Already the fighting had started. The attackers had not come through the front door. Instead, they had blown a hole through the side of the building, to the left of the main stage. Gwen and the other security girls lined up in front of them and—after a short moment of measuring—both sides closed.
The fight was brutal. None of them were armed saved for the skills in their minds and how cruel they chose to be. He watched Gwen rip a stripper pole out from its moorings and use it like a poleaxe, driving the jagged edge into the heads and throats of the male attackers to cut them down.
Smoke filled the club. If he went downstairs, he risked leading Daniela through the melee and having her possibly hurt. Not something he could do. Instead, he rushed at the wall and powered through the bricks. The mortar was loose, the masonry shoddy. Something he had been meaning to fix before too long. Now he was glad he hadn’t.
In thirty seconds, he’d broken out a man-sized hole in the wall. His suit was ruined, but his skin was unbroken. Jacob was fairly certain that, in a fair fight, he could have taken the entirety of those attackers on by himself. There was enough knowledge in his head of fighting to shame even the most ancient fighting champion.
But, he knew also that whoever sent them would have to have been quite stupid not to expect him to know how to defend himself, especially given the seemingly limitless powers of the tablet.
Scooping Daniela up in his arms, he hopped down to the parking lot below. It was a ten foot drop, but he felt no pain. The other dancers, led by Vivian, were obediently filing into the black SUVs waiting for them. There was no panic, no screams.
His girls followed his instructions to the letter, and recent insurgencies aside, Vivian still carried the voice of the Master when she commanded his girls.
In moments, all the dancers were safe in the vehicles. They had to sit on top of each other; there was not enough room, quite, for all of them together. Of course, Daniela sat in front in her own seat. He drove one SUV, and Vivian the other. He honked the horn three times, sounding the retreat for Gwen.
His gaze drifted to Daniela, looking stunning just sitting, waiting patiently for him to drive off. Thinking for a moment, a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. She leaned over and unzipped his pants.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“My wifely duty,” she said, sighing happily and taking his cockhead between her heavenly lips.
As they waited, then, Daniela began to blow him in her inimitably expert style. The other eight girls piled into the SUV sighed with lustful longing, watching her work on the object of their adoration and worship.
If the security weren’t out here in thirty seconds, he’d leave them behind. Maybe they’d be taken. Maybe they’d be killed.
He looked down at Daniela, blissing out as she slurped up and down on his cock.
Better them than her.
Better all of them than a single hair on her head.
* * * * *
Jacob’s plan was elegant in its simplicity. Vivian adored him for it.
For that, and for everything else about his everything. She capital-L Loved her Husband, capital-H.
Her tiny, beautiful body was full of new babies for him—triplets, probably—and she was so lucky that he had chosen her to be pregnant among all his available slaves.
They drove up to the largest, most expensive house in the city, and Jacob forced open the front door. It was easy with how strong he was.
The married couple there was eating an early dinner. They had a cook and a maid on hand to attend to them, both female. Both rather unworthy of living up to her husband’s exacting specifications for quality slaves.
He had his dancers spread out throughout the immense house, searching out any other guests or servants (there were none) and blocking the exits. Only two of his security girls had made it out from the strip club—Gwen, thankfully (Master did have such a soft spot for her), and Melody, a tall dark-skinned middle-eastern girl who would have crushed any beauty contest she entered. Unfortunately for her, that kind of abject desirability only put her in the lower tiers of the beauties available to serve Master’s desires.
If Jacob had decided to book some getaway plan in advance—put a hotel on retainer, make a safe house, have passports and tickets ready—this would have all left a record. And why would he need to book anything in advance when wherever he wanted to go, he could go?
Better to make it spontaneous. Much harder to track.
Very soon, Jacob, Vivian, and Daniela were in the luxurious dining room. The table was ten feet long, a gloriously carved walnut. A diamond-sprinkled chandelier hung overhead. Great pieces of artwork clung to the walls, impressionist mostly, though one was a Rococo of some cherubs playing in a spring. With them were the cook and the maid—both already kneeling to Master's glory—and the millionaire owner of the house and his wife.
Ah, the millionaire’s wife. She was more plastic than person, but she was the sort who really made it work for her. She was young—probably only twenty-five or so—and so the implants and surgeries hadn’t had time yet to be caught up with by gravity so that their allure wore off. She looked like a porn star in her prime. Her hair was a deep orange-red and Vivian knew, from the instant she saw him, that her Husband would fuck her stupid.
He didn’t have a redhead yet that he was truly satisfied with. Vivian had taken notice; this was her Wifely duty. Aurora and Chelsea, the two redhead dancers he now owned, both only received his cock about once a week each. Compare that to someone like Lexxa, who was on his cock practically every other night.
Or Daniela, who was never off his cock. Oh, Daniela...Vivian had so many feelings about her.
“Wh-what is the meaning of this?” the millionaire asked, blubbering. He was overweight and mustachioed.
“The meaning of this is that your home is mine now.” Jacob walked up to his wife, who trembled in desire at his nearness. She flashed him an urgent, happy smile. The millionaire was more than twice her age.
“Y-you stay away from her,” said the old man. “That is my wife! That is my—”
“You don’t have a ‘my’ anything anymore,” said Jacob. “And if you talk again, you’ll regret it.”
Daniela clapped with ardent glee, eyes lighting up at the threat of violence from her Master.
He stroked the face of the wife. She whispered her name so softly that Vivian barely caught it—Stephanie. Then he spoke in her ear, his hands sliding against her cunt. She nodded and ground her hips against his fingers, clearly orgasming as he delivered sweet nothings into her ear. Daniela pressed against his side the whole time, encouraging him forward. Her hand stroked his bulge expertly.
“Co-come now,” said the millionaire. “That’s really...that’s quite enough. That’s too much. That is my wife and you...you shall have to—erk!—”
In a flash, Jacob’s hand was around the old man’s throat. He slammed him against the wall, knocking the wind from him, probably bruising his entire backside.
“Yes!” Daniela cried, quickly rushing to her lover’s side to cheer him on. “Do it, darling! Oh Master, make him pay!”
Stephanie, the wife, merely watched, still fingering herself silly from being touched the most perfect man she had ever witnessed. The brutalizing of her husband barely registered, and if it did, it simply turned her on like it had Daniela. The rules were different for her now that she had seen Jacob.
“I warned you,” said Jacob, twisting the millionaire in his grip. “Now you’ll have to face the consequences.”
He was going to kill him. Going to slaughter him, right there. Vivian had to do something. This was...this was insanity!
“No!” said Vivian.
Everyone and everything stopped, stunned. One of his slaves had spoken out against him. Even Vivian was surprised. But she had to keep going now.
“Please, baby...”
Vivian approached from one side, looking terrified. Her enormous, buoyant breasts bounced softly as she stepped
closer. She wrapped her hands around her thick baby bump, unconsciously making her tits seem even larger.
“Don’t...don’t do this. Please? You’re...you’re so angry, and it’s not like you, and...you shouldn’t kill him. You shouldn’t. It’s wrong. And once you do that...there’s no going back, don’t you see? You can’t be a murderer. Not you. Not my husband.”
Daniela cocked her hip to one side, haughty and gorgeous as ever. Vivian realized slowly that she had made a critical error. Daniela guided Jacob away from the wall and the millionaire, who fell to the ground, gasping and choking but otherwise motionless. But as she led him away, she focused him now on Vivian—and Jacob's face was full of anger.
“I would never try to tell my husband what to do,” Daniela whispered audibly, squeezing Jacob's thick bicep. “Especially not one so strong. Not when he has given me everything. Not now, in his time of such great need...”
Jacob pulled out his tablet. Swiping, tapping. “I see I’ve been lax with you, Vivian,” he said. “Too lax. I let certain...emotions cloud my judgment when it came to you.”
“No,” Vivian shook her head. “Master, please...”
Sparkling interest lit up in Daniela’s bright eyes at the sight of the tablet. “Is that how you’ve been doing it? How clever. My Master is so smart.”
Jacob, enjoying Daniela’s admiring gaze, allowed her to view the tablet for herself.
“Allow me to take care of her for you, yes?” Daniela purred. “Let me show you the way I shall deal with dissent to your rule.”
After everything Vivian had given him, everything she had volunteered for, everything she had been so open to...this was her reward?
It seemed unfair.
But then, even Vivian knew, that unfairness was why it was so fucking hot.
Daniela was unfair. Genetically. Societally. Empirically. That’s why she turned him on so much—to know that he owned that kind of cold-hearted ice bitch, warm only ever for him.
Daniela was better...and he deserved better.
It didn’t matter that Daniela wouldn’t have looked twice at him two months ago. It didn’t matter that Vivian had loved who he was.
He wasn’t that person anymore. And Daniela loved everything about the new Jacob. The Improved Jacob. She was the lioness who could run with him in the jungle. Vivian was a scared rabbit, hoping her cat costume would scare away any predators.
It was unfair, yes...but it made even her cunt hot at knowing it was happening.
She never should have spoken out against her Master. It was not her place.
The way it had to work was that Jacob had to touch the tablet. But that didn’t mean that Daniela couldn’t guide his fingers around. She used one hand for that, and the other to stroke her God’s cock as he altered his wife beyond recognition.
His fingers guided by Daniela as she continued to stroke him with such earnest need. Sliding Vivian’s intelligence down, down, down. She used to be a professor. It drained out from her like water from a bowl. She could feel herself becoming dumber, being more and more confused by everything around her.
Now she could barely tie her shoes. She and Phoebe could have great conversations about stickers.
Obedience became unquestioning. Her tits became larger and larger, even more full of heavy lactating milk, but without increasing her musculature, making her unable to stand without wobbling for long periods of time. If she tried to be on two feet for too long, she would simply fall over. Still she looked gorgeous...but she was also a sort of obscene.
And then...then the darkness set in. The depression. The horror. The terror that she would be alone, forever, unloved.
“P-please...” she moaned, putting hands to her head. “Please...no...Sir...please. I love you, please...our babies...”
And then...then it all stopped.
She could feel her clarity, her intelligence returning, slowly but surely. All that she had forgotten—all that had been taken from her—returned twice as fast as it had left.
Her body changed too—returning to the beautified pregnant form she had possessed before Daniela’s fingers began guiding her Master’s. Her massive, room-filling tits became her own delicious pair again.
“Too far,” said Master, shaking his head. “Too far. You understand?”
Daniela nodded, calm and composed as ever, eagerly still stroking him. His cock was slick in her hand, long and furious. A great river of precum streamed down from it, a vast puddle collecting beneath his thick rod.
“Naturally, Sire. I only wished to show you how serious my love for you is. I will brook no dissent against your will. But if you choose to punish those dissenters in some other way, of course you know best.”
Jacob seemed to consider this for a moment. Vivian had a blinding, perfect hope that he would come to his senses—that all of this would be forgotten. That all this talk of murder and darkness would go away; that he would realize that Daniela wasn't the one for him, not like she was. They could just run away somewhere, somewhere far away. All the girls could return to their lives. He would make Vivian into his perfect mate and they would fuck each night and day away until the world ended.
But then she saw the look in his eyes, the look he gave Daniela—the look he had never given to her—and she knew that this wouldn’t come to pass.
“Get down on your knees,” he said to Vivian.
She obeyed instantly. “Yes, Master.”
He made a few swipes and taps on the tablet. Vivian instantly felt all her jealousy for Daniela disappear. All her desire to be better than her was gone. Daniela deserved better than everything. Daniela deserved every last thing in the world. All the silly notions that she had ever thought better than her Husband, her Master, were completely removed from her. She should just be full of gratitude that she had Master's babies. And there was more...with Daniela, there was always more, and Vivian understood that now.
“Apologize.”
“Yes, Master,” Daniela began. “I—”
Jacob squeezed Daniela’s ass hard.
“No,” he said. “Vivian. Apologize to Daniela for making her so upset with you. For not being the wife I deserved.”
Vivian gulped, nodding. If her Master said it, she must do it. And if he said it, she knew that he was right.
“I am so sorry, Mistress,” she said. “I should never have made you so upset that you wanted to punish me like that. And I am sorry that I was not the wife our Master deserved. I am so happy he has found you, Mistress. You belong with him, forever. It’s so obvious.”
“There, you see?” Jacob stroked Daniela’s hair. “You needn’t be so draconian. She’s perfectly willing to cooperate.”
Smiling, Daniela stepped away from her Master. She retrieved Stephanie, pulling her by that long red hair, and pulled her back over to her Master. There was some fight in her, but not much. Master’s presence was overwhelming, and hot trails of lust could be seen running down her legs.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it, baby. Just a little bit? Just a little bit, when you saw how you knew I would do anything to make you happy? To make you hard?”
As Daniela spoke, she shoved Stephanie’s wet, just barely willing mouth over Jacob’s cock. Then she began to stroke off her Master using the face of another woman. Up and down, Daniela pushed Stephanie's groaning, urgent mouth. She slobbered and drooled all over his rod, and Stephanie obviously submitted—giving in totally to Master's superior form and masculinity. Daniela, all the while, guided her up and down, staring worship up at her Master, adoring him with another woman's face.
Vivian never once would have thought to do that. And so she had to again recognize Daniela’s superiority over herself in being her Husband’s real partner. The Wife he deserved.
Daniela had Jacob’s full attention now, sliding Stephanie at rates that were much faster than the young plastic beauty could handle. Her arms were flailing, begging for air, but she received none. Even so, her pleasure was obvious—she loved being used
like this.
“Tell me,” Daniela purred. “Tell me, my love. Tell me I am your TrueWife. Tell me I am the one you really need. Tell me, oh god, my god, please, tell me it’s so!”
“Yes.” He plowed into Stephanie, harder than ever. “You are my love. You are my TrueWife. Vivian was a mistake. You are the one who belongs with me.”
Vivian felt her cunt do back flips at this admission—yes! She was the mistake. She never should have been with her Husband. She was merely a stepping-stone to the far superior Daniela. It was so beautiful that they were learning how right they were for one another! Daniela, overcome with lust, pushed Stephanie aside. The redhead tumbled and coughed, heavy streams of precum streaming from her mouth.
“Fuck me, my God,” Daniela moaned. “Fuck me, my King. My Husband. Make me your wife. Make it official. Baptize me in your cum and announce to our court that you have only one Queen, one Wife, one top brood bitch.”
They embraced, Daniela’s legs sliding up hard against Jacob’s infinitely muscled torso, his enormous cock trapped up against her belly.
He powered her back onto the table, his great weight bucking it down and snapping the legs on their side. Still they went on, and so he entered Daniela at an angle, furious in his approach, shoving his entire maddening length into her without the slightest foreplay. Not that Daniela needed it—all that talk of insane service to her King, murder and hurting and changing and enslaving, all that talk of winning, had gotten her hot enough.
He thrust in and out, eyes only for his First Slave, and as he did, the other girls gathered in the house stopped everything they were doing to watch.
Vivian wanted to help. They all needed to bear witness to this holy act. All the slaves. She led them forward, pushing them into their Master's body and encouraging them to coo and moan their praise and prayers for him as he fucked his premiere servant.
“Nnh, fuck, yes, darling, please!” Daniela bucked hard beneath his cock. “Please put a baby in me! Please fucking impregnate me! Make your broodbitch. Get me pregnant, Daddy, oh fucking please! Please, Daddy!”
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