You knock softly on Alex's door.
"Come in, Ally!" you hear from the other side.
You come in. He's lying on his stomach on his bed, clad in a tee and a pair of comfy looking shorts, socked feet in the air, reading a book on his E-reader. The tablet's stylus hangs from his lips.
"How'd you know it was me?" You ask.
He smiles. "I can tell by how you knock. And the sound of your footsteps, too. It's super distinctive!"
Fair enough, but you're still a little taken aback.
"What's up?" Alex asks.
"Well -- it's been such a strange night," you begin, "with everything that happened with the implants... and so I wanted to tell you... that I'm glad you let us know about Rose2, even if it complicates matters."
His smile falters, if only a little. "I'm sorry, though. I know you care about Rosie. Even if you won't admit it! I don't know what'll happen next. But I hope we can--"
He stops as Dr. Carte pushes into the room -- shoving you aside and stepping past the threshold.
"Ms. Car-- Renee-- uhh -- hi!" Alex squeaks. He looks from her face to yours. "Did she come with you, Ally?"
"Yeah," you admit.
Dr. Carte, hands on her waist, peers down at him. "You, young man -- you and I have unfinished business to attend to."
He turns in place and rises to his butt, concerned: "Of course, Ms. Ca-- Renee-- anything you need! I'll help however I can."
"Good," Dr. Carte says. "Take off your clothes."
Alex coughs like he's been punched in the chest.
You laugh. "You really have no sense of foreplay," you tell Dr. Carte. "Do you?"
Alex makes a pouty face. "You guys scared me for a second."
"You should be scared!" Dr. Carte insists. "This is scary business! We need to verify that you're not invisible!"
He giggles. "This again? Tch-- you're so weird sometimes, Renee. Tiresias didn't make me *invisible*-- ah--"
His protests dissolve into a pinched little squeak of fright as Dr. Carte crawls onto the bed, and loops her arms over him from behind. She rubs his chest through his shirt.
"Alex, you silly little gay boy," she says, "you can't know that unless we test it. You have your hypothesis, great -- that you're not invisible to Alabaster -- but now, we have to run an experiment... that's just basic scientific practice."
She rests her chin on his shoulder. He's blushing deeply already, and the dirty stuff hasn't even begun. Dr. Carte gets her hands under the hem of Alex's tee, and runs them up and down his torso. She stops only to pinch his nipples. Under this extremely gentle cruelty, he starts to shake like a leaf. "A-Ally... are you going to... let her take advantage... of me... like this?"
You nod. "Why not? That's why we came by."
"Arms up," Dr. Carte commands.
He lifts his arms. With the light rustle of fabric, off comes his tee, inverting on itself as Dr. Carte pulls it past his head. He's bare-chested. Dr. Carte, still rubbing him up and down with both her hands, sets her chin back on his shoulder.
"Well?" She asks you. "What do you see?"
"I see a half-naked little gay boy," you say.
"Nnn-- Ally..." He murmurs. Then, when Dr. Carte pinches his nipple, again: "Owie! Ow..."
"You saw that?" She asks.
"Oh yeah. But do the other one, though, so I can make sure."
She pinches his other nipple now, even harder, trapping it between her fingernails and squeezing. His back arches, but she keeps him held fast -- her arm snaking around his flat tummy.
"Renee, please-- not so rough--"
"Shh, shh," she coos soothingly, directly into his ear. "It's okay. We're just making sure of a couple things, that's all. Science. That's all. You like this, don't you?"
He seems uncertain. Dr. Carte brushes the hair from his face and repeats the question.
"I do..." he admits. "But... can't you be a little more gentle?"
"Oh, sure, sure," Dr. Carte says. "I'll be gentle. I'll be so gentle with you, Alex." She reaches down and tenderly cups the tenting crotch of his shorts. "I'll be real fucking gentle with you, you little pervert... I'll make sure Alabaster is, too..." She switches sides, and whispers in his other ear: "take off your pants."
Alex is as compliant as a paid whore now. Still trapped in Dr. Carte's embrace, he raises his butt just a bit off the mattress, and removes his shorts. They slide down his baby-smooth legs, to his ankles; Dr. Carte helps them the rest of the way off. She takes them in one hand, wads them up, and puts the crotch to her nose. She inhales deeply. Slut.
"You smell good," she tells Alex, after a few moments. She tosses the shorts aside.
Alex wasn't wearing underwear, so now he's fully nude in Dr. Carte's arms. As always, he's shaved completely bare, not a trace of hair to be found anywhere around his fat, pulsing, leaking cock, already hard from all this gentle domination.
"See anything?" Dr. Carte asks you.
"I think," you say. "Maybe. It's hard to tell, though... it's possible that he did turn invisible..."
"Allyyyy..." he whines, and chews on his finger.
Dr. Carte reaches down and runs the flat of her hand across the length of Alex's inner thigh -- first one, then the other. "Can you see his legs?"
"I think so."
"Not sure?"
"I dunno."
Grinning evilly, Dr. Carte slaps Alex's thigh meat -- thwack -- it's a sharp blow that resounds in the little room. He winces and cries out with that girly, high-pitched voice of his. But his cock spits up a little wad of precum, all over his sheets. At heart, he likes getting slapped around.
"Okay, I think I saw that," you allow. Your own cock is getting harder by the second in your trousers. And, not wanting Alex to feel like the odd one out, you decide to get naked too.
Dr. Carte follows suit, disrobing even as she keeps Alex held tight. Soon this older, taller, plumper woman has Alex held against her naked body, his back to her giant chest, her legs wrapped around his butt. He stares madly at the sheets, embarrassed. It's like a scene from an /ss/ manga. Not, uh, that you would know anything about those.
"Play with me, Alex," Dr. Carte commands. She takes his left wrist, and guides it towards the space between their bodies. He gets the idea. His fingers curl up and find the opening of Dr. Carte's perpetually horny lower hole. Or at least you assume he finds her fuckhole, given how loudly Dr. Carte sighs, and how dreamy the smile that spreads across her face is. Alex is jilling her off right now.
"Okay, Alabaster," Dr. Carte says after a moment, "we need to make certain of--" She pauses, slaps Alex's thigh again. "Don't you fucking stop, Alex, I didn't tell you to stop-- that's it-- keep playing with my cunt--" She glances up at you. "We need to make certain he's 100% visible, now. Do you see anything else below his waist?"
You put a finger to your chin. "Feet?" You say. "Knees?"
Dr. Carte shakes her head. "This is no good... this is really serious. His best parts might be invisible to you..."
You can hear the wet squelching of Alex's fingers working inside her. She gets her hands under his knees, and spread his legs wide -- real, real wide, calves in the air, sock-clad feet hanging limp, so that his entire weight is resting on his coccyx. In this position, he's utterly exposed. Not just his cock, and his testicles, but that hole in his rear -- that delightful boypussy you're so fond of sinking into.
"Do you see this?" Dr. Carte asks. She wraps a hand around his cock, and wags it back and forth. Little droplets of his prefuck go flying.
"Oh -- yes!" You slap your forehead with the heel of your palm. "There it is. Of course." Your own cock is dripping, too... all over the carpet of Alex's room.
"Gooood~" She purrs.
Alex is beside himself, shaking his head, biting his fingernails.
With the digits of her other hand, Dr. Carte finds Alex's asshole. She gets him spread open, displaying the soft pink interior. It's amazing how dexterous she is, and how she can manage this position. With her arms supporting his legs under his knees, and both her hands toying with his genitals... he's totally at her mercy. Playfully she nibbles his ear.
"Do you see this, too?" She asks you.
"See what?" You ask. You take a step forward.
"This," Dr. Carte says. She starts to finger him, in and out, slowly. At the same time, she also starts to slowly masturbate his cock. "This little fuckhole. This little pussy. Do you see it?"
You crawl up onto the bed, on your tummy, and get your face way up close. "Hmmm," you say, as if lost in contemplation. "Let me take a closer look..."
Dr. Carte lets go of him so you can have your way. She keeps his ass spread with both her hands so you can see. You use your fingers to poke and prod him lewdly. Alex -- who's still obediently playing with Dr. Carte's pussy for her, as instructed -- squirms and lets out little breathy exhalations while you prod his anus. Staring down at you from above, face crimson, cock dripping, he can only manage: "Alllyyy... Alllyyyy... you're so mean..."
"I'm sorry," you say, "but I need to make sure. I would hate if I couldn't see your pussy anymore. Wouldn't you?"
He nods.
"Isn't there some other way we can check?" Dr. Carte says. "If you're having a hard time detecting it with your eyes... maybe you can use some other sense?"
"Good idea, doctor," you say. "Hmm... taste?"
"Ally--!"
He didn't expect this, for sure. You latch your mouth to his boypussy and start to lick. You eat him out like the horny bitch he really is. You get your tongue way up deep inside, and swirl it around. It's just like eating a real girl's cunt. And just like a real girl, he has much the same reaction: legs shaking, voice going shrill and staccato. He gasps and chokes and sputters. Even moreso as, laughing lowly, Dr. Carte resumes jerking him off.
Alex's insides taste sweet, like honey. Now you know why Cerise and Gal and the others are so enthusiastic about getting him ready for you to rape. You'll have to do it more often, yourself. You find yourself lost in the delicious heat and aroma of it, the meaty texture, the tight way his pussy grips and twitches against your tongue. You eat him out for much longer than you intended. The scent of his arousal mixes with the much muskier scent of Dr. Carte's, and melds inside your nostrils. It makes your cock, trapped underneath you on the mattress, strain and ache. You really, really need to fuck something... you need to jab your cock into a hot, wet hole, and cum inside it. Male, female, it doesn't matter... you just need to fuck.
"Ahh-- ahhhn~ -- I'm -- I'm cummminngggg--" Alex sighs. Your dual efforts have brought him over the edge. Gasping in his feminine way, he blows a very un-feminine wad of spunk in Dr. Carte's palm. She milks it out expertly.
Dr. Carte laughs. "You quickshot, you," she teases. She slowly pulls her hand off his still-jittery dick, making sure to trap all the sperm. Like dispensing a handful of sand, Dr. Carte raises her balled fist above Alex's face and lets his jizz seep out of it. It descends in a single, long, unbroken bubbly strand of white. He knows what to do. He tilts his head back, parts his jaw, and lets the runny seed pool in the back of his throat. His eyes droop, going half-lidded as Dr. Carte feeds his own cum to him. This degrading act, and the sight of you still licking Alex out, seems to be enough to bring Dr. Carte off, too. You hear her cunt squirting against Alex's back as he helps her cream herself.
You pull your mouth away from Alex's ass. "I don't know," you say. "I still can't tell."
"This is even more serious than I thought," Dr. Carte says with a husky voice. She flattens her palm and smears Alex's cum all over his face. "Hmm..." she purrs, even as her palm runs in circles and trails slime all over him, and he gasps and chokes on his own spunk, "...maybe you can try sense of touch next."
"Great idea," you agree. You get up on your knees and roughly grab Alex's knees. "I've got the experimental apparatus ready -- right here..."
Your red, veiny cock is raring to go. Dr. Carte reaches down and pets it. "I see," she says. "Are you sure this is the proper size for the application?"
"It might be too big," you admit.
"Seconded. You might break the test subject..."
"That's a risk we'll just have to take," you grunt, and jab your cock in Alex's silky boypussy.
His whole body tenses, and his neck muscles strain, and he gasps in pain. Dr. Carte coos and pets him. "Quiet, quiet... you're used to this, Alex... just let him fuck you... just let him fuck you, okay?"
"Ms. Carte... Ms. Carte... it's too much... please..."
She rolls her eyes. "Stop whining. God. You got to cum, didn't you? So let him cum, too. Selfish brat."
He shudders. Nothing gets him off harder than being humiliated by a strong woman. You start to fuck in earnest, enjoying the buttery texture of his interior walls, the hard nubbin of his prostate and the way the head of your prick scrapes against it. Such a nice hole to fuck -- tight, and hot... a perfect place for your horny cock to burp up a load of sperm. In this position, with Dr. Carte assisting, you have total access, and fuck upwards into Alex's body without a care in the world. Dr. Carte watches on, enjoying the sight, a voyeur at heart just like her rapist daughter.
"So?" she prompts. "Can you feel him?"
"Yes," you pant, "oh yes, for sure... fuck, yes... he's so fucking tight, Dr. Carte..."
Her curious hands play with you both -- petting his slimy cock, patting your belly and crotch, egging you on. Gulping, she says, "y-you... need to ejaculate inside him... lots, and lots... it's the only way to be completely certain..."
"Fuck..." you heave.
"Allyyyy..." He locks eyes with you. "Please -- please, spunk inside my pussy!"
"Aghhh," you groan, unable to contain it any longer. You're spunking all right, just as he asked. A big fat load just for him. You piston in and out at lightning speed, your hips a blur, while you fuck him full of cum. He jizzes again, too, the horny cunt. It squirts up in a tall arc that falls back against his chest, his face, and the top of Dr. Carte's head.
"Yessss!" He screams, cumming like a whore. "Make me a girl, Ally! Fuck, you're doing it!! Make me your girl! Make me a bitch!"
You feel like you'll cum a whole gallon into him as your cock pumps squirt after squirt of the sticky stuff. It seems like it'll never end. And when finally it does end, when finally you've emptied your nuts entirely inside the depths of Alex's tight asshole, you fall forward, collapsing with him and Dr. Carte in a sweaty, heaving pile. Your still-erect cock remains buried to the hilt in his ass. You can feel his prostate throbbing against the shaft, just under the head.
"Ally..." he coos. "I love you so much..."
"You do, don't you," you pant.
"Mmmhmm."
"You're a fucking bitch for me, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," he agrees unhesitatingly.
"My little cunt?"
"I'm your little cunt, Ally."
You kiss him on the forehead. "I love you, too."
Dr. Carte writhes herself free of the love pile, and circles the two of you like a vulture. You lift your head to find her squatting over you, presenting her mature cunt. Her fingers are digging at her itchy hole. "You're not done," she tells you. "We need to make sure there were no side effects."
"Dr. Carte--"
"Can you see this?" She asks. She tickles her clit. "Oh dear... we need to do some more testing... extensive testing..."
She starts to rub herself against your face.