friend she had at her workplace. Plus, she was a good person to associate with since she damn good at her job as lead graphic designer for the magazine.

Cassandra knew there was no hope of reaching the office in time, but started driving immediately before Alexis could even fasten her seatbelt. The voice on the radio continued: "Here now we have a Central Park Ranger in the studio to describe what they are seeing..."

"Boring!" Alexis exclaimed as she turned the radio dial to the nearest Top 40 station. It was playing "Shake It Off" by Taylor Swift.

"Hey, I was listening to that!" Cassandra said.

Alexis groaned and said, "All the stations are fucking news and talk radio in the morning. I want to hear actual music."

Cassandra groaned and said, "You think Taylor Swift is actual music. Ugh."

Alexis shrugged and said, "The haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate..."

Cassandra threw her head back and groaned even louder. "I would rather hear the news."

"Ignore the news. You will be much happier."

Cassandra parked in her usual stall at the garage and the twosome rushed to their office building and rode the elevator to the 69th floor (the two of them had to suppress a giggle every time they pushed the button on the elevator). The two of them tried to sneak in even though they were over twenty minutes late. They had apparently missed the memo that an all-office meeting was taking place in the main office room. Cassandra and Alexis both looked extra conspicuous as every person in the office noticed them trying to sneak their way inside.

The editor-in-chief Ms. O'Hara was standing surrounded by her employees, addressing the entire office. Catherine O'Hara had been a famous model over thirty years ago, but her looks were now beginning to fade with age. Her face no longer commanded the same attention to her beauty as before and she was now developing some paunches of fat on her arms, thighs, midsection, and backside. To compensate for her fading beauty, she ruled the office with an iron fist and all but the most sycophantic employees despised her.

Catherine interrupted herself in the middle of a speech to highlight Cassandra and Alexis' tardiness, "Well it looks like Cassie and Alex didn't feel this message was important enough to be on time for. Be warned that behavior similar to what they have displayed will definitely be taken into consideration by management after you hear what I have to say."

O'Hara continued, "As you may know, the economy is not doing well and readership is down over 20%. Unfortunately, we will need to start making cuts or else jeopardize the stability of this publication. First of all, we will have to start by eliminating some of the perks that workers in this office enjoy. That means things like free parking stalls in the nearby garages. Those aren't free you know, the company still has to pay for them."

"Fuck!" Cassandra cursed quietly under her breath.

"Along with that, we are also being forced to reduce our workforce. By about... 40%." Murmurs of worry spread around the room as the group of fifty employees wondered which twenty would be eliminated. "I know these are hard times for everyone, but this magazine's financial status can not remain feasible in its current state if yearly subscriptions continue to decline. The ones who will be moving on will receive a notice by the end of the day. You will be allowed to work the rest of the week and will then collect your final paycheck. Have a nice day."

Everyone in the room broke into worried conversation and Cassandra and Alexis looked at each other nervously. Their desks were next to each other in the main cubicle room, which is how the two had first met. They sat at their desks the rest of the morning and tried to focus on this next month's issue. But Cassandra was too worried to work properly and waited anxiously for the hammer to drop. Eventually it did, but fortunately not for her. Alexis was handed a pink slip with an hour left in the day. Cassandra awkwardly tried to console her as Alexis held her face in her hands, bawling her eyes out at her desk. Cassandra felt horrible for her friend, but at the same time felt guilty at the relief that it wasn't her. Having to look for a job right now would ruin her. At the end of the day, Cassandra grabbed Alexis and said, "Come on. I'm getting you drunk tonight."

Alexis dried tears from her eyes and said, "Fine, I need a good drink. But I have to warn you that I'm a sloppy drunk."

"I know," Cassandra replied. "I haven't forgotten the office Christmas party from two years ago. I think you tried to get on every guy and even a few of the women in the office that night."

"What can I say," Alexis said as she grabbed her coat, "When I'm drunk I'll fuck pretty much anything that moves."

"Don't worry, I will be careful and make sure you don't fall into that trap tonight." Cassandra said.

"I'm including present company in that." Alexis said jokingly as she laid a hand on the chest of Cassandra's blouse.

"Like I said, I'll be careful." Cassandra laughed as she brushed Alexis' hand away.

Cassandra considered taking Alexis to the gay bar that her friend Sherri worked at, but thought against it. The lesbians that frequented that club were often more predatory than the men you would find in an average bar. Instead, Cassandra took Alexis to McPoyle's where they could drink cocktails and eat greasy, unhealthy food and not worry about counting calories for a night. After their meal, a handsome looking man actually offered to buy Cassandra a drink, the first time in months that that had happened. But Cassandra declined, knowing this night was about making Alexis feel better, not trying to hook up. Cassandra only drank two Manhattans, but Alexis had quickly drowned more than five Cosmopolitans and was soon a blubbering mess. As Alexis sobbed at the bar Cassandra told her, "This is such bullshit. You are by far the best designer there."

Between tears Alexis said, "But I'm five years older than the next oldest one. They just want to keep the young blood now that I've trained all of them. So they can just shove me off. A thirty year-old woman, with no husband and no job. What am I going to do? I hated working for O'Hara, but I loved that job."

"You will find something. You are too talented to stay unemployed for long." Cassandra's consolation didn't seem to do much good as Alexis began sobbing again. Cassandra could see some of the men in the bar eyeing her friend, having by now spotted a desperate and easy mark. "Alexis, I think it's time to go."

"What? I'm just getting started." Alexis protested. Cassandra could hear Alexis' speech beginning to slur.

"Well, I'm your ride," Cassandra replied. "And I'm saying it is time to leave." Cassandra almost said that she needed to get home because she had work tomorrow, but stopped just short of saying it aloud.

"Fine, fine," Alexis grumbled. Before they were halfway to Cassandra's car, Alexis began vomiting her dinner. Cassandra held Alexis' hair back as she hurled into the street. Alexis spat a couple times, trying to remove the taste from her mouth. "Try and get all of it out, please." Cassandra asked politely "My car is crappy enough without having puke in it."

Alexis began to pass out in the car as Cassandra drove her home, but thankfully she didn't vomit again. Cassandra pulled up to her friends apartment and put the car in park. Alexis was shaken awake as the car pulled to a stop. "Well, I guess this is it." Alexis said after she noticed where they had parked.

"I guess so." Cassandra replied. The two of them sat in the car awkwardly while the engine ran before Alexis spoke again.

"Are you sure you don't want to come up for one more drink?" Alexis asked. "I could really use the company." Alexis moved her hand over and began rubbing it up and down Cassandra's thigh.

Cassandra, shocked by her friends behavior but knowing she was wasted calmly removed Alexis' hand and said, "Not tonight, I think. You should get some rest."

Alexis rubbed her eyes and looked like she was trying to keep from crying again. She said, "I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Cassandra said, "If you are lucky you won't even remember this tomorrow. Go sleep it off." Alexis opened the car door and stumbled out of the car. After she closed the car door, Cassandra rolled down the passenger side window and asked, "Do you still want to be picked up tomorrow?"

Alexis thought for a second and then said, "No. Fuck it. I'm not going back again."

"You sure you don't want the week's pay?" Cassandra asked with surprise.

"I'll be fine. I'll see you around, Cassie."

"OK. Keep in touch."

"Will do," Alexis said as she turned to go into her apartment. Cassandra shook her head and laughed to herself over the strange night she had experienced.

Cassandra listened to the local news as she drove back. There were no more news reports about the crater, just a report of a woman who had gone missing this morning on her way to work.

Cassandra walked into her apartment and saw her sister Anna laying on the couch with her hand covering her eyes. Anna jumped up in surprise as she heard Cassandra walk in. If Cassandra could be described as handsome, then Anna would have to be described as absolutely gorgeous. Cassandra's sister had an improbable wreath of pale golden hair, entirely unlike the rest of the dark haired women in their family. It must have been a recessive trait, because there was only one known blonde in Cassandra and Anna's entire family tree. The sisters used to joke that Anna was adopted when they were younger. With her radiant blonde hair and shapely body, Anna could have had anyone she wanted in high school or college, but usually went for the quiet, artistic type of boy. Anna had gorgeous deep blue eyes and a rosebud mouth begging to be kissed. Cassandra had always been secretly jealous of how attractive her sister was and also how outgoing she was which made it easy for her sister to make friends.

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