“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, parro
ting 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.
Again and again, I espoused my love for her—and she for me—and she came vibrantly underneath my body. Her every last moment with my cock inside of her leaving her quaking with orgasm.
When I came, it was on top of her taut belly. I didn’t want to risk trancing away any further explanations. 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.”
* * * * *
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 fuckin
g 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.
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