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Our backs were against the nearby leather couch and I pulled my darling in next to me, her stocking-clad legs sliding over mine. Her heels were still on. Gently, perhaps unconsciously, she started to slide her hand up and down my cock as I looked at her perfect outfit and the women beyond. They were just beginning to come out of their trance.

“How long have you had them like that?”

She shrugged.

“I suppose it’s been over an hour, now.”

“Over an hour?” I was rather shocked. Even Dawn, who I'd mindfucked more than anyone, had only been in without re-upping for about forty minutes. “But how…how many vials did you give them?”

“About six each.”

Holy fuck. For Celise and Audrey, who had never touched my cum before, that would no doubt have been enough to re-warp their entire warp core. But for the others, well. It was something of overkill.

It was a good thing Mallory had instructed them to be so perfectly obedient.

“How did…”

“...Celise get here?” Mallory finished.

Always, she could anticipate me. My true partner. My perfect slave.

“I called her, naturally. Told her that Audrey was scared and ready to tell her everything that had happened. And when she got here, I offered her a drink, and…” she shrugged. “The rest was pie easy. Though she did struggle going down. I think she had figured it out at the end.”

“And Minjee?”

She snorted. “I told her I had a deep secret about your past that I couldn’t possibly reveal to her under any circumstances. She showed up right after Celise. Out of breath, really. I think she had been following me anyway, trying to root out how I got you and she didn’t.”

Deep secrets. Hidden pasts. Obsessing with past lovers. That sounded rather like a Victorian novel, all right.

As the minutes passed with Mallory gently adoring and stroking my cock, we watched as my harem girls came out of their trances. I was going to take what I wanted from them, each of them.

Dawn and Lori, I was already quite sure of. They didn't need to espouse their devotion in the slightest. I wanted the new girls—the novelty of them. I deserved it. I approached Celise first. She looked up at me with empty, happy worship in her eyes, just like all of them did.

“You look like you have something to say.” I smiled. “Go ahead.”

“It was wrong to think I was ever a lesbian,” Celise said, nodding and grabbing at my thighs. Her eyes burning at my cock. “All along, all I truly was being was a servant to your cock, just in waiting. That’s why other so-called men didn’t satisfy me. It wasn’t because I don’t crave cock. It’s not because I don’t need it every second of my life. It’s just because the only cock I needed was yours. The only man who was truly worthy of feeling me was you. Always, always you. Dawn was right to leave me for you…and I should have left her the second I saw you. I should have known.” She turned away, almost tearful. But then she smiled brightly, staring back up at me with those gorgeous dark eyes. “But I know now. And you’ll let me suck you…won’t you?”

Indulging just a bit, I let my cockhead slip into her mouth. Only the tip, though. She moaned urgently, and then pouted as I pulled it out and patted her on the head.

“Soon.”

Minjee was next.

“Go on,” I said to the dark-haired beauty. “Say it all. Reveal yourself to me.”

“This is all so very dark and forbidden,” she said, smiling serenely. “Will you trap me deep in your world of secrets and lies? I'll probably have to live some double life from now on, won't I? A slave at home, a good girl abroad...but a slave at home,” she clutched herself, her pussy twitching. “Oh god. It sounds so good!”

In some ways, the combination of mine and Mallory's brainwashing had transformed Minjee into something of a cliché. We'd have to work on that—or otherwise she really would need a double-life. People didn't like clichés. They exposed them for what they were. Just like with Celise, I briefly dipped my cock into Minjee's mouth—but I took it out once again. Because who I truly wanted was Audrey.

It had always, all of this really, been about Audrey. For making her understand that she was wrong. That she never, ever should have hurt me like she did.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Mallory, high on her tall heels, leaning against my shoulder, nodded. “She does, Master. She hurt you. She should pay for it.”

“It was all my fault, Master,” Audrey nodded. “All of it. You were never to be doubted. I should have stayed with you. Loved you.” She looked at Mallory, stroking her long stocking-clad leg admiringly. “But now you have a better best bitch…I’ll only ever be second best, at best.”

“Does that turn you on, Master?” Mallory moaned in my ear. “I know you took me first for a reason. It’s that we are supposed to be this way, supposed to be together. Supposed to be helping each other like this. Making me want you as my brother, my Daddy, my Master…and knowing how perfect it is forever after to make other hot babes you want to want to serve you just like all of them.”

Precum spurted out of my cock. All the girls moaned in unison at the sight, even Mallory. I watched as they each surged forward slightly, but then restrained themselves.

After a moment, my cock pulsed with the understanding of why they hadn’t licked it all up, despite their obvious need for it.

It was because I hadn’t ordered them to lick it up.

There were so many women I could fuck—and would. I would have every last one of them. I would get them all pregnant—breed them how I wanted.

“Minjee.” I gestured, wanting her at my feet. “Audrey. Celise.”

The pussies I hadn’t had yet. The ones that were aching to be filled for the first time by my cock.

Of the three—hell, of all six beauties—Audrey held the most sway in my mind. Every last inch of her was young and perfect. Celise’s body was hard and athletic, an ebony sculpture of hard-working gym fitness. And Minjee was like some gorgeous porcelain doll, her dark hair shining like glass.

But Audrey was…Audrey. The girl who could be a model except she was paid better by her dad. The girl who fucked up my entire brain just by letting me hang out with her for a few months—and never once going past second base. And even then, it had all been incidental—a nipple touch here, a touch of her slight, perky tits there.

I took Celise first, Minjee right next to her. I took her mouth, shoving myself in roughly, not caring if it was strange for her to be fully tasting the first cock that had ever entered her mouth. And then I pulled out, leaving her gasping and drooling, her face stupefied with lust, and then shoved myself into Minjee. Again, the same—no doubt the first cock inside her. Minjee had been too good for any man before I came along.

“You watch,” I said to Audrey. “Dawn, Lori...prepare her.”

Audrey sat on the thick rug, pulling Dawn and Lori up under her arms. They licked at her nipples, Dawn's fingers circling her clit while Lori's fucked her hot, sopping wet pussy.

Mallory naturally found her place at my side. While I alternated between fucking Celise and Minjee's mouths, she assisted by either making out with the girl left out—no doubt tasting my potent precum on the way—or gathering up their hair as handles to ram their heads down on my shaft to deliver the most brutal fucking possible.

Audrey came, again and again, from Dawn and Lori's attentions—but most especially to watching her new MasterDaddy fuck her sisters. I watched her pussy convulsing wildly, ceaselessly. All of us operating in a perfect engine of lust.

On my own will, I came down Celise's throat, spurting and spasming. She nearly choked on it, but of course was only trying to swallow all she could. Then, when her eyes were whitened through and she had collapsed to the floor in a happy mess, I grabbed Minjee and slammed her mouth all the way down to my hips. I unleashed the remainder of my thick, dense load down her throat. Every last warm, hot, dripping gob of goo shoved inside of her body. Her eyes whitened, her body quivering with bliss as she fell aside. On automatic, she and Celise wrapped around one another, sharing the leftover trance-inducing taste of my cum between their mouths.

“Fuck,” Mallory moaned. “Fuck. Master. God...”

Finally, I approached Audrey.

“Are you a virgin, Audrey? Have you ever had a cock before?”

She nodded happily. Her eyes trying to process my cock. It was still hard, even after all that cumming.

“I am, Master. Yours...I've never. Not ever. Had one. It will be yours. Only yours.”

I pushed Lori and Dawn away, and instead they shifted back to have their tits pillowing Audrey's head. Dawn's did the brunt of the work, of course, but it was still a hot visual.

I wasn't interested in a nice long lovemaking session like I had been with Mallory. I wanted brutal. I wanted ownership. I wanted Audrey pregnant and then pregnant again.

Pulling her legs up and crushing them to her chest, I shoved my cock into her orgasm-laden, dripping cunt. All of my weight driven down on her body.

I wanted a rut. Nothing more, and nothing less.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” Audrey's eyes rolled back in her head. She tried to shift her head, but Dawn and Lori's tits were right there. Her tongue slid over their nipples, inducing shivers of pleasure in each. I fucked her harder, my cock pumping furiously in and out of her tiny slit.

“Fuck her, Master!” Mallory moaned. “Oh god, fuck your slave!”

“Our slave,” I corrected, grunting harshly.

“Y-yes!” Mallory's grin widened. “Fuck our slave. Fuck our slave! Give her your fucking seed! Get her pregnant, oh my god! Fuck that virgin pussy so good!”

I wanted her pregnant and mine, and I wanted it as soon as possible. I had so many slavecunts to fuck. So much to own. I wanted to leave no doubt in Audrey's tranced little mind that no matter how long she had run from me, she belonged to me now. No longer my ex. No longer anything but my perfect little fuckslut.

Hot pleasure soared through my bones. I was going to unload. My cock, so huge and throbbing, had never felt more right at any time in my life.

I held myself there, right at the edge, my hips grinding down slow instead of finishing her. My cock throbbed inside Audrey’s tight, gripping virgin cunt, and I made myself stay on that knife edge, because I wanted to feel it—all of it—for as long as I could.

Because this was the moment. Not the cumming. The moment before it.

Audrey Sheffield underneath me, ankles up by her ears, her chestnut hair spread out over Dawn’s enormous tits, her mouth open and slack while she licked at Lori’s nipple without even knowing she was doing it. Audrey Sheffield, who had made me feel like a stray dog for four months of museum trips and coffee dates and one accidental brush of a nipple through a cashmere sweater. Audrey Sheffield, who had a condo bought with her father’s money and a father who threatened to bury me in litigation, spread open on that condo’s expensive rug with my cock buried in her to the root.

I had spent so long believing there was something inside her worth all that pain.

The only thing of worth she had was her body, her beauty; her mind was only ever an empty shell, a vapid space for me to fill with my will. My cum and my control give her actual worth, like they do for any woman.

“Do it,” Audrey moaned. “Do it, Master, please! Daddy, please! Take me! Take me back! I was so wrong. I need it! I need your cock. I was so wrong. I was so, so wrong, please! Please fuck me, Master! Please cum in me!”

I could only comply. My cum spurted out into her fertile young body. They all came with me—Mallory, Dawn, Lori, and Audrey. Minjee and Celise were too tranced to even notice what was happening. But the collective moaning and screaming of our orgasm filled the condo. I felt like the earth had moved. Even minutes after the initial orgasm had subsided, I was still inside Audrey, kissing her beautiful tranced face, spurting out little after-loads into her already overstuffed cunt.

Half the girls were now tranced or well on their way, cleaning up the remainder of my cum from the other babes. Mallory diligently licked at my cum from Audrey's cunt. They all snuggled in around me, but I wasn't done yet. They would all have a ride from me tonight, and every night, if I could help it.

 

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It’s amazing what a few million dollars and the sexiest women in the city can do for a bookstore’s success. East Side Pages has opened up three more locations in the city, and is looking to set up a region-wide presence in the quad-state area. Nobody seems to mind much that ninety-five percent of my employees were women.

After a few months, I toned down the sluttified apparel of my employees, at Mallory’s suggestion. They didn’t need to look like sluts, really. They looked hot no matter what they wore.

And in a way it was hotter for me. In their hot clubwear, they were clearly unattainable by even the most hung, hunky of jocks that arrived. When they dressed down in tight jeans and tees, flirty dresses and skirts and brightly colored tights, they seemed all the more attainable—but they were still hopelessly out of reach for anyone who showed the slightest interest.

This didn’t stop my girls from leading them on, of course. Daddy needs lots of money to take care of his dolls. It was nothing for their focused morality to justify extorting married men (and women) out of their hard-earned cash.

In a few months, Mallory will be setting up a new modeling business for us. All the girls will have to pass a very particular interview process. First, they have to clear Mallory’s exacting screening standards…and only after they’re found hot enough to get through that will they get to sit down and have a drink with me.

Who knows? If I find a lady hot enough, I may even let her in on the secret the way I did Mallory. A Man like me deserves more than one Priestess. More than one Queen. Her initial attitude won’t matter much. I can shape that however I like.

It's all under my control.

 **THE END**

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There was nothing I could do now to stop Mallory. All the pieces were in place how she liked them. And I knew, without even much internal scavenging, that those were all pieces I had set in motion long ago. What Mallory was doing was simply locking my fate in place.

Still, though, I had to try and see if I could lessen the spiral somewhat.

Again, I called Lori—no response.

Then Dawn again—no response.

I even called Minjee—and again, no response.

This was bad, truly bad. Mallory had them all now, for what—I had no idea.

I had every idea. And they were all inevitably bankrupt of any decency or morality.

So, I walked down to Audrey’s apartment. Her father had bought her the nicest condo in the nicest building in the downtown area. It was his way of keeping her under his thumb while still giving her “independence.”

But of course, independence given to you is no real freedom at all. With all the control I’ve garnered, I know that any liberty you’ve got is the kind you earn—a right that’s given to you is no right at all. Nothing to be trusted. If someone can give it to you, they can take it away.

And there was this justification in my head—that if I could take away all the thoughts of these women and replace them with my own, then they were made to be taken away anyway. It was so easy for me. How could it not be right to own them like I did?

I rang the doorbell. Already, I knew stepping in there would be selling my soul to the devil, entirely. Giving myself over to the twisted, foul side of me that only knew how to corrupt and fuck and own.

And I knew it was, somehow, the most true part of me. I gave in. I didn’t want to fight anymore. Every time that I fought, it only got worse.

I just wanted what I had earned.

Mallory greeted me at the door in sparkling white lingerie. A lace bra cupping her magnificent breasts, presenting them to me in all their glory. The second I stepped through the door, she pulled me in for a tight, sizzling hot kiss. Her tiny waist felt so perfect, wrapped as it was by my strong fingers. One long leg wrapped around my thigh, pulling me in closer and closer. Her stockings sparkled around her thighs.

“I’m so happy to see you, Daddy!”

As she clapped her hands, her heels clicked fetchingly on the floor.

“Are…are you?”

“Of course I am. I’ve got so much to show you. Here…”

She started pulling me into the apartment, but I stopped her. Immediately, she moaned and slid in for another kiss.

Audrey's condo was immense. Tall ceilings. Marble floors in the hallways, wooden floors in the living room. Fine art posted on the walls, impressionist paintings of parks and birds everywhere. There was a long stairway in the middle of the living room that led up into what appeared to be some sort of screening room. I could see, down the hallway, the immense bedroom and the enormous bed inside.

“Mmm,” Mallory's fingers trailed along my face. “Master is so horny, already, hmm? Should I suck my beautiful Big Brother off before I show him his gift?”

Fuck. The way she so effortlessly and naturally switched between calling me her Master, her Daddy, and her Big Brother—the way it all made such perfect sense to her that I was her Male, her everything-that-was-masculine, got me worked up in a hurry.

“No,” I shook my head. “I just…what did you do, Mallory?”

“I could tell you.” She tugged my hand. “Or I can show you. It’s quicker that way.”

Resigned to my doom, I followed her further in.

What I saw there, I certainly wasn’t expecting.

Every woman I had lusted after over the past several days—or weeks, even. Months. They were all there. Deep in trance, fingering their cunts beautifully.

Lori.

Dawn.

Minjee.

Audrey.

And…Celise?

Oh fuck.

All of them were on their knees, and had headphones on. A small recorder in one hand, the other hand rubbing intently on their individual clits. Lori and Dawn were completely naked—no doubt some signifier to Mallory of their heightened status for being my slaves before the others. Celise wore the same suit she had on the day before, though it was torn in places. I thought, perhaps, that there must have been some sort of struggle. Mallory maybe needing to “encourage” my ownership on the detective.

Minjee was wearing brief, normal underwear. White panties, a white bra. On a lesser body, it might have looked plain. On her, it looked mouthwatering.

Audrey's incredible, chestnut-haired frame was contained only in a slender silk nighty. Purple. She had heels on, too. Had she been dressed like that before, or had Mallory insisted she wear it before I arrived? Either way was perfectly hot.

Each of the girls whispered softly in unison. I leaned forward, next to Audrey's beautiful half-naked body, trying to make out what it was.

“Victor is always right.” And then a slight pause, listening. “I trust Victor completely.” Another pause, and so on. “Victor is my Master. Victor is my Daddy. Victor is the perfect Man. Obeying Victor is pleasure.” All orders I had heard before—given directly to Mallory. There were fifteen or twenty other sentences like this, all shades of my four commandments. Her work was good, thorough—if a bit sloppy and circular. And toward the end of the chain, she had added some other, newer thoughts:

“I’ll think actively on how to better please Master. I’ll pay attention and suggest new ways to bring him pleasure. A good slave is an intelligent slave.”

That might just help out Dawn with her little bimbo-ized problem. Maybe. If it didn’t, I wasn’t sure I cared. And then, there were other orders—and these really caught my ear:

“Mallory is my perfect Big Sister. She’s my perfect Mommy. I’ll do anything she says. She always knows what Victor wants. I know she’s a better slave than I am. Being a good slave is all that’s important to me. Mallory knows just how to obey Victor perfectly.”

Fuck, fuck, and fuck again. That was…was…just so brilliantly fucking hot.

“You’re brainwashing them with your voice.”

Mallory nodded, sliding her head on my shoulder. She sighed there, happily, as if we were watching puppies play in a park.

Or seeing our daughters do something grown up for the first time—going to prom or driving off to college.

“Our little girls are going to be so perfect for you, Daddy. I made sure of it. I paid attention. I thought of all the ways I’m your perfect, loving slave, and made sure they lived up to every last command I knew I lived for.”

This was too much. I leaned into her loving, slave body, sliding my hands into her hair. I had to look away from the collection of slaves, but instead Mallory took up my gaze.s

“I feel so guilty, Mallory.”

“For what?” She was genuinely confused. Like I had asked her how I didn’t understand why water was wet.

“For all of this. For making you this way. For making you make them this way.”

I said this already knowing how she would react. I knew what she would say in response.

When all the people in your life have programmed responses that you created, and all you can do is respond to the people around you—have you made yourself as programmed as they are?

I didn’t care. I wanted to hear what I knew she would say.

“It’s perfect for you to own them, Master. Look at you.” Her eyes glowed with hot pleasure, sliding up and down my body. She pushed my jacket off, and it slid down to the ground behind me. She unbuckled my pants, pushing them down, her fingers once again wrapping around my cock where she knew they belonged. “I need you. I’ve never seen a more perfect man, Daddy. They belong to you.” She turned now, stroking my cock with heated urgency. “They all belong to you. Every last girl. It’s right that they do. You’ve earned them. You deserve them. And they need you, Daddy.” Her voice became a plaintive, sexy whine. “They need their Daddy. They need their Big Brother’s cock. You’re so perfect. So, so perfect. Please don’t say you feel bad about it. Take it back, Daddy, please? We need you in charge of us. We need it, Master.”

“I…” Slowly, I nodded, shuddering as her strokes became slow and easy again. “You’re right. I misspoke, that’s all. I deserve this.” I straightened up, kissing her softly. “I deserve you.”

Her breasts crushed against me. “They’ll be out of it for…another good fifteen minutes or so…”

Her tall, sexy high-heeled toe made a little circle in the ground. This total beauty suddenly was shy, unsure, and completely needy.

“Did I do it right, Master?” A little tear formed at one eye, threatening her perfect make-up. “I thought you would love it…I thought…” she gulped. “I thought you would love me…better than Audrey. I know she’s super pretty, but I am too, and she would never do this for you, so I thought…I thought…” her voice became tiny, barely a whisper. “I thought we could be together forever if I could just show you how badly I wanted you to be my Daddy.”

There is only so much a man can take. I pushed Mallory down to the ground and ripped off her panties.

She was my love. My everything. She was absolutely the most perfect woman in the world. I needed her. Needed her body to feel mine, needed to fill her up.

My cock drove into her cunt, and I looked directly into her beautiful eyes as we made love—I feel—for the first time ever. My strokes were slow but steady, hands running up and down her delicate white lingerie. Her body was so tight, so perfectly formed. My lips brushed against her neck, up and down her breasts, all along her shoulders and chin.

And all the while, her voice was plaintive, orgasmic, urging me on.

“Oh yes, Master, please…please, please, do it, Daddy! Give me your babies n-now…now, please!”

She was making me lose all control, even though I had as much as I did because of her.

“I love you,” I whispered in her ear. “You above all others. You first. Always. Always.”
“Oh Master,” she moaned. “I love you! I love you!”

You can make the argument that I made her feel all those emotions. That she was only, in some ways, parroting what I had commanded her to. In that moment, I can tell you—it didn’t matter. She said what she truly felt. She expressed what she was actually feeling. And if there was some feeling behind the actual one, something that never came to the surface, that was not ever realized in any form—conscious or subconscious—doesn’t that make it more of a fantasy that what I had created?

I think so.

Her legs locked around me, her hips rising to meet every thrust. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in, holding me against her. She was hot and slick and clenching around me, her whole body devoted to my pleasure.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” she begged. “Please, please, cum for me.”

I felt it building, that hot pressure at the base of my cock. And through the haze of it, one clear thought remained. Not inside her. Not now. I wanted her here. Present. Awake. Mine, but aware of it.

I pulled out at the last second and rose up over her, stroking myself hard and fast. My cum sprayed across her belly in thick ropes, splashing over her navel and up between her breasts, pooling in the dip of her stomach.

She looked down at herself, panting, and smiled.

“You kept me here,” she said softly. “You wanted me to see you. To feel it.”

“Yes.”

“That’s so romantic, Master.” She giggled, dragging one finger through the mess without tasting it, painting a slow circle around her navel. “Look at me. Marked. Claimed.”

I collapsed beside her, pulling her close, my hand splayed over her sticky stomach.

“Mine,” I said.

She reached to slide her hands through the cum, probably to lick it up, and I swatted her hand away.

“Not now.”

She pouted, but said, “Of course, Master.”

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I awoke to find Mallory and Lori gone.

Of course, I felt immediate remorse about what I had done to Lori. Outright replacing her addictions. Any ethical high ground I might have claimed by cleansing her of her reliance on drugs earlier had been washed out completely now.

I really, truly just had no morals when I was turned on. And more and more, I was turned on all the fucking time. And in all honesty, I was struggling to find out how not to be turned on, when I knew at the press of a few buttons on my phone, I could have a cum-starved beauty on her knees within the hour.

After eating the breakfast, so masterfully arranged for me as always, I opened the fridge for a drink. But inside, something was wrong. The little storage cooler with all the cum I had stockpiled over the past several days was gone. There were over four dozen there available.

The lust and power-fueled madness of the night before started to come back to me

I’d called Mallory my slavemaker. My perfect pet.

What if she decided to walk around the city, pulling stray women into alleys and filling their gullets with my cum? How pretty was pretty enough for her to decide that a woman should serve me? I’d put down no ground rules, no commands for engagement. I didn’t say she could only take women at my say-so. I just said it should turn her on, that she would be happy doing it.

Stupid, stupid. How could I be so stupid?

Even though it was stupid, I could not help but harden at the thought. My cock with a mind of its own, and that mind is fully psychopathic, wanting to corrupt and breed and enslave as many beautiful women as possible no matter where they come from or who they are.

There was so much Mallory could do with all those vials.

Something about my power, I have noticed, assails me with visions of potential. It's happened before. It happened now, the images assembling themselves before I could stop them, each one hotter and more depraved than the last.

Mallory, in a cute little sundress, standing at the edge of a college practice field. A dozen cheerleaders running drills in the afternoon sun, their tight little bodies gleaming with sweat, their ponytails bouncing in perfect synchronization. Water jugs lined up on the sideline bench, red plastic caps glinting. Mallory strolling past like she belonged there—an assistant, a booster, nobody anyone would think twice about—unscrewing each cap just long enough to tip in a thick, milky stream before twisting it shut again.

The girls would break for water after their routine. Gulping down mouthfuls between gasping breaths, wiping sweat from their foreheads, laughing about nothing. And then, one by one, their eyes would go soft and unfocused. Their cheers would stutter.

A blonde flyer, mid-stretch, would freeze with her leg still hooked over the metal railing, her spandex shortsriding up over the curve of her ass, her whole body just stopping mid-motion while her mouth kept moving, kept chanting a cheer that had nothing to do with football anymore. Just my name, at Mallory's whispered instruction. Over and over.

A whole squad of them, captains and co-captains and the two girls who always sat on the bench because they weren’t quite good enough, all of them abandoning their formation to kneel in a neat, obedient row on the fifty yard line, hands folded in their laps, waiting for orders that only Mallory could give them until I arrived to give my own.

The coach, confused, taking the cup of tainted drink from a helpful Mallory, wondering if the girls were suffering from heat stroke.

Or Mallory at the country club, hired on as some temp poolside attendant nobody questioned, wheeling a little cart of sunscreen bottles between the loungers where the trophy wives and heiresses baked themselves golden. Rich, bored, gorgeous women with diamond anklets and gold-rimmed sunglasses, women who had never had to want for anything in their lives, holding out their manicured hands for a squirt of lotion and never once suspecting that the white cream Mallory rubbed into their shoulders, their collarbones, the soft undersides of their arms, was my mind-controlling cum.

Mallory’s fingers working it in slow and thorough, over the swell of a tennis pro’s wife’s chest, down the taut stomach of a divorcee twice my age with a body sculpted by three different plastic surgeons, and each woman going quiet under her hands, quiet and blank, sunglasses slipping down their noses as their thoughts slowed to nothing.

And then, in the first stages of the trance, Mallory working diligently on their phones—easily unlockable with her pliant audience’s cooperation—and tuning their headphones to some hastily-built audio file she could easily have made repeating mantra after mantra of fuckslut-service.

Hot, wealthy, tanned mature MILF beauties begging to dwarf the new bankroll I’d just acquired for the honor of touching themselves to the thought of my cock. I groaned, my cock draining blood from my head, harder than I could ever remember being.

If I could think of it, so could Mallory. And what was worse, she would be more devious than me. Her entire intelligence devoted just to this. There would be nothing she wouldn’t dare to do…

A third vision made my whole body go rigid with the horror and untempered arousal of how easily I could picture it: Mallory at the bridal boutique two blocks from the store, the one with the string lights in the window and the “Congrats to Our Brides” corkboard by the register. It didn’t sell a single dress over size 2 or for less than five grand, catering in the politically correct way to “petite, discerning” brides when what it meant was “fucking gorgeous, rich, and thin.”

Mallory offering to steam the veils in the back room, chatting up the bride-to-be and her whole entourage of bridesmaids while champagne flutes sat sweating on a side table, the good stuff, the kind you drink to celebrate. A few careful drops in each glass. The maid of honor’s toast interrupted halfway through by a long, glassy pause, her champagne flute tilting dangerously in her hand. The bride herself, veil half-pinned, staring at her own reflection in the three-way mirror with her mouth slowly falling open, her eyes gone white and soft, while somewhere behind her Mallory calmly plugged a phone into a dock and let some tinny, looping voice fill the fitting room.

Something like, you belong to Victor now, you were always his, the wedding was never a good idea, only his ideas are good ideas stitched into a loop soft enough to slip beneath conscious thought and root itself somewhere deeper. The whole bridal party, one by one, sinking into the same glassy hush, their manicured hands drifting to smooth invisible wrinkles from dresses they no longer really saw, their eyes fixed on nothing, their lips parting around the beginning of my name like a word they’d always known.

Mallory dialing me up like nothing was going on—hey, would you come to the bridal shop? There’s someone I want you to meet…

The bridal party and all the staff. Not even all of them have to be hot enough to fuck. They just have to be obedient, have to be able to spread my will where I want it. Eyes and ears growing all over the city, looking for hot young fuckable babes who can be corrupted just from a sip, a touch, a scent of my seed. Donating their salaries to me. Living together to save space and money; communes of obedience begging to find me the hottest women possible to own and fuck.

I groaned aloud, alone in my kitchen, gripping the countertop.

It was too much. It was too fucking much, and none of it had even happened yet, and I didn’t know if Mallory was really out there right now doing exactly this, or something far worse, or something I hadn’t even had the depravity to imagine yet.

The thing about handing someone that kind of power is that you can’t take it back once it’s spent. I could tell myself it would be fine. I could tell myself Mallory loved me, that she wouldn’t overstep, that she understood discretion the way I’d commanded her to. But I also knew, in the same breath, that I had made her insane on purpose.

I kept escalating. And no matter how far she went, I’d justify it…and then I’d make her further while she—mindfucked and obedient—encouraged me that I deserved more.

And what if…oh, fuck.

What if she started going after the women who were already in my life?

If there was anyone who she could easily identify as “pretty enough” to be a hot slave for Mallory's DaddyMaster, it was Audrey.

I called Mallory, texted furiously—no response. No response either from Lori, or from Dawn.

Shit.

I had to call Audrey. Besides the threat she was under, she was really the only woman left in my life—the only person left in my life—who I knew with any intimacy. I had to confess to someone. I needed someone to know this incredible shame I had. I thought emptying myself into Mallory—making her my slavemaker as it were—would relieve me. But it didn't. It had only made everything worse.

I dialed the number.

“Audrey?”

“Who is this?”

She had deleted me out of her phone. Typical.

“It’s me, Audrey. It’s Victor.”

“I don’t know any Victors,” she said, voice hard. “Wrong number. Bye bye.”

I’m too fucking hard for this. I don’t want her to be forewarned about Mallory. I want her to crash to her knees and slobber all over my cock forever, and her being a bitch like this—even if, obviously, I kind of deserve it—only makes me want to put her into her place even more.

I called again—and then again, and again.

Finally she picked up.

“Listen, I don’t want to talk to you anymore. So cut this out, or I’m telling my Dad, and he’s going to—”

“Just listen for two minutes, okay? Just two minutes and that’s it. Okay? Please?”

She huffed. “Fine. But you better be apologizing.”

“I am. I do. I apologize. Really, I do. It was wrong of me to say what I did. Really, totally wrong. I see that now. You were right. About everything, in fact.”

“Everything?” Even she seemed surprised.

“More or less.” I knocked my fist against the wall. Every admission was excruciating. I still had terribly justifiable feelings of being above her, better than her, good enough to own her...but I swallowed those down. That was just pride talking. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I have to tell you what’s happening, okay? With all the women. Like you guessed. It's not drugs, but it's sort of like that. It's close enough. It’s gotten…it’s gotten really out of control. I need your help. I don’t know who else to talk to.”

“I don’t know why you’d choose me. I’m tempted to go to the cops.”

“Okay. Yeah.” I sighed. “Yes. Sure. Do that. But, just hear me out first, okay?”

I could almost hear her set her beautiful jaw. “Fine.”

“It’s…a little weird. Unbelievable, even.”

“Everything about this has been unbelievable. Lay it on me, Victor.”

“It’s just—”

“Wait.”

There was a knocking at her door. I could hear her shuffling and getting up to see who it was.

“I have to call you back, all right? It’s Mallory. I’ll call you when we’re done talking, okay? Let me see if I can talk some sense into her first.”

“No!” Panic shot through me. “You can’t—”

But she had already hung up.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck shit and fuck again. Mallory was going to…she would…

I didn’t know what she would do.

No. Fear left me. Certainty came over me, gripping my cock like a mistress and rising it slowly.

I pictured Audrey’s eyes going white. Smiling her gorgeous smile. Her brain emptying of anything but Mallory’s desires—my will—and becoming the vapid plaything I’d always wanted from that stuffy fucking bitch.

I knew exactly what Mallory would do. And it turned me on more than I knew anything else could.

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I fucked Mallory to exhaustion.

Naked, I was in the kitchen. My form had gotten rather ripped over the past week. Not all of it could be attributed purely to the nonstop exercise I was getting from my cycle of women, could it? And how was I  fueling all this cum? I didn't feel like I had been eating more...

Was I getting stronger? My body changing to match the alpha vibes my cum instilled in women?

The door knocked. Frantic.

Jesus. Aren't I done with people knocking at my fucking door yet?

It was Lori. Still wearing the tight, tiny outfit from today. Tits on display. Legs long and shiny and perfect. High heels showing her off. She had been crying. At the end of the day at work, I had put off fucking her once more, too wrapped up with what Mallory might have wanted. It seems like it was one time too many.

“I—I need to talk to you.” She put her hands on the door, as if she thought I meant to close it on her. “I know you said to go home, but I—b-but I...I...you also said we would fuck, and I wasn't sure if that meant I should come to you, and—a-and...”

“Shh, baby girl.”

I really, truly, had not been taking care of her well. I had a lot to learn about being a Master. I took her into my arms, her body so tiny and slender, and kissed the top of her head.

Soon, we were sitting next to one another in the living room, where Mallory had begged me not even three hours before to be my eternal fuckslave.

Lori frowned, crossing her arms. “I know…I feel like I know I’m not supposed to think about this, which is weird enough, but like, just a week ago, none of this was true. I wasn’t…I mean…”

She put her hands on her head. “I wasn’t in love with you, you know? And neither was Mallory. And Dawn…Dawn! Fuck, look at her just today! What happened to her? She’s some…some bimbo and you and Mallory are acting like it’s no big deal when it is. It is a big deal. And there was that Asian girl just trying to hide and stalk you, another beautiful girl by the way, who you seem to collect like fucking flies on molasses, and—and…fuck, like a harem…and…”

As she spoke, her hands had drifted up around her tits, squeezing them intently. She didn’t know it, but everything she complained about I had also hard-wired to turn her on. There was obviously some disconnect, though—something I had missed, something essential that she needed to understand before this was all truly okay.

Just a few days ago I would have made her suck my cock until she felt good about the entire situation.

Hell, just a few days ago, I did make her suck my cock until she felt good about the entire situation.

Now it was different.

What the fuck is up with morality anyway? It’s like some terrible sobriety, only coming around when your body magically gets tired of the beautiful high you had been riding. A part of me knew that if I had my druthers, I’d forget about whether this was good or evil right away. I’d simply take Lori into the bedroom with Mallory, put her on her knees, and have her obediently suckle on my cock until everything that was happening not only was unobjectionable, but desirable.

I had just done that with Mallory, after all.

If I could do that, if I was the one man in three and a half billion who could make that happen, why shouldn’t I?

“Lori…”

“No. Don’t…don’t talk. Every time you talk, it gets all…all twisted together, somehow. I can’t explain it.”

“Trust me, babe.”

It was all I had to say. Three words. Each of them localized to the exact pleasure center of her brain. Softly, her lips parted. A moan escaped.

Do you see how difficult it is to behave? When it’s just that simple? Three words. That’s all. That’s how thin a barrier I had created for myself to get away with whatever misbehaving I wanted to do in front of Lori.

“T-trust…you.”

“You love me, don’t you babe?”

Her big, beautiful green eyes became wide and low. “Y-yes, Master.”

“And you trust me. I know that.”

“Yes, Master. Of course I do. It’s j-just that—”

“And you want Minjee to fuck me. Don’t you?”

“Well, yes, of course I do. Who wouldn’t? B-but—”

“Then you don’t need to be confused by anything at all. You trust me. You love me. Minjee wants to fuck me. You want her to fuck me. It’s all normal as anything, babe.”

She had been mouthing my words after I said them. Trust you. Love you. Wants to fuck you.

“Y-yes, Master.”

Before, I would have walked away feeling in control. Better about myself. But now I felt impossibly dirty. Impossible to clean. I could easily deal with this in a responsible, adult way. But the fundamental problem was that I just didn't want to, anymore.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Bend over, now. Onto the coffee table there. Do it, like a good slave.”

“But I...”

She was already pushing herself on top of the table. “I had so many questions...I...”

“Shut up.”

And she did. I was hard, and her cunt was wet. I stripped off her panties and pulled her shirt up. Already naked, I entered her totally bare, holstering myself into her virgin-tight young cunt with ease.

The first thrust shoved the coffee table forward six inches across the carpet. A paperback slid off the edge and slapped the floor. A stack of coasters went with it, scattering, one of them rolling on its rim until it wobbled flat under the couch.

I gripped her hips and pulled her back onto me and drove in again. Her whole body jolted. Her palms slipped on the tabletop and she caught herself on her forearms, elbows skidding, the wood squeaking beneath her sweat. My remote control bounced off and cracked open on the carpet, batteries spitting out in two directions.

She was so small. That was the thing that kept hitting me harder than the sex itself. My hands nearly wrapped her waist twice over, and every time I yanked her back I lifted her feet clean off the floor. Her legs—decorated in sexy high heels, as always, like all my girls now—wrapped backwards around my thighs and ass. Her heels dragged and kicked and one of them tore loose, tumbling under the table. I let it go. I hauled her back by the hips and slammed forward and the table’s legs stuttered again, chewing lines into the carpet, until the whole thing hit the base of the couch and stopped dead.

Then I really went to work on her.

She had nothing to brace against anymore. Every stroke bounced her forward into the couch cushions and every pull dragged her back down onto me. Her hands scrabbled and found the armrest and clamped there, knuckles white, her nails digging little crescents into the fabric. Her spine curved. Her hair, that soft dark-blonde spill of it, whipped around and stuck to her wet cheeks and neck.

I put my thumb against the base of her skull and pressed her face down into the cushion. She could breathe.

Barely.

Fucking cunt.

Fucking doubting me. I rule her fucking life. What they fuck makes her think she can get away with that?

It would have been easy, probably, to make the fucking last for a long time. Give her a good show of it. But she would cum on command, and so that meant the only really important orgasm was mine and mine alone. And as soon as I exploded in her, I would make her believe absolutely that the only time she had ever had a sexual thought in her life was because of me.

Why not be a God? It felt fucking good.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned. “Oh god, Master. M-Master. B-Big Bro! It's so good. It's s-so so good!”

I knew it was. I had trained her to love it.  I fucked her. Furious and hard. Spitefully, even. How dare she ask me questions. How dare she even think of it?

The table creaked under the assault. Lori’s tiny body was nothing but a vessel for my pleasure, her tight cunt clenching around me like it was made for this—because it was. I’d seen to that. Her tits bounced with every thrust, those perky little mounds jiggling against the tabletop, her nipples hard and begging for my teeth. I leaned forward and bit down on one, just hard enough to make her gasp, her back arching as she pushed her ass back into me.

“You’re just a pair of tits on a skinny body,” I growled, my voice rough with dominance. “That’s all you are. A hot little fucktoy for me to use whenever I want.”

She whimpered, her fingers clawing at the couch. “Y-yes, Master. I’m just your toy. Use me. Please.”

I didn’t need her permission. I didn’t need anything from her except her obedience. And she was giving it to me, her body trembling as I fucked her harder, my cock slamming into her with no mercy. Her pussy was dripping, her arousal coating my shaft, making every thrust slick and perfect.

My orgasm was not quite as impressive as those earlier in the night. Mallory had taken most of my quality loads. But still, my spunk sprayed into Lori's quivering canal, her body shaking with urgent, fierce bliss as she called out my title again and again.

And instantly, her body still calming from all that bliss, she was tranced as deeply as she had ever been.

My mind was full of possibility. I may have just cum, but my desire was as strong as it had ever been. In a strange way, I knew I was riding that high of corruption again, but I didn't care. I only wanted to follow the rabbit hole down.

If I could deepen Mallory's convictions by screwing with her deepest held kinks and thoughts about family, about doing what strong men told her to do, then I could probably do it with Lori too. Only, Lori's real kink had never been family or sex. It had been smoking pot.

I took her face in my hands.

“You're my slave,” I told her. “You're my little sister. My daughter.”

“I'm your slave,” she nodded. “Your little sister. Your daughter.”

“I'm your Master. Your Big Bro. Your Daddy.”

“You're my Master. My Big Bro. My Daddy.”

“I'm the Man. And the Man always knows what's best.”

“You're the Man. And the Man always knows what's best.”

“You're not addicted to weed.”

“I'm not addicted to weed.”

“But you are an addict.”

“I...I am an addict.”

“You're addicted to my cock.”

“I'm addicted to your cock.”

“You need to fuck it. Suck it. Taste my cum.”

“I need to fuck it, suck it, and taste your cum.”

“You're an addict, and you don't care.”

“I'm an addict, and I don't care.”

“You don't have any of the power, and you don't care.”

“I don't have any of the power, and I don't care.”

“You're addicted to my cock.”

“I'm addicted to your cock.”

Then repetitions until the trance began to fade. I was so heady with arousal, still, that I didn't have time to think all the way through what I had done. I walked away, back into the kitchen. I wanted to talk to Mallory. I wanted her to tell me that it was okay what I had just done. I knew it wasn't, but I wanted it to be.

When I finally decided to wake Mallory up and have her assuage my guilt, Lori was there in the doorway. She had followed after me on her hands and knees. Hearing me pace on the kitchen floor, perhaps.

“Can I...” she saw my cock, mostly hard again. “Can I suck it before I fall asleep? Just...just one good hit, please?”

Her naked body was shivering with hot sweat. Every muscle defined, her tits so perky, the nipples fully erect in the dim light.

Of course I let her suck me. I was a good drug dealer. Had to keep her coming back around for more.

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I arrived home to find Mallory at the couch, sitting down with a vial of my cum in her hands. She stared at it curiously, like she held the trigger to a nuclear weapon.

Despite her seriousness, and how bleak this all appeared to be, dinner was still on the table. Quinoa, mango, and black beans, with a salad on the side.

“Once you’re finished eating, I’d love it if we could talk.”

“Dinner can wait.”

She looked somewhat pained. “O-okay. It’s just…I made it for you…like you said you wanted…”

I took her hand. “Relax. Trust me. It’s fine. It can wait.”

Stress left her immediately—and then immediately returned as she noticed what was happening.

“Th-that’s what I want to talk about. You saw it, didn’t you? My second-guessing. Am I calming down because you said so? Am I doing it because things are actually okay, or only because you’re saying they’re okay? Is there a difference? Ought there to be? Can’t your word be final about everything? But who are you to decide that sort of thing, besides my Master and Big Brother and the perfect Man and even that is all fucking injected in my head…”

Christ. I really, really had done a number on her. The stress in her voice, the confusion, all that was swimming on top of a sea of terror and arousal, caught up in a cyclone of need.

“So.” She straightened up slightly. “I need you to do something for me. Okay? And this is the last request I’ll ever ask of you.”

“Anything,” I said, meaning it totally. “Anything you want. I want to do it. I do.”

She licked her lips, one hand sliding on my thigh. “Remove all doubt from me. Remove every last strip of morality…and then I’ll whisper in your ear, stroking your cock, and let you know how perfect it is that you did it. And when you do it to everyone else.”

The air was thick with her words for several moments. I couldn't believe what I had heard.

“Holy shit. Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“I could…I could go the other way, I think. If you wanted. I could make you how you were…”

“I wasn’t happy, then. Not like the last week. I’ve been smiling from ear to ear constantly. I’ve been feeling fan-fucking-tastic, and absolutely in love with you. Why would I give that up…for anything? For normal?”

“I mean, it’s…it’s what you…what you were. Or are. I don’t know.”

“I don’t want that, anymore. I don’t care if I ever did. I want my thoughts to be controlled by you. I love that. I need it. I crave it. It’s all I fucking want all day long. I just don’t want any more doubts about wanting it. I want my mind, my body, to be your plaything. Totally.”

She was offering me everything. Everything and anything I had ever wanted. It was a difficult thing to process.

I could just do it anyway—remove this need to obey me. To be controlled by me. Face the consequences.

But I had promised her anything. And she had asked for this.

Before I put her all the way under, though, there were a few things I needed to know.

“What did you talk about today with the detective?”

“Celise?”

“Who else? Of course.”

She shrugged. “She wanted something to work on, someone to blame for her ills. I told her that Dawn had leaned on you to help re-finance the store after Sheffield threatened to pull his financial support. I made it seem like the pressure from that was the instigating factor behind Dawn’s ‘affair.’ Someone to blame who was even more to blame than you. Like you know, in movies, when a bad guy kills the good guy’s family, but really it was the other bad guy, the money bad guy, who made the whole thing happen?” She shrugged. “People like narratives. You doing what you did to Minjee gave me the idea. So…I put her to looking into Sheffield’s finances. There was bound to be something dirty there anyway.”

“And looking through all that would distract her for a while.”

“Months, maybe. He’s been in business for a long time. I thought it was good enough to get her out of our hair until we figured out everything we wanted to do. With each other. For each other.” Her hands clasped around mine.

“That’ll have to change,” I said, frowning. “I mean, good work. For sure. But…I just had Sheffield agreeing to donate most of his fortune this afternoon.”

“Fuck.” Her eyes lit up in awe. “You really just…you control anyone you want, don’t you?”

“I guess so.”

“And you want me, right?”

“Of course I do, Mallory. I love you. I think I’d love you without all this. I was certainly ready to, before it all started. I just…didn’t expect to have hypnotic cum.”

She giggled. “I’m glad you do, though. And I want…I want it to be okay that I want that. Like I said.”

“I know. I’ll make it happen.”

“And…and one last thing, okay?”

“Sure. Anything you want.”

“I think I’ll always have hang ups about you and Audrey. I want you…I want you to get rid of them, okay? Make me not worry about her. Make me know…that you love me more than her.”

“I do love you. More than her. More than anyone.”

Small orgasmic pleasure trickled through her body. “F-fuck,” she moaned, her pussy pushing hard against my thigh. “Don’t…do that. No, god, what am I saying? Do that all the time. But…please. Make me know it. Better than I know anything, even. Make me know that. Okay?”

She had just the one vial in her hand. For what she was asking, I wanted to leave no room for doubt. I owed that to her. I loved her. I got up and returned with two more vials.

“To really take you down.”

She shivered with arousal. “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

Popping open all three, she downed them at the same time. The cum oozed past her lips, taking effect right away. Less than a minute later, she was blank-eyed, staring at me with infinite, white-eyed patience. I stripped down, and then stripped her. The both of us naked, in front of one another on the couch.

“You love me, Mallory.”

Her voice so warm. “I love you, Master.”

“You love that I control you.”

“I love that you control me.”

“You love that I control others.”

“I love that you control others.”

“You're happy that I fucked your mind.”

“I'm happy that you fucked my mind.”

“You've always, always wanted me to own you like I do.”

“I've always, always wanted you to own me like you do.”

“You know it's perfect and right for me to own others like I own you.”

“I know that it's perfect and right for you to own others like you own me.”

Simple enough. That was done. I arranged her hands now; one on the nipples, the other on her clit. Reinforcing all the pleasure.

“I am your Master.”

“You are my Master.”

“I am your Big Bro.”

“You are my Big Bro, Master.”

“I am your Daddy.”

“You are my Daddy, Big Bro.”

“I am every male to you. All others are just imitations.”

“You are every male to me. All others are just imitations, Daddy.”

“I am your God.”

“You are my God, Daddy.”

My cock throbbed, but I had to hold myself back. This couldn't become another Dawn situation. I loved Mallory's devious mind.

“But you are my Priestess. My Queen.”

“I am your Priestess. Your Queen.”

“You’ll give me caution and guidance for my rule.”

“I’ll provide caution and guidance for you rule, Master.”

“You know others won’t understand how right I am.”

“I know other won’t understand how right you are, Master”

“Discretion is our protection.”

“Discretion is our protection, Master.”

There. At least I’d have another voice in my head, now. I couldn’t very well hypnotize myself to keep what I was doing under control, but hypnotizing Mallory to be the cool voice of reason was close enough.

This is what I had wanted all along. When I told Mallory originally about what I was doing—this is exactly what I truly wanted. I thought it was morality, trying to admit my guilt. But this was the truth, now. I wanted a partner. I wanted someone to enjoy this power with. I wanted someone who would assuage all feelings of guilt, all doubts, all misgivings. I wanted a dark seductress stroking my cock cooing in my ear as I handed out order after order to an ever-growing harem of perfectly proportioned fertile fucksluts, entirely obsessed with pleasing their Daddy, Master, and God.

And I didn't want her to have any doubts about her status for me. I moved her hand off her clit onto my cock—which was fully hard at that point. She stroked me automatically. I was already incredibly close to cumming.

“You’re better than Audrey.”

“I’m better than Audrey, Master”

Fuck. Fuck, that got me hot. Thinking of her knowing herself as better than a girl I thought was unmatched in beauty. Even just that little bit was enough to make her hotter than Audrey all by itself.

“You're sexier than Audrey.”

“I'm sexier than Audrey, Master.”

“You know I love you more than her.”

“I know you love me more than her, Master.”

My precum oozed over her hand. Fingers slid tight and fast around my throbbing shaft.

“You know I love you more than anyone.”

“I know you love me more than anyone, Daddy.”

“You know you’re better than them because you’re at my side.”

“I know I’m better than them because I'm at your side, Daddy.”

“You’re my slavemaker. My perfect pet.”

“I’m your slavemaker. Your perfect pet, Master”

I was going to cum. God, I needed to hear her say it again.

“You love me more than anyone. You'll never leave. You'll always be mine.”

“I love you more than anyone, Master. I'll never leave! I'll always be yours, Daddy!”

Groaning, shuddering, holding Mallory tight, I came all over her torso and thighs. My jizz shooting fast and long across her body. It was the thickest, hottest load I had shot all day, in a day full of hot, thick loads.

I stayed pressed against her while the last spurts pulsed out of me. My arms wrapped around her back and pulled her slick body flush to mine, her tits crushed against my chest, my cum spreading warm and sticky between us. Her hand still gripped my shaft, loose now, holding me through the aftershocks. I pushed my hips forward into her palm, slow and needy, grinding the sensitive length of my cock against her fingers and the soft skin of her stomach.

She didn’t let go. Her blank white eyes stayed fixed somewhere past my shoulder while her fingers curled and squeezed in gentle, automatic rhythm, milking out the final drops. I buried my face in her neck and breathed her in—sweat and arousal and the faint remainder of her perfume. My hips kept rocking, small involuntary motions, my cock sliding through the mess I had made of her.

Her body radiated heat. Her thighs trembled against mine, her own orgasm still working through her muscles in slow waves. I held her tighter, one hand tangled in her dark hair, the other splayed across the small of her back, keeping every inch of her against every inch of me.

She was mine. Completely, finally, permanently mine.

I just huffed and moaned my love for her in her ear, my cock surging slightly as she repeated. When finally she came to, after maybe an hour of this tranced sort of shuffling and cuddling, she licked her lips, looking down at herself.

“Oh my. You really do love putting me under, don't you?” She took up a long swipe of my cum on her fingers, holding it up in front of her mouth. “Want to go for another round?”

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“It's...it's just that, you said you would fuck me today. I know, Master. I know, I'm so sorry for speaking out of turn. I know, b-but...but...b-but it's been all I've needed for like, days now, and I haven't gotten to touch your cock or feel it at all. And Mallory's great, god is she ever, but it's not your cock, and please c-can't I? No? Oh...okay. No, you're right. I am just acting like an addict, aren't I? You don't like that, Master. I know. I'm sorry.”

Later in the afternoon, Lori talked to herself in the bathroom, facing the mirror. She had neglected to close the door all the way, and so I could hear her speaking at length, trying to prepare herself for my “inevitable” rejection of her offer.

As if. I'd fuck Lori seven ways from every day of the week if I had the chance. I had been busy, that was all. She checked her perfect face in the mirror, attending to her make up. Making sure her tiny tanktop pushed up her petite tits in just the perfect manner. Her cleavage, even if not substantial, was incredible. Her breasts pushed against one another just so, meeting like old friends.

She smoothed her palms down her flat stomach, over the sharp jut of her hip bones, and turned sideways to inspect herself in profile. There was nothing to her, really, except what mattered. Ribs faintly visible beneath skin so pale it looked lit from within. A waist so narrow my hands could nearly close around it. Her thighs, when she pressed them together, left a gap wide enough to slide a fist through.

I really did need to fuck her again. I'd love to hear her call me Daddy...

Minjee had left some time ago—maybe two hours after Dawn's blowjob in the office. She spent the time drinking coffee, pretending to read a book, staring wistfully at me all the while. When I looked back at her, she jerked her gaze away, suddenly finding something very interesting on the wall or in her book. It was fun, I realized, to tease her. I wondered how many girls thought it was fun to tease me like that back in school, when I had been staring wistfully, thinking that we would never be together.

Lori continued her prostrations in the mirror.

“I'll call you Big Bro. You...you are my Big Bro. I know you are. Is that good, Master? Big Bro? I want to know what to do. Anything just to please you...”

I would show her exactly how to please me, I decided.

Just as I was about to rectify the situation once and for all, though, Dawn returned. Her special assignment complete.

I knew it was complete, because Wallace Sheffield followed her in. He looked disheveled, as though Dawn had connived, cajoled, and coerced him into coming here. She better have. It's what I ordered her to do. His suit today was charcoal gray, his tie a bright blue.

“I don’t very much see what this is about,” he said.

“I told you, Wally,” she giggled. “You've got to be here. Okay? It'll all make sense soon.”

“Not a thing about this makes any sense. There's no reason at all for me to be here. But for your sake, I'll stay inside until your employees can see you. They ought to know their boss is a drunk.”

Drinking? A good excuse as any. For a rational mind like Sheffield's, an over-abundance of drink was probably much more likely than any kind of mind-altering spunk coming from the “boy” who threatened his daughter. Probably it was all a very sane progression—Dawn had overworked herself to the point of exhaustion for the Ice Festival, and now she was suffering through some kind of psychotic break.

On the counter, next to the register, as I told Dawn there would be, was a very special cup of coffee that I had prepared for Sheffield. Dawn wasn't exactly very smart anymore—probably somewhere in her brain there was some intelligence somewhere—but she absolutely could obey orders to a tee.

Though, I don't know about that—perhaps it was her vast intelligence that made her such easy prey. She had that much more mental power to completely dedicate to the absolute pleasure of making herself my total slave.

Something to think about later, when I wasn't about to trance a millionaire.

“Have some coffee, Mister Sheffield,” giggled Dawn, handing him the tainted cup. “Please, won't you?”

She pushed her tits up on one arm. He appeared to be equal parts annoyed and turned on. Who could blame him?

“If I have some, will you tell me what this is all about? Why you're dressed like some two-dollar stripper? Will you let me call an institution on your behalf?”

In her insanely tiny outfit, every motion was elaborate, and so her shrug was as well. “...yes?”

“Fine, then.”

He took a short sip. “There. Now, will...”

Slowly, he looked at the coffee. Perplexed. Even a bit scared. And then he downed the rest of it quickly as anything, not looking as if he could control himself.

After about ten seconds, his eyes turned absolutely and completely white.

It was a different sensation, owning a male. Before, all my thoughts had been centered more or less around building up a group of women to love me.

It's no secret to me that men run the world. And I'm not trying to be a dick or discount what women can do. It's just the truth of the situation is that in most places, men are the ones in positions of power—largely because they've always been in those positions of power, and have a very vested interest in that power status quo never changing.

I bring this up because it was there, watching Wallace become fully tranced with his mind ready for me to shape, that I realized for the first time how much fucking power, real power, I owned. Not just power over women, which was enough. But power over even the richest and most powerful people alive. I approached slow, sliding a hand up Dawn's ass crack. She looked at Wallace's new condition with some vague interest, but clearly was much more interested in doting and adoring me.

“Wallace.”

“Wallace,” he repeated dumbly.

I have to admit, it was a weird thing to be icked out about—letting him taste my cum—but I was, just a bit. Even so, I'd have to get over it. I had to get this under control. This entire situation had to be under my control, or no good would come of it.

Lori then approached, having watched the entire exchange between Dawn and Sheffield from her coffee counter. Her lovely little face was confused. Arms drawn up to her shoulders, questioning.

“What's happened to him?” she asked.

Muttering, Wallace repeated what she said.

“Hey,” said Lori. “What was that? Was he...what was that?”

I took her by the shoulders and took a firm hold of her. “Go back to your stand, Lori.”

“B-but--”

“Slave.” My voice was firm. “Go. Back. To. Your. Stand. And then later, we'll fuck.”

The promise of my cock in her again was too much to ignore. “Yes, Master.”

Now, back to Sheffield. He had been muttering the commands I said to Lori, not quite tranced enough to believe them already.

“Wallace, it's very important to listen to me.”

“It's important to listen to you.”

“What I have to say is critical.”

“What you have to say is critical.”

I took a breath. “You don’t want to close the shop.”

“I don’t want…”

It worked better when the girls were aroused. Dawn had re-wrapped herself around my body, kissing at my ear and neck. So, I moved her hand to Wallace's cock, over his pants.

She seemed displeased at his cock's size and shape—a disappointment which I rather enjoyed—but happy to obey my orders.

Dawn’s hand gripped with great deliberation, her fingers curling into the fabric of his slacks with the enthusiasm of someone handling a dead fish. Her whole body angled away from him even as her arm reached across, some vestigial instinct in her rewired mind still recoiling from the actual physical fact of Wallace Sheffield. She wrinkled her nose faintly, a reflex too old and too deep to be entirely scrubbed out along with everything else. It didn’t matter. Her eyes never left me. She wasn’t touching him so much as performing the touching, going through motions that some distant, obedient part of her recognized as useful to my purposes, while the rest of her—all the parts that mattered now—stayed locked on my face.

She could have been rubbing sandpaper for all the difference his body made to her.

Her heat. Her wetness. Her arousal was entirely due to obeying my will in this moment.

She was my whore. I could use her how I like.

“You don’t want to close the shop,” I said again.

“I don't want...to close the shop.” He sighed happily. Dawn's hand was rather expert at this point.

“In fact, you want to expand it.”

“In fact, I want to expand it.”

“You want to give me money.”

“I want to give you money.”

“You know I'm an extremely responsible young man.”

“I know you're an extremely responsible young man.”

“I'm more than worthy of dating your daughter.”

“You...you are...”

Even now, this gave him trouble. But I could change him. I could change anything I liked about him.

Dawn, sensing his hesitation and somehow in the dim recesses of her utterly fucked braincells, understanding the goal, altered her stroking just so. Her thumb pressed harder against the seam of his slacks, finding the rhythm that had worked so well on me only minutes before, translating it clumsily onto a body she had no interest in pleasing except as an extension of pleasing me. Her other hand slid up beneath his jacket, resting flat against his chest, patient and waiting, the posture of a woman keeping a stubborn animal calm rather than seducing a man.

Wallace’s breath hitched. His shoulders, so rigid and commanding a few minutes before, began to loosen.

“I have dated your daughter.”

“You've dated my daughter.”

“Audrey has terrific judgment.”

“Audrey has...terrific judgment.”

He struggled with that, but it sunk in.

“If Audrey wants to date me, I must be great as well.”

“If...i-if Audrey wants to date you, you must be great as well.”

“You think I'm absolutely terrific.”

“I...I think you're...”

I gestured for Dawn to increase the strokes on his cock. Her nimble hands pushed through the fabric, grabbing him firmly. His precum stained through the fabric.

“You think I'm absolutely terrific.”

His eye finally stopped bulging. “I think you're absolutely terrific.”

“You love the thought of me being with your daughter.”

“I love the thought of you being with my daughter.”

“You think she and I are a terrific match.”

“I think you and she are a terrific match.”

There. That was enough. I pulled Dawn away, her hands no longer servicing his cock. Wallace seemed to be in extreme discomfort, right on the edge of cumming. I didn't care. Let the man have some blue balls.

After that, just a few principles: he trusted me; he wanted me to have his money; he had no issues with Audrey's attraction to me. They all went down easy. After twenty minutes, he was as much my toy as anyone else I wanted to control.

Now all I had to do was make sure Audrey was attracted to me.

Wallace Sheffield left an hour later, still somewhat in a haze. Not his normal self at all. I would call him tomorrow, I decided, and put everything to the true test.

My phone buzzed. A short email from Mallory:

 

Sorry for skipping off work today. Had to sort through a lot. Sorry. See you at home tonight.

 

I love you, Master.

 

Your

Mallory

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The incident with Minjee needed me to cum more than once to get it out my head. She was so beautiful, and still very much under my control. After I ensured that she woke up from the trance without anyone coming across her dazed form, I rushed out from the back and grabbed Dawn roughly by the arm, pulling her into the office.

“Wheee!” the blonde giggled helplessly, crushing her beautiful form against mine. Her dress rode up her thighs, showing the hot skin beneath.

Not even bothering to ask her or command her, I pulled her still until she was up underneath her own desk and my pants were down to my ankles. She got the idea. Her mouth wrapped around my cock easily, happily. I could feel her body relaxing as she performed the one task beyond all others she knew she was for—pleasing the Man in her life. Her Daddy. Her God.

It took some doing just to believe that I was already hard again, right after cumming like that. But that was happening more and more lately. One of the other latent changes happening to me after so much exercising of my ability.

Power thrummed in every atom of my being. Taking Minjee like that. Corrupting Mallory and showing her exactly what I could do to the other women she saw—what I had done to her. Her arousal from it—that fucking orgasm she had—was beyond my wildest dreams. Did she truly want what I wanted? Had I been able to convince her of the glories of conquering another soul?

Or now that she had cum, would she come to her senses, like I had come to my senses after so many orgasms before? Would she leave town and hope for the best, for the brainwashing to lose its effect?

At that moment, with Dawn’s plush, hot lips wrapped around my cock, I didn’t care. I fucked forward into her face with abandon, practically squatting off the chair to gain extra leverage down her throat. She swallowed, her tight esophagus creating a hot suckling motion on the tip of my dick.

Her hands found my thighs and gripped hard, her rhinestone nails pressing small crescents into my skin through my pants fabric that had bunched at my knees. She had no hesitation, no gag reflex, no instinct left in her body that wasn’t pointed directly at my pleasure. Whatever Dawn had been before—the crossed arms, the cold stare, the speeches about patriarchy and the male gaze delivered from behind her own desk, in her own office, on her own terms—all of it was gone. Replaced with this. Her on her knees in the same spot, the same office, the same desk, and every single atom of her pointed upward at me.

I looked down at her.

Her blond hair had come loose from the neat arrangement Mallory had done for her this morning. Strands of it stuck to her flushed face. Her eyes were open and looking straight up at me, clear and blue and completely, totally empty of anything except the specific and singular desire to keep going.

There was nothing behind those eyes anymore except me. That was the truth of it, and I felt it in my spine like a current.

Dawn had been a complete person once. A full, complicated, difficult, occasionally infuriating person with opinions and a philosophy and a decade-long love affair and a business she had built from nothing. All of that had been real. All of that had mattered to her.

And now it didn’t. Now there was only this.

Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of my shaft as she pulled back slowly, and the deliberate, almost reverent quality of the motion made my jaw tighten. She wasn’t performing. She wasn’t trying to impress me. She simply had no other mode anymore. Pleasing me was not something she did—it was something she was.

I deserved that. The thought arrived clean and certain, without apology. I deserved exactly this.

Not because I had earned it in any conventional sense. Not because I had worked harder or suffered more or proved myself by any standard that the world outside this office would recognize. But because I could do this, and because I had done it, and because the universe had apparently decided that a man who could hollow out a proud, fierce, complicated woman and leave behind something this perfectly, uselessly beautiful deserved to have it.

The logic was circular. I knew that. The logic was the cum talking, probably, the same stuff that had rewritten Dawn’s every value now slowly calcifying something in me as well. But circular logic, when it feels this good, stops feeling like a flaw.

Her mouth moved down again, slow and thorough, and I felt the back of her throat accept me without resistance.

I put one hand flat on the desk above her head and just held it there. Steadying myself. The desk where she had signed checks and written manifestos and fired me, not forty-eight hours ago. The desk where she had looked at me with the contempt that only very beautiful, very certain women can produce—the kind that makes you feel like a stain on a good piece of furniture.

Now the furniture belonged to me. The desk, the office, the store, the woman kneeling under it who was no longer anything more than a living ornament. All of it arranged around me, for me, because of me.

Her cheeks hollowed on the upstroke.

I remember learning in school how Genghis Khan would show up to a city ready to burn it down if it wasn’t already capitulating. He would send heralds of his coming. That was the only chance to surrender.

Other women would have their chance from meeting me. And if they didn’t surrender on their own, like they fucking ought to, I’d take care of the rest. Because looking at what I had done to Dawn, I understood that nothing could stop me.

I didn’t know how long I would last like that—and then Celise stormed inside.

“Re-really,” Lori was protesting, grabbing at her arm, “I think he’s busy, so maybe you shouldn’t—”

“Shut up,” said Celise. Her voice was cool, even though her demeanor riveted with agitation. “I want to talk to you, asshole.”

The desk obfuscated Dawn’s activities entirely. A fan in the room, blowing on high, covered her tiny noises as she worked.

Celise wore a tight, smart navy suit. Her form was long—everything about her was long. Legs. Arms. Fingers. Neck. Torso. I wanted her. That I fucked her ex's throat right in front of her didn't help matters much.

Somehow, I managed to gain my composure. “Of course. That’s only natural. I should have expected. Please, sit down.”

“I’m not doing anything you say. I have questions for you. And Dawn, wherever she is.”

“Of course. Go right ahead.”

Dawn, oblivious, continued to suck me off beneath the desk. I hadn’t ordered her to stop, after all. At least she had the good sense to quiet down a bit. Her Master was talking, after all. I stuffed her mouth further, trying to make sure she stayed that way.

God, but Celise a truly beautiful woman. Like an Amazon poised for battle, ready to destroy anything in her way. Blood rushed to my head and my cock, thinking of her serving me.

More conqueror thoughts. Being some ancient king with her kneeling before my throne. Adorned in golden, skimpy armor—the silly kind you’d see on the covers of fantasy novels or in Japanese video games. Her cunt pulsing with heat as she imagined all the enemies she could vanquish in my name…

“I asked you a question, Victor.”

I smiled. “Sorry. What was it?”

“When did it start? With you and Dawn?”

“Not that long ago.”

“She said she loved you. She said…” I saw her turn away, her jaw tightening. “She said she had always loved you.”

“It was…” I struggled for a story, and also to hold in my joyful laughter as Dawn plunged deeper on my thick meat. “Ha. It was a surprise to me as well, I’ll tell you that. But when she laid it all out, I felt like I couldn’t do anything but go along with her. She’s…ha. Haha.” I banged the table a little bit. “She’s a firecracker.”

“This is funny to you? I’m funny to you?”

Now that I really, really had to not laugh, I had even more trouble holding it in. “Oh. Ohhh.” I shuddered slightly. Precum gushed out of me. Dawn was sliding slow, now, taking her time. “It’s not funny. Really.”

“She told me…she told me she had something to tell me about you. On Saturday. She was really concerned, it sounded like.”

I shrugged. “That seems natural, given the circumstances.”

“Why was she so…so…” Celise shook her head. “She was acting like she barely knew me. Like…a different person. The look in her eyes, when she looked at you…”

I banged my fist down again, pushing forward. Dawn’s strangled, pleasure-filled murmurs were just almost audible. “The thing to do, Detective, is to just leave all of this alone. There’s no happiness waiting for you down this road.”

Her mouth set. All I could think of was filling it until her eyes were white.

“I’m going to check this story with Dawn.”

“I’ve told her not to talk with you,” I said firmly. “I think it’s for the best. She’s rather…broken up about how it all went down. She doesn’t want to see you right now. I don’t think you ought to see her.”

She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t think I can let that stand.”

She stood up and walked back to the door. Apparently, she thought that was it. But I wouldn't let her have the last word.

“The two of us don’t care much about what you think, Detective. I’m sorry. But that’s the way it is. And you know it’s for the best.”

She stopped at the door. Fuck, but her ass was so tight in those pants. I was getting off from her former lesbian lover sucking me off, my thoughts aroused by the sight of her hot-as-hell body. Maybe I was God. There was no one to tell me I wasn’t…and if there was, I could change their minds.

“I’ve heard Dawn talk about you, you know. Before this.”

“Is that a fact?” I laughed again. So close to cumming now.

I felt untouchable. Giddy.

“She said you were nothing. A nobody. Destined for nothing.”

I leaned harder into Dawn’s mouth, pumping slightly with my hips. Just out of Celise's sight.

“A good story,” I said. “To fool you into thinking nothing was happening.”

“I guess so.”

She stepped out from the office and back into the store. I saw her shaking her head in the stacks, searching for meaning. Just as I thought I was rid of her and the trouble she represented for a while, Mallory appeared again—back from wherever it was she had gone. They stood in my door together—my would-be nemesis and my quandary-riding-slave, both ethereal in their beauty.

“Can I talk with you, Detective?”

Mallory flashed me a wink. She was so pretty, so devious, so conniving and manipulative, that I couldn’t imagine what she had in store for me.

I came down Dawn’s tight, hot bimbo throat. Her gorgeous body orgasmed beneath me, her body shuddering, covered in load after load of my cum. Tranced, eyes totally white, she licked it up automatically, taking long gobs off her fingers in an automatic reaction to its closeness. By the time my thoughts were making sense again, Mallory and Celise were gone.

It was all very clear, suddenly. What I had to do. The power was mine. It was stupid to deny it so much. I could use it at least to preserve this perfection—Dawn on her knees where she belonged, Mallory cumming as she watched me owning gorgeous women for my nefarious purposes. I could protect that. I could keep it.

“I need you to listen to me, Dawn. I have a very special assignment for you...”

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When I woke Monday morning, the apartment was empty. It was easy to believe, for a few moments, that none of it had happened. That it was all some dream. I hadn’t completely ripped apart Dawn’s life. I hadn’t enslaved Mallory or Lori. I was just Victor, again, normal guy, trying to make his way in the world.

I felt equal parts nostalgia and disgust for that life. I don’t know how it all changed or if I could ever get it back; I don’t know why I would ever want it again, even though part of me did.

The illusion broke entirely when I saw my breakfast waiting for me at the small table.

 

Master,

I told Dawn you would want her at the store. I assume that’s true. I dressed her in something acceptable, don’t worry.

 We need to talk.

 

Your

Mallory

 

 

Equal parts ominous and encouraging, that. She was still calling me “Master,” and still referring to herself as “mine.” But perhaps she wasn’t able to do anything else anymore. The “We Need To Talk” was definitely foreboding. That’s something nobody in any relationship wants to hear.

I ate breakfast and biked to the store, no idea how I was going to handle the menagerie of problems I had accumulated. Containing the bimbo fuckdoll that Dawn had become; dealing with whatever Mallory might be thinking about the evil mastermind she couldn't help but love; fucking Lori until she was calm again; sidestepping the wreckage that Celise no doubt wanted to bring into my life; and managing, somehow, the atomic bomb of shit that Sheffield wanted to drop.

And, Audrey. Fuck. Can't forget about her...no matter how hard I try, or how many other girls I fuck. I knew that somehow this all centered around her. Getting over her, maybe, or moving past her. Trying to forget that somehow I had let her unearthly beauty just slip through my grasp. Just thinking about her for even an instant made my cock jump.

At the store, my girls were already happily bustling away. Without the Festival still going on, the girls had no real need to keep dressing as hot as possible—but I hadn’t given them an order to stop. So, they dressed as hot as possible.

Mallory had dolled herself up in a tiny, pleated skirt (she knew what she did to me when she wore skirts) and a tight black tanktop that wasn’t anywhere nearly substantial enough to hold in her incredible rack. The globes of her ass were visible every time she bent forward more than ten degrees. The sides of her breasts spilled out from the top, making everything about her look eminently and immediately squeezable and—much more pressing—fuckable. Her boots, tall and dark, wrapped like tight shadows around her knees.

When I walked in to the store, she was just past the counter, arranging all the magazines. She had bent over at the hips to alphabetize the bottom row.

“Good lord,” I said slowly, admiring her red lace panties.

She shuddered at the appreciation evident in my voice and slowly stood up, smiling as she saw me.

“Good morning, Master.”

“Public, babe. Don’t—”

“It's just Lori and Dawn here, Sir. They certainly won’t mind knowing you’re my Master...considering you're their Master too.”

Lori snuck up behind me, wrapping her arms around my body. She wore, I noticed only slowly, the exact outfit that Mallory had on.

“She's right, Sir. We don't mind at all.” She slid up on my body, kissing my ear. “Will you fuck me soon, Master? Big...B-big Bro?” I could tell she still had trouble with that. But, she wanted to comply, even without being tranced to call me that special name. “I've missed your cock...”

I pushed Lori away slightly. “Yes. But, later. Okay? Master and Mallory need to talk.”

“You know best, Master.” She nodded obediently, those big green eyes fervent with her worship. “Do you like what we're wearing?”

Her tiny, hot little body twirled around. Mallory came and stood next to her, letting me look them both over.

“Mallory thought it would be best if her lil' sis dressed like her today. What do you think, Master?”

It was just one more intensely hot sight on top of the deep, submissive love that shone so clearly in their eyes.

“Is Master here?”

Dawn's voice was almost a squeal, the sort of anticipation and awe that women usually reserved for rockstars. Instead, it was for me.

She wore a tiny white minidress, slits up and down the sides showing off her skin. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Sparkly little rhinestones adorned her yellow heels. Everything about her, from her long blonde hair to her gorgeous face to her huge tits, was made for showing off. She greeted me with a long, hot sizzling kiss.

“I'm so happy to see you, Master. Can I suck you off right away?” She turned to the other girls. “Would you two like to watch?”

Lori nodded, eyes wide. I think she started to pant. Mallory, though, tugged at my arm. It took me a moment to look away from Dawn's body in that dress.

“I'd like to talk to you? Please?”

I nodded. “Sure. In the back?”

“Ohhh,” said Lori. “Is this about the--”

“Hush, sis.”

Lori clammed up immediately.

Dawn clasped her hands together. She wore lace gloves with little frills. “Is there anything I can do, Sir?” she breathed.

Her tits nearly popped out of her tiny outfit. God, but I wanted to fuck her again already. Her tinified little mind so perfectly suited now for obeying my will, and my will alone…

Nope. Not the time. “Just…keep helping out customers. Tell Lori I want her at the counter. All right?”

Dawn giggled, a flush of impending orgasm filling her from hearing my multiple commands. “Of course, Sir. Anything you say.”

Curious, I followed Mallory to the back, next to the bathrooms.

“Is that Dawn's dress?”

“Mine. It's a little small on her.”

“I hadn't noticed...”

Her smile was flirty and challenging. “God, you're a terrible liar.”

The storage area was in the back, where we kept spare books and all sorts of office equipment. Mallory stopped me, putting a hand on my chest. Her face suddenly became very serious.

“Hey, do you remember how you had a date with that hot Asian girl?”

“Oh, shit.”

Shit. Shit.

God, my one chance with Minjee, who I had lusted after longer than even Audrey, and I blew it entirely. I slept through the date, oh my god. I couldn't believe my bad behavior. Minjee was thoroughly gorgeous. A statuesque Asian whose cheekbones were so severely hot I felt I could fuck them all by themselves. Every part of her was like a sexual organ.

Though, no. You know what? That was for the best. It was clear that I couldn’t be around any sort of beautiful woman without exerting every possible ounce of my control over them. So, the better for me. The better for her.

“Don’t worry.” Mallory giggled and smiled. “I took care of it.”

“What do you mean, you took care of it?”

“I saw the vials of cum in the fridge this morning as I was making breakfast. I took one. I wanted to…experiment.”

She bit her lip, looking naughty. Looking fucking hot.

When I told her what the truth was last night, some parts of my restrictions on seeing the cum in the fridge must have faded away. At least, that was the only explanation I could think of.

“She came here to yell at you. And so I offered her some coffee.”

I could already see where this was going. “You didn’t…”

“I did. And now she’s in the back. Waiting for you, Master.”

“Fuck.” I put my head in my hands.

The last thing I wanted now was more slaves. I knew I had gone overboard with Dawn. Hell, I knew I had gone overboard with Mallory and Lori. And if I needed any proof of that, then here it was. Mallory basically kidnapping Minjee for my amusement.

“I want to see it.” Her eyes were crazed. Warm. “I want to see what you did to me. Lori. Dawn. I want to see it for myself.”

“God, Mallory, I’m really so—”

“No.” She put a finger to my mouth. “This isn’t about apologies. I don’t want to hear that. I want to…” Her countenance melted somewhat. “I want to see it. That’s all. Show me.”

I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice. It was possible, I suppose, that I could have ordered her around some. Tried to turn her on so much from obeying me that she got too aroused to do anything but fuck.

But then I’d have to trance her again. And I wasn’t sure I could do that. And if I didn’t, then she’d just ask for this again.

“Fine.”

She had placed Minjee behind a tall stack of unsold mysteries. Hidden, just in case anyone unsupervised tried to walk back here. Minjee stood underneath a small caged light, hands at her side, blankly looking forward. Her eyes were white. Totally white. She wore a tiny pale tan dress, sleeveless, with dark green tights on her long legs.

“How much did you give her?” I whispered to Mallory.

She shrugged. “Like…two vials, I think? Some spilled out. I had to work not to swallow it down. I love the taste of your cum.”

Glassy stare, shudder of pleasure.

“Fuck,” she said, noticing what had happened. “God, it’s like an itch now. Every time that happens. It’s like ignoring an itch to remember that you’ve done it. It’s so much nicer, so much easier to just…just accept and…”

Alarms rang in my head. I didn’t want her to over-contemplate this. That seemed like a bad episode of a soap opera show waiting to happen—with my beautiful, eager girlfriend suddenly having some split personality that hated me as much as the other half loved me.

I kissed her forward, pulling her tiny waist against my body. “Why don’t I show you what you wanted to see?”

“Yes, Master. Please.”

I turned to Minjee. Stroked her face slightly. She shuddered—and I did too.

Okay, that was as far as it was going to go, I thought. I'm not going to indulge in this. Just really baseline stuff. Easily reversible. Easily changeable.

“Minjee,” I said slowly.

“Minjee.”

She smiled warmly.

“You’re not mad at me for missing our date.”

“I’m...*not...*mad at you for missing the date.”

“You know my time is important.”

“I know your time is important.”

“I am important.”

“You are important.”

“I am important to you.”

“You are important…”

Her lovely, pert lips struggled. I touched her face again, unable to stop myself, stroking softly. She cooed unconsciously into my hand. Right away, Mallory got the idea. Unbidden, she moved her hands to Minjee’s petite breasts, touching her there, sending spikes of pleasure through her slender, statuesque body. I thought of telling her to stop, but that would mean ordering Mallory around. I was stuck between protecting Minjee and protecting Mallory…and I chose Mallory.

“I am important to you,” I said again.

“You are important…” she sighed happily. “To me.”

“You trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“You’re happy to be my friend.”

“I’m happy to be your friend.”

Mallory shifted, her eyes flashing at me. I knew that look. Go further. She would have the same flash when she wanted me to do something rough in bed with her or Lori. To wrap my hands around her throat, to slap her ass while she called me her Big Bro.

“You’re happy to be close to me.”

“I’m happy to be close to you.”

“You’re excited about me.”

“I’m excited about you.”

Letting out a small sound of frustration, Mallory pulled away from her and slid between my body and hers. She kissed at my chin. Trying to turn me on.

“You’re not doing it right, Master” said Mallory. “I know you’re not. You’re holding back. Make her want you, Sir. I want to see it. I want to see what you’ve done.”

Her hand went to my crotch, stroking intently. Giving me a soft, urgent handjob over my pants.

Fuck. I couldn’t…I couldn’t turn her down. I wanted it myself, and now here was Mallory, the only thing even remotely providing any resistance, and she was urging me on to go even further. Mallory moved to one side, her hand still dedicated on my cock.

“You find me incredibly attractive.”

“I find you incredibly attractive.”

“You…oh.”

Mallory unbuckled my pants and wrapped her hand around my cock proper. Her strokes were soft, insistent, and perfectly made for my hardness. Her lips brushed against my ear.

“Take her in deep, Sir,” she whispered, snuggling in close. “Deep. I want to see it. I want to see what you do.”

With her other hand, Mallory started to finger her own cunt through the tiny red lace of her panties.

Jesus God in heaven.

With shivering fingers, I brushed Minjee's beautiful, sculpted face again. Those cheekbones. “You want to be my girlfriend.”

“I want…I want…”

I put Minjee’s hand up under her slender dress, past her tights, and onto her clit. It was easy to start a few circling motions. She picked it up easy after that, stroking her delicate femininity as I spoke.

“You want to be my girlfriend.”

“I want…to be…your girlfriend.”

The sight of her face, yearning so much and yet with her eyes whited out with my power, was unstoppably arousing.

“You want me more than anything.”

“I want you more than anything.”

“You want to be my lover.”

Mallory's strokes more urgent now. She liked that. I could feel her hips bucking against mine, so close to cumming as she watched my control.

“I want to be your lover.”

“But you know it’s not meant to be.”

A flash of confusion. “I know…it’s not meant to be.”

Somehow, in the midst of the brilliant handjob Mallory dealt out, I had to both convince Mallory that I was truly trying to control Minjee, but also not end this trance session with yet another fuckhappy sex slave to take care of. So far, damage control was not my high point—and I was wary of trying to do any more than I had to do already.

“You know I’m forbidden to you.”

Minjee's voice became excited. “I know I’m forbidden to you.”

Mallory looked at me strangely.

“Trust me,” I whispered in her ear. She shivered and nodded. That command was completely thorough to her being, now, after so many days of inductions.

Back to Minjee. “You know that propriety forbids our pairing.”

Her mouth fell open slightly. The inner-workings of her mind understood now. She was being placed inside of a Victorian novel. The very sort of story she had centered her life around analyzing for her graduate degree.

Devious? I suppose so. But effective.

As was Mallory's stroking on my thick, fully hard cock. I was closer and closer to exploding.

“I know that propriety forbids our pairing.”

“You know that you can’t betray the status of either of our houses.”

“I know I can’t betray the status of either of our houses.”

Mallory jerked me faster and faster. I couldn’t keep it all in. It felt too good.

“Our love is…f-forbidden!” I groaned, cumming hard from Mallory’s stroking.

“Our love is forbidden!”

Mallory leaned against me, cumming herself from watching me spill out onto the ground. She moaned in my ear, frantic and hot, “You can do it anyone. You can do it to anyone. My Big Brother can have all the girls. All the girls!”

Both of us calmed down over the next few minutes, kissing and holding each other tight.

Minjee still had a little trance left in her, so I went over a bastardized version of my Four Commandments—Trust, Attraction, Loving my Presence (as opposed to Cock), and easy compliance to my suggestions and thoughts (as opposed to outright gleeful obedience to my will).

Slowly, the trance wore off from Minjee. I zipped my pants back up and led her near to the door, next to the bathroom. She could think, perhaps, that she had just been in there washing up and zoned out.

When I walked back to Mallory, she still examined my cum on the floor, transfixed by the thick puddle.

“Okay,” said Mallory finally. “Okay.” She took a breath, forcibly turning away from the puddle of cum on the floor. “Now I know what you do.”

And then, no doubt summoning every ounce of will she had, she left me alone with Minjee.

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Almost, I had fallen down in the bed to go to sleep—and then came booming knocks, thundering at the door. I expected the worst. Celise, backed up by a cadre of SWAT team members with automatic rifles. At that particular point, I felt like I deserved their bullets. When absolute power corrupts absolutely, it also corrupts your ability to rationalize if you've got a moral bone in your body. At that point, I still had one or two.

Instead, though, surprisingly, it was Wallace Sheffield. He was as large as ever, a small umbrella under one hand like a cane. His suit was tailored and blue, and a small gold chain stretched outward from one suit pocket.

“You live in a wretched little place. Did you actually convince my daughter to join you here?”

I suppose we were past the point of “hello”s at that point. Fair enough.

“Usually, we met at her place.”

Not, I thought bitterly, that anything ever happened there. I had been inside Audrey's luxury condo only once—and even then, for less than two minutes while she finished getting ready. The entirety of our dating life really took place in parks, museums, and at the bookstore. It seemed fun enough at the time, but looking back I could see how empty and lacking in intimacy it was. Especially with what I had now. But when you've never been with a girl before, just hanging out around a true beauty like Audrey seems like a religious experience.

“Do you know,” said Sheffield, pointing to the window down the hall, “there was a boy down that street taken up and thrown into the jail not long ago.”

“Is that right?”

“Oh yes. He tried to steal my cell phone.” He held out the phone, a display prop. “Newest model in its class. Ithingzit whatever. 7G, something like that. I can’t be bothered to keep up. Cost me nothing, of course. Would have cost me nothing to lose it. But it’s the principle, you understand? I let the boy take it. And then I called the cops. Later that night, they found him. Arrested him. Promising boy, apparently. Bright future. A football player for the West Side Chargers. You know them?”

“It’s a high school team.”

“That’s right. He had been talking with scouts. This is what the police told me. He had been talking with scouts when they found him. Lots of noise about him on the internet. College hopeful. University hopeful. A future professional player, worth millions. A bright boy. A promising boy. Fell in with the wrong crowd, and stole the phone to impress them. Isn’t that silly? All for pride.”

“Why are you telling me this? Why are you here?”

He didn't mind my questions. “I had them throw the book at the boy, of course. Teach him a lesson. Principle, as I said. It’s very important, principle. Or principles. I suppose a man can’t have too many, unless they begin to converge on one other. Conflate. You can’t have principles that transpose. They must stand independent, like buildings in a city. Clear paths to each. No broken stairwells of logic inside. You understand?”

“No.”

He looked at me and frowned. Disappointed. His analogy, whatever it was, was quite clear to him. He leaned forward on his umbrella.

“I spoke with my daughter recently.”

“Okay.” Suddenly, I very much didn’t like where this was going.

“She said she spoke with you.”

“That’s right.”

“I thought you and I had come to an understanding about such matters. You and her talking.”

“She came to me, man. Don’t get pissy because I was just there. She came to my work.”

“And yet you carried on with a conversation with her. One that she left away from feeling rather threatened, as I understand it. Does that bother you—my understanding?”

I shifted. “No.”

“It should. My understanding puts people in jail. People like you. Bright boys. Promising boys. I tossed a child into jail because he stole a replaceable phone from me, Victor. What do you think I’m going to do with you now that you’ve threatened my daughter?”

Well. Shit.

I tried my best not to gulp. Instead, I smiled.

“Look. If she felt threatened, I apologize. That’s not what I intended. I’d be happy to apologize—”

“Yes. Apologize. And quickly. Thoroughly. That will be the one thing that might save you from a jail cell. Or failing that, enough litigation to drown you in debt for the rest of your life. Do it well enough that she tells me about it. That place you work,” he referred clearly to the bookstore, disdain evident, “is done for. No more money. Not from me. And all the power I wield will thrown at it. Inspectors will find faults, day after day, do you understand? I know all of them. That is the beginning of your punishment. I make the calls on the morrow. Fair warning.”

 

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After Sheffield left, I collapsed into bed. Dreams, or nightmares really, of all the cum-stained faces I had left in my wake flooded every image my brain supplied.

Even so, I slept. I overslept. I was exhausted from the night’s activities and all the bustle from the Festival in the days prior. I was exhausted from fucking for hours at a time, from filling up Dawn’s body and mind with everything I had ever wanted to give her, from spilling out the truth about the entire dirty situation to Mallory. I was exhausted from the fear of what I had done to the book store that I tried so desperately to save, and I was exhausted from trying to brainstorm some new solution to fix everything once again.

I. Was. Tired.

I slept until late into Sunday evening and found my phone blown up with texts.

A sampling from Lori:

8:20 AM - I  need you. I love you. Can't stop fingering myself thinking about you.

9:34 AM - When do we fuck? I need your cock in my cunt.

11:40 AM - Please come fill me up?

12:00 PM - Master. I should have been calling you Master. That's what Mallory calls you. And Big Bro.

1:30 PM – I promise I'm not doing any drugs, Master. I promise, Master. I'm not an addict anymore. I'm not. You saved me, Master.

2:20 PM - Please come fuck me, Big Bro?

3:39 PM - Am I in trouble, Master? Did I make you mad? I'm so sorry, Master.

5:08 PM - I just need your cock so fucking bad, Sir. I love you, Master.

8:15 PM – Please tell me I'm good, Master?

And so on. A lot more than that—all more frequent and urgent. And then from Mallory:

10:42 AM – I told Dawn Master told me to keep her happy and calm, like you said. She asked if she could lick my pussy. That would make her happy and calmest.

11:36 AM – Holy fuck. Mid-thirties lesbian with decades of pussy licking experience.Ughhh.

1:04 PM – I am so fucking pissed at you.

1:06 PM – God I fucking love you.

2:24 PM – I take it back. I think I love Dawn's tongue more than I love you.

2:24 PM – Kidding. But you know that. You know I can't love anyone more than you. You made it that way. Fuck why is that so hott???? I need Dawn's tongue again.

4:18 PM – I know you're exhausted, but I want you to snuggle me and tell me everything will be okay.

7:22 PM – We need to talk so bad. Seriously.

9:30 PM – Dawn loves loves loves licking my pussy. Fifth time today.

Who knew that having a mind-controlled harem would require so much upkeep? As entertaining as it was to have a cadre of women unable to resist your desires, I still very much needed them to be able to take care of themselves as well.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, and let the images take me.

Mallory on her back. Dawn’s mouth between her thighs. That long blond hair spilling across Mallory’s stomach, tickling that sculpted core she worked so hard on—for me, always for me.

Mallory’s fingers tangling in those golden locks, pushing Dawn deeper, harder. Both of them moaning. Both of them desperate.
And the thing that made my cock twitch even now, even drained and exhausted as I was—neither of them could finish. Not without me. Not without thinking of me.

Dawn, a woman who had spent her entire life worshipping women, who had never once wanted a man, now grinding her hips against the mattress and whimpering my name into Mallory’s wet cunt. Her tongue moving with all that decades-deep skill and all of it pointed at me. Every flick and press and long slow drag of it dedicated to the thought of my cock. Her entire sexuality, rewired from the ground up, running on one frequency.

Mallory arching up off the bed, her massive tits swaying, her mouth open and making sounds that she only made for me. Gasping my name. Big Bro. Master. Victor. All of it the same word in her mouth, all of it meaning the same single thing.

Only my cock makes them cum. Only me. They lick and kiss for hours—all day, from what Mallory has texted me—and each and every time these two absolute knockouts orgasm, it’s for one fucking reason—me.

It’s hard not to feel like a living god. I don’t want to try to feel like anything else. I do own their minds. I want to fuck them up more. I deserve their submission, their orgasms, their endless lust, their obedience, their bodies, their wombs, and their beauty.

The image of Mallory’s hand fisting in Dawn’s blond hair, both of them saying my name, my name, only my name, kept my cock hard and my chest tight with the kind of pride that has no reasonable ceiling.

I could go over there right now. Mallory’s apartment was close enough.

I didn’t move.

My body refused. Every muscle in my back and thighs and arms had been pushed past what any normal man could sustain. Six hours of fucking Dawn. The Festival. Sheffield at my door. The whole cascading disaster of the past several days had compacted itself into my bones like concrete setting in a mold.

I was hard and I was done. Both things, simultaneously. Such was the life of a god who still needed sleep.

I put the phone face-down on the nightstand and closed my eyes, trying to think before I passed out.

In the darkness of my apartment, my schedule was all screwed up. I was refreshed now, to an extent, but I had to be at work in the morning. Not that I really had to work now—with me basically owning the place, according to the actual owner, and with the store's shutdown imminent as well. But work was where I would start taking steps to resolve everyone's issues.

I knew that if I wanted, I could have Lori over in a heartbeat and solve all her problems with a heavy dose of fucking and cum. But I knew also that the chances that I would control myself—that I would stop from fucking her head even more completely—were rather remote.

I texted Lori back immediately, telling her everything was fine. She was a perfect slave—she was lovely and beautiful and wonderful. She pleased me greatly. I apologized for being silent, and told her we would fuck, for certain, tomorrow.

A fountain of emojis later, she seemed rather pleased with the news.

I didn't know what exactly to say to Mallory. There was nothing else to say that wouldn’t result in her begging me—convincing me, probably—to come over and “talk.” So I stayed silent and wandered off back to bed, struggling not to call both of them and fuck them until they were competing to see who could get the most pregnant.

To occupy my mind, I watched the TV—but it was all romantic comedies and sitcoms on. Lesser men than I complaining and whining about the women who didn't want them. I knew I could fuck and own every last woman I saw on the screen, and have them give up their fortunes for another round with my cock. So, that was too much. I pulled out a book instead, and barely read two pages before thankfully, finally, falling to sleep again. This time, I dreamt of nothing.

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On her knees in front of me was Dawn. My beautiful, dead-sexy boss—or maybe now she was my old boss, since I had made her believe that giving her business to me was the best option for her bimbofied, simple little mind.

We were in my small kitchen. Dawn had begged to suck me off the second we walked through the door, and that was the nearest place for it. The linoleum was wet with puddles of my cum that had dripped down from her face and tits. Her hot, liquid arousal intermingled with my juices on the floor. Nearby was a small table I had one arm on for support, but really, I didn’t need the help. I felt stronger than I ever had in my life.

Naked, with hot fuck-me heels on her feet, Dawn looked beautiful as always. Her hair was golden and long, stretching down to the middle of her back. I ran a hand through it, staring at her blank white eyes with lust. I could say anything right now. Anything at all, and she would believe it. She would believe so hard that, if I wanted, I could make her forget that she ever believed anything contrary.

Her beautiful, model-worthy face was sticky with my cum. I used a finger and slid it around, letting her suck it in. Over the past six hours or so, she had taken in more of my hypnotic spunk than almost anyone else, and she kept taking more.

Whatever was happening to me—to give my cum so much power over women, to make them believe anything I said after they took it in their bodies—it was also making my loads heavier and more frequent. Even though I had drained my balls into Dawn’s beautiful formerly lesbian body for hours now, I was no worse for the wear, and ready to go another six hours of hot, intense, furiously breeding-centric fucking and cumming.

Oh yes, I wanted to breed her. I was in love with the idea. Mad with it. I wanted to fill her up with my cum. There’s something about the feeling of being superhuman that makes you want to spread your seed around—to create more and more of your progeny wherever you go. Just ask Dracula.

“You’re in love with being my breeding bitch.”

“I’m in love with being your breeding bitch, Master.”

I smiled roughly, wrapping and re-wrapping my hands in her sexy, long, soft hair.

At this point, I was just playing with her body and her mind. None of it was really necessary anymore. I’d rearranged her life completely. Just an hour before, we arrived at my small apartment after I forced Dawn to break all ties with her old lover, Celise. The beautiful dark-skinned detective had no idea what to make of it all—she and Dawn had been loving partners for a decade or more. And then one night, everything changed. Thanks to me.

It was Celise’s shock that saved me. Otherwise, she might have shot me and Dawn both in her grief. As it was, she merely collapsed into the kitchen, spreading out on the floor and crying.

A part of me wanted to give Celise some of my cum, right then and there. My heart went out to her, after all. She was so sad, and I could have made her feel amazing. I could have had her thanking me for doing this to her. The heady thought of that nearly won me over—but enough was enough. I took the giggling, fuck-happy Dawn home with me, hoping perhaps to trance some sense back into her and think some morality back into myself.

And yet here we were—with Dawn on her knees, just having finished off another dense, sticky load of my cum down her throat.

“You love looking hot for me.”

“I love looking hot for you, Master.”

I don’t know that I’d ever wanted to fuck someone quite so badly as I wanted to fuck Dawn.

With Mallory, it was all different. She was like my girlfriend—and our initial sexual contact had been entirely her idea. And with Lori, the shift had occurred so gradually, and in the midst of me having constant fuck-sessions with Mallory, that I forgot in some ways to even feel amazed that she wanted me.

But with Dawn…with Dawn. Oh god, with Dawn.

Her lesbian cunt had been completely untouched by cock before she had mine. Her body never once tasting a man’s sperm. Never once feeling that hot spray of masculinity on her luscious curves. Never feeling a man’s hands slide through her hair, wanting her totally. Loving her for the way she gave up everything to him. No, that honor was mine and mine alone. All mine.

“You’re mine,” I growled. “All mine.”

“All yours, Master.”

Forever, if I wanted it that way.

She was my bimbo slave now. All thoughts of being superior or even equal to men gone. Her entire life as a woman’s rights activist totally annihilated under the fury of my mind-shaping cum. And god help me, but it turned me on to make that happen.

Some part of me said, “Don’t worry. You can change her back whenever you like.”

But a more severe part of me, a more honest part, knew that if I changed her at all it would only be to increase her transformation. How far would I push her? How far could my cum take her?

In the lusty madness of the night, I saw no real reason not to keep trying to find out.

“You are my bimbo slave.”

“I’m your bimbo slave.”

“You know men are superior to women.”

“I know men are superior to women.”

“I’m your Master. Your Daddy. Your God.”

“You’re my Master. My Daddy. My God.”

All of this had been established long ago. It was just hot to see her snooty, superior self taken down to this degree. Completely under my male control. I felt justified, primal. I felt like I was re-establishing the order of how things should be between me and her.

The more I owned Dawn, the more I understood the truth of the world. Beautiful women like her weren’t meant to be equals. They weren’t meant to be activists or leaders or even independent thinkers. They were meant to be owned by me. Meant to be worshipped and worshipping in return. Meant to kneel and serve and exist solely for the pleasure of a man who knew how to take what was rightfully his.

My pleasure.

Feminism had always been a lie—a fragile, desperate attempt to deny the natural order. Something to occupy the women who didn’t exist in my orbit.

Hot women like Dawn, with their perfect bodies and sharp minds, were never meant to fight against men. They were meant to be claimed, shaped, and used. Their beauty wasn’t something to be respected or admired from a distance. It was something to be possessed, to be bent to my will, to be molded into whatever I desired.

Her intelligence, once a weapon against men like me, was now a tool for my pleasure. She could still think—just not for herself. Every thought she had was filtered through me, through my desires, through my commands. She could still speak, but only to praise me, to beg for me, to tell me how much she needed me. She could still move, but only to serve me, to pleasure me, to make herself more beautiful for me.

The idea that she had ever been anything but mine was laughable. She had been mine from the moment I first saw her, even if she hadn’t known it yet.

And the bit about being her Daddy…I couldn’t help myself even there. The incestuous implications of my relationship with Mallory—even though we weren’t related at all—were too hot not to keep deepening with my other pets.

Mallory’s deep issues with her family had allowed me to, accidentally, take advantage of one of her most serious kinks—that being, sexual attraction to family members. Now, Mallory thought of me as her Master, but also her big brother, and herself as my slave and little sister. She loved it. I couldn’t help but try it out with Dawn as well.

“You love me.”

She stared up at me with worship. “I love you, Master”

“Baby?”

A door clicked shut. Mallory was home.

Fuck. She wasn’t supposed to get done with Lori until morning. I had ordered her in person, and then later in a text, to lick Lori's pussy all night long—still remembering, of course, to tell her to do her morning duties and to come make me breakfast. But…

Man. It was morning. Thin strands of early morning light struggled through the closed shades. I had closed them, of course, to prevent anyone from seeing what I was doing. Shadows crept up along the walls of my apartment. There was nowhere to hide in the kitchen. Not even a blanket or a towel or something to cover the eerily arousing, whited-over look of Dawn’s eyes.

“Master?”

“Baby…Master…?” Dawn echoed softly.

Shit. Shit. I rushed to the door to try and intercept Mallory before she walked into the kitchen…but too late. My gorgeous girlfriend-turned-loveslave-turned-little sister-turned-even-more-intense-loveslave flipped the lights. She could see everything.

“Is that…is that…”

An incredulous, aroused smile arrived on her face. “Is that Dawn? Holy shit, Master…”

Mallory had apparently gone to the 24-hour gym before arriving here and after fucking Lori’s brains out. I had little doubt about the latter—I had ordered her to do it, after all.

She wore flashy red sneakers and tall white kneesocks. Thick, beautiful dark hair done up in a gorgeous, long pony tail. Her cloth shorts clung to the sculpted ass that she worked so hard to keep in perfect condition, just for me, and her beautiful, massive tits were displayed incredibly by her teensy blue sports bra. She told me that she liked to go to the gym early and fuck with everyone’s day—to let the guys know who they would never fuck, and the girls know who they ought to look like. Her advantage, she said, was that all she cared about was pleasing one Man…and that singularity of purpose allowed her to make all the sacrifices she needed to keep her already tip-top body in amazing order.

“Is it Dawn?” Dawn’s voice still so soft and heavy with arousal, repeating Mallory. “Holy shit Master.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with her?”

Mallory walked up to Dawn, snapping her fingers. No response.

“Dawn, are you okay?”

“Mmmhmm.” She licked her lips.

“Why are her eyes all white like that?”

I grabbed Mallory and roughly escorted her out of the room, trying to ignore Dawn’s soft chants of repetition. The situation was untenable, and no matter what, I didn’t want to fill Dawn’s head with our discord.

Mallory was laughing at the proceedings, turning to try and get a good look at Dawn still. But I took us to the bedroom and shut the door.

“Master, you know I love the rough stuff, but why can’t we invite Dawn?” She laughed. “You two are roleplaying or something, right? Like with hypnosis? Did you get her high or drunk or something?” She frowned. “No. You don’t like drugs. Lori told me so. So…what…”

Mallory looked at me now with an intensely curious, almost scared expression. She tried to walk past me, back into the kitchen. I grabbed her again.

“I would like to see her again, Master.”

“No. That’s not going to happen.”

“You’re acting really weird, V—” she stuttered, clearly distressed. “Master, I mean. Don’t you trust me? What’s happening?”

“I can’t…”

I sat down on the bed. Immediately, she slid up on my knees before me, her perfect body crushing against mine. Worried that she had distressed me. God, she was so slender and perfect. I wanted to fuck her rotten right there on the carpet. I was still naked, and my hard-on oozed precum right in front of Mallory’s face. The slow spurting and sliding of sticky, gooey liquid seemed to calm her. She licked her lips, staring at it.

“What if I...sucked you. We can just...forget about...anything...”

With her this distracted, I felt like I could reveal everything. I don’t know why. I could have just as easily have fucked her thoughts away like I had before. I could have made her forget the entire incident. But something—I thought it was my sense of morality at the time—made me tell her the truth.

“I’m controlling her.”

“Of course you are. You’re such a man…”

Her eyes shone, staring at my cock. The precum was too distracting, and she had already been tranced into believing that she loved the thought of me fucking other women—hell, of even seducing women for me. I ripped a sheet from the bed and wiped it away, shuddering slightly. Boundlessly energetic or not, my cockhead was extremely sensitive these days. Then, I held Mallory’s face in my hands, looking at her sternly.

“Listen to me, Sis. I need my baby girl’s attention.”

I knew calling her that, my “little sis,” would really set her on edge. I wasn’t quite so sure about “baby girl,” but it seemed to do the trick.

The thought crossed my mind suddenly that if she had a huge, hard kink for being my little sister, then being my daughter would probably set her off just as much…but I pushed that away. Another time. Maybe.

“Yes, Big Bro. Anything you say.”

“I control Dawn. I control her completely. My cum controls her.”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t it? You’re such a man. You’re—”

“No. Listen. I own her body. Her mind. Her soul. It all belongs to me. My cum is…it’s powerful, somehow. Hypnotic. The women who take it in—taste it, feel it in their pussies, whatever. They go into a trance. And while they’re in that trance, I can tell them anything I want, and they’ll believe it.”

She sat back, her head tilting like a dog trying to figure out the dogs it heard on a television. She looked at my cock, and then back at me.

“Control them. Women. With your…cum…”

Her hand went up to her tits, tweaking a nipple. I could see the soft glistening of arousal developing down her thighs, pushing through the cloth of her tiny shorts.

“Oh wow, that’s…that’s so wrong. And it’s…it’s pretty hot, wow…”

She pushed back further now, looking at my cock and naked body with equal parts desire and fear.

“You could make her...make her…make her suck your cock? Oh god, you already did. You already did, and...that's so perfect and...” She shook her head. “Fuck! No. I can’t believe I said that. But fuck, fuck!” A long, irritated and aroused growl emanated from her. “I’m fucking…fucking pissed and turned on and…”

Her eyes went wide suddenly. I knew, right then, she had caught on.

“You did that. To me. Didn’t you?”

I loved her so much. All I wanted was for her to be happy, and to be with me.

“And…and all those thoughts I have about you as my big brother, my Master…oh fuck.” Instantly, a hot, happy flush crept up from her breasts. “God, you made me…made me…”

Imagine the state she’s in. Trained exclusively to trust me, to want me, to adore me. And yet, sensing somewhere out there in the periphery of her consciousness some kind of betrayal. But all those hot, needy feelings I gave her also trap her. Also hide her from the truth.

I wanted to come clean—to let her know that yes, I had made her want me completely. I had been responsible for her calling me her big brother, even though that was what I did to try and rectify the situation. But even as I did, what would happen to her mind? It was such a fragile thing, as I well knew. So receptive to my commands. Would she be able to take new orders if she knew where they came from?

“You…did all this? To me? Do I want…” she was breathing hard, face manic. She was smiling and biting her lips and widening her eyes and grabbing at her tits and the rest of her body. “Oh god, Master, Big Bro…Victor…”

Body shaking, face continuing to contort with every manner of strange horrible thought. I knew that some vicious battle was going on in her head. I had to stop it; I had to make her feel good again. I felt such possession of her. Over the past week, I had practically owned every feeling Mallory had. Now that she had negative feelings—sadness, dismay, confusion—all I wanted was to protect her from them.

“Shh,” I said slowly, taking her against me once again. My cock was wet with precum, still, and it slid across her cheek slow. The sensation made her shudder and then calm. “Trust me, okay? You can trust me, love.”

“I...yes, Sir.”

She gulped. Her breathing started to slow. For nearly two minutes, she clung to my body, just breathing and thinking.

“I know you think I’m a bastard right now. Evil. I don’t know what to tell you. I only found out about this when you sucked me off for the first time. And since then…” I shrugged. “It went straight to my head. I had never fucked anyone, let alone someone as gorgeous as you.”

She flushed furiously, simpering and smiling.

I know that inside, she was beaming bright. My Big Bro Master thinks I’m gorgeous!

“And it all just…got out of control. I can’t…justify it, Mallory. You’re all so fucking beautiful. You. Dawn. Lori. I couldn’t…I couldn’t help myself.”

She sighed against my leg. Lightly licking at the precum that had been spread around. “You are a bastard. And you are evil. But I’m fucking in love with you and I can’t bring myself to care. Much.”

“Wow.”

“Right? It doesn’t…it doesn’t even matter that you made me feel this way. And maybe you even made it not matter, what do I know? All I know is that it feels fucking fantastic to obey you and I can’t…I can’t fight it. I don’t...” she breathed hard. “I don't think I even want to. God, I don't know. That seems wrong. I'll want to talk more about this, I think.”

This sudden emotional outpouring exhausted me even more than fucking Dawn all night had. I could hear her in the kitchen, now, calling out for me.

“Master?”  She giggled softly. “May I please you, please?”

“She's awake,” said Mallory. “Out of...your trance.”

“Yes. I need you to take care of her.”

“What? Come on, Master. What if—”

“The shop is closed today. It's Sunday. So take care of her until tomorrow. Take her back to your place. Sleep with her, whatever. Just keep her calm and under control. This can't go any further anymore.”

Now that the truth was out there for Mallory to know it, I couldn’t take advantage anymore. Just by saying a thing, you let yourself look at it. The words enter the draft of the world, and sometimes you can’t do anything to revise them to your liking.

“Just, take care of Dawn. Keep her calm and happy. Tell her I’m happy with her. Tell her you operate with my full authority. She’ll like that. We’ll talk more later, okay? I’m exhausted.”

Obediently, Mallory nodded. But we were far from done with this.

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Following her through the streets was the most harrowing experience of my life. I never considered before how easy it was to see who I was. I hid in the crowd where I could, and behind buildings. But I knew where Dawn lived. It would have been easy to go straight there, but what if she took a drink before she got there? She'd be tranced in the street, taken advantage of by anyone smart enough to see the glassy look on her face.

Somehow, miraculously, she didn't see me. Focused on the cold and getting out of it. God, but she was beautiful. Bundled up in her faux-fur trimmed coat, her red scarf trailing out behind her. Her long blond hair like a scarf itself, golden in the dim light of the street lamps.

Finally, she took a drink just as she entered her house. I slipped my toe into the crack before the door closed and locked. After a moment, I heard a small thunk. Just like Lori, like Mallory, the second she tasted my cum she drained the cup. The cup rolled down on the ground.

I entered after her and turned on the small lamp on the desk in front of the entry. Then I locked the door. Her and Celise's house was small but cozy. Lots of artwork on the walls. I led Dawn into the small living room, across from a piano with a cushioned bench. The floors were carpeted thickly.

“Dawn.”

“Dawn,” she said back slowly, warmly.

I slid my hands through her hair, over her lips, on her luscious cheekbones. She was mine. Totally mine. I could do anything at all with her.

I needed her to be in my total, complete control. No questions. No second-guessing. No worries. I needed her to live and breath for me, and only me.

I popped open the caps of all five cum vials I had left in my cooler, and let the thick, gooey contents slide into her mouth.

The effect was immediate and intoxicating.

Her hips began slowly to convulse, as if she was dancing. Placing a finger against her crotch, I could feel the physical heat pouring from her cunt. The vibrations as it trembled again and again in orgasm. Good.

“Touch your pussy. Now. Erotically.”

“Yes.”

She obeyed, sliding her skirt and tights down, and pushing her fingers into her clit. Her face, beautiful and slack, tilted upward in pure obedience. Her blond hair, mussed from the cold and from the slow trance overtaking her, fell loose around her shoulders. Her fingers worked in slow, methodical circles around her clit, the way someone who had touched themselves a thousand times before knew exactly how to do it. Two fingers, the middle and ring, pressed flat against the small pink bud, rubbing in tight little circles that made her breath hitch and her hips roll forward into her own hand. Her other hand pushed lower, two more fingers sliding into her wet entrance. She moaned, obviously close to orgasm as she stared vapidly ahead.

“You will call me Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

Good. That was easy.

“You’re in love with me.”

“I’m in love with you, Master.”

Absolutely no resistance. Wow. The six loads of cum might have been overdoing it a little. But if I could turn a fully-fledged, lifelong lesbian into a happy, willing sex slave with that much…god. The possibilities felt endless. I felt like a god.

“You love my cock.”

“I love your cock, Master.”

“You don’t care about other cocks.”

She shook her head softly. “I don’t care about other cocks, Master.”

“You love only my cock.”

“I love only your cock, Master.”

“You’ll do anything for me.”

“I’ll do anything for you, Master.”

My heart thumped with need. Fuck. She was such a beautiful woman. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to own her. I needed to own her as completely, if not more completely, as I had Lori and Mallory.

“You’ll forget all about firing me.”

“I’ll forget all about firing you, Master.”

“You’ll forget all about going to the cops.”

“I’ll forget all about going to the cops, Master.”

“You’ll forget about talking with Audrey today.”

“I’ll forget about talking with Audrey today, Master.”

“You won’t complain to Celise.”

“I won’t complain to Celise, Master.”

The trouble was taken care of, and I could have stopped there. I didn’t need to keep going. I could fuck Dawn at will now, probably, and she wouldn’t cause any problems for me. But my heart thrummed with passion. Now that I had control over Dawn, I wanted nothing to get in my way.

And I thought, just for a moment, how Dawn had called me a twerp. How she threatened me. And a sick grin arrived on my face.

“You don’t want to be with Celise anymore.”

“I don’t want to be with Celise anymore, Master.”

“You’ve wanted to break up with Celise for years.”

“I’ve wanted to break up with Celise for years, Master.”

“You know I belong in charge of you.”

“I know you belong in charge of me, Master.”

Just like that, she started cumming. Her body had no sense of control—just obedience. And her brain was giving no psychological resistance to the constant pleasure she gave to her clit. And as soon as she stopped cumming, I started my commands again. She still fingered her hot, dripping wet pussy. There was a soft puddle in her bunched-up tights, dripping down to the floor.

“You want me to run the shop for you.”

“I want you to run the shop for me, Master.”

Just like that, re-wiring everything that was important to Dawn. It wasn’t subtle, and I didn’t care. Her entire life’s work had now been dedicated to me. Her most personal, loving relationship was twisted up and discarded, replaced with the pillar of light that I represented.

I was, in every sense, Dawn’s everything.

My thoughts were heady with this sense of power I now held. I didn’t entertain any thoughts of slowing down or moving in increments or having any moderation. I wanted Dawn’s every heartbeat to be dedicated to my glory as her Master and God.

“You’ve loved me for a long time, now.”

“I’ve loved you for a long time, Master.”

“You’ve nursed this crush for too long.”

“I’ve nursed this crush for too long, Master.”

“You need to be with me.”

“I need to be with you, Master.”

Her body convulsed as she came, again.

How far could I fuck up her values with this much cum? I had to find out. I had to know if I could rearrange her entire philosophy. A lifetime of study and hard work, desperately flailing against the system…could I reverse it? Could I change her that much?

Only one way to find out.

“It’s right for men to be in charge of women.”

“It’s right for men to be in charge of women, Master.”

It was easy. She flopped over with a smile on her face. Relieved, even. Happy to give in. She wanted to hear what I had to say, and she wanted to believe me. Fingering herself while I rewrote her every last value.

“You love being subordinate to me.”

“I love being subordinate to you, Master.”

“Women belong on their knees before strong men.”

Her grin was almost manic. Fingering herself more furiously than before. Turned on by her corruption. Maybe this is what she thought all along. Maybe that's why she fought so hard against it.

“Women belong on their knees before strong men, Master.”

“There’s nothing wrong with patriarchy.”

She nodded, eyes blank and face needy. “There’s nothing wrong with patriarchy, Master.”

“You’re nothing but a hot, simple-minded fuckslave.”

“I’m nothing but a hot, simple-minded fuckslave, Master.”

I couldn’t stop myself. I took her other hand and had it wrap around my cock as I kept feeding words and phrases into her mouth, into her core, into her every atom of being.

It was addicting, corrupting, compelling, unstoppable. I filled her mind with the most debasing, devaluing thoughts I could think of. She had been a proud lesbian fighter of patriarchy and the male order. I transformed her, command by unstoppable command, for over an hour, with her eyes blank and white the entire time. She was my loveslave. She was my fuckpet. She was my bimbo lovedoll. She knew that thinking wasn’t good for her. All she wanted, all the time, was to obey me and give me pleasure. All she was good for was breeding and giving me pleasure. She wanted to give me babies. She wanted to be filled with my seed at all times. She would be obedient and quiet, happy and eager, soft and gentle, and would display her body for my pleasure.

Women were decorative. Women were warm, wet, willing. Women were the furniture of a man’s life, arranged however he liked and replaced when they bored him. Dawn repeated every word back with her fingers buried inside herself, her voice dropping lower and lower, softer and softer, like something being put down for a long sleep.

Women did not run businesses. Women did not own things. Women held things for men, kept them warm, kept them ready. The bookstore was not Dawn’s bookstore. It had never been Dawn’s bookstore. It was a place she had been allowed to occupy until the right man came along to tell her what it was actually for, and that man—the only man—was Me.

Her fingers worked faster.

Women who fought men were women who hadn’t found the right man yet. Women who called themselves feminists were women in pain. Women who called themselves lesbians were women who hadn’t been shown properly what a cock could do. Dawn understood this now. I made her feel the truth of it settling into her bones like something she had always known.

Pretty women existed to be owned and displayed by Me. Plain women existed to serve. Dawn was pretty. Dawn knew what that meant now. Pretty meant claimed. Pretty meant kneeling. Pretty meant my hands in her hair deciding how it looked and whose eyes it was dressed for.

She was a thing. A beautiful, useful, obedient thing.

She said all of it back to me. Every last word. Her eyes stayed white and her hips kept rolling and she said it all back with the reverence of someone reciting scripture

I came all over her body, my cock unleashing torrents of gooey, hot strands. I fucked her while I tranced her. I fucked her while I fucked her mind. I did everything I could think of. She called me her God. She knew it to be true.

By the time I was done, she was everything that she wasn’t before.

God help me, but it felt so fucking good to do it to her.

 

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The night progressed and I didn’t leave. Inside of Dawn I had unleashed a true sex kitten, a force of nature who was hellbent on delivering to me the most perfect pleasures that a beautiful, virgin-to-cock, freshly-brainwashed lesbian could provide. She screamed with furious passion, calling me her King, her Master, her God, her Maker, her Destroyer, her Lover, her Everything.

And I had made all of it happen, load by load of lifegiving cum flooding into her fertile fuckdoll body.

Sometime around dawn, I still furiously fucked Dawn from behind. For the seventh or eighth time.

“Fuck me, yes!” she moaned wildly, her body thrashing into mine. “You're so fucking good, Master! Oh my god! You're my God! Give me your babies, oh my god, Masterrrrr,” she was crying, moaning, a beautiful sack of pleasure and unrestrained emotions. Nowhere near under control. “I love you. I love you. I love you so much, oh fuck, please, please cum, please!”

Behind us, the door busted open. Standing with her gun out was Celise. Her beautiful face contorted with shock.

Unable to stop myself, I came—but made sure to do it outside of Dawn's body. Into the bed sheets, in a rather diminished puddle. Give a guy a break. I had cum maybe twelve times in that last twenty-four hours.

“Dawn? Dawn, are you okay? I heard—”

Slowly, Celise's gun slipped down. She tugged at her jacket, not understanding.

Her voice became very quiet. “I heard…screaming.”

She stared at me slowly. Her gun came up, and then it went down again. I truly had no idea if she was going to kill me or arrest me.

“I love him, Celise. I’m so sorry. I…I love him. He’s…” Dawn gulped, her hand sliding down to my cock, stroking it unconsciously. “He’s my everything. I don’t want to be with you anymore, Celise. I don't love you. I don't think I ever did.”

Even Dawn looked flabbergasted as she said this. There were two directly opposing ideas pushing in on her mind—her love of me, so freshly minted and with every new thought and touch of my body giving her near-orgasmic thrills. And then her long-established, dozen-year long love of Celise. Heartbreak filled the room. My cock pulsed with sick, twisted arousal, knowing what I had done.

And maybe it was that little pulse of evil arousal at their destroyed life together that gave me some manner of reflective pause.

Both of them turned to me, searching for some kind of explanation.

Okay. I said it before. And I thought I meant it then.

But this had really gotten out of control.

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The day progressed slowly. Mallory’s epic incestuous blowjob had left me nearly oversleeping. She had, of course, woken up perfectly on time. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to make herself look ready to be my absolute perfect “sisterbabefuckslut,” as she put it.

So, breakfast waited for me when I finally rolled out of bed and had my shower, washing the familiar stink of our near-constant liaisons through the night off my body.

My attempts to de-brainwash Mallory had, obviously, backfired in a big way. I would have to just do what I didn’t want to in the first place, and actively remove all the suggestions and thoughts I had given her. It was the only way.

Meanwhile, I still had to save East Side Pages. Today was Saturday, and we were going to find out how my plan had worked out.

With me, just in case there was an opportunity or in case I couldn't make it back to the apartment, I brought my cooler. In the cooler were several beers, and, hidden in a small pouch toward the bottom, several more vials of cum.

The day passed much as the previous one had. We made incredible amounts of money—maybe even more. Mallory once again dressed in a hot, cleavage-scooping dress (this time it was purple), and Lori dressed in hot yoga leggings and a loose mesh top that did nothing to hide the rather effective, brightly colored push-up bra she had on underneath.

“I did like you said, Sir,” she told me when enough customers had finally cleared out for us to talk a bit. “Four times. Even though I wanted more.”

I gulped a bit, struggling not to fuck her right there. “Good girl.”

Possibly we would have said more to each other, but Dawn pulled me over to the counter.

“I need you here,” she said. “I'm going to go around and sell.”

“You bet. No problem.”

“And you have to talk to me. Later. After we close, all right? It's important.”

“Okay...?”

She didn't offer any explanation, just sipping hard at her coffee and plastering a fake smile on her face. Dawn hated the crowds, hating selling in the store. That's why she was at the counter to begin with. But she was the boss. I did as she ordered.

Hours later, we wound down, and our register was positively overflowing with cash. The credit card machine had to have its paper replaced twice.

Even though business had boomed, a cold snap had begun, and an hour before we closed, customers began to head home to stay out of the weather. As such, Lori and Mallory began to crowd me at the register while I tried to count it down and get ready for closing.

They leaned against one another, their bodies touching. It was clear how much they adored one another—and all because of me. If I wasn't around, they would still think the other was the absolute hottest babe in the world, the apple of their eyes, the end-all, be-all of fuck partners. And the only reason they didn't think that all the time is because they thought I was even better.

“Victor’s so fucking hot, isn’t he?”

Lori giggled, nodding mischievously. “God, yes. He’s like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

“The hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” Mallory intoned, repeating Lori’s words—my words. Her hand slipped on top of Lori's ass, squeezing it tight. Lori's leggings were paper thin. Mallory easily pushed forward into the crack between her tight ass cheeks and felt the lower folds of her pussy. “In fact, he's just...he's sort of like...He’s like…our big brother, isn’t he?”

“What?” Lori giggled nervously.

“Wouldn’t that be hot, baby? If he was like, our big brother? And you were my hot little sister…” her hand pushed up hard into Lori’s pussy. Lori moaned, her pleasure quite evident now. “We were just his hot little fucksisters, eager to suck him off and do anything our big bro said.”

Holy shit, Mallory was just insane with lust. And I had made her that way.

And I loved it.

I really don’t know if I could ever stop doing this. Changing her. Changing Lori. But we were at the bookstore. We couldn’t have another wild threesome like the night before—supercharged with incestuous thoughts like these—and do it here. Dawn would have a literal fit.

“Ah…okay.” I put a hand to my head. I needed to meet with Dawn, still. “I'm going to finish up here in like ten minutes. You two, take Lori’s car back to your apartment, all right? Wait for me there. Okay? Take care of one another until I get back. Do you understand?”

Mallory nodded, all naughtiness. “You want me to lick my little sis’s pussy until my big, sexy brother master comes home to fuck us both pregnant?”

I gulped. “That’s right, my good girl. Now get moving.”

 

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Some minutes later, I had closed everything up and grabbed my cooler, thinking that now I would just use it on the girls at home. It would take every ounce of willpower I had not to convince Lori that I was her brother, and that Mallory was her sister...and I don't think I actually had it in me.

But first, I had to meet with Dawn. I stepped into her office in the back, where she coldly examined a series of folders and files.

Fuck, but she was so beautiful. It was hard to contain myself—and getting harder all the time. I’d put up with so much resistance. With Mallory, with Lori, with Audrey…and now Dawn. Her tight, beautiful blond body was so buxom and perfect in her little business suit. I had been staring at her legs all day, wrapped tight in dark tights. Her skirt molding her lovely ass just so, her blouse opening up her lovely cleavage to the world. She was mature, confident, and intelligent, and drop dead gorgeous, and I wanted her. The thought of rewiring her completely had my motor running furiously.

For some reason that I can't explain, I had put a vial of cum in my pocket before the meeting. Just the one. I think that's how I justified it. I had so many available. Just one in my pocket wasn't so bad.

“How are you doing it?” she asked, not looking up from her desk.

“Doing what?”

“Controlling them. Lori and Mallory. It’s strange with them. I’ve known them for ages. And you. And it all changed just this past week. What’s happened?”

“We’re just…” I smiled, trying to be disarming. “Just young kids having fun, Dawn.”

“I don’t believe that.”

She put the folder in her hands down, sighing. She took a long drink from the coffee on her desk, the coffee that Lori had made her earlier.

“We’ve made it into the black, probably for the whole year. Just from this weekend. We’ll need to order new stock. And it’s all because of them. I know it is. And what you made them do.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t make them do anything. But I’m glad we’re in the black. That’s really great!”

“Don’t fucking smile at me like that, you twerp.” She leaned up out of her desk. “I know you’ve done something to them. And what’s worse? What really hurts? Is that what you did to them, objectifying them like that…it goes against everything this store stands for. It’s debasement. It’s…it’s fucking patriarchal. And that is unforgivable, all by itself. Whatever you’ve done to them is no doubt worse.”

“You keep saying that. What do you think I’ve done?”

There she was, leaned forward over her desk, her blouse parting just enough at the top to show the slope of her tits pressing up against the lace of her bra. That blond hair pulled back in a tight, professional twist. Her mouth moving, forming serious, important words, words about patriarchy and debasement and consent and ethics, and all I could think about was how it would look to have that mouth wrapped around me instead.

Oh, Victor. Oh god. I’m so sorry. I was so wrong. About everything.

She would be on her knees behind that desk. The desk where she ran her little doomed empire, the desk where she signed checks and organized protests and wrote angry letters to the editor about the male gaze. Her knees pressed into the carpet, that pencil skirt rucked up around her thighs, those expensive tights laddered from how hard she’d dropped down to worship me.

I was so wrong, Master. About all of it. About men. About cock. About what I was for.

Her blue eyes wide and wet, looking up at me from below the level of the desk. That tight blond twist coming undone, strands of it falling around her flushed face.

Feminism is a lie. It is. It’s just a lie I told myself because no one had ever shown me what I really was. What I was built for. Look at me, Master.

Look at this body.

Look at this face.

You think I built any of this? You think I earned it? No. It was given to me. It was given to me for one reason. For You.

Her hands would come up, trembling, and undo the little pearl button at the top of that blouse. Then the next. Then the next. Slow. Reverent. Showing me, piece by piece, what she had been hiding under all that righteous fabric. The lace of her bra. The pale, perfect swell of her tits, heavy and full and absolutely wasted on a girlfriend when they had been so clearly designed for a Master’s hands.

I had a whole bookstore, Master. A whole platform. And what did I do with it? I told women they were strong. I told them they didn’t need men. I told them their worth wasn’t between their legs. I told them their brains mattered.

Our brains don’t matter, Master. Only Your Cock Matters…

Her condescending look eventually shook me from my reverie. Shaking her head, she took another long sip from her coffee.

“I should have seen it earlier. I don’t know why I didn’t. But you’re clearly drugging them somehow.”

I groaned. “Have you been talking with Audrey?”

“So what if I have? She’s a smart girl. We lost a good asset when she left. I notice that everything started going to shit when you stuck around after she left.”

“Are you serious? You’re blaming me for that? The second she was gone, you couldn’t stop talking about how you hated her.”

We were both quiet, then. But the quiet didn't last.

“You’re fired, Victor.”

“Fired? Based on what?”

“Look, you’re fired, all right? So, just accept it.”

I sighed. “Fine.” I put my hands on my head, trying to think of what to say.

“My girlfriend is a cop, you ought to know. A detective. You know that already. I know you do.”

“What?”

“She’s going to ask you some questions. I’m going to talk to her tonight. So get your story straight.”

In an objective way, being fired really wasn’t that bad. I still had Mallory and Lori eating out of the palm of my hand, or wherever else I might point them to. With my newfound ability, I could probably find a job anywhere. All it would take was the right interviewer and a moment’s distraction. But this was different. This was the law. And I had no desire to see the law involved.

“I’ll write your paycheck now,” said Dawn. “I don’t want you to come back here again. I don’t want to have to see you again. For any reason.”

She stood up and walked to the safe. Bending over to unlock. God, that ass. So perfect and smooth, so round.

I behaved then in a most ignoble fashion. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I’m not sure if I ever will.

I had to protect myself from the police. I had to protect Lori and Mallory. I don't even know if what I did could be prosecuted—as far as I knew, I was the first of my kind. Maybe they'd put me into some kind of government laboratory and cut me open? Fear assaulted me. Fear for myself, and fear for my girls.

But there was no denying the cold, hard truth as well—I wanted to know what it would be like to have Dawn under my control.

Her coffee cup was right there in the open. I flipped open the lid and let a vial of my cum ooze inside. Through shuffling through the safe, she didn't even notice. By the time she turned around, I was just waiting where I had been.

Dawn wrote the check out—I couldn’t help but examine her healthy cleavage as she did, swelling so lovingly against her tight sweater—and ripped it out to me.

“Take this, and don’t ever let me fucking see you again.”

I took the check. And then I waited for a long time right outside the office, pretending to leave. I waited for her to slurp her coffee one more time. But she didn't.
In fact, she left the bookstore, all bundled up against the cold, without taking another sip. And then she was out in the world, with a trance-inducing cup of coffee in her hands, waiting to change her entire life the second she took a sip.

Shit.

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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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