After nearly a minute of pumping into Quinn, Robert pulled out from her with a light popping sound. But he wasn’t done. Maria knew he wasn’t.
This was about Natalie. Something about the day’s events made him want her more than any other. Maria wasn’t about to stand in his way.
“Go on, Sir,” she cooed. “Fuck my little sister. Please? My little sisterslut. I know you can’t stop yourself from fucking her any longer...and you shouldn’t. She’s all yours. All yours, forever.”
His gaze fell on Natalie. Her slender, tiny body, so utterly fucking breakable. His cock, already hard, somehow grew even larger right before Maria's eyes. She moaned, needing to see it grow more.
“You want to break her on your cock, don’t you Master?” Maria cooed into his ear. “You want to make her fucking feel your glory, don’t you? It’s so fucking hot, the thought of fucking my sister right in front of me. And look at how she’s dressed up for you. Dolled up for you...just for you. It’s so sexy, isn’t it? God, don’t you just want to destroy her little teenage cunt?”
He clearly did. In mere seconds he had Natalie’s knees drawn up against his chest, her heels clacking together just above their point of entry. Taking her roughly against his body, he slammed his cock into her cunt viciously, not holding back in the slightest.
She was so tiny beneath him, so exquisite and beautiful. Maria pushed on her God's back, needing to feel him as he violated her little sister so expertly.
“Fuck!” Natalie cried out in ecstasy. “Oh fuck, oh god, oh Master, Master! Daddy!”
Maria moaned with need, watching her Man, her King fuck her little sister so rotten. She leaned harder on his hips—one of her favorite positions while her Master fucked another slave—increasing the force of his thrusts and feeling the satisfying thumping that came with every new thrust into her sister’s virgin-but-for-Robert’s-cock, hot, young, pussy.
“Oh god, yes,” Maria moaned, cheering in his ear. Her voice, while exultant, was never more than a breathy whisper. Her Master didn't need her shouting in his ear. She was his cheerleader, his partner, his confidant, and she knew he wanted to hear the sultry sounds of her voice as they ached quietly for him to dominate Natalie totally. “She wouldn't fuck you for so long,” Maria cooed. “But you made her. You made her. You're a God. You're her God. You are God. Fuck her, baby. Fuck her, my King, please!”
“Yes, please, Sire!” Natalie gasped. “Fuck me! Oh god, my God, fuck me! Get me pregnant please, Sire, my King! I need your fucking cum in me, please!”
Maria watched with abject amazement as Robert picked Natalie up, cradling her tiny body against his and powering her down onto his monster cock. Maria bit into his shoulder, crying out with agonizing ecstasy at the display of his power. Her slippery cunt slid up and down his backside still, pleasuring her needy clit while he fucked the shit out of her little sister.
“Do it, baby,” Maria moaned. “Do it. Oh God, my God, do it please!”
Finally he emptied into her, biting Natalie’s shoulder with abandon and leaving a heavy, red mark there. Natalie, half-conscious, stared up at him with open adoration in her Maria-like deep green eyes, a sultry gaze that promised eternal obedience to his will.
For several minutes, there was no sound but the satisfied coos and moans of his slaves, and the heavy sighs of Robert. Maria stared up at him with love and hope—her plan seemed to be working totally.
Once he knew that this was what he could come home to at any time; once he knew that this was the life he deserved, he would never want anything else. He had too much power to want anything else.
She watched, cunt dripping, as he put a hand on the ragged bite mark on Natalie’s shoulder. A second later, he removed his hand and the mark was gone.
Maria’s pulse quickened at that display. Using his powers to hide brutality had never quite occurred to her before, but it seemed like an obvious extension now.
Why, he could beat her, choke her, batter her...and she could beg for more and more, knowing that she was subject to the righteous and brutal love of her Master like no one else. And at the end, no matter what state he had put her in, he could simply reverse all damage like it had never happened.
“You had Quinn working,” he said after a moment, “and Joslyn. But not Natalie. Why?”
She smirked. “Because hierarchy is sexy, Master.”
“Hmm?”
“Some slaves are better than others. If I’m better than the other three, then certainly my sister is better than the remaining two, isn’t she? Some of your slaves, those more naturally gorgeous, deserve higher places in your harem. Made only for pleasure and adoration. Their hands unspoiled by labor. But those who require more work...” she sniffed arrogantly, looking down at Joslyn and Quinn, barely cognizant as they swam in their Master's cum. “They are very pretty. But only because you made them so. And isn’t it hotter, knowing that even in your exclusive club of fucksluts, only some get full privilege and access to your cock more than all the others?”
“Yes, doll. That’s...that’s a good point.” Her words had gotten to him, she could tell. His voice was thick. “Natalie really got to me. She looked so hot on all those furs, those pillows, like a real harem girl. Something about the way her heels pressed against the pillows and furs, it was just...goddamn.”
Maria logged that information away for further use down the road.
As he spoke, she noticed that his cock—still hard, fuck! He was such a fucking God—slid out from Natalie’s tight teenage pussy. Cum leaked out after it, the girl practically filled for life after the several loads he had pumped into her. No doubt she would be pregnant for sure, so long as that was what Robert desired.
“I notice you’ve exempted yourself from that hierarchy.”
“Not exempt,” she smiled, taking his cock in her hands. “Merely at the top. Subservient only to you. Isn’t that what you want?”
He nodded. “Very much. But, I also wanted you to cook. Or don’t you remember?”
“Yes, Master, I remember. It was my idea that perhaps my abilities were better spent elsewhere, more of a general, than someone who leads in the field. Doesn’t it turn you on to know that your darling fuckwife never gets her hands dirty unless she has to?”
“It does. But lots of things turn me on. I’ve heard your side,” he said, taking hold of her throat gently, “and I’m overriding it.”
A gentle rush of bliss washed through her as her Master’s change pushed through her body.
Maria loved cooking. It made her feel whole; made her feel wonderful. Providing her Master with a lovely, delicious meal was a thrill that was eclipsed only by tossing around her magnificently haughty attitude, showing off her body, and pleasing him physically.
Even better was the fact that he had let her know that he had changed it. She could revel in the new obedience even more by knowing that just ten seconds before, her attitude toward cooking had been muted at best.
A little tear had formed at one flawless emerald eye. Robert sat up, concerned. “Too much?”
She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a long, melting kiss. Little tears kept falling down her cheeks. “I just love you so fucking much.”
Maria could feel that the answer pleased him. “I love you too, doll.”
That was the last thing she heard before his hand clamped down on her throat again, hard cock shoving inside her cunt, and her mind blinked off with bliss.
* * * * *
Robert drifted back awake after a few hours. It was late in the evening outside. Beneath him, Natalie obediently suckled at the thick head of his cock.
Maria was nuzzled against his bare chest, her body naked save for her glamorous heels. A hot trail of shiny dried cum was visible from her abdomen down past her thighs—she made him gush like nothing else. She had been awake for a while, it seemed like, and when she saw him stirring, her smile was cautious and needy.
“You’ll stay, won’t you? With us?”
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bsp; Even after all her efforts, Maria was still clearly worried about Robert’s intentions. He felt it even despite all her efforts, all her thrills and planned pleasures. Her life and her happiness was still totally contingent on him remaining as powerful as he ever was...and on owning as many women as possible.
All it would take would be for him to think the thought, and her entire mental processes would change. She would forget all about her desire for more power, forget all about her need to see him mighty and cruel.
And yet, that would take the very best part of her away. That simple, needy arrogance; her unflinching willingness to do whatever she needed to make him the most powerful man around because her own ego wouldn’t let her belong to anyone less.
He kissed her forehead, heart skipping still at the simplicity of being able to perform such an act to such an unimaginable beauty, which a month ago would have been the most ludicrous fantasy imaginable.
“Of course, love. You provided a very good case.”
“I just love you so much, Robert. I can’t imagine you going off somewhere...being restrained again. It’s anathema to me.”
He stroked her hair, staring deeply into her eyes—those brilliant emerald eyes that would destroy anyone’s will but his own. “We need to form some kind of plan, though.”
“Plan?”
“For the cops.” He considered. “And for Estelle. I’ve been thinking about her threat to take us over. Why not let her? Put her in charge of it, even, until we meet the COO ourselves. And by that time—”
Maria nodded urgently. “By that time, you’ll be in total control of Estelle! Oh Master, I love it!”
“So.” He drummed his fingers across her hard oblique muscles, taut and perfect. “We invite her to the Sunshine Insurance office. Tonight. Tell her that Joslyn is capitulating totally. Have Joslyn tell her that.”
Maria shoved the dozing Joslyn in the face with her foot. “Do you hear that, girl? Master is honoring your name. Pay attention.”
Joslyn’s eyes immediately snapped open. “Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Master. What’s up?”
But Robert continued talking to Maria, as if Joslyn were beneath his attention entirely. Maria felt her cunt pulse at the gesture. “Joslyn tells Estelle to come over, and then we take Estelle. Then, we convince the cops to do as we say.”
“You could take them too, Master. Luciana wants you. I saw it.”
“We convince them. That’s all.” He frowned. “Maybe just a convincing for Estelle, too. This core group...this is good. I know what to expect from the four of you. Too much and it gets unwieldy.”
Maria took his cock in hand, sliding it with quiet, aching urgency. “You only need to order me, Sire. I can take care of the rest of them for you. I enjoy it.”
Robert smiled. She was more of a harem manager than an office manager, wasn’t she?
“Whatever I say, goes. I just haven’t made up my mind yet.”
Her smile indicated that she was fairly certain she knew how she could convince him. But, then another thought seemed to occur to her.
“I’ve been wondering, Sire...do your powers work on yourself?”
Robert had wondered such things in the past. In fact, he was decently certain that he had already used them on himself. Certainly other men didn’t stay hard after having the cum of their life in a supermodel-class beauty. And they weren’t ready to go with an even bigger load just minutes later. But those changes, if in fact they were changes and not just byproducts of his natural proclivity for being a fuckstud alpha male (in biology, if not quite yet in psychology), were subconscious.
“Don’t you like me as I am?”
She looked shocked. “Of course I do, Master! Have I ever given you reason to doubt?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. You’ve always been complimentary.”
Her smile returned. “My point was merely to point out that if you were a bit taller...then I could wear my tallest heels, and still only come up to your chest. And if you were a bit stronger, then you could probably fuck me against the wall for hours and hours. That’s all.”
She said it in such a way that indicated the thought was a passing one, a mere chance inspiration, and not the guided missile of arousal targeted directly at his kinksets that she knew it to be. Robert knew she knew what she had done, and Maria knew that he knew she knew...but this was the game they played.
He had her slide up to his body, taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock. Instinctively, she began to stroke.
“Why, Master, you could make your cock bigger right now and just...make it so big that my little, delicate hand wouldn’t even be able to fit all the way around it. You'd have to change my body to accommodate it...so that I could fuck you better than anyone else could.”
That was too much. As she watched, Robert unleashed on himself, growing his cock in her grip until, indeed, her hand couldn’t even fit all the way around it.
* * * * *
For a long time, Maria had made an intricate, lovely game of seducing men to the point where they would be willing to do anything for her. She was a qualified expert in bringing them right to that special point of blueballs where their judgment evaporated, and any suggestion she had was taken for gospel—and then she could make that state last for months and months, milking their bank accounts dry.
It was a fabulous game for her, one that made her feel valued and adored without all that stupid bullshit about love and reciprocation with so-called “men” who obviously didn’t deserve even a fraction of her time.
And now, once Robert entered her life and revealed his Holy Power to her (she capitalized it in her head now, as she did several terms relating to Him), so much of that teasing and seduction made perfect sense. For example, it had given her a hot sports car to drive around, so she looked like a total fuckqueen in her hot body with a hot car to match, unavailable to anyone but the absolute best Man alive.
For a more pertinent example, she considered as she waited in the Sunshine Insurance Office late that evening, all those designer clothes and thousand-dollar pieces of lingerie that she had made men buy her made perfect sense now. At the time, she bought them because they were expensive and pretty, and she had loved expensive, pretty things.
Now she knew she had them because she was a decoration—a feast for the eyes to be truly enjoyed only by her Master.
Her outfit was amazing. She wore an expensive green gown with a long scooping neckline layered with priceless emerald stones. It had a wide slit on one side, exposing the entirety of one flawless leg and nearly all the way up to her sopping wet cunt, covered again in emerald-encrusted silk panties. Black diamonds shined on her ears, her wrists, her six-inch tall heels. Her gloves, sparkling green, wrapped all the way up to her elbows. She was a queen, an empress, a goddess, and she very much looked the part.
All of her countenance, her expression, her attitude bespoke her exclusivity, her arrogance, her ability to be beyond anyone but Robert.
Estelle strolled through the door thirty minutes after the agreed-upon time. She wore a tight gray pantsuit. Following after her were the still rather dazed-looking of Sheriff Hanson and Deputy Luciana, a smattering of hopeful lust in her eyes..
Maria, Robert, and company had arrived an hour before, getting everything ready. The inside of the office was cleared out, like a classroom preparing for a circle discussion. All the cubicles and tables had been pushed away to make room for a wide, open area. If Maria knew anything, it was that presentation was everything. Robert waited in the office, with Natalie obediently slurping his cock, while Maria waited to greet to their guests.
Natalie had on a gown of her own, sparkling white and dripping with deep flawless diamonds. It was just a little less expensive than Maria's—which was, naturally, the point. Her white leather-gloved hands couldn't make it all the way around Master's cock either, and in fact had a harder time of it than Maria's.
Estelle eyed Maria up and down, clearly hoping that th
ere was some flaw she could tear down in the woman’s appearance. But even in the extravagant gown, Maria didn’t look whorish. Simply elegant, beautiful, and perfect.
As always, Maria noted.
“What’s this all about?” Estelle asked. “Where’s Joslyn? She told me she wanted to settle things for good.”
“I’m right here,” said Joslyn.
The police and Estelle had approached Maria quickly in the middle of the office, summoned simply by the beauty of her presence. That allowed Quinn and Joslyn to emerge easily from their hiding space behind a rearranged cubicle and lock the front door. Sheriff Hanson’s hand immediately went to his gun.
“You open that door right now, or I draw.”
“Oh, dear,” said Maria, “don’t do that.”
She took Hanson by the sleeve and guided his eyes to hers. With all the power at her disposal, power given to her by her Lord and Master, she focused on bending Hanson to her will completely with her hypnotic gaze. His gun fell to the floor, and his eyes quickly glazed over.
“What are you doing?” said Estelle. “What the hell is happening? Stop looking at her. Deputy, do something!”
But Luciana was transfixed too. Robert had shown himself at the door of Joslyn’s former office, his pants undone and his wet cock hanging out. He crooked a finger and she walked forward, mouth hanging open with drool quickly slobbering down. Joslyn and Quinn snuck up behind her and undid her gunbelt, but the sneaking was hardly necessary. She was totally gone, obsessed now with the sight of the mammoth, mouthwet cock of her newest crush.
In short order, Luciana was tied to a chair. She only started to squirm when Robert’s cock faded from view, but by that time it was too late. She was tied firm to the chair. A lusty stain appeared on the front of her pants.
“Miles?” she asked, her thoughts returning to her. “Miles, you have to...you have to stop looking at her!”
She was talking to the sheriff about Maria, of course, and the effortless manner in which the dark-haired succubus had completely entranced Luciana’s husband. He slowly took off all his clothes, leaving himself in his underwear, and then used his own handcuffs to attach himself to the radiator. It was cold outside, and the radiator blaring hot, but he nestled against anyway. It would probably leave a long, vicious burn along his skin.
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