Recursion B.4.

RECURSION

B.4.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!!”

Josephina The Bearded Lady startles awake! She’s still in the big velvet bed tangled in the limbs of her lovers! She must’ve fallen asleep! “Horsefeathers!!”

“Huh?” The Incredible Two-Headed Lady Olivia asks, and also, “What?”

“You Traitorous Tart! You… you Hirsute Harlot!”

Joe panics and manages to squirm upright, rearranges her long auburn beard to cover her naked breasts, and reaches under the covers to adjust her still sticky cock. “Damn damn damn…”

“Monty?” Lily asks blearily, seeing the furious face of Montgomery Magickullus, her boss and erstwhile lover. The thin magician quivers within his shabby old tuxedo, gloved hands clenched into tight fists. He looks incredibly angry.

“Lydia too,” Olly notes quietly, the other conjoined sister spying her own cuckolded lover, Lydia the Tattooed Lady. Lydia stands behind her boss, inky arms crossed, nude but for her tattoos and lacy bloomers. Her lips are pressed in a thin line and a tattoo of a beautiful woman groped by Death leers at them from her shoulder.

“Boss, it looks like the new quiff has nicked our gals.”

Joe is fighting the urge to run away. She is so fucked! She only joined The Magickullus Curiosity Revue a few weeks ago, a pretty bearded lady on the run and desperate for a new gig. She’s here to get out of trouble! Not find fresh beef! Joe knew Olly and Lily were involved with the boss and his terrifying tattooed lieutenant, knew that falling into Olivia’s two-headed bed was a dangerous mistake, but the conjoined sisters had stolen Joe’s heart from first sight: a two-headed siren on a bed, squeezed into a slinky negligee, two identical beautiful honey blonde heads growing from a single slender feminine body, three perky ripe breasts, two identical voices harmonizing in song… Joe was bewitched, breathless, enthralled. When the twins had confessed their interest in Joe, how could she resist? Joesephina has always been a sucker for forbidden love… “What do we do?”

“I haven’t a clue,” Lily whispers, still in shock. She never intended for their tryst with Joe to be exposed, especially so dramatically. “This is bad,” Olly agrees, although she’s a little glad to be caught by their old lovers. Both sisters preferred the gorgeous Josephina to their old flames: her long red hair and beard were silky and soft and beautifully styled, her face was pretty, her body curvaceous and strong, and her cock was enormous. She was exciting and kind and cared for both Lily and Olly, valued them as individuals and together as a package. Which was a big step up from Monty and Lydia who treated the sisters as a singular Olivia, and even then rather too much like property. “This wasn’t supposes to happen,” Lily says quietly.

“Run away with me,” Joe hisses, since running away is her customary solution to romantic trouble.

Lily shakes her head, “Where could we go?”

“And anyway,” Olly adds, moving the one leg she controls, “we aren’t terribly quick.”

“NO ONE IS GOING ANYWHERE!” Monty the Magickullus screams.

“That’s right,” Lydia adds, holding aloft a sparkling crystal pendant. “Watch the shiny…” Lydia swings the pendant. “Listen to my voice…” Joe and the twins involuntarily fixate on the swinging gem, which goes back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. “You hear nothing but my voice…” Lily and Olly feel fuzzy, dull, and Joe feels the world falling away. The sun and star tattooed around Lydia’s nipples rotate and the moon on her chest waxes and wanes. The pendulum swings back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…. On Lydia’s belly inky Lovers start to fuck. “You are feeling sleepy… so sleepy…” And they feel sleepy, so sleepy…. “So very, very sleepy…” So very sleepy… “REST.”

***

“AWAKEN.” 

Josephina gasps back to confused consciousness. Her naked body is resting on something cold and hard like a table, but her head is dangling over empty air. She tries to move and finds her wrists, ankles, and neck are trapped and her body is enclosed by walls. A box? She’s inside a box! Joe cranes her neck and sees Lily and Olly’s heads and hands poking out from a gold trimmed, red lacquered trunk raised up on a wheeled base. “Wha?”

Lily and Olly glance into each other’s eyes; this isn’t their first time inside this particular box and they know exactly what is about to happen. “Fuck,” Olly whispers to her sister.

“Welcome back,” Lydia says cooly.

“Ladies, ex-lovers, and whores!” Monty declaims, “For my next trick: REVENGE!”

Lydia scoffs, “Boss…”

“Can’t a man enjoy a little theatricality?”

Lydia rests her hands on hips inked with swords, “I suppose.”

“Thank you,” Monty stands where everyone can see him. He’s wearing his shabby tuxedo, top hat, and a tattered cape. “As I was saying…” He throws out his white gloved hands, “Revenge!”

Everyone stares at Monty and he gestures at Lydia “Lovely assistant? Could you?” 

Lydia rolls her eyes, plasters on a big showgirl smile, and struts over to Lily and Olly’s box. She gives it a spin on its wheels, making the twins a bit dizzy and letting Joe see the red trunk and captive two-headed woman from every angle. Then Lydia pushes the twins in their box over to Monty, her back tattoo of a man hung in rope bondage writhing helplessly. “Presenting! Olivia The Two-Headed Trollop!”

Monty the Magickullus strokes his little goatee, “My Lily, my dear Olivia, my two-headed biscuit, how could you betray me so? When I took you in! Made you a star! Loved you…” Monty sighs and looks at Lydia, “Is this all the thanks I get for running an orphanage for wayward nymphs?”

“Monty, this is a freakshow.”

Monty the Magickullus ignores her and reaches up behind his cape and says “Voila!” He pulls out a huge steel blade, razor edged and polished like a mirror. He waves the blade in front of Olly and Lily and they can see their scared faces reflected in the steel. Monty smiles and makes a big show of testing the edge of the blade with his finger, deliberately cutting himself, drawing blood. “Well, kitten, have you anything to say for yourself?”

Lily swallows, her heart racing and mouth dry.  She says: “You are a small selfish man and a dismal lover.” 

Olly gasps at her sister’s audacity, and then smiles, “I never liked you either.” 

Monty turns pale, growls, and plunges the blade into the trunk! Lily and Olly gasp, spasm, feel a fiery hot flash of sharpness and pressure as the blade stabs into them, cleaves through them! “Noooo!” Joesephina screams! The blade makes an audible bang as it slams into its special slot, dividing the trunk in half, bisecting the twins completely! Lily and Olly are alive, breathing heavily, moaning. They can feel the blade pressed into their body, through it, cold and hard, but they don’t feel any agony, any hot torrent of blood. They kick their feet weakly, “Help…” one of them whispers.

Lydia dons another showgirl smile and grabs Lily and Olly by the feet and tugs. Joe gasps as she see the two halves of the magic trick box separate, creating a four foot space between the twin’s top and bottom halves. Lydia spins the lower box so the legs are pointing impossibly inward, then walks to the top half of the trunk and rotates it so the twin’s heads are facing their feet. Olly gasps as she spots their feet; she can still feel them so she kicks her leg and watches her toes wiggle. Lily feels a giddy sense of awful disbelief, “Fuck….”

“Ta-dah,” Lydia says, throwing out her arm in a triumphant gesture. The burning phallic Tower inked onto her forearm ejaculates ruinous flames.

“As for you…” Monty says, making another monstrous blade appear in his hands, stalking towards Josephina. “You hairy hussy, you pilose prostitute, you crinite courtesan, you hispid whore, you… you…”

“Bearded bitch?” Lydia offers.

“Precisely!” Monty displays the cold blade to Joe, and she sees her horrified face in the mirror surface. The blade is huge and perfect, without a blemish other than the hone line of the wickedly sharp edge. Joe squirms, thrashes inside the box, fights to get free! Her mouth is cottony dry and her heart thunders in her chest as if it too is trying to escape. “Hold still,” Monty admonishes, “You wouldn’t want me to miss.”

Joe freezes, breathing rapid shallow breathes like trapped prey. “Please,” she whispers, “Have mercy…”

“You’ll find no mercy here,” Lydia says glumly, showing Joesephina the blindfolded dominatrix tattooed on her forearm. It is labelled Justice.

“ABRACADABRA!” Monty shouts, whirling the blade above his head before chopping it into the trunk. Joe screams, bucks, feels the icy burn of the steel slashing through her body, feels the vibration of the heavy blade slamming home. She gasps, pants, weirdly feels no pain, just an awful iron pressure splitting her in half. She squirms her legs and feels that somehow, inappropriately, her cock is rock hard. “Ohhh….”

Lily and Olly watch in mute silence as Lydia pulls Josephina apart, separating her top and bottom halves and walking between them. Lydia rests her hands on either half of the box and poses, coquettish, legs spread to show off the rapturous tattoo of a succubus devil surrounding her cunt. Lydia blows the twins a kiss and spins the two halves of Joesephina so the bearded lady can see her own feet. “What’s next boss?”

Monty strokes his goatee and pulls a black and white wand from somewhere. “Ah-hem, well we can’t just leave them like that…” He taps his hat thoughtfully, “But since you all wanted to be together so very badly, perhaps we should oblige? Lydia dear?”

Joe and the twins gawk in fascinated fear as Monty and Lydia each strut to a box containing a top half. Joe yelps as her upper body is spun and pushed, and Olly and Lily glance at each other as their top half starts to move too. Joe doesn’t know what’s happening, cranes her neck to see, her beard keeps falling onto her face, while the twins are starting to panic a little. They all hear a thunk and feel a vibration. “ALLAKHAZAM!” Monty shouts.

And then Joe and Olly and Lily simultaneously gasp as they feel the icy fire of the blade inside their body slice back out…

Followed by the explosion of impossible new sensations! 

“What!?” Joe gasps as she feels alien limbs moving, her lower body expanding, contracting, breathing.

“Ohhhh,” Lily moans and “Fuck,” Olly whimpers, twins guessing what has happened to them.

Lydia laughs and unlocks the magic trunk, swings open the lid, and frees the prisoner involunteers. Joe and the twins writhe, wriggle, helpless and clumsy inside the box, trying to get up, kicking absent legs somewhere else. “Boss, give me a hand here?”

Joe and the twins are grabbed by Lydia and Monty, manhandled, awkwardly lifted, dumped on the ground in a single heap. Joe sputters, pushes her tangled beard from her eyes and stares down her body and screams! Where her legs should be is Olly and Lily! Their top half merged seamlessly into her own! They were conjoined! A three-headed woman with two torsos, like a demented playing card queen! Joe can feel the twin’s body too, the rise and fall of their chest, the weight of their three breasts, the blink of their confused, disbelieving eyes. “Horsefeathers,” Lily says, with a kind of wonder.

“What should we do with the legs?” Lydia asks.

“Dispose of them? I do not care.” Monty stomps to each lower half box, taps them with his wand and mutters a desultory “KAZAM.”

Lydia follows Monty with a smirk, opens the boxes, and lifts each squirming, truncated set of hips and legs free and tosses them to the ground. “Youch!” Olly whines as the twin’s disconnected lower half bounces on the floor. “Shit…” Lily observes, aware they can still feel and control their detached legs, “Weird…”

“Well my saw-crossed lovers, it has been a profound displeasure, and so I shall be leaving you to your fate. Shall we, Lydia?”

“Wait!” Joe squeals, trying to go after them, arms beseeching, legs kicking clumsy and useless on the floor. “You can’t leave us like this! You have to fix us!”

“Mmm, my dear little goateed ingrate, you’ll find this magician is plum out of tricks for you. Perhaps you can find a sympathetic wizard waiting in the wings?”

Lydia snorts, “You three should figure out a new act.”

“For someone else’s production,” Monty says sternly. He brushes his gloved hands together, “I wash my hands of you three? You one?”

“You should probably figure that out too.”

“Quite. I expect you to be off the premises by morning. Come along my dear,” Monty slips his arm through Lydia’s and the two perform a deep stage bow, the tattooed Emperor and Empress on Lydia’s thighs smirking on their forniphilic thrones. “Adieu!”

Joe and the twins watch the magician and Tattooed Lady walk away. “Bloody fucking hell,” Joesephina says, flopping back and tugging her silky beard in frustration. “What do we do now?”

“In the long run?” Lily says, her voice strangely husky.

“No idea,” Olly purrs.

“But right now?”

“Let’s make love.”

“What!?” 

Lily and Olly kiss each other passionately, awash in their giddy secret: they are lovers. They share a body, are technically sisters, but the pleasure they experience together is so intense, so complete, so pure, that their sexual connection transcends anything they could possibly share with outsiders. It was true they took lovers; Monty, Lydia, Joesephina; but their true passion was exploring their sexuality together, sometimes with a third, but often alone, masturbating in front of a mirror. And now suddenly they had another person to share their body with. Their pleasure…

Joesephina feels the twins arousal, the flutter of their heart, the heady wash of hormones, the ache of nipples, the hungry wrestle of lips kissing and being kissed all at once. Somewhere else Joesephina experiences an unfamiliar ache, a throb, a sense of hot wetness. Is this what a quim feels like? Joe moans, feels her own body responding, the weight of her own breasts, her magically estranged cock growing hard. “How?”

“Later,” Olly promises.

“Now,” Lily says, hand kneading her middle breast.

“Mmmmm,” Joe groans, hands clutching her own larger tits, caressing the achingly hard points of her nipples.

“Voila,” Olly and Lily say together, pointing a hand like a showgirl. Joesephina turns her head and sees the twins’ erstwhile legs strutting toward them, long and pale, hips rolling, top surface an impossibly smooth membrane of unbroken skin. The legs stop, lift a knee high like a chorus dancer, and then slide the sole of a foot down the smooth skin of a calf. “Ohhhh…” Joesephina whines, her distant cock twitching, aching.

The twin’s legs rub their thighs together and strut over to Joe, step over her face, stand above her with the pink slit of Olly and Lily’s quim looming. Olly bites her lip, Lily grins, and Joe moans, all three feeling the hot urgent hunger in their shared detached cunt. The legs twitch and cunt drool drips down onto Joe’s face, hot and syrupy and wet. “Going down,” Lily sings with a gasp and the legs smoothly squat over Joe, cunt touching her mustached lips. Joe moans into labia, shivers at the feeling of pleasure, gently licks the pussy and gasps! She can feel it! Feel her tongue! Her very own vagina!

Olly and Lily moan and grind their disconnected pelvis into Joe’s face, ride her moustache, grope their three breasts. “Yessss…” Olly sighs.

“Want…more…” Lily moans.

“Oh yes!” Olly agrees. “Legs!”

“Yes! Legs!”

“Mwaahh??” Joe mumbles into communal quim.

“Fetch your legs…” 

“What?”

“We want your cock…”

“Our cock…”

“Oh,” Joe says as the twin’s legs shimmy off her face. She wipes her grool slick beard and glances around the room, spotting her absent legs, laying on their back, limbs bent, aching erection pointing skyward like an obelisk. Joe tries to stand up her legs, but only manages to kick awkwardly, scoot along the floor.  “Um?” 

Olly giggles and Lily says: “Roll over.”

“Oh.” Joe concentrates and manages to kick her legs over onto their front, wincing as her cock bumps the cold floor. She squirms and shimmies her lower half to its knees and unsteadily climbs to her runaway feet. She frowns and takes a step, stumbles, almost falls, but manages to hobble her legs over to the rest of their body parts. Joe awkwardly shuffles her feet, uncertain. “Okay what now?”

Olly and Lily’s legs straddle Josephina’s chest, plump ass resting on the soft swell of her tits. The twins swing a leg over, twist their hips around in a half circle, and reposition their lower body so its laying down, legs spread wide, cunt oriented toward the twins heads. Olly and Lily prop themselves up and study the moist blossom of their own vulva from a wild new perspective, feel the pounding beat of their arousal. “Grab our hips,” Lily instructs and Joe does, grabbing the twins’ lower half by their pelvis, feeling their ass cuddle against her breasts. “Hold tight.”

“Now fuck us…” Olly groans.

Joe moans, feeling the desperate need of their entire jumbled collection of body parts. Her legs stumble, almost fall again, are caught by the twins, guided by touch and aimed, thighs straddling their conjoined body, rigid cock aimed at the twin’s hungry cunt. Joe feels giddy, unreal, she is fused to her conjoined lovers and their disembodied legs are about to fuck on top of them like a living mattress. What the fuck is happening? The twins squeeze her ass, impatient, give her hips a little shove, so Joe carefully scoots her hips forward, steers her aching cock into the eager tight heat of their pussy. All three of them gasp, a triumvirate of sensation, as they all feel every facet of penetration, of cock pushing, of pussy stretching, of the pleasure of everything fitting together perfectly. “Aaaahh,” Lily gasps and the hips in Joe’s hands flex and roll. “Oh lord,” Joe whines and tries to pull back, to thrust, but it’s awkward with only legs. Olly and Lily grab her calves, hold tight, create leverage, and Joe starts to thrust her legs, fucking the twins cunt, her own cunt, sharing coitus. All three pant and moan, grunt and growl, a three person chorus of sex, as they thrust faster, and faster, and faster, pleasure building, building, building…. Breaking! A cock erupting! A cunt trembling in orgasm! Three voices crying out! A strange shared body twisting in euphoria!

And then relaxing…drifting…asleep…>>>