The truth dawned slowly on Robert. Without meaning to, precum sputtered wildly from his cock, milked so perfectly by the heavenly slave angel adoring him with her cunt.
“Y-you killed him?” Robert stuttered.
Joslyn nodded, eyes hopeful. Her lovely face was flush with fear, though—fear that she may have disappointed her Master somehow.
“Isn’t it perfect?” Maria moaned in his ear. “He was breaking the rules. Trying to have one of your girls as his own. I heard what you said to Quinn. That’s not allowed.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
How had he let things progress this far? How had he...
Maria ripped at her negligee, tearing it off completely. Hot spurts of cum, preludes to his real orgasm, shuddered up into her cunt and sprayed against her delicate walls as he witnessed the jaw-dropping display of her tits. Her complete lack of shame at the act—her willingness to do anything, go anywhere, for his love. For his service.
“See?” Maria moaned. “I knew it would turn you on. Wanting us to do anything for you. Willing to kill for you. We had to show you Master...”
Joslyn was on her knees now, crawling next to Natalie. All three girls soon were staring up at him, worship in their eyes, lust on their faces, so eager to please.
“We had to, Master,” cooed Natalie.
“It was so right, Master,” nodded Joslyn. “So right. He was in the way. He was in your way.”
“No one is allowed to deny you, Master.” Quinn licked his thigh. Her tits, naked like Natalie's and Joslyn's, pressed hard against his calves and knees. He stood in a sea of titflesh. “Nobody can stand in your way.”
He had to get away. This was so wrong. This was insanity. This was exactly what he had been afraid of. Ruining lives. Ruining people. Killing people.
He struggled to step away from Maria, but her grip was too tight and the slaves packed too close. In a shuffle of bodies, he landed on the ground with Maria just beneath him. She moaned with bliss at the sudden hard, forceful thrust he delivered as a result, his cock still directly inside her. The other girls soon crowded around his body, kissing him and licking him, moaning their worship.
“I didn’t care about him anyway, Master,” moaned Joslyn, pushing on his back with her massive tits. “So it’s okay. He deserved it for defying your will.”
“It’s okay, Master,” cooed Quinn. “You’re the only male who matters.”
“The only one,” nodded Natalie. “You’re the only one who can get us so fucking pregnant. No one else is allowed.”
Either through Maria’s suggestion or his subconscious desire, he had made this happen. It would not have been hard to imagine Maria dazzling the other slaves, keeping them in line, whispering all the dirty, horrible things that she knew their Master desired and oh fuck why was he fucking her harder than ever before?
“Fuck me, baby,” Maria moaned. “Get me pregnant. You know you can. You know you want to. Shoot that hot unprotected load into my cunt and o-oh! Oh fuck, yes, darling, just like that!”
Her words trailed off into a blissful scream as Robert’s piston-like thrusts reached their zenith, unloading into his pet with all the cum stored in his balls. Each of his girls moaned with orgasm as he felt his own, hips rapidly smacking into Maria’s perfect thighs and ass.
The cum exploded out of him with a force he had never felt before. He honestly felt worried for Maria's safety for a moment, before remembering how perfectly he had constructed her cunt for his purposes. She took it all, cumming as his thick shotgun load slammed against her g-spot again and again. And the other girls, rubbing their clits as they slid their hot, heavy-titted bodies on his form came with their Master and Mistress, moaning their worship with happy, vacant smiles.
All that force had seemingly left Maria dazed, a pleasant and distant smile on her face. Normally she recovered right away.
Perhaps he had been more turned on by what she did than he would have cared to admit. He pulled out of her, shaking his head softly, and immediately another slave took her place. These worshipers of his were inescapable. He did not know if he wanted to escape at all.
“Master.” Joslyn was suckling the head of his cock very gently, stroking him just right. “May I be next, since I did your will so very right?”
Tomorrow, he decided, tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow would have big changes.
But for now...for now, he was going to enjoy this.
His stamina was inhuman, like much of him. Cumming multiple times in a row was not an issue for him.
“That’s right,” he said, pushing Joslyn on her back. He slipped his cock between her massive tits, holding one each as a handle. “You’re next doll, and I want you cumming for me as much as you can.”
Of course she did. She was a good slave, just like he made her.
* * * * *
Sheriff Miles Hanson looked at Luciana wistfully. When he married her, she’d been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But ever since leaving that damned Sunshine Insurance office yesterday, all he could think about was that amazing beauty, Maria. She had a way of creeping on a man’s mind, stunning him at first, and then slowly eating up his remaining thoughts and ideas...
It was just past dawn. His police station was small, little bigger than the Sunshine Insurance place. The sheriff’s office faced the front door of the station. So, when Robert walked in, he could see him immediately.
Hanson walked out to meet the man. “What do you want? Didn’t you get your jollies yesterday with all that warrant bullshit?” He wagged a finger. “You ought to know I’m working on it.”
“I have something else entirely to talk to you about,” Robert said.
The sheriff crossed his arms. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“I’m here to turn myself in.”
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Owned: The Rival
“I’ve already told you what happened.”
Sheriff Hanson leaned forward. “Tell us again.”
“Yeah,” said Deputy Luciana, Hanson’s wife. “Only try and make sense this time.”
Robert struggled. They had been at this for more than an hour now, and it was getting harder and harder to dance around the truth.
The truth deserved to come out, but it was insane. Robert could barely believe it himself. How would he make these two believe that the most rational explanation for everything that had happened was that Robert had, for lack of a better word, superpowers?
It was insanity.
Not that he was a superhero, goodness no. If anything, he’d been behaving rather a lot like a supervillain. He had an office full of four drop-dead-gorgeous utterly dedicated slaves, each of whom he had modified in some way to make their obedience eternal. That was why he needed to be locked away again.
Robert had powers. If he touched a person’s skin, he could unleash that power, changing them however he liked. Yesterday, he had altered the chubby blonde Quinn into a ravishingly voluptuous redhead who could rival any pin-up model on Earth. She had been furiously in love with insurance salesman Caleb; now, she was Robert’s cumslave, living only for her next shot of his life-fulfilling seed.
To make matters worse, he emitted some manner of pheromone which cultivated attraction in whatever women were close to him. So—the equation became simple: women near him wanted to touch him, and when he touched them, he changed them.
And it had to stop.
Yesterday, Joslyn—the boss of the insurance office where he worked, a woman who he had changed from a haggard forty-four year-old mess into a twenty-something big-titted sexpot—had killed her sick, bed-ridden husband in the hospital. And all because somehow the idea had gotten in her head that no other male was good enough for her, and that anyone pretending to be had to be dealt with permanently.
That was mostly Maria’s doing. An Olympian-class beauty who had Robert wrapped around her seductive fingers as much as he had her mouth wrapped around his cock, the two of them had been en
gaging in a sick game of escalation over the past week or so once Maria had discovered Robert’s powers. The statuesque beauty’s greatest kink was power, and that translated into her erotically perfect understanding that Robert was her King and that she had to be his perfect slave.
Having Maria as a sexslave was quite fine by Robert...but her lust for power did not simply cease with the knowledge that Robert had power. She wanted to see him exercise it in increasingly forbidden, taboo, and wicked ways.
Hanson knocked his knuckles on the table. “We’re waiting, buster. You’re saying you want to be locked away. You won’t tell us for what crime. What do you want us to do about it?”
The sheriff looked like he belonged on a cigarette advertisement on a billboard, the kind with mountains and horses. He was deeply tanned, with thick carefully combed hair silvering neatly. His wife Luciana was at least twenty years his younger, a lovely young Latina who kept herself in remarkable shape. Her biceps and shoulder muscles flexed underneath her tight uniform as she watched Robert with an unwavering gaze.
“Look, I...” he shook his head. “I have an influence, okay? When people are near me for too long—women—they get...affected. And then things start going wrong. We have sex. Lots of sex. And they become...obsessed.”
Luciana and Hanson exchanged a glance. After a moment, both burst out laughing.
“You can’t be serious,” said Sheriff Hanson. “You want us to lock you up for getting laid?”
“And being good at it?” Luciana asked.
Hanson glared briefly at his wife. Luciana didn’t seem to notice. Her gaze smoldered on Robert.
She was, he noticed, an extremely attractive woman. Her hair was thick and chestnut with several streaks of blond.
“It’s not like that,” he said. “It’s not just getting laid. I...I touch them, and then they change.”
“You’ve got some kind of infection?” asked Hanson.
“No.”
“Are you drugging them?” asked Luciana.
“No.”
Robert could quickly see where this was going. Discrediting. Forgetting. He had to say something dramatic.
Sheriff Hanson wiped a hand down his forehead. “Then I don’t see what—”
“Kyle Park is dead. Murdered. I am involved.”
He could not bring himself to say “guilty.”
Both cops stopped.
Hanson nodded at his wife. “Go.”
When she was gone, presumably to investigate, Hanson sat down in front of Robert. Slowly, he took out a pair of handcuffs and locked Robert to the metal ring in the table.
“Let’s start again,” said the sheriff. “From the beginning. And don’t leave anything out.”
* * * * *
“Robert is your Master, but I am your Mistress.”
“Robert is my Master, but you are my Mistress,” echoed Natalie.
Maria smiled. Her enhanced eyes were working wonders on the thoroughly enslaved Natalie. Robert had modified them, changed them, so that if she were to look in the eyes of another person long enough, then that person would fall under her control: relaxed, sedate, and tranced.
Her green eyes sparkled with power, brilliant in their emerald shades, ever-changing and shifting depending on the light in the room.
They were in Maria’s condo—or, more appropriate, Robert’s condo, as everything Maria had she gladly gave up to her Master. The two of them sat on a bed, fingers clasped together, nipples brushing against nipples.
Natalie, young beauty that she was, wore a delicious pink push-up bra with matching stockings and thong panties, tall platform heels decorating her feet. Maria herself wore only a pure white lace bustier, no panties, her heels an inch taller than Natalie’s (naturally), wrapping up her sculpted legs with long ribbons of sexy silk. Their hair, both sets preternaturally long and thick, melded together in a voluminous pile on the bed.
“I’m your Big Sister,” said Maria. “Your Mommy. I know best.”
“You’re my Big Sister,” said Natalie, voice a breathy monotone. “My Mommy. You know best.”
Maria, so far, had waited patiently for her Master to return from his trip to the store early that morning.
He had kissed her on the head, said, “Need to do a few things,” and then left.
That was six hours ago, though, and Maria was beginning to fret. Robert liked to go to work even though they hardly needed to anymore—between his power and her beauty, they could have anything they wanted. If the Sunshine Insurance Office closed down completely, she had enough savings from years of donations from lovestruck would-be lovers to last them for several years.
Their life needn’t be anything more than fucking all day and owning new girls every night, if he wanted.
Maria so very much wanted him to want that. She knew it was what he deserved.
“You’ll always obey me, so long as it doesn’t conflict with anything Master says.”
“I’ll always obey you, so long as it doesn’t conflict with anything Master says.”
“Master comes first. Master is supreme. Master is God.”
Natalie was fingering herself obediently with her free hand—had been for more than an hour now as Maria worked on her. “Master comes first. Master is supreme. Master is God.”
“I am perfection. I am the living embodiment of beauty. I am beyond mortal. I am divine.”
Maria took great pleasure in the softening, worshipful edges that had been added to Natalie’s expression. She was such a beautiful girl—created in Maria’s own image with Robert’s power. It was only right that she was Maria’s first disciple.
“You are perfection. You are the living embodiment of beauty. You are beyond mortal. You are divine.”
Maria moaned at hearing the words. “Again,” she commanded.
Natalie’s monotone voice became heated, sensing her Mistress’s arousal. “You are perfection. You are the living embodiment of beauty. You are beyond mortal. You are divine.”
“Yessss.” Maria arched back, touching her heated pussy with complete arousal.
There was a knock at the door. Joslyn and Quinn, Robert’s newest additions to his harem. They had dressed up, as Maria told them to, in some of her finest designer clothing.
Joslyn looked ready for a night on the town, a double-wrap blue minidress clinging tight to her slender, busty frame with its audacious 36E-sized tits. Two days ago she had been a strung-out forty year-old with a rapidly developing alcohol problem eating away at her health.
Now, she looked easily no older than twenty-one, with a face that could land her on the runway of any fashion show in the world. The clingy nature of her dress—designed for Maria’s only moderately less busty frame—was far too tight to allow for a bra, but it hardly mattered. The tits of Robert’s girls were buoyant, gravity-defying, and perky at every size.
Tight blue leather boots wrapped up to her knees, with a blue collar and leather blue gloves wrapping past her elbow to complete the look. Her hair, golden and thick, stretched past her ass in a long flowing waterfall of locks and tresses.
No one would mistake Joslyn for the boss of an insurance company now. All they would see was a hot fuckdoll waiting on her Man’s word to suck his cock at a moment’s notice.
Quinn, the newly re-formatted redhead, was dressed similarly, but in yellow instead of blue. The bright color contrasted nicely with her brilliant red locks and deeply bronzed skin.
Maria took Natalie by the head and softly laid her down against her inner thighs. Obediently, Natalie began kissing and licking her Mistress's divine skin.
“Is there a reason you’re interrupting me, ladies?”
They both wavered, wringing their hands. It was Joslyn who spoke. “We’re sorry, Maria, but we’re worried about Master.”
Maria’s ire began to rise. “Have I told you that you needed to be worried about him?”
Quinn was obviously cowed, but Joslyn held strong. “No.”
“Then why would you think
it necessary to—”
“The police called me. About the sick man. They want me to come in for questioning. They said if I didn’t, they would track me down and arrest me.”
A cool sliver slipped over Maria’s heart. “I see. And why does this make you worried about Master?”
“I’m very certain I covered my tracks when I did as ordered and eliminated the sick man.”
The “sick man” was Joslyn’s husband, dead now. But she barely had recollections of his name, and recalling that they had been married would have been very difficult indeed. With Maria’s insistence and encouragement, Robert had reformed Joslyn’s memories to only ever remembering being married to Robert himself. And so Joslyn's concern now was a wifely concern, terribly distraught that her husband, and master, might be in danger.
“So?” Maria said. “Obviously you are mistaken. Someone saw you. Someone noticed.”
“I thought so too,” said Joslyn. “But if they didn’t, that means that somehow the police have their hands on Master.”
Her Man was too strong, too powerful, too perfect for the notion to hold much weight in Maria’s mind at first.
But then, he had been gone a long time. And while she adored encouraging him to greater depths of depravity, he did need a lot of encouraging. He wasn’t yet quite the King he was destined to be, in her mind. There was a lot of second-guessing, a lot of wavering, a lot of guilt.
Could all that guilt have convinced him to give up his freedom?
“We’ll go down to the police station in a few hours,” said Maria. “Stay on the offensive.”
She stood up from the bed, enjoying the mournful little coo from Natalie at no longer being able to kiss her MommySister. Maria stretched this way and that—hardly necessary, as Robert ensured her body was permanently lithe and flexible, never any soreness or stiffness—but it was fun to show off.
“Should I change?” asked Joslyn, tugging at her expensive, delightfully revealing dress.
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