This choice: Claire gets a reprieve as Mark grabs a new host • Go Back...Chapter #45Claire gets a reprieve as Mark grabs a new host by: araki   Mark surveyed the girls that had gathered. Anyone would've had a hard time guessing that these girls were some of the school's finest, in fact by sheer coincidence he had amassed the first team of the girls volleyball squad. Although given that they were first to get in probably was why they were the best.
"We'll get one more, I already have someone in mind." Mark looked down at Laura who was still kneeling between his borrowed snatch. The sight of the Latina's doe-eyed look and mock innocence looking into his eyes even as her tongue was still cheekily teasing Britney's clit stirred something within him or maybe even something within Britney herself that he was wearing like a cheap suit. There's always that rush of corrupting his hosts that kept him in the game after all this time. "Don't worry Heather, we'll get your sister again. Tim still needs to be fucked up and we're not finished with her education yet." He nonchalantly shoved Laura's face deeper into Britney's cunt for an encore.
"Oh yeah, we can't let those slutty milkers go to waste.", Heather crudely remarked. "Fuck I miss them already. Can't wait until I get my hands on them again."
Mark closed his eyes and opened them to a higher vantage point. It was Katie's turn to host Mark's 'primary' soul. There was a full length mirror in front of him where Katie could see her expression slowly being twisted into a sadistic smile as Mark felt one of his borrowed feet stepped on squishy ground that was really Amanda's tits. "Damn Juggers, you're such a pervert, asking me to step on you. Bet you were fingerblasting yourself off when we hit the showers."
"She's one sick fuck," Alyssa quipped. "Oooh, that's a nice expression, never knew she could look like that." The ebony beauty commented at the reflection of Katie's face in the mirror.
The clones were stunned when Mark materialised amongst them, simultaneously withdrawing the clone in Claire and leaving one in Katie's body. They knew that he won't be able to take all of the incoming girls.
"Think we've got time for a quick one?" Mark grinned stroking his already erect shaft. He looked at Alyssa knowing fully the girl had something in her bag of tricks that was apt for the occasion.
***
It was probably the most one-sided practice match ever. Although the second strings were no slouch and some of them were very clear they wanted to be in the first team, they stood no chance against the team of Mark-addled girls who were telepathically linked.
Alyssa's spikes were true and sharp, knowing when and where her teammates were going to place the ball meant that there was no errors and no wasted movements. She was also playing with a handicap of just being creampied by Mark a few minutes ago and still had his sperm inside her cunt. Occasionally she adjusted her short, stuck in constant struggle between almost mooning her teammates and preventing leakages. The other girls were also benefitting from the 'skill transfer' from Alyssa's brain and with Mark lifting their inhibitions started to pepper the other side when they can.
Britney, who was made new captain in a surprising turn to everyone except for the Mark-addled girls, was able to focus more on her blocks knowing that her teammates covered the floor behind her. She was also the main beneficiary of the 'skill transfer' utilising her full height to land her own spikes.
Meanwhile Mark had a smug smile on his newest borrowed meatsuit as he stood by the technical area, occasionally barking tactical calls that was really not needed but help to maintain the illusion. She was also enjoying the little show that the girls were putting out for him and which he occasionally partake. Mary Schumer, a national volleyball player in her mid 20s bet she didn't think she would be a puppet sock for Mark when she took on the position as an assistant coach for her sabbatical. Her blonde hair was tied in the worklike ponytail and she was wearing her usual tracksuit which Mark no doubt would divest as soon as possible. Having her brain on tap and her perspective from the outside was a cheat code on top of her honed techniques now made available to her team.
Overall, from the outside, the first team looked as if they knew where everyone was positioned at all time, playing with unreal coordination and exhibiting skills beyond their abilities. If they looked a little deeper they'd have noticed something was amiss.
"Good job girls," Mark greeted them as they walked off the court, giving a high-five to all the girls. Britney has called for timeout and made a bee-line straight to her coach.
"Jugger's tits was flailing everywhere, it was fucking hilarious.", Britney muttered to Mark and the two shared a giggle whilst the rest of the girls took a quick water break. From the corner of Mark's eye he spotted Laura surreptitiously fondling Alyssa's buttocks although no doubt her fingers was going a bit further. The Hispanic girl gave a quick wink when she realised she had been spotted.
"Can't blame me," Laura joined Mark and Britney, handing the new captain a drink, "If she hikes her shorts any higher, beef curtain's on full display."
"She's been a fucking tease throughout." Amanda joined them. The four of them form a huddle so that Mark can grope Juggers' sweaty tits.
"You're no better," Britney shot a look at Amanda, "Those tits of yours was flailing everywhere. I swear I'm going to swat them."
Alyssa and Katie also let out a giggle, the two of them had finally decided to join in the huddle.
"Meh, I've got a reputation to maintain. Plus, I can't help it, I've forgotten my sport bra. Oooops. Unless you want me to play without any."
"Girls, girls", Mark gave a quick glance to the other side who was in a huddle of their own, there was also four extra players on the bench. It was a small volleyball team with around eighteen players in total. Mark returned his attention to his huddle. "Let's wrap this one quickly and we'll do some training away from this place..."
"I'll join in also." Mark finished his sentence from inside Alyssa.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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