Feature Writer: Alei

Feature Title: MASTER PC – CALLY’S JOURNEY 5 by Alei


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Master PC – Cally’s Journey


The Predator – Slut Day

Once she had been called Catherine Lloyd.  It was an existence she remembered, the life she had lived, the husband, friends and family that had filled it.  She had believed she was happy then, a forty something woman in a stable life whose future, if not bright was at least comfortable and secure. And then she’d been selected, and everything had changed.

That night was now the center point in her existence.  She could still feel the fear crawling up her spine as she realized that something wasn’t right, still feel the darkness as her very body had melted and reformed under the hunters touch, as her life and existence had been rewritten, washing away the incomplete old and filling it with the completeness of what she was.

Sensuously she ran her hands down the skin tight red dress that did little to hide what was underneath, reveling in the sensation of the tight smooth body which was now hers, the sense of pure pleasure that even this now brought her.   No one, no one would ever recognize her like this, the white Anglo-Saxon forty something woman’s body was gone, replaced with a body which was young, and designed to inspire desire. If she were to look at herself in the mirror, she would no longer see a face that bore any resemblance to the one she had worn her entire life.  No longer the white cow with the nondescript brown hair, now she was an oriental tigress, almond eyed, and as beautiful as a oriental doll, yet real and full of fire.

For a while, even her identity had been re-written until the one who was everything had allowed her to remember, had allowed her to choose …

A part of her still screamed inside at that choice … the choice to leave all that she had been behind and be what she was, the completeness of herself.

To be Slut.

Just the thought made her body shiver and her cunt clench, her mind yearn for the touch of she who had made her, who had set her free.

But the dark was was quiescent tonight.   She had engaged in a great struggle, one that had pushed even her to her limits.   Now she required time, time for the essences to be crafted and restore her, to replace the resources needed to create a suitable woman from a man.  And, resting, so the dark one had given Slut permission to prowl.

The thrill, the anticipation was almost more than Slut could bear.

Still, she was not stupid, just driven and like the dark one, Slut could be patient, Slut could hide somewhat in plain sight, Slut could at least attempt to blend in to the prey around her.

The restaurant she had chosen was stylish and the diners well heeled.   Tonight she wore a stylish tight red dress and high but reasonable heels, a set of expensive pearls lain perfectly over her perfect skin.   Her midnight black hair was hung loose and straight almost to her waist, decorative pins holding it in place away from her face as she looked out amongst the guests with deep green eyes. Even in this somewhat sedate pose, Slut still attracted attention, mostly men but an occasional welcome appraising look from a woman.  The first she ignored, the second might earn the observer a small smile that invariably caused it’s recipient to flush, often without truly understanding why.   But none of these were her prey.  True, some might do if necessary, but Slut had a certain kind of itch to scratch and had come here to find it.  She could be patient, the meal was excellent and the waiter smitten so she had all of the time she needed.

Eventually a possibility caught her eye.  Three young women, probably rich college age girls, sitting with three equally young men dressed in expensive suits laughing softly and speaking with each other in a way that Slut instantly recognized.   The three girls were obviously interested in the three young men, very interested.  I was almost written in bright bold letters for Slut to see, the signals they were sending, the slight lean of a shoulder, the subtle pitch of a voice, the men of course mostly oblivious to it all.

Smitten … almost puppy love …

Slut briefly remembered a time when she too had been like these, when her target had been Frank.   Frank had been helpless against her onslaught, almost unaware of what was happening until he too was as smitten with her as she with him.

Certainly these men were as clueless as Frank had been, only interested in what was directly in front of them, failing to appreciate all of the subtle nuances that represented what appeared to be a long term campaign for the young women.

Slut smirked.  It was time for these women to trade up to a more worthwhile objective.

She stayed still, finishing off her desert, an appropriate Cherries Jubilee, savoring each nibble as she waited.

Eventually it happened, one of the women getting up to head towards the bathroom, her friends, as in time immemorial, rising to go with her.

Slut delicately dabbed the remains of her desert off her lips and then rose as well, moving gracefully towards the far bathrooms where the younger women were just now entering.   Approaching the door, Slut watched as others left the bathroom, only finally approaching when she was certain the three women were alone inside.  As she reached the door, she slipped a hand behind a nearby potted plant and hung the “Closed for Cleaning” sign she had earlier acquired over the handle.  With that small detail attended to, Slut moved gracefully through the door.

As expected the three were inside, chatting amiably as each adjusted their makeup, talking about how hot their dates were, speculating where it all might lead, joking with each other, the kinds of things that friends are made for.

All three women were attractive in a fresh young way but they had also obviously had the help of an experienced hair dresser and the dresses each wore were hardly off the rack at Walmart.  One of the women was a mocha skinned beauty with black hair, the other as white as could be with adorable freckles and a long wavy red mane, the other a classic blond with an enviable form.   None had the overly massive breasts that adorned such whores as Alley Cat, nor were they small but pert like Slut’s, they were somewhere in the middle, just tantalizingly right for Slut’s desires.  The tasteful jewelry the three wore would have fed a hungry family for a good long while but they were also obviously comfortable with that wealth, with the position it gave each of them in the world they knew.

But that world was about to change.

Slut stepped into the marble clad bathroom and all three girls stopped their amiable chatting and stared at her for a moment.  People had never done that when she had been plain Catherine Lloyd, but then Catherine had never had a body as Slut did, never exuded the essence of raw naked desire as Slut did, never had an attitude that exuded sex, confidence and inevitability as Slut did.

But people did now.

Normally the effect was understated, something that effected people without them realizing they were being impacted.  That was for times when Slut was stalking, when simply announcing herself in every way possible was counterproductive.   Slut had been playing that game all evening, but with her prey isolated and alone, Slut simply was what she was … and what she was desire, what she exuded was sex.

Each of the three young women were obviously not genetically inclined to Sluts charm.   To one extent of another, all of them preferred the male gender, all of them were attracted to same, but raw desire … that was something all understood, all reacted to.

Slut smiled a slightly predatory smile as swayed her way towards the mirrors where the young women had been touching up their makeup, evaluating each in turn.

The young mocha skinned girl seemed to be the most flustered by Slut’s appearance, her breath noticeably shorter and exuding the slight unique scent of pheromones indicating an involuntary arousal at Slut’s presence.   Her lightly freckled friend with the red mane had been taken aback as well but her level of arousal was much less noticeable.    The last, a tall blonde with what seemed the most expensive jewelry in the group seemed least affected though Slut knew even she was not immune to what Slut was.

In the end, Slut was irresistible, she had been designed that way.

“Hello,” purred Slut in her sultry voice, “I didn’t disturb anything did I?  I can always come back later.”

“N-No” stammered the dark skinned girl in a confused voice, “you didn’t disturb anything.”

“That’s too bad,” Slut continued as she moved up to the mirror with the rest of the girls.  “That would have been interesting.”

The dark skinned girl looked down at the floor for a moment, her uncertainty growing as she responded to Slut’s presence in a way she’d never expected she could.  Her brain was beginning to fire signals that it’s body understood but which her memories of what she was didn’t recognize.

Slut slid up to the mirror, withdrawing her makeup kit from her clutch and began touching up her makeup, making sure that she lightly brushed the bare arm of the tall blonde depositing some of her concentrated essence in the process.

“What did you mean by that,” the blonde said with a little heat as she backed fractionally away.   “What did you think we might be doing?”

Slut stopped touching up her already flawless makeup and turned her head to look at the blonde.  “Something interesting of course,” Slut replied as she looked deep and directly into the blonde’s blue eyes.

The blonde quickly looked away, unconsciously not wanting to see what was in Slut’s gaze.   Perhaps it was some primitive survival instinct that recognized how infectious that gaze could be, how it could reach into a woman’s soul and make it flame with desire … but it didn’t matter, what the blonde had seen there could not easily be forgotten.   No … as Slut saw the confusion on the girls face, saw the hesitation in her eyes, she knew that she had reached the blonde far more deeply that the young woman suspected.

“And what do you mean by that,” the red haired girl spoke up assertively, trying to be insulted but not quite managing it.

“Well,” Slut said as she looked boldly into the redhead’s eyes.  “You know … three girls in a bathroom, just imagine what might happen.”

The redhead’s eyes widened slightly as Slut’s own special pheromones reach her on an unconscious level, as the girls thoughts were directed down the lewd lines Slut wanted them to travel.

“That’s … that’s not right … ” said the mocha skinned girl, trying hard to be forceful but failing miserably.   Even now Slut to see the tiny rises on her dress showing where the girl’s nipples were hardening against the fabric.

“Oh it’s not is it?” Slut purred to her.  “That’s too bad, your friends are beautiful, don’t you think it would be nice to do something interesting with them?”

The black girl’s mouth dropped slightly as she stared with wide eyes, Slut’s essence helping guide the young woman’s imaginings exactly where Slut intended.

“No, she doesn’t,” snapped the blonde firmly which apparently was a mistake.   Unless Slut was mistaken, and she wasn’t, she sensed this one’s arousal grow and peak just at the point where she’d been most aggressive.  Well, everyone had a weakness, finding them and using them was what Slut did.

“Well, maybe she doesn’t,” Slut smirked.  “But apparently you do.”

Slut looked pointedly at the blonde’s chest where the clear bumps of her nipples plainly demonstrated her growing arousal.

“Why you fucking piece of garbage!!” the blonde spluttered in growing rage and arousal.   “Who the fuck do you think you are!!?”

Slut smiled, then without another word, slipped up close to the blonde, pressing her body into her prey and pulled the taller girl into her kiss.

The young woman was shocked at first and then fought hard to break away as slut’s pheromones poured into her, as her unyielding mouth unintentionally parted allowing Slut’s tongue to slip inside against hers.   The blonde’s rage grew ever greater as her body’s desires betrayed her, driving her arousal ever higher until she was kissing Slut back as forcefully and hard as Slut was herself, her hands pulling Slut’s mouth firmly against her own as Slut’s own hands kneaded the taller woman’s ass.

Finally the blonde regained enough composure to slip away, her hand going to her mouth as if to wipe away the very memory of what she’d just done.   The look she gave Slut was equal parts pure hate and inferno like desire to do it all over again.

“Now, that was interesting,” purred Slut seductively licking her lips.   “Didn’t you think that was interesting?” Slut purred looking the young black girl in the eyes once more.

The girl was obviously confused, but equally obviously aroused, one hand uncertainly squeezing one breast while she desperately attempted to keep her other hand away from the crease in her legs.

“Oh, yes you did,” laughed Slut softly as she slid over to the redhead.   “I imagine you would like this even better.”

The redhead looked around helplessly, looking over at the blonde for help, for guidance.   Slut smiled like the predator she was, obviously this girl needed direction.

“Look at me,” Slut said in a clear forceful tone.   “Look at me closely … look at ALL of me.”

The redhead reluctantly shifted her eyes away from her blonde friend and looked at Slut with new eyes, seeing all of her, every curve, every line, her stance, her eyes, the confidence and sexuality that literally radiated from her.   “You want me … you know it’s true,” Slut stated.

The redhead’s eyes grew larger with fear as the young woman realized that what Slut was saying was absolutely true.   She did want Slut, wanted her so badly she could feel her body shake.

“You want me to keep doing this, keep doing this to you, to all of your friends until those boyfriends of yours are history … until you can’t be aroused by them or any like them … you can only be aroused by each other, only aroused by those like me.”

The redhead was nearly crying now as she felt each word Slut gave to her ring with nothing but truth.   Even now she could feel nothing for her boyfriend Kyle … he was a nice guy but … she knew now he could never do anything for her, ever make her feel anything.  She didn’t desire him, couldn’t desire him.   Only someone like this woman could give her that, only those like her friends.

“Oh god … ” she whimpered.

Slut turned to look at the blonde who was almost shaking with rage and arousal.   “Bet that makes you angry,” Slut sneered. “I bet that you can’t stand what I’m doing to you, to all of you.”

“Yes,” the blonde said in a sharp bark.   “Who the fuck are you?” she snarled.

“Me, I just want to see something interesting.  Want me to do something that’ll really piss you off?” purred Slut.

“yes,” the blonde involuntarily gasped, her eyes widening as she realized what she had said.

“Why don’t you go over there and fuck that pretty little black friend of yours.  Take her, put her on the toilet and lick her cunt out like the trailer trash whore you are inside.  You know you want it, you know you need it, and that’s what makes it so fucking hot.  Knowing what it means, knowing what you are and knowing there’s not a fucking thing a white trash whore like you can do about it, nothing that you want to do about it!!” snarled Slut as each word slashed at the blonde’s psyche.

The blonde looked over at her black skinned friend in the cream colored dress, looked at the confused and helpless face as her friend struggled against what was happening to her. Watched with anticipation as the young woman seemed to melt under her hot frustrated gaze.  Fuck, it was the fucking hottest thing she’d ever seen.  She shouldn’t be like this but who the fuck cared?  She knew it, she knew she couldn’t lose control and yet … she knew she was going to do it … she knew that it was wrong, hated herself for even thinking about it … but she couldn’t wait to feel her tongue on her friends wet slit, listen to her scream in lust for her.  It was what a cunt like her wanted more than anything, the taste of raw pussy draining deep into her fucking soul!!!

The blonde’s entire body shook, her fists clenched against her own blue silk dress, glaring at her friend as if it were all her fault, all her fault that she looked so hot, that she just needed her cunt licked.  Fuck, she’d show her, she’d show her who was the Queen Dyke around HERE!!!

“Get the fuck over here,” the blonde snarled, roughly grabbing her mocha skinned friend her the arm, her head swimming with the pleasure of doing that, on knowing what would come next.

“Crissy,” moaned the black girl as she warred against her own desires.  “Don’t listen to her… please!”

“Shut the fuck up Dee!!” snapped the blonde as she half guided, half drug her friend toward the nearest bathroom stall.  “You’re my bitch now, so just shut the fuck up do what I say!!!”

The taller blonde girl pushed her friend into the stall and down on to the toilet.  “Now, just fucking spread those legs you filthy cunt.  You know you want me to … girls like you always want me to lick their filthy fuckholes!!! You aren’t fooling me you fucking whore!!!”

“oh … no crissy” the black girl pleaded.   “we’re friends and … oh fuck … this isn’t right.”

“Course it does, we were meant to fuck!!”  snarled her friend.

Without another word, the blonde reach down, lifted and spread her friends legs, kneeling down on the floor with her head just inches from the black girls already soaked panties.

“no … no crissy … not that.” whimpered her friend feebly.  “you can’t.”

“The fuck I can’t.” snarled the blonde as she ripped her friends silk panties into shreds and then buried her tongue deep inside the black beauties ready and waiting snatch.

“oh nooo … oh … oh … nooo … oh god … oh god,” moaned young woman as she unconsciously reached forward and drew her friends head into her.  “oh fuck … oh fuck … oh fuccccckkkkkkkk.  Oh my god … Ohhhhh  Ohhh Oh my God … YES!!!!”

Slut looked on in satisfaction. “You’re all Sluts, you’re all rugmunching cunts and dykes … god what a torrid bunch of bitches.  Isn’t that right?”

A shriek of “Yes!!!!” issue from the black girl’s mouth as her blonde friend angrily lashed her clit, her tongue too busy to do more than grunt in agreement.

“You see,”  Slut purred dangerously as she turned back to the terrified redhead.   “It doesn’t matter that you’ve go money, it doesn’t matter that you’ve smart or talented.   You’re all sluts … and of all the pussies you can’t wait to taste, mine’s the one you’re going to want the most … always.”

The girl trembled as the unwanted truth washed through her, undeniable just like her torrid desire for the oriental beauty who was doing this to her … doing this to her and her friends.

“This is what you always wanted to be … it makes you all complete, it makes you all what you should have always been,” purred Slut.  “Isn’t that right.”

The redhead’s eyes widened even further as it all came clear to her, it all became so apparent.   She could hear her blonde friends snarls of passion, and Dee’s moans and screams of pure desire echoing from the stall.  She could actually smell their desire, and then, more importantly, she could smell her own … and the woman standing in front of her, a woman that she was just dying to taste … dying to fuck forever if she could.

“Yes,” she gasped.  “It’s what we always should have been.”

“Then show me,” commanded Slut.

The red headed girl stepped into Slut’s arms and melted eagerly into her, plunging into a deep kiss as she began to carefully undo Slut’s dress.


By the time the young women exited the bathroom again, Slut had returned to her table, her visage unruffled and elegant.   Her sluts were not quite so composed.  With Slut’s help, they had unruffled their dresses, redone their hair, but they couldn’t completely keep the new sway out of their stride, or gaze at the women around them without a tinge of hunger in their look.  It was now a major effort for each of them not to touch each other and do the things they knew they had been designed to do. The boys would soon figure out something was wrong, even if they wouldn’t grasp what, and the evening would turn out badly for them, their girlfriends sending them home alone as they stayed out a bit longer … without them.

Shortly thereafter they would return to the hotel above this restaurant, reserve one of the suites for the evening and then Slut would spend the rest of the night, and probably many nights thereafter, teaching them how to be what they already knew they were, her cunt loving little sluts.



It was enough to make Slut smile and pity the prey around her who would never know what it meant to be complete.