“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 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?”
* * * * *
I fucked Mallory to exhaustion.
Naked, I was in the kitchen. My form had gotten rather ripped over the past week. Not only 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. 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.
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?
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.
* * * * *
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?
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 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—�
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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 knew exactly what Mallory would do. And it turned me on more than I knew anything else could.
* * * * *
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.
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