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This was a problem. As I came down from the rage at being accused of so many awful things, my actual logic began to work it’s magic. And with logic came regret and guilt. So far I had only been focused on my own pleasure. Using it however I wanted. But now I had to think of the other side of all this—how this looked to those who weren’t me. How it looked to those who didn’t think my cock entering hot, eager, controlled pussy was the sexiest, most perfect thing on the planet.

What was wrong with those people, right?

Ha.

When Audrey called me out on messing with Mallory, messing with Lori…I knew she was right. And when I felt the impulse to run her down and shove my cum down her throat, to show her what I could do to her…that was an enormous problem.

This absolute power was corrupting me absolutely. Obviously, I enjoyed it. That’s part of the whole corruption process. But I could see that if I kept going down this road, it wouldn’t be long before things got completely out of hand. And with what I was doing to Mallory, to Lori, there was no way for me to justify any of it should someone start putting the pieces together. And maybe Audrey had already started doing that.

That night, I told Lori to stay at home and cum to the thought of me and Mallory several times. At least four. She had nodded obediently. I could see a flash of doubt—not knowing why that sounded like such a terrific idea, not knowing why it felt so completely normal to do such a thing for me—and then I saw her face glass over as the doubt was replaced with sexual heat.

“Yes, Sir. Anything you say.”

And then she walked, sort of dazed, back to her bike and on her way home.

Probably you haven’t had to think about this before, but it’s really, really difficult to stop being aroused at being in control and then make yourself even more in control when the only way you can think of to control the control is by being even more in control.

I promise that makes sense.

Anyway.

I knew it was wrong to order Lori around like that when I had plans to somehow fix Mallory’s thoughts. But, I had to do things one at a time.

The Ice Festival’s first day had been a good day for the bookstore. There was no telling, though, if it would solve all our problems. Dawn ran the numbers that night, and she’d let me know how we did the next morning. Tonight, it was all up in the air, but even with as long as I planned to have a triumphant success after the Festival was over, my only thoughts were on Audrey, Mallory, Lori, and how to unfuck the situation I was in as best as possible.

At my apartment, Mallory was already there, in her apron and heels again, making dinner. Fuck, she was so sexy. Her ass was a polished, round surface, waiting for my hands and my hands alone. All I wanted to do was take her from behind and slam her against the counter, fucking her rotten while she made my dinner. And afterward, when she was full of my lifegiving cum, make her swear in trance to always, always beg to be fucked as brutally as that when I got home.

But I had to roll this back somehow. I had to…I don’t know. I had to get her to stop thinking of me as her boyfriend. Her Master. Audrey was right—I was fucking with her mind, and there was no way around that.

I didn’t want to be completely out of her life, though. I still, in my own way, absolutely cared for Mallory. Maybe I even loved her. And the past week of having her as my devoted, cocksucking, adoring, heartaching girlfriend was almost more than I could bear to lose.

But only almost. I had to do the right thing.

“Mallory, I need you to do something for me.”

“Of course, babe.” She down the vegetables she had gathered to chop. “What is it?”

She waited, her hands wrapped in front of her patiently. This was how a good girl hears to obey, she had told me.

God, she was so happy doing this. Was it truly wrong? I know I had made her happiness…but where did it matter where the happiness came from so long as it was there?

No, that was the corruption. Get rid of this. Do something. Think of something.

“I…uh,” my face squirmed.

“What’s wrong, love? You look upset. Did something happen?” Her hands shifted to her hips. “Was it talking with Audrey? She must have fucked with your head, huh? Do you want me to suck you off so you can relax?” Her voice became a hot, conspiratorial whisper. “I know my Master wants to fuck her so very badly. We could make it happen, I bet. Anytime you wanted. I could get her drunk or something. Put thoughts in her ear.”

Fuck. The image of Mallory pouring drinks down Audrey’s throat, making her ever more malleable to my will was something else. In fact, I didn’t even need to order her to use alcohol. All it would take was one drink laced with my cum. And all that would take would be for Mallory to be my willing, complicit partner in all my activities. To have her urge me on as I took over more and more fertile, hot bodies. She would know exactly what she was helping me do. She would know exactly what I had done to her. And she would think it was hot.

“You like that, don’t you?” Her soft hand wrapped around my cock through my pants. “Such a bad boy. It’s too bad you’re only stuck alone here with me tonight. What if, in the meantime, I just suck you off while you think about her. How about that?”

And suddenly, there was nothing—literally nothing—I wanted more than to have Mallory suck me off while I called out Audrey’s name. And I know that Mallory would open encourage that. But I couldn’t do it.

Or, obviously I could do it. I was already getting hard just from being around Mallory’s beautiful, willing body, and doubly so because of her achingly hot words. But I had to be strong. Moral. I had to do something right by her.

“Just m-make dinner, okay?” I struggled to say it. I didn’t want to tell her no.

Her face twisted. “Did I do something wrong? I’m so sorry, Master. I thought…I thought you would want—”

“No, it’s fine. Everything’s perfectly fine. You’ve been a perfect slave, all right?”

Currents of relief visibly ran through her body. “Oh. Thank you, Master. Perhaps I’ll serve you like that after dinner?”

“Perhaps.”

With her back turned, I made myself a glass of soda and then reached into the fridge, pouring a vial of cum down and mixing it in with my finger. I almost slipped the finger into my mouth to dry it, before remembering myself. I laughed at how dumb that might have been. Instead, I wiped it on my pants.

“Drink this.” I held out the tainted soda to Mallory.

“Yes, Master.”

She was absolutely unquestioning. And there was something in her eyes—some glimmer of understanding. Did she have suspicions? She must. She was unquestionably a smart woman. Even as my happy, needy fuckslave, she was always suggesting new ways to serve and please me.

She drained the drink down. Slowly, her muscles relaxed completely. Her body began to slump. I caught the glass before it fell to the ground.

“Mallory, I have something very important to tell you.”

“You have something very important to tell me.”

I slid her hands up toward her pussy. She naturally began fingering herself. It was sort of sick to do it this way, but commands always went down easier when she had fingers in her pussy.

“You’re going to learn better than you ever have before.”

“I’m going to learn better than I ever have before.”

I took a breath. Here we go. Experiment time.

“You think of me as your big brother.”

“I think of you as my big brother.”

Wow. That went through with no resistance at all. Maybe this de-brainwashing would be easier than I thought?

“I am your big brother.”

“You are my big brother.”

“Lori is your little sister.”

“Lori is my little sister.”

“You love us like family.”

She sighed happily. “I love you like family.”

For whatever reason, she hadn’t stopped fingering herself. One thing at a time, I told myself. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but the fingering had encouraged the taking in of commands in the past, so I hardly wanted to stop it now.

“We are your family.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m the man in your family.”

“You’re the man in my family.”

“I am your big brother.”

“You are my big brother.”

And then I ended, with softer, less stringent repetitions. She thought the world of me. She felt deep, fraternal love for me. She was happy to be my family. She loved sharing with me.

Still mindfucky, I know. But I wanted it to be a slow rollback. My thinking was that if I just undid everything, right away, her mind might collapse from the effort of rewriting itself. What was I to know? I wasn’t a neuroscientist or a doctor or a philosopher or anything of the sort. Just a horny guy who went too far.

Sure. That’s how I could characterize myself. A horny guy taking things one step too far…and then several more steps after that.

That done, I held her close and cuddled her tight. I had her abandon dinner and walked her over to the bed, sliding her down in with me. Her tight, toned beautiful body felt so perfect against mine. I sighed lustfully, wishing for more contact…but resisted.

One last night, I told myself. We’d wake tomorrow and it would all be different—but until then, I’d enjoy Mallory’s attentions on me for just one more night.

When I woke, it was nearing dawn. Outside, the sun’s rays had begun to peak through the darkness. Mallory was no longer at my side, and I was confused.

After a moment, though, everything started to become very clear.

First, I just heard the soft, hot schlicking sounds. Then, dreamily, I noticed that my cock was being sucked.

“M-Mallory?”

“Shh, big bro,” she moaned. “I want to be good for you.”

“Wh…” I was dazed. “What?”

“I want to be your good girl sisterslave, Master. I know how important it is to please you. And I woke up and I just needed my brother’s cock in my mouth. Please?”

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Oh fuck.”

“Please, big bro? Can’t I please suck you off? I need your perfect brother Master cock in my mouth. Please?”

I gulped. God, she was so gorgeous. So malleable. I couldn’t deny her. I had to command her.

“That’s right, sis. You did great. Suck me off. Like a good slave.”

Moaning, she slurped back down and went right to work.

Mallory had been practically orphaned by her family when she was still so very young. It only made sense for her to idolize the male members of her family. I had thought that I could use that idolatry to my advantage—to make me seem more untouchable. But the feelings of attraction, of being owned like a slave by a strong patriarchal force, were too strong. She saw no conflict between thinking of me as her hot big brother and of me as her Master. And now I had made them the same.

My plan had failed, at least for the moment. With Mallory wrapping her loving, perfect mouth around my rod like it was the center of her world, cooing with orgasmic delight every time I called her my sisterslave, I struggled to care.

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After extricating myself from Mallory’s loving grip, it was only a few moments before Audrey had pulled me along outside behind the bookstore. There was a small alley there where enterprising truck drivers sometimes tried to negotiate into our paltry excuse for a loading dock. Mostly, these days, all the books were unloaded in the front. The dock was there as a leftover, something that probably had been quite useful before the tall, identity-less apartment buildings rose up directly behind the shop with their steel corners and tall metal fences.

The Ice Festival took place in a four block radius in downtown. Down the alley, I could see couples and families walking by. Children held balloons shaped by the local artists on the prowl. A hotdog vendor shouted about his special on beers and brats.

Audrey crossed her arms, looking at me critically. She wore a long, loose sort of white gown that clung neatly to her large braless tits and firm, luscious hips. Her thick chestnut hair was wrapped around one shoulder in a shiny braid. God, I wanted to fill her. Breed her. Get her pregnant. The urge to grab her, kiss her, take her was nearly overwhelming. All she had for warmth was a small jacket—not quite enough in the winter cool of the city. Her shivering body only made my primal instinct to take her and fill her with warm, overflowing seed all the greater.

We had never fucked before, of course. Our intercourse barely went beyond kissing. That made me want her all the more now.

“So,” she said.

“So…?”

“It’s so nice to see you.”

It clearly wasn’t.

“Somehow it doesn’t seem that way.”

“You stopped talking to me.” She pushed my shoulder, aggressive. “Why?”

“Because…you asked me to? Because we had broken up and I moved on?”

“I know I asked you to, but like,” her dark eyes flashed, “I wasn’t asking for complete radio silence. Just, you know. Less.”

I shrugged. “I suppose if you wanted to talk, there was nothing stopping you from setting the terms of the conversation.”

“But how am I supposed to know if you want to talk at all?”

“You’re right,” I said, smiling through gritted teeth. “It’s my fault. All of it. Every last bit. Are you happy now? Are we done? Can I go back to work?”

There was something in her that had wanted to create some form of peace. I could tell that, with that off-hand remark, I had steamrolled all over it. I didn’t care. She deserved a talking-to for once in her life, raised in Daddy’s riches without ever lifting a finger for herself, and I wasn’t in any mood to deal with her double-talk. If she wanted something from me, she could ask.

“Mallory’s your girlfriend now, I guess?”

Instead of owning up to anything she had done wrong, she changed the subject. Typical.

“Not your business. But, yup. She is.”

That, and so, so much more, I wanted to tell her. So much more than you’ll ever be, Audrey. You’ll never come close to comparing to what Mallory gives me.

Not naturally, anyway. Again, the thought filled my mind. Holding her jaw open for just a few seconds, letting a vial of my cum sink down. It would be easy. It would only take a few seconds. Would anyone from the street see? I didn’t think so. We were both so isolated there in the alley. And the struggle would be so quick…after the initial part, anyone watching wouldn’t know what to assume. She would be so calm and placid, so accepting of my will…

I could make her accept it was all her fault that we broke up. I could make her beg to take her back. Beg for my forgiveness. I could make her apologize for days that she didn’t worship my cock like a woman should.

Please, she would say, trained.

Tamed. Put in her proper place on her knees, where women belong before me.

Please. Please let me apologize properly…

I’m so sorry, Master. I’m so sorry I made you wait. I’m so sorry I ever told you to stop talking to me. I didn’t know what I was. I didn’t know what I was for.

She would be kneeling already, that white dress rucked up around her thighs, the cold concrete of the alley pressing red marks into her perfect knees and she wouldn’t care, she wouldn’t even notice, because the only thing that would matter would be the cock in front of her and the privilege of being allowed to look at it.

Please let me apologize properly. Please let me show you. I’ll do anything. I’ll be better than her. I’’ll be so much better than her. Look at me. Look at my face. Look at my body. You know I’m prettier than her. You know it. Everyone knows it. You were too good for me and I didn’t know, I didn’t see it, please please please…

Her thick braid would have come undone by then, that chestnut hair spilling around her shoulders like an offering. Her eyes—those big, dark, devastating eyes that had once made me feel small for not being rich enough or polished enough or interesting enough—would be wide and white and wet, blank where I needed them blank, brimming where I needed them brimming. Her mouth would already be parted, the lower lip trembling, a thin line of spit catching the cold winter light. Vapid. Vacant. Mine, forever.

Master, I’m prettier than her. I am. Tell me I am. Please tell me I am. Look at my face. Look at it. You used to look at it all the time and I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve a single second of it. I should have been on my knees the first time you ever looked at me. I should have been right here, just like this, the whole time.

She would tilt her face up. Offering it. That perfect cheekbone-and-jaw geometry that had wrecked half the boys in our graduating class, presented now as a gift, as a thing to be used.

I know about Mallory. I know she’s yours. I’m not asking you to get rid of her. I just want to be first. Please let me be first. I’ll earn it. I’ll earn it every single day. I’ll hold her down while she sucks you off. I’ll be such a hot first-place girl, please. Think of how pregnant you could get me. You’d own me. Own my body. Claim every part of me, forever.

You could do it so easily, Master. You could just hold me down, couldn’t you? You’d make me thank you for it. You’d have such an easy time. It’s only what you deserve, isn’t that right? Victor?

“—hello, Victor? Nice view?”

I had been staring at her tits, nipples hard in the cold. My breath was heavy, face slightly flushed. This power was getting to me. I looked away, down the street, trying to resist the singing urges of my bulge. This was so hard. Literally and figuratively.

“What would your girlfriend think of you looking at my tits?”

I shrugged. “She’d probably say I had good taste.”

Audrey looked disgusted. “And Lori is…just, what? Your fuckbuddy?”

“I don’t know that’s any of your business. Why don’t you ask her?”

She rolled her eyes. “Look, I just know…”

“What, Audrey? What is it you know?”

“I know that’s not you. I know that you’re a pushover. You’re acting like a dick, now, and you never used to before. Not this openly, anyway. And you’ve got both of these beautiful girls eating out of your hand, somehow. And it’s creepy and weird and I’m a little scared for them.”

I rolled my eyes. “For them?”

“You’re doing something. I don’t know what it is, okay? But…the way they looked at you. I walked around for a minute in the store, paying attention. Lori was flirting with other guys, but she would always look back at you. Like a dog, like a puppy. Hoping for approval. That glassy, obedient look. I’m thinking it’s drugs.”

“Drugs? Get real.”

“When I was in Ecuador, I helped these girls get out from under a pimp’s fingers.” She crossed her arms. “He kept them hopped up on some combination of ecstasy and heroin. They were blissful and active and looked to all the world like they loved their life…but they were dead inside. And I know that’s what you’re doing to them. Or something like that.”

“Yeah, that’s me, Audrey. That’s the guy you went out with. That dude who knows where to get ecstasy-heroin combinations. That’s what I do. I go find drug dealers for the most banned substances in America and then I use my advanced knowledge of chemistry to mix it all together.”

The funny thing is, I really was angry at her accusation. She was closer to the mark than she knew, closer than she had any right to be. And yet still, I was legitimately pissed that she would level that kind of thought my way.

Morality is all fucked up, I guess. Especially when you’re trying to ignore it.

We were quiet then, but my fury still raged. I tried to find something civil to say, but the anger had a mind of its own now. Like a cheetah, lunging after a kill at full speed, it wouldn’t be satisfied until the prey was in its hands or it had fumbled and tripped on its face. Either way, the only cure for the rage was exhaustion of its fuel.

“God, you’re a bitch.” I shook my head. “You really are. You find me so repulsive that the notion that two women might enjoy me, simultaneously, just doesn’t even register with you. It’s not your business. And hey, you know what?” I couldn’t stop my words now. I was furious. “Let’s say I’m doing that to them. You know Mallory. You know she has her head on straighter than anything. If I were able to do that to her, fuck with her head somehow? What makes you think I wouldn’t do the same to you? Why wouldn’t I just, you know, poof! Drug you. And then you’re mine to do with as I please. What’s protecting you, Audrey? Especially now that you’ve gone and told me that you ‘figured out’ my whole plan? Wouldn’t it make just perfect sense for me to fuck your head up too so that you didn’t do anything about it? You can’t even be smart about what a bitch you are, that’s the most infuriating thing about you.”

I wanted it to be sarcastic. But there was too much of the angry, wicked truth in there…and she could tell.

She straightened herself upward, putting on a brave face. But I could tell that, instantly, I had terrified her. I felt bad. Really, I did. When anger leaves you, it’s like the air leaving a balloon, keeping you whipping and swirling in the wind, waiting for something to steady you.

But god, I was tired of her nosing in on my business. Her and her entire family. I just wanted them out of my life.

“I can see we’re not going to have a nice, rational conversation about this,” she said coldly. “It’s too bad. I missed talking with you, Victor. Or, I missed the old Victor. I thought we might start talking again. Have some fun together, even. But I can see that I don’t want to do that now.”

“Audrey—”

“Shut up. Shut up, now. You don’t get to threaten me and then talk to me, okay? You do not.”

“I wasn’t threatening—”

“No.” She smiled, her face entirely frozen. “Nothing you could ever do would be a threat to me, little boy.”

And then she walked out to the street. And it took every ounce of my self-control to not grab her and show her exactly how in control of her I could be.

 

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The Ice Festival itself was not a particular special or mindblowing event. Just your average hipster downtown gathering, trying to bring people in and promote the local businesses. It was a yearly happening in January, and people came in from the suburbs and midtown to see the delicate ice sculptures that local artisans created.

There were also carnival games in the streets, and outdoor barbecues surrounded by several large heating machines to keep everyone nice and warm, and a skating rink set up in the middle of the park adjacent to the four blocks where the Ice Festival took place.

So, nothing by itself to really pull in customers for say, a bookstore. I’m sure there was some kind of stupid tug that Dawn thought about doing—maybe advertising books based on the cold, or about animals who lived in the cold, or something about global warming.

But that’s all particularly boring, isn’t it?

My plan was to be direct and subtle at the same time.

I wanted to give everyone who came into the store a heavy, hot dose of sexual urges. They’d be drawn in directly by the beauty of Mallory and Lori, dressed in scanty clothing that showed off their attributes as hotly as possible. And this, in turn, would hopefully subtly draw them back to the store for more and more buys—not to mention how they would probably tell their friends about the hot girls working in the bookstore. It was a festival. People didn’t need much of an excuse to walk into the warm confines of a store—even a bookstore—so long as you gave them that excuse to begin with. And our excuse was two brilliantly beautiful young women who were convinced that that the only way to make me happy, which was the most important act they could ever do in their lives, was to turn on customers enough to bring them in the store.

It was a compelling sales technique, I’ll tell you that much.

The night before, after our brilliant threesome had winded down, I had told Lori and Mallory specifically to dress to promote sales. I didn’t leave any doubt—I wanted them to turn men on so much that they forgot about how much money they were spending. I wanted them flirting. Pressing on bodies. Sliding books into the bags of customers for them, not giving them a chance to say no. Stacking books on the bottom shelves, bending over at the waist in their tallest heels. And women, too. Any woman that would enjoy such attention—and there’s more than I ever would have thought. Maybe because the bookstore had already established itself as such a safe haven in the area for all manners of sexuality.

Mallory and Lori were both incredibly beauties, though each of a type. Mallory’s beauty was slightly more classical—more “girlfriend” hot, if you’ll allow me to coin a term. There are celebrities and models who, I think, are incredible beauties, but who also get the amount of attention they get because guys can easily see themselves falling in love with them forever. Mallory was remarkably beautiful, but at the same time, I wouldn’t have felt out of place taking her home to my parents. Compare her with, say, Audrey, who’s severe beauty made her almost hard to look at because of the way she completely overshadowed everything else in a room where she was.

Mallory was beautiful, through and through. In contrast, Audrey was simply beauty. All-American chestnut-haired, busty cheerleading rich babe. Mallory's tits were bigger, and Lori was tinier, but Audrey had them both beat with the classic, goddess-like face she possessed; high cheekbones, thick lips, and big brown eyes made for destroying suckers like me.

Lori was another type altogether. Still not quite the type you’d take home to Mom—too many tattoos and piercings. And besides that, she just looked sort of…well, easy, for lack of a better (or nicer) term. Something about the cut of her dark hair, about the eyeshadow she used, about the slight barely-there nature of her breasts and tight, overly tiny frame of her body. She looked almost unnaturally beautiful, like an opposite-faerie. Like the pretty minion of a succubus, but not quite the succubus herself.

I could go on and on (and have). Suffice it to say that my luck in having them both of them firmly with their minds wrapped around my cock was beyond imagination.

For the festivities, Mallory dressed herself in a tight, flirty red summer dress. It was backless, held up with one thick strap around the back of her neck, the neckline scooping incredibly low. Half of her tits pushed up and out from the wide triangle shape of exposed skin, showing off (in my opinion) one of her absolutely best features in her incredible boobs. Her heels were tall and red to match, sexy pumps that in all honesty she had no business wearing in a job that required so much standing and walking.

But, as she said, “I want to impress you, Master. You need to see how good I can look for you…all the time.”

Lori went a different route, as befitting a woman with her unique shape.

She wore tight, tight tiny leather shorts. The tiniest and tightest I had ever seen a woman wear in public. They would have been underwear if not for the miniature pockets over her perfectly sculpted ass and the zipper in front (though I found out later on that both were merely for show). Fishnet stockings adorned her legs, nicely complimenting the sexy leather boots that wrapped all the way around her calves. Her ripped death-metal shirt bared much of her midriff, and, as she had no special desire to wear one, she wore the shirt braless. If she rose up on top of a ladder to grab a man a book, he would have an easy shot at looking at her modest tits from underneath while still being able to admire the tightness of her tiny body and lovely ass.

I told her, incidentally, to make sure to recommend quite a few books from the top shelves of the store.

As risque as Lori’s outfit was, I still think it could easily be explained away by her youth and general demeanor. She was still sort of sullen and snarky with anyone who wasn’t me or Mallory, after all.

At any rate, the plan worked rather beautifully. Men came in to the store in packs of three or four, and my girls handled them expertly, guiding them over to the expensive hardcovers. The men barely stood a chance—Mallory's wit and intelligence and knowledge of books let her recommend them easily. And then she would lean on a book or a shelf, crushing her amazing tits together, and talk about they just had to buy this book, it would kill her if they didn't.

Meanwhile, Lori kept serving coffee after coffee, fueling boners she inspired with more caffeine. And then when they sat down to watch her work, she would overcharge them for drinks by two or three dollars with them barely noticing. She would lay out books of her personal recommendation, and slide halfway into their laps as she flipped through the pages.

We cleared five thousand dollars before noon.

All through this, Dawn looked on disapprovingly. Her beautiful blond visage presided over the store, stationed at the counter and smiling flawlessly at every customer who approached her. And yet whenever she caught eye of Mallory and Lori—which was often, I wanted them in everyone's eyes—she frowned just slightly. And whenever she looked at me, her face was heavy with scorn.

Sometime in the afternoon, her gorgeous girlfriend of ten years or more, Celise, dropped by to give Dawn some lunch. Tall, slender, and built impressively with hard ebony muscles, Celise would easily have been a subject of fantasy for me if I wasn't living one already. But I didn't know of any straight man who could have seen Dawn and Celise kissing shortly-but-passionately in one small corner of the bookstore and not be moved.

Toward the end of the afternoon, in the crowd, I saw one flawless Asian beauty eyeing our heavy discount section with some interest. Minjee Park. She had her neck craned, long shiny black hair falling around her pale skin just so. For several moments, I let myself stare at her, knowing she wasn’t going to look up. Finally, though, not wanting to press my luck too much, I walked over and gently tapped her elbow.

“Hey,” I smiled. “Nice to see you again. I thought you’d be coming by around sooner.”

“Oh, right,” she made an amused face. “I’m sort of…constantly busy.”

“Of course. Graduate school takes up time.”

“And teaching classes. And grading papers. Turns out, after you spend all that time trying to get into the program to earn the degree, they expect you to work for it.”

“Maniacs.”

“Right?” She looked down at the pile of books she had arranged in her bag. “Like, look at this. Look at this giant pile. I want to read all of this. Right away. Meditations on Western Philosophy in Science Fiction? Yes, please. Concerning Art and Womanhood? Right up my alley. The Long Night: Patriarchy in the Middle Ages? Ugh.” She made a long disgusted sound. “It’s just gross how much I want to devour this. And I can’t. Because I have a reading list that contains eight solid feet of pages. I have measured.” She sniffed. “Twice.”

“I believe you.”

She grabbed my arm, laughing. “I know you do. God. I just meant…” she shook her head. “It’s hard to actually find time for otherwise life, you know?”

Her arm on mine was flirtatious. Heavily so. I smiled confidently, pressing forward. I wouldn't be satisfied until her eyes were white and she was repeating my notions as her truths.

“For sure. I really, to be honest with you, as much I love to read, I haven’t done much of it since graduating.”

“Really? And working here?”

I shrugged. “It’s…you know. I’ve just burnt out that switch for a while. I have a tall stack of books still. But I’ll read one from it maybe every two months or so.”

“Well...I can't blame you for being distracted.”

Behind us, Mallory had a picture book splayed out on a table. She was showing it off to a mother and father, their child unattended in another part of the store. The parents were fixated, completely, on her open, substantial rack. They squeezed each other's hands, comforting one another in their lust. It was almost sort of sweet.

“You mean Mallory?”

“If that's her name.” Minjee nodded. “And the other one. The coffee girl.”

“That's Lori.”

“Right. They’re sort of dressed…”

“Flirtatiously?”

“Slutty.”

I laughed. “Maybe so. But it’s driving sales.”

“Is that really what you want this bookstore to be about?”

I shrugged. “As long as there is a bookstore, I’m not sure it’s my place to care how we stay in business.”

“I guess so.” Her face shifted. “It’s just…I don’t know. It seems sort of…shady.”

“Why don’t I talk to you about it over dinner?”

Boom. Just like that. Ask a gorgeous girl out on a date? Shit, why not? Even if she said no, I’d be able to fuck two other completely gorgeous girls that night.

And a darker part of me said that even if she said no…there was nothing stopping me, truly, from making her want to ask me out instead. It’s horrible, I know, but I imagined myself just joking around— “Here, try this vial and tell me what you think? It’s a new drink we’re trying…”

And then I could just lead her in the back…

No, too much.

Anyway, she said, “Yes. Yes, okay. I’d like that.” She smiled. “Those other girls won’t mind?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Would you mind if they did?”

She laughed. “God, you are a dick, aren’t you? Meet me at Callahan’s at six. On...Sunday?” She looked at her phone, checking her calendar. “Yeah, Sunday. I've got to study before then. How's that?”

“Callahan’s. Six o’clock. Sunday You got it.”

She walked off, bouncing happily. I was bouncing myself—reeling, actually. Once again I was rather stunned with how all it took to get a date with absolute stunner like Minjee was just the confidence of knowing that no matter what happened, I would have fantastic sex regardless.

Mallory finished up with a customer, guiding her all the way to Dawn, and then branched off to my side toward the back of the store, where no one was. Her arm looped into mine, and she bit her lip, eyes lighting up.

“Did she just ask you out?”

“Basically.”

She moaned. “Fuck. She's so pretty, too. Do you want me to help you with her?”

“What do you mean?”

I knew what she meant. It was still hot to hear her say it.

“I mean...you know. I could help you seduce her, somehow. Like I did with Lori.”

I kissed her on the forehead lightly. She shivered with pleasure. Her entire body a series of responses solely to my actions.

“Don't worry about it.”

“Cool. Well...” her mouth twisted. “If you’re going to bring her home here when you decide to fuck her, just know that she ought to know I’m there. Otherwise she’ll freak. But if she wants a threesome, I’m super into it. Okay?”

“Thanks, love. You make me happy.”

She purred with semi-orgasmic delight. “God, I don’t know what you do to me…but you’re a lucky son of a bitch to be doing it.”

Pulling me in, she started to kiss me, her leg sliding lovingly up mine. My hand landed on her ass, encouraging her.

“Ahem.”

The voice came from behind us. I laughed suddenly, pushing Mallory down. She moaned in protest, quietly whispering in my ear, “B-but, Master, I wanna…”

My first thought was that it was Dawn, once again ruining our youthful coital mastery. But, no such luck.

It was Audrey.

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The day hummed along nicely. Lori was sweet on me all day, making sure my coffee cup stayed full. Mallory raised her eyebrows once or twice, but only in a suggestive manner. Wanting me to go pin down the tiny flirt and fuck her until she wasn't able to do anything besides screaming my name. I knew if Mallory was able, she’d encourage me to fuck Lori like that, but I’d placed harsh limits on her initiating sex while we were at work. If we fucked every time that she felt like it, we would never have any work done.

So, I was her Master, and she was my Slave. She wanted this—I had made this deep, dark fantasy of hers become absolutely real. But it was confined to our private spaces—emails and texts, our apartments (which would soon become one apartment, or so I had gathered from her desperate begging), and hot whispers.

The command, “You want your Master to fuck as many beautiful women as he likes,” was a special triumph of mine, I have to say.

If an especially pretty woman came into the store, Mallory would tug my arm and encourage me to look at her.

“Her, Master?” she would whisper in my ear, fingers sliding along my spine. “Won't you bring her home with us? I want to watch her suck your cock...”

One side-effect of all the trances I had performed on Mallory was, of course, that she found me so immensely attractive now that she couldn't imagine anyone else not doing the same. I had become more than just Mallory's type—I was the type. And, while the constant fucking and Mallory's devotion to making healthy meals over the past week had helped me drop a few pounds, I wasn't exactly an Adonis. Just a normal guy with dark hair and a beard that needed more shaving than it got who somehow had a magical cock.

Later in the afternoon, into the store strolled a tall, older gentleman in a beautiful charcoal gray suit. He was slightly taller than average, with a thick bald spot on top of his head covered with a significant comb-over. A thick belly pushed out in front of him wherever he walked, though if you were to see him you would not really characterize him as fat. Just an older American male.

He was Audrey’s father—Audrey being my ex-girlfriend who barely gave me the time of day even when we dated. His name was Wallace Sheffield. He was a self-made businessman, owning his first printing business at the age of twenty, without any formal schooling, and building a small kingdom of profits for himself ever since.

There were two things I knew about him for certain: that he loved his daughter, and that he hated me for dating her.

“Victor!” His smile was flat, like a building. “Just the man I wanted to see. Won’t you come this way, please?”

All day with this. Come this way, come over here. Doing whatever I pleased with Mallory’s mind didn’t make me exactly amenable to that sort of command, but I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice. Sheffield would raise a stink, and the bookstore needed him. Anywhere from seventy to one hundred percent of the bookstore's cost of staying in business was directly from Sheffield's donations.

He led me outside into the downtown streets. The wind whipped cool around us, pushing down from the buildings. Across the street a man tinkered with his bicycle lock, trying to get it undone. Swirls of trash gathered in a drain, cups pushing in on paper and plastic lids. A man slept on an old vent with a dog under his arm, his cardboard sign illegible. A skinny, older policeman, Officer Cornell, had caught sight of him and started to head over. There’d be a talking to and a warning and that would be all, which was usual for Cornell.

I had gotten to know some of the policemen because they stopped by the store often to chat with Dawn. Her girlfriend, Celise, was a detective now, but she had been on patrol for several years before working her way up. It was hard for a black woman to get respect like the kind a police detective had in Alder City.

“I’m going to be very direct with you,” said Sheffield. “Are you up for it?”

“Okay.”

“Audrey is returning to the country this week. Later today, as a matter of fact. She’s been in transit for about seven hours now.”

“…all right?”

I can’t lie, the thought of possibly seeing her had my heart thumping a bit. Audrey was absolutely gorgeous, and in a lot of ways, I was still wrapped around her. She had, as Mallory pointed out numerous times, done a number on me. That thick chestnut hair, her bright brown eyes...

“You are not to interact with my daughter. Under any circumstances.”

“Listen, man—”

I stopped for a second, surprised at myself. He waited. It was surreal, calling him “man.” But having just emptied myself into Lori a few hours ago, and controlling her so absolutely, and doing the same thing to Mallory on a regular basis, I felt untouchable.

“Your daughter, no offense, just wasn’t for me. And I wasn’t for her. We both know that, okay? So don’t worry about it.”

“Then why has she been talking about you?”

Double-take. “What?”

There we go. Heart thumping again. Why had Audrey been talking about me?

“She’s been talking about you. With some fondness. Wondering what you’ve been up to.”

“I haven’t…she asked to stop talking with me. So I did. That’s that.”

“Ah.” His eyes twinkled. “I see. You took her at her word.”

“What the hell else was I supposed to do?”

He put a hand around my shoulder. A complete shift in demeanor. “Son, there are all types of women in this world. But one of the most prevalent, and I’m surprised you haven’t come across one already and recognized her for what she was, is the sort that says the exact opposite of what they mean. And they do this all the time. So, in a way, you could say that she always says what she means, so long as you have the code down.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“If I wanted to make sense, I wouldn’t be talking about the emotional inner-workings of a woman!” He guffawed. “At any rate, you’re smart enough. You’ve sussed out why I’m telling this to you.”

“Because you think Audrey is the type of girl who doesn’t say what she means.”

“Yes. And along with that, she’s the kind of girl who’s a little confused, no doubt, about your eagerness to just drop her out of your life.”

“She asked me to.”

“And you accepted! Just like that! A puzzle for a beautiful smart girl like her. You can see how I talk about her. She thinks, no doubt, that she is as special as I believe her to be.” He smiled slightly. “As she should. But so, you represent a terrible puzzle to her. I can see that now.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Demystify the puzzle. When you talk to her again—and you shall, she has her darling little heart set on it now, no doubt—let her know how terribly interested you are. She’ll run away immediately.”

“You want me to dissuade your daughter from dating me by telling her how much I want to date her, even though I don’t want to date her.”

He clapped me on the back. “Now you’ve got it! We’ll make a man of you yet. Or someone will, at any rate.” His voice became low and dangerous. “Don’t let me cross your path for this reason again. You won’t like it very much.”

As he walked down the street, he looked up around at the bookstore.

“This truly is a lovely little shop. I’ve always liked those windows there.” He pointed above the front door. “The stained glass and all. Makes it feel like a special place. Holy, almost. It would be a shame if all it’s funding went away, yes? If rumors spread around, rooting from some powerful source, making it impossible for the place to get back up on its feet.” He must have seen the look on my face. It seemed like he enjoyed it. “Do you know I built that new shopping center out on Second and Old Foster last year? My money. A terrific investment so far.”

I thought for a moment. “There used to be an old church there.”

“Yes. And I tore it down. Special places fall apart all the time. Isn’t that remarkable?”

 

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Slowly, work ended. I tried to put thoughts of Sheffield and especially Audrey far away from my mind. As far as I knew, I might never see her again—she might, in her ephemeral glory, decide that as soon she put down in Alder City that her best course of action would be to run off to Canada. Who could say with her?

I focused, instead, on what I could control. Which was, namely, every single aspect of Mallory and Lori’s personality. That was plenty.

We closed down the shop, doing terrible business as usual. Maybe twenty customers had rolled in for all nine hours we were open. I stayed late, as I usually did when Dawn wasn't around, to do the books and put the shop in order for the next day. Dawn's heavy work throughout the week had ensured that there was not much setting up needing done for the festivities the next day. And that night, I was going to make sure that everything went our way.

Mallory got to my apartment first, of course. She was properly trained. Her key had let her in shortly after she went to the grocery store and picked us up some food for dinner. When I got home, she was already cooking.

These were all, by the way, suggestions I had given to her as her Master…but not as her Master. In other words, she begged to obey me however she could, so long as it remained private. Between us. Nothing that would make her stand out as some kind of social outcast—no leashes in public, no chains wrapped around her wrists when we went to the movie theater. But, rather…special commands put on her every day duties, and the things that I liked. For instance, she needed to shower every day. So, I told her to make sure her showers were no longer than ten and a half minutes.

“Including leg-shaving?”

“You should, actually, get yours waxed. As soon as possible. And regularly.”

She gulped, smiling. “Yes, Master.”

The waxing hadn't stopped with her legs. Her beautiful, tight pussy was bare and smooth now. The skin there as shiny and glorious as it was everywhere else on her body.

So—cooking, buying groceries, that was all part of the lifestyle she wanted with me. Submitting to my desires in every day life, earnestly acting out my will in the world. Her soul vibrated with the need to do this. I made sure of that.

Okay…okay, yes, I tweaked her preferences a little. But honestly I just made her natural inclinations toward submitting to be extraordinarily specific to me, and for her every obedient action to give her instant, hot pleasure so long as it was being done.

More and more, my commands took up the entirety of her day. Even if the command was just as plain as “Go to work; be happy while you’re there.”

Unable to help myself, I would occasionally, covertly, slide a hand up her skirt while she was at the counter, such as I mentioned when she was inventorying, or even happily chatting with a customer. Sopping wet, just because she obeyed my commands while doing what she would do anyway.

At home, as ordered, Mallory was already dressed in extravagant lingerie. Violet in color, sporting tight stockings and a sexy garter belt, her push-up bra doing amazing things with her heavy, hot tits, she looked incredible. She looked even more incredible because the tall black leather heels she wore, and the tiny, frilly apron that designated her as the perfect little housepet.

“Hello, Master,” she said, oozing luxurious praise for everything that I was. “I'm so glad you're here.”

Slowly, she dropped to her knees, already starting to tug at my belt. My welcome-home blowjob had become a part of her daily routine.

“Lori’s coming over,” I said after watching her beautiful face for a moment.

She paused in her actions, not quite having opened my pants. “Oh yeah? What for, Master?”

But I could tell she already knew what for. She just wanted me to say it.

“Because Master wants to fuck her silly, that’s why.”

Her hips thrashed softly on her heels in her kneeling position. Desire throttled her body, pushing her hands hard against the growing bulge in my pants.

“Fuck. She’s so tiny,” Mallory moaned. “I really want to see you break her in, Master. Do you think she’s a virgin?”

“I don’t know.”

With the circles Lori kept in, honestly, that could go either way. It wouldn’t have surprised me to find out that she smoked too much to ever be social enough to have a boyfriend or any kind of regular fuck. But on the other hand, it wouldn’t have shocked me if she was thought of as a good lay by some stoner dude or another.

Delaying the pleasure of Mallory's blowjob, I ordered Mallory to make sure dinner was ready. I couldn't have her mid-trance when Lori came over. That would take a little too much explaining.

In the meantime, I had a boner to get rid of, and I wanted some clear thoughts in my head. I took a number of the vials I had gathered and emptied myself in the bathroom, thinking not only of Lori, of Mallory...but of Audrey. And Dawn. God, what if...?

When the vials were full, I placed them in the small container I had bought for the fridge. Mallory's perception was completely blind to the container—something I had made sure of. I didn't want her asking any difficult questions.

About ten minutes after Mallory had finished making her pasta, Lori arrived. Mallory answered the door, still wearing her tiny apron and the lingerie beneath. Lori, still in her attractive-but-modest work clothes, widened her eyes as she saw Mallory's outfit.

“Hey, Lori!” Mallory gave her a long hug. Letting Lori feel Mallory's hot, barely-clad body. “God, we’re so glad you could make it.”

“H-hey,” she gulped. “I didn’t…I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?”

Lori's eyes were wide, looking jealously at Mallory's incredible bust, barely contained behind her tiny apron.

“It’s just…I don’t know. I thought I would be hanging out with Victor alone, is all.”

“Oh, I see.” Mallory giggled. “You thought you would be sucking his cock all night long, huh?”

I could see—I could *see—*the effect those words had on Lori. She nearly stumbled from the sudden potent combination of surprise and arousal.

“How would…I mean…why…I mean…” she gulped again, realizing that lying was useless. “That doesn’t make you mad?”

“Why would it make me mad?” Mallory smiled, tugging Lori in again. “Victor’s cock is really terrific. And Victor is just like, the perfect lover.” Glassy eyes, heated words. “He deserves all kinds of girls sucking his cock.”

“Yeah,” said Lori. She sat down at the table.

“It’s sort of…weird, isn’t it? How he just seems to have that…influence on us.”

Lori gulped and nodded. “Yeah. I…I don’t get it. I don’t understand it. But I just know that…”

“That he’s completely attractive? That you trust him completely?” Mallory leaned in, her eyes slightly glazed over. “That you want to suck his cock anytime he asks?”

“Y-yes.” Lori’s voice was small and soft. “Very much. To all of that.”

“I'm really, really hungry,” said Mallory, ”but I have to say, all I want to have for dinner is his cum.”

Lori whimpered softly. “Y-yeah. C-can we?”

“I don't know.” Mallory turned to me slow. Her work finished. “May we have our meal, Master?”

If Lori noticed the title in her lust-induced haze, it wasn't enough to dissuade her from moving forward. I unbuckled my pants completely and walked to the couch, calling them over. The two approached me slow, giggling against one another as they descended on either leg, their mouths slowly journeying up my naked thighs to my hard cock.

“Fuck, I want it so bad,” said Lori. “I don't understand it. I don't know why this feels so good, but...”

“You don't care,” Mallory finished.

“Mmhmm...”

Mallory took Lori's head and pushed it down on my cock head, sliding her pretty face forward until she was totally impaled on my meat. Lori moaned in pleasure, taking in the slathering of precum that had developed up and down my shaft from my spewing tip. Mallory looked up at me, fierce dedication in her eyes. Her hand wrapped around Lori's thick, short hair, pushing her up and down. Mallory's beautiful lips opened and closed in blissful warmth, biting the air, her hips bucking violently into my leg. Her clit grinding against my naked calf.

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life up to that point. Mallory getting off, clearly, by forcing Lori's eager mouth up and down at Mallory's pace.

“Jesus Christ,” I moaned. “Jesus, Jesus...”

But Mallory couldn't be sated with Lori sucking forever. Eagerly, she pushed the young beauty off, and took her own mouth to my long rod. Her licks were practiced and perfect. Lori, still desperate for more, suckled at my balls and kissed upward. Occasionally, her mouth would meet Mallory's, and the two would make out passionately with my cock hard between the gorgeous tangle of their intertwining tongues and lips.

“Please cum, Sir,” moaned Mallory. “I need to taste it. I'm nothing without it.”

“Yes!” Lori moaned. “Yes, Sir!” she was mirroring Mallory now. That was so fucking perfect. “I need it, Sir. I need to feel it in my body again. Down my throat.” Kiss, lick. “Spraying in my mouth.” Kiss kiss, lick. “Filling up my fucking belly. Pleeeaase?”

Hot, lifegiving, trance-inducing jizz spewed out from my massive cock. Both of them took long droughts from my hypnotic fountain, guzzling down shot after shot of my sticky white goo. I let Lori take the first shot—she’d had so much less—and then slipped her quickly-trancing face off to replace it with Mallory.

If I could, I would have cum all over them for hours. Soaking them in it. And then I would have flipped them onto all fours and filled them up with my seed, breeding them like the hot stock they were, made to get pregnant and serve me however I wished.

But, even I had my limits. That’s why I had prepared for tonight. In my freezer, I had several dozen vials of cum. And in the fridge, thawed out already, I had four more—two for each of them. I left them to grab the necessaries and returned. Both were wavering, somewhat trance-like, though their eyes weren't completely white yet.

When they were both somewhat under, I popped open the vials and let them have it. They drank eagerly, treating the thick substance like nectar to their souls. My cock, even after the massive undertaking it had just been through, twitched as I watched them take me in. Slowly, their eyes became absolutely white. Whiter than I had ever seen them before.

“Now, girls,” I began. “You’ve both been very good.”

“We’ve been very good.”

I remembered what Lori said, about not understanding her feelings toward me.

“And you love feeling the way you do about me.”

“We love feeling the way we do about you.”

“It doesn’t matter if you understand it or not.”

“It doesn’t matter if we understand it or not.”

“All that matters is feeling good and doing what I say.”

“All that matters is feeling good. And doing…what you say.”

Good. I hoped that would clear up any potential messes before they started. How little I knew. My messes hadn’t even yet begun.

“You love each other so very much.”

“We love each other. So very much.”

The sound of their voices operating in tandem was hot beyond belief. Their tones matched one another, and I know that, even as they repeated the instruction and made it a part of their mental core—they were hearing that same instruction again from the other girl, hypnotizing them even further.

“I’m your Master.”

Mallory hopped on this easily, of course. “You’re our Master.”

Lori struggled. “You’re our…”

I moved Mallory’s mouth over to Lori’s, and repeated, more emphatically now, “I am your Master.”

“You’re our Master,” Mallory moaned.

This time, Lori moaned and said it too, only half a beat behind Mallory. “You’re our Master.”

My cock pushed forward, wanting so desperately to fuck them both again. Fuck them forever. I loved them, both, so much. This was how I knew to express that love. Giving them my thoughts. Giving them my control.

Working swiftly, I moved Mallory’s hand into Lori’s pussy and vice versa. They moaned, their empty hot faces so ready for instruction.

“You love to show off your bodies for me.”

“We love to show off our bodies for you.”

“You love to lick pussy.”

“We love to lick pussy.”

“You love to fuck other girls for me.”

“We love to fuck other girls for you.”

My arousal was in full control. My sprouting hard boner sat heavy on every word I said.

“You love to seduce girls for me.”

“We love to seduce girls for you.”

Inspired, I pushed my cock past their lips again, letting them take my shaft in their mouths even as they repeated my words back to me as their truest thoughts.

“You want other sexy babes to feel what you feel for me.”

“We want other sexy babes to feel what we feel for you.”

“A harem of sex slaves for me turns you on.”

“A harem of sex slaves for you turns us on.”

“You are my harem girls.”

“We are your harem girls.”

Okay...okay, that was enough for now. I repeated the Four Commandments of Trust, Attraction, Loving My Cock, and Cheerful, Pleasurable Obedience. And then I allowed them to suck my cock as they returned to their minds again.

“Master,” said Lori, after returning to herself. “Won't you...won't you let me feel you in my pussy?”

“Yes, Master,” nodded Mallory, currents of excitement evident in her gorgeous, busty body. “Won't you please?”

I smiled. It was going to be a long, fruitful night.

 

 

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