Taking Total Control: A Mesmerizing Bundle

by Nadia Nightside

  I was, in every sense, Dawn’s everything.

  My thoughts were heady with this sense of power I now held. I didn’t entertain any thoughts of slowing down or moving in increments or having any moderation. I wanted Dawn’s every heartbeat to be dedicated to my glory as her Master and God.

  “You’ve loved me for a long time, now.”

  “I’ve loved you for a long time, Master.”

  “You’ve nursed this crush for too long.”

  “I’ve nursed this crush for too long, Master.”

  “You need to be with me.”

  “I need to be with you, Master.”

  Her body convulsed as she came, again.

  How far could I fuck up her values with this much cum? I had to find out. I had to know if I could rearrange her entire philosophy. A lifetime of study and hard work, desperately flailing against the system...could I reverse it? Could I change her that much?

  Only one way to find out.

  “It’s right for men to be in charge of women.”

  “It’s right for men to be in charge of women, Master.”

  It was easy. She flopped over with a smile on her face. Relieved, even. Happy to give in. She wanted to hear what I had to say, and she wanted to believe me. Fingering herself while I rewrote her every last value.

  “You love being subordinate to me.”

  “I love being subordinate to you, Master.”

  “Women belong on their knees before strong men.”

  Her grin was almost manic. Fingering herself more furiously than before. Turned on by her corruption. Maybe this is what she thought all along. Maybe that's why she fought so hard against it.

  “Women belong on their knees before strong men, Master.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with patriarchy.”

  She nodded, eyes blank and face needy. “There’s nothing wrong with patriarchy, Master.”

  “You’re nothing but a hot, simple-minded fuckslave.”

  “I’m nothing but a hot, simple-minded fuckslave, Master.”

  I couldn’t stop myself. I took her other hand and had it wrap around my cock as I kept feeding words and phrases into her mouth, into her core, into her every atom of being.

  It was addicting, corrupting, compelling, unstoppable. I filled her mind with the most debasing, devaluing thoughts I could think of. She had been a proud lesbian fighter of patriarchy and the male order. I transformed her, command by unstoppable command, for over an hour, with her eyes blank and white the entire time. She was my loveslave. She was my fuckpet. She was my bimbo lovedoll. She knew that thinking wasn’t good for her. All she wanted, all the time, was to obey me and give me pleasure. All she was good for was breeding and giving me pleasure. She wanted to give me babies. She wanted to be filled with my seed at all times. She would be obedient and quiet, happy and eager, soft and gentle, and would display her body for my pleasure.

  I came all over her body, my cock unleashing torrents of gooey, hot strands. I fucked her while I tranced her. I fucked her while I fucked her mind. I did everything I could think of. She called me her God. She knew it to be true.

  By the time I was done, she was everything that she wasn’t before.

  God help me, but it felt so fucking good to do it to her.

  * * * * *

  The night progressed and I didn’t leave. Inside of Dawn I had unleashed a true sex kitten, a force of nature who was hellbent on delivering to me the most perfect pleasures that a beautiful, virgin-to-cock, freshly-brainwashed lesbian could provide. She screamed with furious passion, calling me her King, her Master, her God, her Maker, her Destroyer, her Lover, her Everything.

  And I had made all of it happen, load by load of lifegiving cum flooding into her fertile fuckdoll body.

  Sometime around dawn, I still furiously fucked Dawn from behind. For the seventh or eighth time.

  “Fuck me, yes!” she moaned wildly, her body thrashing into mine. “You're so fucking good, Master! Oh my god! You're my God! Give me your babies, oh my god, Masterrrrr,” she was crying, moaning, a beautiful sack of pleasure and unrestrained emotions. Nowhere near under control. “I love you. I love you. I love you so much, oh fuck, please, please cum, please!”

  Behind us, the door busted open. Standing with her gun out was Celise. Her beautiful face contorted with shock.

  Unable to stop myself, I came—but made sure to do it outside of Dawn's body. Into the bed sheets, in a rather diminished puddle. Give a guy a break. I had cum maybe twelve times in that last twenty-four hours.

  “Dawn? Dawn, are you okay? I heard—”

  Slowly, Celise's gun slipped down. She tugged at her jacket, not understanding.

  Her voice became very quiet. “I heard...screaming.”

  She stared at me slowly. Her gun came up, and then it went down again. I truly had no idea if she was going to kill me or arrest me.

  “I love him, Celise. I’m so sorry. I...I love him. He’s...” Dawn gulped, her hand sliding down to my cock, stroking it unconsciously. “He’s my everything. I don’t want to be with you anymore, Celise. I don't love you. I don't think I ever did.”

  Even Dawn looked flabbergasted as she said this. There were two directly opposing ideas pushing in on her mind—her love of me, so freshly minted and with every new thought and touch of my body giving her near-orgasmic thrills. And then her long-established, dozen-year long love of Celise. Heartbreak filled the room. My cock pulsed with sick, twisted arousal, knowing what I had done.

  And maybe it was that little pulse of evil arousal at their destroyed life together that gave me some manner of reflective pause.

  Both of them turned to me, searching for some kind of explanation.

  Okay. I said it before. And I thought I meant it then.

  But this had really gotten out of control.

  # # #

  Owning My Ex

  On her knees in front of me was Dawn. My beautiful, dead-sexy boss—or maybe now she was my old boss, since I had made her believe that giving her business to me was the best option for her bimbofied, simple little mind.

  We were in my small kitchen. Dawn had begged to suck me off the second we walked through the door, and that was the nearest place for it. The linoleum was wet with puddles of my cum that had dripped down from her face and tits. Her hot, liquid arousal intermingled with my juices on the floor. Nearby was a small table I had one arm on for support, but really, I didn’t need the help. I felt stronger than I ever had in my life.

  Naked, with hot fuck-me heels on her feet, Dawn looked beautiful as always. Her hair was golden and long, stretching down to the middle of her back. I ran a hand through it, staring at her blank white eyes with lust. I could say anything right now. Anything at all, and she would believe it. She would believe so hard that, if I wanted, I could make her forget that she ever believed anything contrary.

  Her beautiful, model-worthy face was sticky with my cum. I used a finger and slid it around, letting her suck it in. Over the past six hours or so, she had taken in more of my hypnotic spunk than almost anyone else, and she kept taking more.

  Whatever was happening to me—to give my cum so much power over women, to make them believe anything I said after they took it in their bodies—it was also making my loads heavier and more frequent. Even though I had drained my balls into Dawn’s beautiful formerly lesbian body for hours now, I was no worse for the wear, and ready to go another six hours of hot, intense, furiously breeding-centric fucking and cumming.

  Oh yes, I wanted to breed her. I was in love with the idea. Mad with it. I wanted to fill her up with my cum. There’s something about the feeling of being superhuman that makes you want to spread your seed around—to create more and more of your progeny wherever you go. Just ask Dracula.

  “You’re in love with being my breeding bitch.”

  “I’m in love with being your breeding bitch, Master.”

  I smiled roughly, wrapping and re-wrapping my hands in her sexy, long, soft hair.

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nbsp; At this point, I was just playing with her body and her mind. None of it was really necessary anymore. I’d rearranged her life completely. Just an hour before, we arrived at my small apartment after I forced Dawn to break all ties with her old lover, Celise. The beautiful dark-skinned detective had no idea what to make of it all—she and Dawn had been loving partners for a decade or more. And then one night, everything changed. Thanks to me.

  It was Celise’s shock that saved me. Otherwise, she might have shot me and Dawn both in her grief. As it was, she merely collapsed into the kitchen, spreading out on the floor and crying.

  A part of me wanted to give Celise some of my cum, right then and there. My heart went out to her, after all. She was so sad, and I could have made her feel amazing. I could have had her thanking me for doing this to her. The heady thought of that nearly won me over—but enough was enough. I took the giggling, fuck-happy Dawn home with me, hoping perhaps to trance some sense back into her and think some morality back into myself.

  And yet here we were—with Dawn on her knees, just having finished off another dense, sticky load of my cum down her throat.

  “You love looking hot for me.”

  “I love looking hot for you, Master.”

  I don’t know that I’d ever wanted to fuck someone quite so badly as I wanted to fuck Dawn.

  With Mallory, it was all different. She was like my girlfriend—and our initial sexual contact had been entirely her idea. And with Lori, the shift had occurred so gradually, and in the midst of me having constant fuck-sessions with Mallory, that I forgot in some ways to even feel amazed that she wanted me.

  But with Dawn...with Dawn. Oh god, with Dawn.

  Her lesbian cunt had been completely untouched by cock before she had mine. Her body never once tasting a man’s sperm. Never once feeling that hot spray of masculinity on her luscious curves. Never feeling a man’s hands slide through her hair, wanting her totally. Loving her for the way she gave up everything to him. No, that honor was mine and mine alone. All mine.

  “You’re mine,” I growled. “All mine.”

  “All yours, Master.”

  Forever, if I wanted it that way.

  She was my bimbo slave now. All thoughts of being superior or even equal to men gone. Her entire life as a woman’s rights activist totally annihilated under the fury of my mind-shaping cum. And god help me, but it turned me on to make that happen.

  Some part of me said, “Don’t worry. You can change her back whenever you like.”

  But a more severe part of me, a more honest part, knew that if I changed her at all it would only be to increase her transformation. How far would I push her? How far could my cum take her?

  In the lusty madness of the night, I saw no real reason not to keep trying to find out.

  “You are my bimbo slave.”

  “I’m your bimbo slave.”

  “You know men are superior to women.”

  “I know men are superior to women.”

  “I’m your Master. Your Daddy. Your God.”

  “You’re my Master. My Daddy. My God.”

  All of this had been established long ago. It was just hot to see her snooty, superior self taken down to this degree. Completely under my male control. I felt justified, primal. I felt like I was re-establishing the order of how things should be between me and her.

  And the bit about being her Daddy...I couldn’t help myself even there. The incestuous implications of my relationship with Mallory—even though we weren’t related at all—were too hot not to keep deepening with my other pets.

  Mallory’s deep issues with her family had allowed me to, accidentally, take advantage of one of her most serious kinks—that being, sexual attraction to family members. Now, Mallory thought of me as her Master, but also her big brother, and herself as my slave and little sister. She loved it. I couldn’t help but try it out with Dawn as well.

  “You love me.”

  She stared up at me with worship. “I love you, Master”

  “Baby?”

  A door clicked shut. Mallory was home.

  Fuck. She wasn’t supposed to get done with Lori until morning. I had ordered her in person, and then later in a text, to lick Lori's pussy all night long—still remembering, of course, to tell her to do her morning duties and to come make me breakfast. But...

  Man. It was morning. Thin strands of early morning light struggled through the closed shades. I had closed them, of course, to prevent anyone from seeing what I was doing. Shadows crept up along the walls of my apartment. There was nowhere to hide in the kitchen. Not even a blanket or a towel or something to cover the eerily arousing, whited-over look of Dawn’s eyes.

  “Master?”

  “Baby...Master...?” Dawn echoed softly.

  Shit. Shit. I rushed to the door to try and intercept Mallory before she walked into the kitchen...but too late. My gorgeous girlfriend-turned-loveslave-turned-little sister-turned-even-more-intense-loveslave flipped the lights. She could see everything.

  “Is that...is that...”

  An incredulous, aroused smile arrived on her face. “Is that Dawn? Holy shit, Master...”

  Mallory had apparently gone to the 24-hour gym before arriving here and after fucking Lori’s brains out. I had little doubt about the latter—I had ordered her to do it, after all.

  She wore flashy red sneakers and tall white kneesocks. Thick, beautiful dark hair done up in a gorgeous, long pony tail. Her cloth shorts clung to the sculpted ass that she worked so hard to keep in perfect condition, just for me, and her beautiful, massive tits were displayed incredibly by her teensy blue sports bra. She told me that she liked to go to the gym early and fuck with everyone’s day—to let the guys know who they would never fuck, and the girls know who they ought to look like. Her advantage, she said, was that all she cared about was pleasing one Man...and that singularity of purpose allowed her to make all the sacrifices she needed to keep her already tip-top body in amazing order.

  “Is it Dawn?” Dawn’s voice still so soft and heavy with arousal, repeating Mallory. “Holy shit Master.”

  “Hey, what’s wrong with her?”

  Mallory walked up to Dawn, snapping her fingers. No response.

  “Dawn, are you okay?”

  “Mmmhmm.” She licked her lips.

  “Why are her eyes all white like that?”

  I grabbed Mallory and roughly escorted her out of the room, trying to ignore Dawn’s soft chants of repetition. The situation was untenable, and no matter what, I didn’t want to fill Dawn’s head with our discord.

  Mallory was laughing at the proceedings, turning to try and get a good look at Dawn still. But I took us to the bedroom and shut the door.

  “Master, you know I love the rough stuff, but why can’t we invite Dawn?” She laughed. “You two are roleplaying or something, right? Like with hypnosis? Did you get her high or drunk or something?” She frowned. “No. You don’t like drugs. Lori told me so. So...what...”

  Mallory looked at me now with an intensely curious, almost scared expression. She tried to walk past me, back into the kitchen. I grabbed her again.

  “I would like to see her again, Master.”

  “No. That’s not going to happen.”

  “You’re acting really weird, V—” she stuttered, clearly distressed. “Master, I mean. Don’t you trust me? What’s happening?”

  “I can’t...”

  I sat down on the bed. Immediately, she slid up on my knees before me, her perfect body crushing against mine. Worried that she had distressed me. God, she was so slender and perfect. I wanted to fuck her rotten right there on the carpet. I was still naked, and my hard-on oozed precum right in front of Mallory’s face. The slow spurting and sliding of sticky, gooey liquid seemed to calm her. She licked her lips, staring at it.

  “What if I...sucked you. We can just...forget about...anything...”

  With her this distracted, I felt like I could reveal everything. I don’t know why. I could have just
as easily have fucked her thoughts away like I had before. I could have made her forget the entire incident. But something—I thought it was my sense of morality at the time—made me tell her the truth.

  “I’m controlling her.”

  “Of course you are. You’re such a man...”

  Her eyes shone, staring at my cock. The precum was too distracting, and she had already been tranced into believing that she loved the thought of me fucking other women—hell, of even seducing women for me. I ripped a sheet from the bed and wiped it away, shuddering slightly. Boundlessly energetic or not, my cockhead was extremely sensitive these days. Then, I held Mallory’s face in my hands, looking at her sternly.

  “Listen to me, Sis. I need my baby girl’s attention.”

  I knew calling her that, my “little sis,” would really set her on edge. I wasn’t quite so sure about “baby girl,” but it seemed to do the trick.

  The thought crossed my mind suddenly that if she had a huge, hard kink for being my little sister, then being my daughter would probably set her off just as much...but I pushed that away. Another time. Maybe.

  “Yes, Big Bro. Anything you say.”

  “I control Dawn. I control her completely. My cum controls her.”

  “Sure. Why wouldn’t it? You’re such a man. You’re—”

  “No. Listen. I own her body. Her mind. Her soul. It all belongs to me. My cum is...it’s powerful, somehow. Hypnotic. The women who take it in—taste it, feel it in their pussies, whatever. They go into a trance. And while they’re in that trance, I can tell them anything I want, and they’ll believe it.”

  She sat back, her head tilting like a dog trying to figure out the dogs it heard on a television. She looked at my cock, and then back at me.

  “Control them. Women. With your...cum...”

  Her hand went up to her tits, tweaking a nipple. I could see the soft glistening of arousal developing down her thighs, pushing through the cloth of her tiny shorts.

  “Oh wow, that’s...that’s so wrong. And it’s...it’s pretty hot, wow...”

  She pushed back further now, looking at my cock and naked body with equal parts desire and fear.