Taking Total Control: A Mesmerizing Bundle

by Nadia Nightside

  They hung up in unison, each dialing a new number on their own phones, and beginning again. “I'm just a stupid slut...”

  Warren, smiling, showed his phone to Tasia and the social media feed, where those same exact words were posted again and again on the girls' newsfeeds.

  “This is Belle and Katie,” Warren explained. “I've had them call a number of their associates. Family members. Old boyfriends and girlfriends.”

  Tasia's eyes widened a bit. That was...sort of diabolical. These girls were humiliating themselves on every stage of their lives. Anyone who knew them would know that they were just calling themselves stupid, cockloving whores.

  “They were very rude to me. Do you know what they did?”

  Of course she didn’t. She let her Master talk.

  “They tried to kick me out of my own place of work. They wanted to endanger my life. My livelihood.”

  Rage rose up in Tasia. These bitches. These cunts. How...how dare they? Master was too good to ever deny. He put a hand on her shoulder, calming her.

  “But we’ll see if they can make it up to me. Perhaps their minds have changed. Your God is a forgiving God, Tasia.”

  He snapped his fingers. Instantly, the two girls straightened, shaking their heads slightly, as if coming out of a trance. They turned their phones off and threw them away.

  Was that what it was? Was that...had her Master done that to her? With the watch?

  Intense feelings of calm suddenly sat down on her brain. Who cared? He was perfect. Let him do what he wants.

  Belle and Katie slowly came out of a long daze, and when their eyes refocused, they saw Master waiting for them to speak. Warren wrapped his hand on Tasia's ass, gripping hard. Tasia started breathing fast, her pussy leaking down past her thighs.

  “We’re so sorry, Sir,” said Belle.

  Katie nodded. “Yeah. Super sorry.”

  “It was totally wrong for us to think we could do the show without you. How could we possibly?”

  “We couldn’t possibly. We're just stupid sluts.”

  Belle pouted. “Really, super dumb whores. We have to work for you again. Please, Sir?”

  “Please? We’ll do anything.”

  Warren smiled. “Anything?”

  “Oh yes, anything!” they said in unison.

  “I want you to suck my cock.”

  “Oh my god!” Belle’s face brightened immediately. “God, I thought you would...you would want me to burn down a hospital or rob a bank or something insane.”

  Katie nodded. “Right? I thought he would like, want us to wrestle in mud or take food from children or something. We’d be happy to suck your cock, Sir.”

  Belle nodded. “Oh yes. So, so happy.”

  His grip on Tasia's ass tightened.

  “First, you two should kiss.”

  Katie nodded urgently, eyes wide, sliding her mouth into Belle’s, and they kissed passionately.

  “Katie's never kissed Belle before,” he informed Tasia. “I made sure she still had a crush on her. And Belle has one on Katie. Neither is quite sure the other is really attracted to her, so they're always going to be trying to prove it to one another. You see?” He pointed, watching Katie stifle hot little moans as she ran her lips down Belle's luscious neck. “I'm not so bad a guy.”

  He sounded somewhat like he was trying to convince himself.

  “You're wonderful, Master,” said Tasia.

  Soon, he tired of the show, and wanted to join in himself. Tasia led him to where she had set up a mattress, at his orders. King-sized and big enough for all of three of them in the middle of the warehouse. Nearby were a series of pillars and an old table that once held some kind of robotic arm.

  Warren undressed completely, all three girls waiting on the bed for him. Touching one another at his order. Tasia's hand in Belle's pussy, Katie's hands in Tasia's pussy, Belle's hands in Katie's pussy. Rubbing clits, moaning softly as they waited.

  Tasia had never touched another woman like this before. She didn't care. It was so, so right to do whatever her Master suggested.

  He approached with his cock already fully hard. Smiling, he slid the length across Belle's face, then Katie's, and then finally Tasia's. Each delivering soulful kisses to the shaft as he crossed their paths.

  In short order, Tasia was the only one left on her knees, sucking her Master's cock lovingly. |To his right was Belle, to his left Katie. He kissed one while the other cooed in his ear or cheered on Tasia, and then he would switch off. When one of the girls whined enough, he pushed Tasia off her knees, having her switch places with Katie. Then Belle sucked him as the other two performed as before. And so on this circuit went for several minutes, getting him excited enough to fuck one of them.

  But who would it be? Tasia prayed for herself...but Master had eyes especially for Belle, it seemed.

  He pushed the dark-haired, big-titted beauty down on the mattress, spreading her legs wide. His hands gripped those big, fake tits, squeezing tight and wrenching this way and that, until Belle squeaked in pain. That made him grin. Then, shuddering and heaving with heavy, aroused breaths, he shoved inside of her cunt.

  “Fuck,” he stuttered, entering her whole-heartedly. “You're...you...are you a virgin?”

  Tasia had taken to tracing Master's back muscles with a longing finger, adoring the firm musculature he boasted. His body was so perfect. She saw no flaws, anywhere—just like he had ordered her.

  “Yes, Master,” said Belle. Any pain that she might have felt had been wiped away with the pleasure of obedience instilled in her. “Is that acceptable?”

  “No...I mean, yes.” He grunted, pushing in and out, clearly hard as a rock. “I'm just...fuck. Surprised. It's perfect in there.”

  “Lots of girls get pregnant on their first time,” Tasia suggested, kneeling down next to Master. “Maybe Belle will too?”

  “You'd like that, huh? For me to get her pregnant?”

  Tasia nodded intently. “Yes, Sir. You deserve pregnant sluts worshiping your cock with their fertile little bodies. Doesn't he, Katie?”

  Katie looked dazed from lust. All this talk of pregnancy, fucking, had an effect. “Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes. And me too? And Tasia? All of us pregnant? You can do it. You're so fucking virile...”

  “B-but me first?” Belle moaned. She was gyrating her hips, eager for more movement of his cock. “Please? Fuck me, Sir, please! Teach me a lesson! Teach me how to serve you. I'm just a stupid slut. I won't know how to do it unless you show me.”

  Her voice was husky, lustful. All of their voices were. Warren thrust harder inside of her, gathering her legs up under his arms. Her knees pressed against those big fat tits, the angle of his penetration deep.

  “Yeah, do it, Master! Teach her!” Tasia kissed and bit his shoulder. “Show her what it means to obey.”

  Katie nodded. She had her hands wrapped around Belle's throat, restricting her airflow. The positioning made it easy for her to kiss Master again and again as he drove deeper into Belle's virgin-tight cunt.

  “God, yes,” moaned Katie. “I want to watch this bitch strain from your big cock, Sir. Please? Won’t you teach her?”

  “Yes!” Belle’s eyes glimmered with need. Her voice husky and low from Katie's choking. “D-do it! Show me how wrong I was for defying you. Please, won’t you?”

  In that moment, Tasia’s heart filled with community and love. They all wanted the same thing. They wanted their Master’s vindication; they wanted their Master to feel the absoluteness of power that only he and he only deserved.

  “Do it, Master,” Tasia urged him. “Please. We all need it. We do. Cum in her. Oh god, please, cum in her now!”

  “Ruin my life, Master.” Belle urged him. “Own me with your seed.”

  “Yes, Master, please!” Katie choked Belle harder now, restricting her voice entirely. “She won't be able to do anything when she's pregnant. You'll tear her life apart. Do it, please! Do it! Fucking ruin her! Ruin her body! Ruin her life with your seed, oh
god Master please!”

  His thrusts became wild and fast. There was no stopping him. Tasia's heard overturned with pleasure and lust as she watched him empty inside of Belle. His seed overflowed from her cunt, spilling out onto the mattress below.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  Tasia said it in time with the other three. In her orgasmic haze, she could not tell truly whether it was her voice or theirs that she heard as she wrapped her body in a loving embrace around her only true reason for living. Her hand took a hold around her Master's cock, and she was surprised and even a little scared to find it still hard. How was he doing it?

  Master turned then to Katie, ordering her to spread her legs.

  “Do it,” Belle urged in her cumdrunk voice, wrapping her hands around Katie's throat. “Ruin her life, Sir. Fill her up. Get her pregnant. Ruin her forever...mark her as yours.”

  Tasia's jaw trembled with lust as she watched her Master's wicked grin. She knew he would have no mercy on Katie. None at all.

  * * * * *

  Warren sighed. Contentment. That was this feeling. Belle still happily marrying her mouth to his cock. Vow after vow of obedience and trust.

  Tasia was wrapped under one arm, Katie the other. Their noses cutely snuggled one another on his broad chest.

  The day was done, and a complete success. But he still had to attend to his wife. And the loan shark. And Saturday's show.

  He thought he knew very well how ready he was. But truly, he had no idea.

  # # #

  Revenge on His Snobby Step

  Sometime in the night Warren decided that the best possible way to celebrate his complete ownership of three gorgeous women was to do so on an enormous pile of cash. He had the cash already from the bank—a great big bag of it, and every last bill entirely for his benefit. He was rich; he was in total control of three beautiful women; he was brimming with the need to fuck their fertile, beautiful bodies and own their entire selves in more and more ways.

  They were all dolled up just for him. Belle, who previously had hated the idea of her magician's outfits, had led the charge for wearing them. Master deserved his dolls all dressed up, after all.

  So she was dressed in gold, a tight leotard that wrapped tight around her sopping wet cunt, smoky black stockings on her legs. Little feathers in her cap—she looked like a show girl in a Vegas show. Her would-be lover, Katie, wore much the same outfit, except in red instead of gold, and with taller heels (she was a bit shorter than Belle, after all). Her long, luscious legs wrapped around Tasia's body, her nipples hard as flint.

  And Tasia herself had taken immediately to wearing the outfits—because Warren had instructed her to, of course. But of the three, she had the most “magician's assistant”-like outfit—a parody of a tuxedo with flamboyantly low-cut cleavage, and a short white gloves that sparkled as she ran them up and down Warren's cock. Her top hat was abandoned on the floor, knocked off several times during their exaltations of lust.

  Fucking on cash seemed obvious; so obvious, really, that he almost felt bad for not doing it first thing. But he was still less than twenty-four hours in at being a mind controller, a thought fucker, a soul-altering hypnotist who could irrevocably shift the thoughts of the women he desired. And so, he thought, perhaps he was being too hard on himself by not immediately thinking to have three women suck and adore his cock while he lay back on an inches-thick pile of cash on the small spare mattress in his workshop.

  It wasn't as if spraying their willing, coaxing cunts with his life-giving seed all over his office and workshop was exactly wasted. He imagined they would all be pregnant soon enough. They insisted they were done with birth control.

  The workshop was more of a warehouse, a large space with one office in the front and a wide, open area in the back that used to be used for assembling some kind of furniture. Many of the fixtures and tables remained from the previous owners. Before, Warren had never had the cash to cart the stuff away. Now, he had sort of gotten used to it all. A sort of drudgery-rustic look. It suited his temperament. Besides the old equipment, the warehouse was full of Warren’s assorted tricks and illusions, all the gear that a magician needed to make his act work.

  Being a hypnotist was a crowd-pleaser. But being a magician paid the bills—or so he had thought, until he hypnotized a woman at a bank to pay all his bills.

  Now, his assistant Belle rubbed her massive, enhanced tits on one leg. On the other side was his other assistant, Katie—who formerly had believed herself completely, secretly in love with Belle. It had been a simple transference to make Katie understand that who she truly was crushing on was Warren, and that her closeness to Belle had only been to encourage Belle to fuck Warren with her.

  Katie, after all, wasn’t enough of a woman for Warren all on her own (or so Warren made her believe.)

  The two assistants stared up at him with total adoration in their eyes, loving his body, running their tongues up and down his sturdy abs and the bones of his pelvis, biting occasionally with open lust into the thick muscled meat of his thighs. Warren was a showman; he had to keep in shape.

  But the star of this little show, for now at least, was Tasia. She had been a pawn shop owner, grieving over a dead husband. Now she was Warren’s number one cockslave—even if only for the duration of being able to suck his cock by herself. Her body was long and slender, like a willow, her skin the color of caramel. Her hazelnut eyes were large, pleading as she worked her hot mouth up and down his rod.

  They weren't really people to Warren anymore. They were slaves; they were holes to fuck and use at his leisure. Maybe he would change them back, some day. But he doubted it. This was how life was supposed to be.

  “God, do it,” Belle urged Tasia, as she worked up and down Warren's rod faster. “Make him cum again. I can’t believe he’s still hard.”

  “Me neither.” Katie nodded. “We’re so lucky to have a Master with so much stamina.”

  In truth, Warren was getting a little tired, after a marathon session of fucking all through the night. But every time he held the watch—the source of all this new power—he found himself fully invigorated and ready to fuck and fuck with these women once again (and again).

  The watch was in his grip now. And looking down at the three lovely women beneath him, licking and kissing him, everything about their austere and regal beauty completely vulnerable only to him, all he could want was more.

  Perhaps three was enough, a part of him said. Perhaps it’s enough even, for just one beautiful woman to want to suckle and worship your cock until the end of days.

  But a greater part of Warren niggled away at this lofty, high-minded sort of thinking. He wanted more. Why shouldn’t he have more? Wasn’t he doing these women a favor? They had been so sad and angry before. Belle, plotting only for personal success and abandoning all loyalty and friendships. Katie, living in a world of unrepentant and un-returned lust for a woman who now would lick her pussy at Warren's merest suggestion. Tasia, grieving for a dead husband who would never again hold her. All of that forgotten now, and all because of Warren’s work.

  And there were so many other women he could improve. Namely his wife—who soon wanted to be his ex-wife, and his sister and his sister’s lover. All three had wronged him. All three could learn a thing or two about respect.

  Six special cocksluts, made to adore his greatness. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

  Tasia choked urgently, eyes filled with pleasure and just a tinge of fear. Lost in the thoughts of teaching those other spiteful bitches a lesson, Warren had been fucking Tasia's mouth urgently from his back, holding her hair and jamming his cock against the back of her tight, hot throat. Slowly, he relented, letting her breath once more. She seemed both relieved and a little excited—like maybe he would do it again, soon.

  Instead, he had Katie fetch his phone. In a few moments he was making a call.

  Even though it was impossible, he could practically hear the extended, exaggerated sigh of exasperation bef
ore his stepsister Joan answered the phone.

  “What is it, Warren?”

  “It’s lovely to speak with you too.”

  She was straight to the point. “What. Do. You. Want?”

  “I’d like to meet with you.”

  “I have nothing to say to you. God, you don’t take a hint, do you?”

  Two days before, Joan had done her honest best to humiliate and debase Warren as best she knew how, and essentially disowned him in front of her lesbian lover. It still stung. It would probably continue to sting, Warren rationalized, until he had properly hypnotized her and made her sacrifice her male virginity up to him as atonement.

  “You gave me much more than a hint, as I recall.”

  “Then you’re too stupid to take much more than a hint.”

  “All the same. I’d like to meet you. Please.”

  Tasia was doing something terrific and ticklish with her tongue. A long, mad laugh started to fall out of his mouth, and he wasn’t able to cover up the receiver in time.

  “What are you—” he could feel the outrage in her voice. “Are you laughing at me? No, fine. I will meet you, then. I’m going to say some shit to your face, Warren. Two o'clock. At my house. We’ll be waiting.”

  Warren tossed the phone aside and smiled, looking down at his girls. He had held off on his orgasm long enough. And even though he was surrounded by three beautiful women, his thoughts as he came and showered their needy, pleading faces with his white hot seed focused entirely on his Joan. Beautiful, beautiful Joan, who he wanted for ages—that was who he wanted dripping with his sheets of hot spray, that was who he wanted moaning orgasmically from just the touch of his precious seed running across her lips and cheeks.

  * * * * *

  Detective Catherine Autenberry cleared her throat several times before knocking on the door. It was mid-morning, just past ten, and she was looking forward to getting this done and returning to her desk. Despite her excitement at finally being in the field, and by herself to boot, she was also missing the familiarity of her desk. The place where she was in control, where there were no curve balls, where she knew just what order to follow.