The Unprotected Trance Series

by Nadia Nightside

  “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.

  * * * * *

  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.

  Anywa
y, 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.