Aida had been driving for several hours and she decided to stop for a while on the side of the road. According to the map there was an hostel in a small town about twenty minutes from there. Before going there to spend the night she wanted to do something. Something she could only do when she was alone.

She covered all the windows with blankets and then she slipped on to the back seat. There she undressed. Despite the cold she wasn't wearing much, barely a thick flannel shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of boots. No underwear, she didn't need it.

Along the last year she had learned to control the symbionte to a great extent. Sometimes she still lost control, specially when she was doing sexual activities as the creature enhanced all the sensations, which tempted her and made her ask for more, which in turn strengthened the effect in a feedback loop, but in general she was in control. She had learn many tricks.

She could create a fake penis-like protusions inside her mouth, pussy and ass, whose width, length and shape were under her control. These protusions could move at will and even vibrate at a slow pace. They could move and change their length in such a way that it felt as if the penis of a lover where penetrating her at a perfect pace and depth. Perfect for her tastes, that's it.

She could also create small bumps of skin on specially sensitive areas, such as  nipples and clit, that vibrated, massaged or moved as if a finger where caressing them. In combination with the penis protusion the effect was very intense.

She could also create short but thick tendrils of skin, both inside and outside that acted as rather resistant ropes. Even more spectacular, she could fuse together different parts of her body. For example, lips and eyelids closed, legs together, arms pinned to her torso. She was still practicing.

However she had found something curious. The symbionte had no brain and couldn't act or think on its own. And yet it could understand Aida's feelings and needs. She came to the conclussion that it had sort of a basic intuitive intelligence. One day, instead of telling it what to do, she just gave a general instruction: pleasure me. She liked so much what she symbionte did that she looked for opportunities to do it again. As all her feelings where transmitted to people around her, with a higher intensity, she preferred to be alone when she was letting herself go. If her feelings got too intense, that could possibly have underisable effects on other people. Or they would be a distraction, at the least. She wasn't sure on the exact reach of her pheromones so she made sure that she would be truly alone. She hoped that in a local road, crossing through a forest, in the far north, in late autumn a couple of hours before sunset, she would find enough isolation. Maybe an unlucky squirrel was going to have a far too exciting afternoon, if squirrels were sensitive to the symbionte's pheromones.

Laying on the back seat she crossed her arms behind her back, forearms touching, hands grabbing the opposite elbow. She folded her legs as well so her ass rested on her feet. And then she let herself go. She just have to focus her thoughts in one simple idea: pleasure. The symbiote knew what to do.

Inside her mouth a protusion grew that filled almost all the space, except for the strictly necessary to let her breath. With her jaw comfortably open and yet immobile the protusion got hard. Two similar protusions grew inside her pussy and ass. Each covering a big chunk of the available space. The one in front included a bump pressing against her g-spot. Three more bumps of skin pressed against her nipples and clitoris on the outside.

The superficial skin of her arms fused together and both of them fused as well to the skin of her torso pinning them together. Her feet fused as well to her buttocks. Same with her calves to her thighs. Finally her eyes and ears got closed shut.

In complete darkness and silence the fun began. The symbionte, following Aida's vague instruction, started with a soft massage on her temples, lower back and stomach. The skin just stretched and shrunk imitating, more or less, what a lover's fingers would do. Then it stopped and went to her neck, shoulders and thighs. That made her feel relaxed and comfortable. From there it would go up.

The bumps on nipples and clit started to vibrate. The vibration was very slow, pleasant, but never enough to get her over the edge by itself. More tempting than fulfilling. Then the protusion on her mouth started to expand and contract at a slow pace, sometimes to the point that the air flow was cut for a few seconds. It was as if a rather thick penis were fucking her mouth. By that point she was more than horny, she was anxious.

After that the protusion on her ass started to do the same. In that case, without the risk of sufocation, the depth and duration of the penetration was much more intense.  The symbiote just grew as deeper as possible and stayed there, sometimes several minutes non-stop.

At last the protusion in front started to work. The penetration and contraction effect, was faster than the other two. It grew until it had filled all the space, which added to the fullness in her back rear strengthened the effect. The vibrations on her clit of course helped. To cap it all, least but not less important, a new bump on the upper part of the protusion started to vibrate as well, just where her g-spot was.

The perfect storm. The combination of all those sources of stimulation overwelmed her senses. The only ideas she could form were “More!” and “Yes!”, enough for the symbionte to understand the point. One orgasm was followed by another just a couple of minutes later. So it went the symphony of pleasure until she couldn't get any more and fainted.

When she woke up her body arms and legs were free again and all the protusions and bumps had retracted. Looking at her phone she saw that had passed about an hour and a half. No more than fifteen minutes of weak sunlight were left. She got dressed again and drove to the nearest town.

As much fun as she had been having with her friends Radames and Amneris, they couldn't possibly match the pleasure she gave to herself. When Aida shared their bed it was more for their pleasure than hers. Fortunately for them, they didn't know that.

It was still very fun. As they were married, when they started having fun in group they set as a rule that Aida would give them both the same amount of plasure. It wasn't exact science because men's orgasms are different to women's, but the idea was one orgasm each.

They had found several easy ways to do it. One was with Aida laying on her back on a bed, Radames fucking her and Amneris sitting on her face. Another one was with Amneris on the bed, Aida fucking her with one of the penis shaped protusions she created, and Radames fucking her from behing, either pussy or ass, as he wished. Another one was, again Aida laying on her back, with Amneris mounting her, riding her fake penis while giving Radames a blowjob. Of course much simplier was to do one and then the other, but then the second would have to wait and was less fun.

Other times she just masturbated while watching them go at it. Her pheromones already helping them getting in the mood and then performing. Many times, as she didn't need to eat as much as any normal person would, because the symbionte was more efficient processing the food, she entertained them under the table while they were having lunch, with either hands or mouth. Sometimes during work hours under the desk. As she could gave herself much more pleasure than any other person would, and faster, and at any moment, she had slipped into a more submissive role. She just didn't need them.

All that was she thinking while she drove. Finally, already full night, she found the town. There were barely a bunch of houses, no more than ten, a small hostel that was also a shop, restaurant and gas station, and little more. More a stop for hunters and truckers than a real town. Surprisingly there were many cars and trucks parked.

She donned a parka, that she didn't need, but looked appropriate to the weather and a wool cap to conceal her bald head. She just wanted to have dinner and not be seen much, nor be remembered.

When she entered the restaurant area of the three stores building she saw, to her surprise, a lot of men, and none of them were eating. Many of them were drinking. In the middle of the room, on the wooden floor, had been drown the contour of an hexagon with white painting. There were no tables, nor people inside. All of the men were either sitting or standing around the hexagon and very close.

Aida went towards the countertop where a young blonde was cleaning some glasses. Sitting on a stool she removed her jacket. Powerful stoves, plus the gathered crowd, were heating the place and nobody was using a jacket. The girl itself had enough with a t-shirt and a short denim skirt.

-Hi... What's going on there if I may ask?- Aida enquired.

-Wow, those are good.

Following the bartender's gaze, Aida realized that she hadn't bothered to button all her shirt and was showing a lot of cleavage. She fastened another couple of buttons to avoid possible future conversations. The symbionte had several capabilities that were always active. Either that of Aida hadn't learned to control them yet. One was that people tended to be more sincere around here. Quite useful. Another one was that people tended to be more horny around her. Not so useful. Both of them together had as a consequence that people tended to flirt with her openly and promptly. It worked mostly with men but with many women too.

-Thank you, eh...- Looking around she found a glass cabinet with a bunch of tasty looking sandwiches.- Can I have one of those and..., a beer?

-Sure, hottie.- The bartender replied and went to grab those. Aida sighed. A couple of minutes later she returned with the order.- Tonight is fight night.

-It is?- The answer to her question was more surprising than anticipated.- What is fight night?

-Well is...- The bartender searched in her mind for a simple explanation.- My family's business was losing money so I found a way to..., you know, do more. Every friday night two volunteers fight until one of them is knocked out or surrenders. The winner gets half of the money of the bets and I get the other half.- Definitely Aida wasn't expecting that.

A man walked towards the countertop. He was large, almost like a basketball player. He snuck behind the countertop, grabbed both of the bartender's buttocks and kissed her on the mouth. Her disgust was obvious.

-Today I'm going to win, and you will be mine again.- He stated proudly.

-Canio, you haven't won yet. Please, step outside.- She replied coldly and trying to show the authority that the owner of the place is supposed to show. He smacked her ass playfully and went back to one of the groups of not yet drunk guys.

-Let me guess.- Aida, intervened.- You don't like him.

-I do not. But I have to deal with him.

-Because...- Aida didn't want to get involved in whatever that was but it was in front of her face and she couldn't pretend it hadn't happened.

-It's, eh... The extra prize for the winner is, eh..., me.- Aida stopped chewing for a moment the piece of sandwich in her mouth and raised an eyebrow.- Twenty four hours. They get a free bedroom for the night. I cook for them, and do other things...

-Including sex?- Asked Aida guessing where was that going.

-Yes. As Canio has won several times in a row, he's getting more bold. Besides, I...- So the story kept getting worse and Aida regretted having asked.- I mentioned that I like when guys take control. You know, in the bed.- Aida nodded.- And he took it the wrong way.- She scratched the crown of her head.- He hurts me, and he things that no means yes.

-Well, don't do it.- Aida shrugged her shoulders.- Nobody can force you to bed him.

-Yes, I know. It's just that... If I change the rules I might lose clients. Also he's a big guy, and I'm alone and...

-He could just rape you.- Aida finished the sentence.

-He could just rape me.

Aida wanted to not get involved in that at all costs. She wasn't there to be an imitation of David Carradine. She just wanted to be alone and invisible for a couple of weeks.

About half an hour later the fight started. Canio was bigger and stronger that his opponent. The other guy fought bravely but more for prestige than conviction. Simply put, he didn't want to look like a coward so he pretended to fight a bit and surrendered after a couple of punches, one of which broke one of his ribs. Canio had won again. He colected the money of the bets and went back to the countertop, where the bartender was shaking and barely holding her tears back.

Aida was still there. She knew that she should have left already but a part of her just couldn't left the poor girl alone under that predicament. She heard Canio's heavy boots behind her. The bartender was pleading for help with her eyes to no one in particular.

-Your name, darling?- Aida asked calmly.

-Nedda.

-Canio!- Aida stood and faced the huge man just when he was about to sneak behind the countertop again.- Today we have a special offer. You can have both of us for the night.

-Yeeeah!?- He was almost salivating.

-Under one condition. You have to fight against me and win.- Both Nedda and Canio stared at her wide-eyed.- We will fight as soon as the other clients leave, because this is a secret arrangement between the three of us. And I get the money if I win.

-Hahahaha! Hahaha!- He laughed like a maniac for a full minute. Instead Nedda was pale and overtly crying. He went back with his friends.

-What are you doing!?- Nedda beamed.

-Calm down, a friend of mine has been teaching me karate and...

-Karate my ass.- Nedda cut her.- He's going to destroy you.

-Well at least you won't be alone! So thank me and shut up!- Nedda did whisper a thank you.