Controlling the Sorority (The Magic Remote Book 2)

by Nadia Nightside

  Warm, hot tingles ran over her pussy, watching Giselle's round, tight behind as the chocolate-skinned beauty opened the door. They both entered and Alyssa stepped past Giselle, who then locked the door behind them with a thick key. Alyssa could not take her eyes off her beautiful love's sensational rear, so firm and well-muscled.

  Giselle's ass was so pretty. All of Giselle was so pretty. Giselle was the best girlfriend Alyssa could ever hope for. She would never want anything more than her.

  She heard moans from behind her. Alyssa realized she had not actually bothered to look inside the study before entering it. She turned around, a little confused.

  Forming two rows down to the far end of the study, all twenty of her sorority sisters and all twelve of the potential pledges were on their knees, fingering their pussies. Each one had a purple glaze to her eyes.

  At the far end of the study, at the end of the two rows, there was a young man sitting on the thick lounge chair near the fireplace, a big silver remote in his hands. He wore a golden crown, the same one that Giselle had worn earlier.

  Two gorgeous women were kneeling beside him, one attached to each leg. Alyssa recognized the brunette—it was the new pledge, Carmen. And beside her—that was her stepmother, Monica, who had been there during the interview so many months before.

  “What . . . what is this?” she asked.

  Giselle didn't answer, happily skipping in her tall heels past all the kneeling sorority girls to greet the man with a sizzling hot kiss. His hand slid up inside of the crack of her ass, grabbing there hard. She squealed in delight and pressed her big tits against the side of his head as he examined Alyssa.

  “Ah, hello there, pet,” said the man.

  “Hello pet,” the sorority girls chorused, one after another, eyes still full of purple light:

  “Hello.”

  “Hello.”

  “Hello.”

  Each echo was breathier, weaker than the last. As if none of the girls could dare make their ideas or thoughts very loud in his presence, even if those words were the same as his.

  “Damn,” he said, eyeing Alyssa up and down. “You are even hotter than Giselle and Carmen said. Why don't you come and get on your knees like a good slave?”

  The slaves echoed again:

  “Good slave.”

  “Good slave.”

  “Good slave.”

  “What?” Alyssa asked, taken aback.

  She stepped back toward the door. Get away. She should . . . get away, somehow. But . . . but Giselle was soooo pretty, and right there in front of her . . . her luscious face contorted with her inner struggle.

  The man on the chair looked confused. “It's me. Jared. Your Master. You should come kneel . . .” he gestured at the empty space between his lap. “Right here, between Carmen and Monica.”

  Carmen and the blonde, Monica, nodded happily, giggling and cooing at each word coming out of Jared's mouth.

  “Right there,” the sorority girls all whispered.

  “So lucky.”

  “So jealous.”

  “Oh, I'm sorry,” Alyssa scoffed. “You must have me confused with someone who would possibly want to date you over Giselle? So . . . whatever thing is happening here, I don't need to be a part of it. Come on, Giselle. Stop this . . . whatever it is you're doing, and let's get out of here.”

  For a moment, Jared looked confused. He turned to the dark beauty pressing her tits in his head.

  “Giselle, what did you say to her?”

  “I did as you commanded, Master. I indoctrinated her into my service, and had her arrange this party for you.”

  “Did you tell her how important it was to worship me?”

  Giselle shook her head, still smiling happily.

  “No, Master. That was not part of your instructions.”

  He sighed, putting a hand to his face. He noticed Alyssa's shocked look.

  “Slaves these days, huh?”

  Alyssa stepped back toward the door. “G-Giselle,” she blurted. “W-what's happening? Why are you calling him 'Master?' Why is everyone on their knees? What's happening? Did—”

  Something about the crown sparked a memory in Alyssa's head. Something about . . . something about a light?

  Had she always wanted to Giselle to lick her pussy so bad? Maybe she just wanted to kiss her a lot? She could hardly imagine life without kissing Giselle, after all. Her hand reached the door, but it was locked. Oh, that's right. Giselle had done that. That was very smart of her. Giselle was so smart and wonderful and—no!

  Alyssa put her hands to her gorgeous head, trying to clear some of the hot, heavy, delightful fog there.

  “D-did you do something to me, Giselle? Baby?”

  “Yes I did,” purred the hot sorority girl. “I made you into my hot little girlfriend. Isn't that so sexy? You were kind of a snob before. I guess you still are, but now you'll lick my pussy whenever I want. Won't you?”

  Alyssa whimpered. She could not help but feel her pussy moisten when Giselle's voice, pussy, and licking were all rolled up into the same sentence.

  “N-no . . .” she lied.

  Jared whispered something to Giselle, who smiled and began to strut toward Alyssa. The tall beauty's hands ran across all the mouths and open, wagging tongues of each kneeling sorority girl. The purple had faded from their eyes, now, but they were still openly staring at Alyssa and Giselle with happy lust, sliding pretty fingers across their aching hot pussies.

  There was so much heat in the room. It was overwhelming, just like Giselle's sexy strutting approach.

  “Of course you will, sweetie,” said Giselle, drawing close. She slid a hand up Alyssa's lingerie-clad midsection. “You'll do all sorts of things for me, now. Pretty soon, you'll do all sorts of things for Master.”

  “W-why are you calling him that?”

  Giselle giggled. All the other sorority girls did as well. It seemed like a natural thing, an instinctive reflex—something to do whenever someone questioned their man's authority.

  “I'm calling him Master because he is Master. My Master, your Master. You just don't know it yet. And these other girls are nothing more than your sisters in service, just like I am. You'll see that very soon.”

  She slid her arms around Alyssa's neck. Lost in the purity of bliss from her girlfriend's touch, the hot, luscious babe was helpless to resist. She could not even truthfully say that she wanted to resist very much.

  “And what's happening,” Giselle whispered hotly, tilting her head, “is that you're going to become a good slave to him, just like I am.”

  Alyssa whimpered, again, before saying loudly. “B-but I don't want to become a slave . . .”

  “Silly girl,” said Jared. “Your wants aren't important.”

  A purple light flooded the room.

  * * * * *

  A hot, firm tongue slid across her own. She was making out with a girl again. This time, it was with some third year redhead named Yolanda, on top of a coffee table. How fun was that?

  A guy was watching. That was so cool. He was a cute guy, too. He was like, probably the cutest guy Alyssa had ever seen. A guy that cute really deserved to watch Alyssa do all sorts of stuff. Giselle was between his legs, blowing him happily. One hand was in the stunning black girl's thick dark hair, guiding her to suck him exactly how he wanted.

  The other hand was on his remote.

  Jared was doing something to her, something to her with that remote, and that was cool. That was like, really cool.

  She had to correct that, feeling Yolanda slide a hand onto one perfect tit. Jared was doing something to all of the girls in the room.

  That was even cooler.

  All that cuteness he had, all that power—a guy like that really needed to have Alyssa with him. There was nothing more amazing than a super powerful man with a gorgeous woman behind him, cheering on every single move he made and begging to watch him take over even more people, places, and things.

  There was all this power, he had, r
ight at his fingertips. It was time to put on her special magic. She knew that with her looks, she could make any man do what she wanted. Just because he had some way cool remote with special hot powers didn't mean he was immune to what she was putting out.

  She slid out from the redhead's cooing grasp, sliding up onto one of Jared's big hunky legs. Her wet pussy slid against his naked thigh, and her tall heels pushed against the faces of Monica and Carmen. They just kissed the expensive leather of her shoes, seemingly overwhelmed with passion for anyone close to their Master.

  Alyssa watched it all, and she felt...she felt so fertile, knowing that he could fill her up with his perfect hunk seed at any time he wanted...

  “Hey there, stud,” Alyssa cooed, layering sugar on every word. “Gosh, you must be such a man, controlling these girls like you are.”

  He smiled, slamming Giselle's head up and down on his cock a little more. Alyssa thought that was so sexy, how he just had to fuck himself with the gorgeous babe's mouth even harder because Alyssa was so close. Because Alyssa was so hot.

  “I'm probably the hottest girl in town, you know.”

  “Probably,” he breathed.

  Between his legs, Giselle moaned happily, each noise punctuated with slurpy wet slams to the back of her throat.

  “Doesn't it just make sense for me to be like, the head of this little sorority you've made, then? I mean, it's something I already do anyway. And, clearly, I'm totally hot. And I totally deserve it.”

  Her hair bounced through the air as she tilted her head and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Don't tell Giselle, but I'm even prettier than her. So, shouldn't I be in charge of her? You could convince them of it. You could let them all know how I'm the queen bee. Your queen bee.”

  “Do you know what, babe? That's not such a bad idea.”

  He picked up his silver remote. Very carefully, she wrapped her hand on his.

  “Mmm . . .” she moaned just for a second. “Could you let me watch you cum in Giselle's mouth, first, sir?”

  Gently, she pushed the hand on Giselle's head away.

  This was a duty she could perform for him most admirably.

  Bunching Giselle's hair up, she stared lovingly in her Jared's eyes, ramming Giselle's hot, wet mouth harder and harder on her boyfriend's cock.

  “Could you let me watch, Sir? Please, Sir? Please cum in her mouth while I guide you there? Please?”

  Surprise—delighted and even a bit relieved—more than anything else, flooded her boyfriend's mind.

  “You like that, huh?” he grunted out. “You like seeing me fuck your girlfriend's face?”

  “Oh yes, Sir. Fuck my girlfriend's face. I know she deserves it. Please! Please cum all over her hot face, Sir!”

  His free hand came up to fondle Alyssa's tits. She moaned in hot adoration, pumping Giselle's head back and forth even harder. Her lingerie ripped apart under his grip. That was so hot. He was so strong, tearing away her clothes like that.

  “Let her watch you, Master,” Carmen moaned.

  Monica nodded. “Please, Master! Let us all watch!”

  Squeezing Alyssa's plump, perfect titflesh, Jared came hard and furious. Alyssa held Giselle's head tight against her boyfriend's cock, making sure the hot chocolate slut swallowed all of it, not even caring when she heard the desperate little gurgling sounds sounding off from her throat, indicating that she was starting to run out of air.

  Good, Alyssa thought. Good girls buried themselves with Master's cum whenever he and his best girl wanted. They took off long scoops and shoved it into their cunts so they would get nice and pregnant like he deserved. Little streams of cum started running down Giselle's mouth, past her chin, to her tits. Finally, Alyssa let her detach. Giselle fell to the ground, swallowing hard, fingering her pussy in inequitable ecstasy.

  Carmen and Monica and a few other sorority girls crawled over and licked Giselle's mouth and tits clean. Two other sorority babes—a dark-haired blue-eyed nineteen year-old and a hot freshman eighteen year-old blond—took their turns cleaning his epically large meat.

  Alyssa put her hand back on her Master's hand, the one holding the remote.

  “Now, take my mind? Please, baby? I'm your sorority queen. You know it's me. It couldn't possibly be anyone else.”

  Still shaking from the post-orgasmic tremors rollicking through his body, Jared nodded, again squeezing one of Alyssa's exposed tits. She giggled, encouraging him.

  Inwardly, Alyssa smiled. Boys were so easy to control, and she deserved to have everything she wanted from him.

  From the remote, the purple light flooded the room again. And again. And again. He hit it faster and faster, like he was rewriting everything about everyone in the room.

  * * * * *

  Alyssa arrived back in her own mindspace, completely believing and knowing that she was her Master's sorority slave queen. Who else could she be, when he was fucking her so perfectly on top of his throne at the head of the room?

  She was on the thick leather chair in the study, totally naked except for her thick heels. Master was fucking her, and everything was right in the world.

  Carmen and Monica were cooing in Alyssa's ears about how jealous they were as his hot, immense cock filled her tight, practically virgin cunt.

  He made it seem like she had never been fucked before, and with each stroke, the thoughts of any previous males that had been inside her slipped away. There were no other lovers. There was no one else good enough. There was only her Master. He was the only one who could possibly own her. Since Alyssa was so perfect and beautiful, the fact of him owning her meant he was even more powerful, more amazing than anyone else.

  “Fuck her, Master!” the entire sorority called out.

  “Fuck our slave queen!”

  “Fuck your favorite!”

  “She deserves it!”

  Grunting, he tilted her backward on the chair, driving his bare cock downward into her upward facing pussy. Her neck was tilted up at him, her entire body contorted from the sheer force of his fucking. Her mouth hanging open in complete amazement, eyes wide with adoration and still shining with purple light.

  He was so strong and right, and she was just a hot girly babe who needed a solid fucking to know how to think.

  Her Master Jared was such a good boyfriend. He always had been. She was so glad he had decided to become her Master, and not just her boyfriend.

  Giselle was kissing Master's neck as he fucked Alyssa harder and harder, but even the gorgeously beautiful black babe could not stop Master from focusing solely on Alyssa's angelic beauty. She was the premiere in feminity. So fertile, her hips so ready to give him every heir he would ever want.

  He came, and Alyssa felt her universe rearranging. His cock was the center of her world. There was no other possible anchor for her feelings, for her soul, for her mind. The world began and ended with her Master's beautiful cock, and everything she did from now on needed to worship it as it deserved.

  “Good slave,” he grunted out, collapsing on top of her, whispering and kissing in her ear. “Good girl slave. Best slave. Top slave.”

  Alyssa's heart swelled with pride. She had always known she was the best.

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