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Collected by Djian
updated sep 15 2010

MF/f, nc, mindcontrol, humil, incest, D/s, slavery

The Slave Pit
by unknown

In the course of one's life, a person can discover extraordinary things
in ordinary places. My extraordinary discovery came when I was
shuffling through the occult section of our university's private
collection. There, I came upon a dusty, leather bound book, whose pages
felt as if it were at least 500 years old. Surprisingly, the contents
were very readable, and described the fashioning of potions for various
purposes. What truly excited me was the section about sexual potions.

The author, whoever he or she was, was clearly quite interested in the
field, as about one quarter of the book was devoted to explanations,
experiments, and pictures detailing the creation of some very
interesting potions.

Needless to say, I was intrigued. I copied down one formula for a
sexual potency potion that would supposedly allow a man to have as many
orgasms as he wished, and would maintain his erection as long as he
desired. The ingredients were a trifle obscure, but not hard to locate.

Once I had them all together, it was difficult to find a time when I
could be in a lab by myself for a few hours. One evening I discovered a
chem lab left open by an errant student, and entered.

It took a little more than an hour to grind the materials, cook them,
and combine them as the instructions in the book had specified. When I
was done, the lab stank (but no more than was usual for chem labs), and
I held in a graduated cylinder a clear blue liquid. I had checked to
make sure none of the ingredients were poisonous, so I figured "What
the hell?" and downed the potion in one gulp.

The liquid burned my throat as it slid into my stomach, but it had
tasted quite sweet on my tongue. I waited a moment. Nothing happened. I
breathed. Still no nasty side effects. I strolled over to the door,
locked, and then whipped out my dick. I slowly began jacking it as I
dreamt of Kirstin Corkey, a beautiful girl in my class who wouldn't
give me the time of day. I imagined her before me, begging me to stick
my rock hard dick into her cunt. After a couple of moments, I felt that
familiar pressure, and then I came.

It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. My come seemed
to squirt out of my dick like hot fire, sending me through the roof. I
cried out accidentally, but fortunately no one heard me.

When I finally came down and examined myself, I found I had spewed more
jism then I could ever remember. It coated my dick and my hand in a
glistening off-white sheen. I found some paper towels and cleaned
myself up, noting all the while that my erection had failed to subside,
and rather than feeling ultra-sensitive the way it usually did after
orgasm, it felt like it was ready to do it again.

So I tried it. The resulting orgasm was slightly less intense, but I
wasn't complaining. After three more orgasms, I was convinced that the
potion had worked, and that the crazy old author of that book had been
a sheer genius. I cleaned up myself and the lab, and went home,
dreaming all the while of what other secrets the book held.
It held MANY more.

The most interesting entry was the last in the book. It gave a detailed
description of a potion which would allow one person to control the
thoughts, feelings, and awareness of others. The ingredients were very
hard to come by, but with the success of the first potion as evidence,
I decided to pursue them.

It took me about two months of driving everywhere before I finally came
up with all the ingredients. By then, the quarter had changed, and I
had signed up to be a lab assistant. As such, I had a key and 24 hour
access to the lab.

Ingredients in hand, I waited impatiently for night to come. Around
10:00 PM, I headed over to the lab with the ingredients and a pot of
strong coffee. The recipe called for several hours' work, and I didn't
want my attention span to fall off.

At around 5:30 in the morning the next day, it was all over, and I held
a slightly amber fluid in a test tube. I gazed at it for a while,
before quickly downing it in one gulp.

A sound from behind me nearly made a sewage plant out of my jeans. I
whirled around to see another lab assistant standing at the door,
trying to get his key out of the lock. He finally managed to pull it
out, turned, and saw me.

Trial by fire, huh? I thought to myself. Oh well, here goes. I tried to
project a sense of routine, that this sort of thing had happened every
day and was something to be forgotten.

The change over the lab assistant's face was remarkable. It went
straight from surprise to nonchalance. "Hey," he said calmly, "how goes
it?"

"Oh fine," I answered, "just fine." I cleaned up my stuff, gave another
mental command to forget all this happened, and went home to crash and
sleep the day away.

A few more days' practice revealed more and more flexibility of this
mind power. I found I could attach mental projection fields to areas or
objects, and those that passed through them received their
instructions. I spent one afternoon watching everyone entering the
library sneeze when they touched the door handle.

This was beyond my expectations, beyond my dreams. I could do ANYTHING.
I quickly returned to the library. Fortunately for me, the old book was
still lying there. I grabbed it, and skulked my way to the front desk.
I projected at the desk attendant to ignore me, and started to walk out
with the book under my arm right in front of his face. He simply went
on with his filing, and didn't spare me a second glance. I ran all the
way back to my room, and hid the book in the back of my underwear
drawer. Typical, I thought to myself.
It was time to have some fun..

With my new found mind powers, I set off that evening to see what I
could do. I proceeded down the three flights of stairs in Plot Dining
Hall to the local student union, named the Bottomless Pit. It was
called that because of its depth and because of the all you can eat
weekly pizza nights, which was a popular social gathering and study
break.

When I arrived, it was fairly crowded. I ordered a slice of pizza and
coke, and sat down at a table by myself to check out what fun I could
have. I saw several likely prospects walk in and out, and I dreamed of
all the possibilities. While I was waiting, I set up a general field of
ordinariness, to make sure that anything unusual I did was just taken
as an everyday occurrence. That was when Kirstin walked in the door.
She was accompanied by two friends of hers, one of whom I recognized as
Jennifer Costas, a pretty coed I had had in a couple of bio classes.
Kirstin walked up to the counter, and I admired her large breasts, long
flowing brown hair, and lush ass. I checked myself from ogling too much
as Kirstin and her friends ordered a pizza. After getting their pizza,
they sat down not too far from me next to one of the televisions in the
Pit.

Just then, a very silly fantasy movie started on TV. The opening shots
were of a white togaed slave girl running from some evil guys in black
furs. It was campy and pretty lame, but as I watched an idea suddenly
stuck me. I looked at the movie, back to Kirstin, and then at the movie
again. I decided that wasn't such a bad scene after all. In fact, I
thought that I might try it out.

I set up a mental field that projected to everyone but Kirstin the idea
that it was really time to get going, while I suggested to Kirstin that
she sit and wait for a while. Quickly, everyone else disappeared from
sight. I set up a repeating field outside the doors that the Pit was
closed and there wasn't anything going on inside. I then got up and
locked the doors. Smiling inwardly, I moved over to where Kirstin was
sitting. Putting her into a light trance, I began to give her verbal
commands backed up with mental authority:

"Kirstin, listen to me. We're going to play a little game called
Alternate Life. In this alternate life, you are a rebellious slave girl
who's run away, and I am your Master. When we start playing, you will
find that you can run around the Pit, but you cannot leave. You cannot
get the doors to open. I will chase after you. You can do anything you
want to get away, short of causing me true physical injury, until I
manage to tackle you to the floor. Once you are on the floor, you will
find that you can no longer get up until I say so.

"In the alternate life, Kirstin, you have a deep subconscious desire to
be used and degraded. It makes you sexually aroused, even though on a
conscious level you revile those feelings. This chasing and struggle
will make you burn with lust, though you try to suppress it. Also, in
this alternate life, my penis is a magic penis. Whenever it fucks you,
it will feel like the best thing in the entire world. After the first
time it fucks you, you will know that you need to be fucked by it again
and again. You'll do anything to get it back inside you because it is
the best thing you have ever felt. Do you understand everything I've
told you?"

"Yes," Kirstin said dreamily.

"Repeat it back to me."

She did so, and it seemed that I had gotten out all the rules that I
had thought of. "All right, Kirstin. When I clap my hands three times,
we'll start to play Alternate Life. When I clap them three times again,
you will go back into this trance state. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I smiled and backed away. Kirstin still had that dreamy look in her
eyes when I raised my hands and clapped them sharply three times. The
look then quickly changed to puzzlement and then a slight hint of fear
as she saw me across the room.

"No!" she cried. "Not you!"

"Oh yes," I said in reply. "You've been a very naughty slave, running
from me like that. I intend to teach you a lesson."

"NO!" Kirstin looked terrified as she ran for the door. I rose my hands
and prepared to clap just in case the suggestion hadn't worked and she
walked through the doors. However, much to her alarm and my delight,
she seemed unable to figure out how to make the door work.

She whirled to face me. "What... what are you going to do to me?"

"Do?" I replied. "Why, I'm going to grab you, throw you down and then
fuck the living shit out of that pretty little cunt of yours, slave."

The effect of those words on Kirstin was interesting and arousing. Her
eyes seemed to widen with a mixture of fear and suppressed lust, and I
saw her hand unconsciously twitch towards her groin. "No," she said,
slightly less defiantly, "I'm not your slave! I won't let you touch
me!"

"You're wrong," I said, and started to move closer. "You are my slave.
You belong to me, your soul and your body. I can use you any way I
please, and you'll enjoy it."

"No I won't!" she cried and ran past me, throwing me aside as she
passed. She ran to the other end of the room, putting a table in
between us. I felt like we were in a sitcom as I chased her around the
table. Finally, I threw it aside. She cried, backed up, a look of fear
and suppressed lust on her face. I lunged after her. She backed into a
table, fell down and I leapt on top of her. I had her.

"You're mine, slave. You know you want me!"

"No, please, don't." She struggled against me with her arms, trying to
throw me off of her. She was surprisingly strong, and she actually
managed to push me off of her. However, when she tried to rise, her
legs simply gave out from beneath her. She was still following my
rules, I was glad to see. I lunged over on top of her again, this time
bracing myself so it would be more difficult for her to throw me off.
Leaning most of my upper body against her chest, I reached down with my
hands and began to slide her skirt up her legs. She put her hands on my
shoulders, and began to try and push me off of her. "No, please, I'm
not your slave, I don't want you to do that, NO!" I had managed by then
to slide her skirt most of the way up, enough to get at her panties. As
I touched them, I noticed that they were soaked through. I smiled. She
was really wet, ready for the next stage. I noticed that as I explored
her panties, her struggles became less concentrated, as did her
protestations. I pulled down her panties, and she suddenly was
struggling again. "No no no NO! Please don't!"

"Slave, prepare to receive your master's cock!"

"You are not my master! I am not your slave!"

I managed, with some difficulty, to unzip my fly and take out my dick.
It was rock hard. I placed it at the very edge of one her labia. She
tried to close her legs, but I spread them open with my knees. Her
struggles subsided again as I began to slowly brush the tip of my cock
up and down the slit of her opening.

Kirstin's reaction was remarkable. She closed her eyes and began to
moan softly. Her breath was becoming shorter and shorter. It seemed my
magic penis was already starting to have an effect. Her pussy was
extremely wet, and it seemed to be getting even wetter as I ran the
head of my dick up and down her slit. Her struggling stopped and her
hips began to thrust ever so slightly in my direction. With this
encouragement, I pulled my hips back and then rammed my cock home, deep
into her cunt.

"OH YES! GOD YES! OH JESUS CHRIST FUCK ME YES!" Kirstin screamed out as
I began to pump my cock in and out of her. Her cunt was so slippery
that I thought I might slip out accidentally if I wasn't careful. Her
hips bucked against me as she thrashed around on the floor in utter
fuck lust. I slid my hands under her shirt and felt her large breasts
through her bra. I pumped in and out of her silky pussy. She continued
to shout, "OOOOHHHHH GGGNNNNN FUCK FUCK ME FUCK ME ohhhhhh feels sooooo
gooood don't stop don't stop please fuck me fuck me God yes your cock
fucking me feels SOOO GOOOD AHHHH OH YESS!" She grabbed me in a fierce
embrace and bucked against me in a tremendous orgasm. I continued to
fuck her hard, and I felt my own orgasm building. As hers subsided, I
pounded into her harder and harder. I felt it growing in my balls,
moving through my stomach, and then, as I slammed home one last time, I
felt it pour through my dick into her warm pussy, spewing come into her
cunt in one the best orgasms I had had since I drank the original
potion. I held her against me closely as I came down from my orgasm. I
was pleased and surprised to discover she was kissing me as she moaned,
softly now, "Ooooh yeah baby come inside me come with your gorgeous
cock."

As my breathing returned to normal, Kirstin began to move underneath
me, trying to coax me back into fucking her again. "Want more," she
moaned, "more cock more fuck more come more more more." I opened my
eyes and found her looking at me as I said, "No," quickly pulled out of
her and stood up, my cock still rigid.

Kirstin looked stunned. "Please," she begged, "please fuck me again.
Please please, I need it, I NEED it, I need your cock inside me,
PLEASE."

"Your master only fucks good little slave sluts who don't run away. You
have been very bad. I don't think you deserve my cock." I slowly began
to stroke myself for emphasis.

"Oh no, please, Master, please, I'll be good, I promise, I'll obey.
I'll be a good slave, just please fuck me again, please."

I pretended to consider for a moment. "Come here, slave." Kirstin
started to rise, as I shouted, "On your knees, bitch, like the slave
you are!"

"I'm sorry, Master," she mumbled as she crawled over to me. She stopped
at my feet, her head gazing at the floor. I grabbed her hair and pulled
her head back. She looked up at me with longing and fear. "Please,
Master, I need it so bad. I feel empty without it. I'll do anything you
want, just please fuck me again."

I held her hair with my left hand and slowly stoked my cock over her
upturned face with my right. "You'll have to prove your worthiness to
me."

"How do I do that, Master? Please, I'll do anything."

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm your slave, Master. Your loyal slave, your plaything who you love
to fuck. Please fuck me master."

"You'll have to be more persuasive than that. All my slaves love to
talk about what good little dirty slave sluts they are. They love to
use words that make them feel degraded and used. You know those words,
slave bitch. Use them often, your master likes to hear them come out of
your mouth."

"Oh yes Master. I'm a little slave slut, your little whore. God, I love
for you to fuck my slutty cunt with your hard cock. I'm your bitch,
your slave, your slut. My cunt is yours to use and fuck, please fuck
me, fuck your little cunt."

As she talked, I stroked my cock faster. Her talking dirty was really
exciting me, and she looked like she enjoyed every word. Her gaze got
progressively more and more slutty as she went on. "God, your little
slut needs it bad in her pussy. Her little twat needs your hard fuck
tool inside. Ride me Master. Use my cunt, fuck me like a toy, I'm your
toy, your little fuck toy."

"My pretty little slave, I'm going to come soon." My hand was moving
more rapidly up and down my cock, and I could feel the jism boiling.

"Are you ready to receive your master's sperm?"

"Mmmm, yeah, come on my face, Master, come on your pretty little
whore's face, come all over my face."

Kirstin's encouragement was all I needed. "Here it comes, you cunt slut
whore... UnnnnnNNNNNGGGGGG!" With one final jack, a burst of come flew
out of my cock and landed with a wet splat on Kirstin's pretty upturned
face. A few more jacks, and soon her cheeks were covered in pearly
white come juice. "Oh God yes, come all over my face, I love it, God it
feels so dirty so good and dirty and bad." Finally I was done. The
orgasm had been great, and my magicked cock was still hard and ready.
Kirstin looked entirely satisfied with her come covered face. "Lick up
your master's come, slave. Enjoy his gift."

Kirstin brought her hands up and smeared my come all over them, then
licked her fingers and palms clean. "Master, your come tastes soooo
gooood. I love it when you come on me. It makes me feel so dirty."
I considered what to do next. Kirstin was going to be fun, but I knew
that I would want more playthings. Suddenly, a great idea occurred to
me. "Your master is willing to forgive your running away-"

"Oh THANK you Mas-"

"BUT," I continued, "you must catch me more slaves now."

"What?" Kirstin said after a pause. "I don't understand, Master."

"Since you almost cost me one slave, namely yourself, you must now be
my new slave catcher. You will find pretty girls who will please me,
and you will bring them to me." Another idea occurred to me. "Clean
yourself up, and then come with me."

"Yes Master," she said meekly. She went into the bathroom and came out
a couple of minutes later, still looking puzzled. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to get something to help you catch slaves," I told her.
She followed me meekly out the door.

We moved quickly to my car. I played the gentleman for a moment and
unlocked and opened the passenger door and helped her in. She smiled at
me with a crazy lustful look in her eyes, which almost made me want to
stop and screw her again right there. But there was work to do. I
hopped in the driver's side, and we took off. I drove quickly down to
the local adult book store and toy shop. "What are we doing here,
Master?" Kirstin asked.

"We're going to pick up a few things," I told her again. "Come with me
and be quiet until we leave the store."

"Yes Master, whatever you want, your slut cunt will obey."

I felt my cock stiffen again at Kirstin's nasty talk. I tried to hide
it as we stepped inside the store. I moved past the racks and racks of
amateur porn and into the B&D toy section. Leather harnesses and body
piercing equipment abounded. I searched the racks for a moment until I
found what I sought, a studded leather dog collar and leash. Noting the
lack of video surveillance, I suggested to the cashier that he ignore
us as I took the collar from the store.

Outside, I set up a strong field around the collar that would last a
long time. It caused women who wore it around their necks to suddenly
have a deep, unconscious need to be used in a sexual manner, and would
provide great amounts of pleasure and satisfaction from degrading
sexual behavior. The wearer of the collar and the holder of the leash
would also be "invisible" to others; it would project a field of
casualness and "nothing is wrong here" to people around it.
The wearer of the collar would find it impossible to remove, their
hands simply fumbling around the clasp. It would give the holder of the
leash slight control over the collared person, allowing him or her to
order the collared person to walk or sit or freeze, but nothing else. I
didn't want to make it TOO easy for Kirstin.

"Listen to me slave," I said. "you will take this collar and catch me
new slaves with it. You must lure them into your room at school, and
then get the collar around their neck. Once you have done that, you can
command them to walk, sit, or freeze, and no one will bother you. Bring
them then before me, and I will give you more orders when they are in
my presence. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. Will you fuck your slutty slave again soon?"

"When you bring me my next slave, I promise you will be covered in my
come. Does that make you excited?"

"Mmmm, it makes my little pussy wet just thinking about all your juicy
come, Master." Kirstin emphasized her point by rubbing her pussy
through her skirt. I smiled, she was really getting into her role.

"Now, listen carefully slave. When we are not alone, you must act as if
nothing has changed between us. You will continue to be cold and
indifferent to me in public, unless I say the words 'leashed collar.'
In that case, you will assume your proper role no matter who is around
or where you are. When we are alone, you will be the proper slave. You
must not draw attention to me in any way in public so as to reveal our
relationship unless I instruct you specifically to do so. Do you
understand?"

"Yes Master, I'll be a good slave bitch, just like you want. I want you
to fuck me so badly, I'll do anything, I'll be your perfect little
slave whore."

"Then catch me some slaves, Slave. You will get your reward then. Make
sure they are pretty and slim, or I will be VERY displeased."

"I have some very pretty friends who I know will be good slaves for you
Master. They are all sluts."

"Good. I look forward to making them mine. Now, I will drive you back
to your dorm. Conceal the collar until you are ready to bring the slave
to me. Bring me a new slave at 10:00 PM on Friday. Do you understand
your instructions, Slave?"

"Yes Master, I'll bring you some pretty sluts to be your slaves."

"Very good, get in the car."

I drove her back to her dorm, then returned to mine. In my room, I
carefully set up long-lasting "nothing to see here" fields around all
the walls and the door. Friday was going to be very interesting, and I
was looking forward to it.

Kirstin thought for the next two days about who she would get to be her
Master's new slave. After looking over her friends, she finally decided
he would like Jennifer Costas the best. She was a tall girl, with large
breasts and long blond hair. Often, she could be seen sunbathing in a
bikini on the lawn outside the dorm, and all the boys she had talked to
drooled over her figure. She was dating someone on the football team,
but Kirstin somehow knew her Master could take care of that. She had
had Jen in a couple of classes, and was now taking a government course
with her. It made a perfect excuse for her to call Friday night.

Fortunately for Kirstin, Jen's boyfriend was at an away game, and she
had nothing to do. Kirstin invited her over to talk government and just
hang out. That had been a 9:00. Now it was 9:30, and Kirstin heard a
knock at the door.

Kirstin opened the door, and Jen was standing there. She was wearing
slacks and a tight sweater, which seemed to strain against her breasts.
"Hey," she said.
"Hi there," Kirstin answered. "Come on in."

Kirstin and Jen chatted pleasantly for about fifteen minutes about
government and Jen's relationship. Then, Kirstin excused herself to the
bathroom. Closing the door to the bedroom behind her, Kirstin opened
the medicine cabinet and took out the collar. Taking a deep breath, she
silently turned the door handle and opened the door a crack. Jen was
sitting on the edge of her bed, facing away from her. Kirstin opened
the door the rest of the way, ran up and snapped the collar around
Jen's neck before the other girl knew what was going on.

"What?" Jen exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing, Kirstin?"

"I've caught you!" she exclaimed as she gripped the leash tightly.

"You're going to be a new slave for my Master."

"Huh?" Jen looked more puzzled than scared. "Are you feeling all right
Kirstin?"

"My Master wants new slave sluts to fuck, and you're going to be the
first one I bring him."

"Kirstin," Jen said as she started to get up, "I've had enough of this"
"Freeze!" Kirstin shouted. Jen did. She found every muscle locked, her
arms reaching to unfasten the collar around her neck.

"Now, listen up you bitch," Kirstin spat, "you are the Master's newest
slave, and it's my job to bring you to him. He'll be your Master, and
you'll be his slave, to use as he see pleases. Your body is his to
control, you'll become his little slave whore, and then he'll fuck you
and then he'll fuck me with that gorgeous cock of his. He'll come all
over both of us, and we'll love it. His come is so nasty and good. I
hope he comes on me more." Jen's eyes were wide with terror as Kirstin
talked dirty. Kirstin tugged on the leash. "Walk with me, we're going
now." Jen found that her legs were inexplicably moving with Kirstin as
she lead her out into the hall. "Stop this Kirstin," Jen yelled. "CUT
IT OUT NOW!"

"Shut up, bitch, your yelling will do you no good. You're my Master's
now, and no one will help you."

Jen struggled against the pull of the collar, but found that her legs
kept walking wherever Kirstin lead her. She screamed out for help, but
the people they passed took no notice of her. Kirstin half dragged her
across campus to Blunsdell Dorm, where they finally stopped in front of
a room at which Kirstin knocked. Jen was half sobbing by now. "Please,
please let me go, please."

"You'll change your mind, bitch. My Master is very persuasive. He had
to fuck me to make me see how incredible he is. I have no other desire
now but to be fucked and used by him."

"Kirstin, what happened to you?"

"I became a slave, just like you're going to."

Just then, the door opened.

I opened the door after listening to the conversation outside for a few
minutes. Kirstin seemed to be totally immersed in her role, and the
girl she was leading on the leash was damn pretty. Making sure all my

"all is well" fields were firmly in place, I opened the door.

"Maaaster," Kirstin cooed, and tried to jump up and kiss me while
holding onto Jen at the same time. The result was interesting if not
very arousing.

"Bring her in here, slave," I told Kirstin. She instantly complied. Jen
trundled into my room in spite of herself. "Sit down, new slave," I
told her.

"Who-- who are you?" she stammered.

"I'm your new Master," I explained. "What's your name, slut?"

Jen looked at me with a defiant eye, but I could see the suppressed
lust engendered by the collar slowly working its magic. She remained
silent. I turned to Kirstin, who looked at me expectantly. "Get my
answer for me, slave," I said.

Kirstin smiled slyly, then moved slowly up to Jen. Still smiling, she
grabbed Jen's long hair and yanked it backward, hissing, "Answer your
Master, bitch!"

A yelp of surprise and pain escaped from Jen's lips before she
answered, "J-j-j-j Jen Costas."

"Ahhh, Jen," I said. "Release her, slave." Kirstin let go of Jen's
hair. Jen's head came back up, and she fixed with a stare full of hate.

"What do you want with me, asshole?"

"Why, I should have thought that was obvious. I am your Master, and you
are to be my slave. Your only desire will be for me to use your body in
any way I see fit. It will please you more than anything else to be
used and degraded by me and people of my choosing. You'll take great
pleasure for my come spewing onto your upturned face, and you'll beg
for more."

"You're sick," Jen spat.

"Perhaps, but I am also your Master, and you should start learning what
that means. Slave?"

"Yes Master?" Kirstin answered.

"Strip down to your panties and bra."

Kirstin immediately obeyed, making sure when she took down her pants
that she wriggled her cute butt at me in a very suggestive manner. My
dick started to harden. When she was done, I said, "Come here and kiss
me, slave slut."

Kirstin and I smooched for a while, our tongues playing in and out of
each other's mouths. My hands roamed over her body, groping her ass and
breasts. After a while, I broke the kiss and turned Kirstin around to
face Jen, who was eyeing us with a mixture of loathing and surprise on
her face. "What do you think is Jen's most attractive feature, slave?"
I asked Kirstin.

Kirstin seemed to consider for a moment, then said, "Her breasts,
Master. They're full, round, and begging for your hands."
"Go over and touch her breasts, slave," I told her.
"You're sick!" Jen yelled again.
Kirstin looked back to me with a puzzled look on her face. "Why-- why
do you want me to do that, Master?"

I fixed Kirstin with a cold stare, then grabbed one of her nipples and
twisted it a quarter of the way around. "Are you defying me, slave?"

"Ahhhh- no, Master, please, I don't-- I'm not--"

I twisted it another eighth of the way. "Slave, you are whatever I say
you are, you will do whatever I say you will do and enjoy it, because
you are mine, and you will do whatever I say. It will give you great
joy to kiss me, another man, or another woman as I say. It makes you
feel dirty for me to tell you to do things to other women, dirty and
used. And I know you like that. If you defy me again, you will be
punished. Do you understand, slave bitch?"

"Yes Master."

"Now," I said, releasing her, "go over and rub Jen's pretty breasts."

"Yes, Master." Kirstin walked over to Jen unsteadily, put out a shaky
hand, and started to fumble around Jen's left breast. Jen grabbed
Kirstin's hand and threw it off of her, hissing, "Don't touch me
bitch."

Kirstin's reaction was amazing. Her gaze became one of ice, and she
slapped Jen hard on the face. "Don't defy my Master! He has told me to
touch and I will." Kirstin then grabbed both Jen's breasts and twisted
her nipples. Jen grabbed Kirstin and threw her down on the bed, and the
two began to struggle. This was getting slightly out of hand, so I
interceded. Moving quickly, I pulled Kirstin back off the bed. Jen,
unable to rise from her past sit command, remained on the bed. "That's
enough," I said. "Slave, I am ready to break in my new slave. You will
go behind her and restrain her hands."

"I'll hold that cunt, Master." Kirstin spun behind Jen, grabbed the
other girl's hands and held them tightly behind her back. Jen
struggled, but was unable to break the grip of Kirstin's frenzied
strength. I approached Jen, smiling slightly. "Listen to me, my new
slave, you are going to receive the touch of your Master now. It will
excite you, you will begin to feel yourself earn for my touch on your
tits, on your ass, and in your hot pussy. Soon you will beg for it, and
only then will you find release as I use you to my satisfaction."

"No way, bastard! I'll never beg for anything from you!" Jen struggled
but was still unable to break Kirstin's grip. I reached out and began
to caress Jen's breasts through her sweater. Her eyes closed, and she
turned her head away. I caressed them for a couple of moments, then
reached under her sweater and rubbed them through her shirt alone. I
could feel her chest begin to rise and fall a little faster as I did
that. Excellent, I thought to myself, the collar is working. I rubbed
her breasts through her shirt for a minute. They were quite large, and
very soft. I reached down and untucked her shirt from her jeans. I
reached up under her shirt, and she spoke for the first time since I
touched her.

"Please, don't..."
"Don't what, slave?"
"Please... don't... don't... touch, please..."

I rubbed my hands along her smooth, flat stomach, and then slowly
raised her shirt and sweater up above her gorgeous breasts. They were
barely constrained by the white lacy bra that was holding them. I
thought it was a crime that such gorgeous tits weren't free, so I
reached and undid the clasp in the front of her bra. I peeled the cups
away, and her beautiful breasts were exposed. In the slightly colder
air of my dorm room, the nipples hardened into sharp little nubs
standing upright. I touched and caressed them, and I heard a small
shuddering gasp escape Jen's mouth. Her struggling had ceased by now.
Kirstin looked on, licking her lips in anticipation. I could tell she
was growing excited by the attention Jen was getting. "You like this,
slave? You like me rubbing your bare tits?"
"No, I... please, no... God, no... please..." Her pleas sounded halfway
like she was begging me to continue. The collar was working its magic
well.

"Slave Kirstin, release Slave Jen's arms slowly." Kirstin nodded, and
slowly let the blond girl's hands go. Jen didn't struggle. Her eyes
still closed, she leaned back and supported herself upright with her
hands, as I continued to play my hands over her nipples and breasts.
Her breathing increased as I lightly twisted and manhandled her tits.
Her slight protestations continued, but she did not struggle.

I motioned Kirstin back around to the front of Jen. "Play with her
tits, slut," I ordered.

"Yes Master," Kirstin answered. She tentatively began to play with the
other girl's breasts. Her manipulations became more sure of themselves
as she gained confidence. "Do you like playing with her breasts, slave
whore?"

"Mmmm, yes, Master, they're soft and nice to touch."

"Lick them."

Kirstin bent down without hesitation and began to kiss and lick Jen's
tits. A soft moan escaped Jen's lips. Meanwhile, I began to rub my hand
up and down Jen's thigh. Sensing no ill effects, I moved up to her
waistline. Maneuvering around Kirstin as she gobbled at Jen's boobs, I
unfastened Jen's jean snap, and unzipped her fly. Her panties were
cotton, pink, very innocent looking. I touched the fabric. Not
surprisingly, it was soaking wet. I began to press and rub Jen's
crotch. Her moans became more pronounced, and her hips began to rock at
me slightly.

I decided to stop rubbing her crotch through stuff. I pulled back, and
said, "Slave Kirstin, stop what you are doing now. Move behind the new
slave and take off her shirt, sweater and bra, while I remove her
pants." Kirstin muffled a "Yes Master" at me as she grabbed a couple of
more kisses off of Jen's prodigious breasts, then moved around behind
while I quickly whipped off Jen's shoes. Reaching up, I grasped at the
waist of Jen's pants.

Just then, Jen's struggles began again. I was about to discipline her
when I realized she struggling to get out of her jeans, not to prevent
me from taking them off. Smiling at her change in attitude, I quickly
removed her jeans and panties with her help. Meanwhile, Kirstin had
managed to remove Jen's top half of clothing, leaving her naked, lying
back on the bed with the dog collar around her neck. Her pussy was
blond, well-trimmed, and soaking wet.

"Now, Slave Kirstin, continue rubbing the new slave's breasts, and
describe what I do to her using those naughty words all sluts know
while I indoctrinate our new slave here."

"Yes, Master. Well, bitch, you certainly have changed your tune."

"No, please, no, God, fuck no, please oh Goodd, please no.."

"Look at you, you whore. Look at how wet your little slutty twat is.

Look how our Master plays with it. He's sticking his finger up your
cunt, slave bitch, does that make you feel all wet and gooey inside?
Mmm, fuck, I wish his finger was up my cunt right now. I'm so wet and
ready for his cock. Look at him play with your clit, bitch. You like
his finger running over your little clitty, huh, slut? Does it make you
feel hot, wet and used? Now he's licking your cunt, God, doesn't that
just make your twat cream? His tongue running up and down your pussy
lips, adding his wetness to yours, tasting your cum juice. You like me
rubbing your tits, whore? While I rub your tits our Master tongue fucks
your little pussy, God, you must be one slut to be enjoying this. Now
he's taking off his pants, slave whore. You know what that means? It
means your Master's going to fuck your little cunt soon. His cock is
hard and thick, and his come tastes sooo good. Soon your little twat is
going to be filled with it. He's going to ram his big dick up your
pussy, fuck you until you scream, come inside of you and then leave
you, used and totally fulfilled."

"No, please, God, I... please, I, please..."

By now, my cock was hard and ready, and so was I. I placed my dick at
the edge of her opening. "Prepare to get fucked, you slave cunt."

"No, I GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD, FUCK, GOD, FUCK FUCK GOD, I FUCK GOD NO
PLEASE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" Jen exclaimed as I slipped inside her
and began to pump. Her pussy was sopping wet, and seemed to be getting
even wetter as I fucked her. Her moans and cries became more incoherent
as I fucked her harder. After a few minutes of slamming her cunt, she
suddenly reached up, grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me down on
top of her as her cunt squeezed around my dick in orgasm. I felt her
whole body shuddering with the force of it. Finally she let me go, and
I went back to fucking her. After a couple of minutes, I was ready.

"Get ready, slave bitch. Your Master's going to blow his wad inside you
very soon. Oh YEAH!"

My dick finally shot out a stream of spunk deep into Jen's pussy. I
felt the orgasm pour through me and into her, sending Jen into yet
another intense orgasm as I had mine. After a minute, I pulled out of
her. She was still moaning "no" and "fuck" softly now, as the waves of
orgasmic pleasure subsided.

A spermy white trail began leaking from Jen's cunt. I motioned Kirstin
over to me, then pointed at Jen's cunt. "You see that pussy, slave?" I
asked her.

"Yes, Master?"

"I want it cleaned. Lick up all that nice come and pussy juice. As you
do that, I'll think about using you next."

"Oh yes, thank you Master!" Kirstin threw herself on top of Jen and
began to eagerly lap away at her cum-dripping pussy. "Mmmph, it tastes
so good Master. I love how dirty it makes me feel, licking your come
from another girl's pussy."

"Swing your body around and position your crotch above the slave's
face, Slave Kirstin," I ordered. Kirstin immediately compiled. Jen had
her eyes closed, and a steady stream of soft protestations was still
escaping her lips. They sounded more automatic now than anything else.
I moved around to above Jen's head and took down Kirstin's panties. Her
pussy was, like the night before, soaking wet.

I took my magicked cock and placed it lengthwise down Jen's pretty
face, the underside of it resting on her nose. Her eyes snapped open,
but her mumbling protests went on unabated. She stared straight ahead,
looking wide-eyed at my eight inch pecker. I smiled, I wanted her to
watch this. I took my hard dick and, not three inches away from Jen's
face, impaled Kirstin's cunt.

"OOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSSS, FUCKFUCKFUCK YES FUCK COCK CUNT FUCK PUSSY
FUCK FUCK ME FUCK ME YES!" Kirstin's backside thrashed about against my
pole as she tried to fuck me seven ways from Sunday. Jen's eyes were
even wider now, as she continued to mutter and watched the fuck scene
not four inches from her face. My balls dangled over her forehead as I
slammed into Kirstin's pussy.

"Oooh fuck your little cunt, Master, fuck her good, cock her up and
come in her little twat. I love feeling your cock slam in and out of
me, stretching your little whore's cunt. I love being your whore,
Master, it feels so good when you OHHHH FUCK ME FUCK ME COOOOMING!!!!"
Kirstin's orgasm sprang out of nowhere, and her hindside bucked and
thrashed over Jen's mesmerized face. Her cunt gripped me like a silky
vice as she spasmed and thrashed in the throes of ecstasy. Finally she
slowed down. I continued to pump at a furious pace, and soon I felt a
familiar churning in my balls. "Your Master is coming soon, slave
bitch. Does that please you?"

"I love it when you come in my twat, Master. Fill my little cunt with
your jism, Master, please, your little slave bitch needs it bad, feels
sooo fucking bad."

"Here it comes, you slut cunt whore bitch GGGNNNNN ARRRRGH!"
Another of my magic orgasms rolled through me. I felt my hot jizz fly
from dick and fill Kirstin's cunt with warm sperm. My dick kept
twitching for about thirty seconds, sending waves of pleasure through
my body. Finally my orgasmic feeling subsided. I rolled my still hard
dick around in Kirstin's gushing pussy, trying to get as much of my
come on it as possible. Then, I pulled it out slowly. As I did, I
rubbed the shaft of my dick along Jen's wide-eyed face, covering her
nose and left cheek with a slightly milky white mixture of come and
pussy juice. As my head popped out of Kirstin's twat, come began to
ooze out. Jen's eyes seemed transfixed by the sight, her mouth still
muttering he "no's" and "fuck's" all by itself. I gently raised her
head with my hands towards Kirstin's come- dripping vagina, whispering
to her, "Taste my come slave, taste it from the cunt of another whore
like you. See how good her pussy tastes with my sperm in there. Lick it
all up." Jen's eyes remained wide as her tongue seemed to extend of its
own volition towards Kirstin's love hole. I kept on lowly raising her
head, until the tip of her tongue touched the very outskirts of
Kirstin's labia.

"Ooooo, yess, lick my cunt you whore," Kirstin muttered, "lick it like
the thirsty bitch you are. Thirsty for come, thirsty to drink her
master's come from another's pussy."
Jen's tongue began small explorations of the very outskirts of
Kirstin's pussy. As she continued, she became more enthusiastic, and
started to lap eagerly at Kirstin's crotch. She raised her arms up and
brought Kirstin's waist down in a careful embrace. Then she started
licking away in earnest.

"That's it bitch, lick me clean, lick the Master's come from my cunt.
Ooohhhhh, your tongue feels so good up there. Lick me, you little slut,
lick me like the slut you are."

Kirstin's dirty talk was really turning me on, so I decided to push my
magic dick to its limits. I grabbed Kirstin's hair and slowly pulled
her off Jen's supine body. "Bitch," I said to her, "take the other
slave and lie yourselves side by side on the bed. Your Master is ready
to finish this session."

"Yes Master. I love it when you pull me around by my hair, it makes me
feel all fuckin' used and degraded, like a whore slut should." I
released Kirstin's hair. She moved to Jen, who had taken up her quiet
muttering again. She helped the other girl move to where she was lying
lengthwise on my bed, then lay down beside her.

I got on the bed and kneeled between the two of them. I started to
stroke my cock hard, bringing it to orgasm as quickly as possible.
Kirstin looked on with eager anticipation as I jacked my cock above her
face. She licked her lips and smiled a wicked, sultry smile. "Are you
going to come on my face, Master?"

"Yes, you little whore, how does that make you feel?"

"Like the slut I want to be, Master. Your little slut to use and come
on anyway you want. Come on my face, Master, mark your little slut as
yours, come on my face, cover it with jizz, come on my face, come on my
face, please, your little cunt slut wants it sooooo badly, it tastes so
gooood, fuck, goddamn good, fuck, come on my face, come come come..."

"Here it comes, get ready, catch it you bitch slut whore ARGHRPH!" My
hand jacked back and forth furiously on my dick as a blast of semen
erupted from the head. It landed with a satisfying wet splat on
Kirstin's cheek. Another two jacks brought two more ropy strands making
an x on Kirstin's face. the final few spurts landed on her other cheek
and in her hair. I slowed down my pace, but I continued jacking as I
felt my cock ready itself for another orgasm.

I turned and pointed it over Jen's face. "Are you ready to receive your
Master's come from the source, bitch?"

"No, I ... oohhh fuck, no, fuck, God, fuck..."

My hand increased its tempo. "Soon, you will be a true slave, whore, as
you receive your Master's hot come on your face. You'll feel completely
degraded, and that will make you feel like such a wonderful little
slut, won't it slave?"

"Fuck God fuck God fuck God..."

"Here it comes, I coming soon, very... very... UNNNGGGGG!" My fourth
orgasm of the night rolled through as powerfully as the first. The come
flew from my dick to splatter nicely all over Jen's wide-eyed face. As
I shot my load all over her pretty mouth, I heard something unusual in
her protestations: "Fuck God fuck God no fuck God YES fuck fuck fuck
ahhhhhhh ohhhhhhh...." Jen reached up with her hands and pushed the
come on her face into her mouth, savoring every last drop.

I smiled. She was mine and I knew it. She hadn't admitted it to herself
yet, but her body would betray her every time. "Roll over and kiss the
new slave, Slave Kirstin. Share my come between the two of you. When
you are satisfied, help her and clean both of you up."

"Yesssss, Master," Kirstin sighed. She rolled over and started to kiss
Jen tenderly. Soon, the two girls were locked in a fierce embrace,
French kissing passionately and smearing my come around both their
faces. I almost felt like coming on them again, but I had had enough
for one night. I let my hard-on lapse, and went into the bathroom.
After cleaning myself up, I returned to see the two ladies still at it.
"Come on, you two little slaves. Clean yourselves up and put your
clothes back on."

Kirstin broke their embrace, and led the still slightly shell-shocked
Jen into the bathroom. A few minutes later they emerged and reclothed
themselves.

Jen still looked a little stunned. I removed the collar from around her
neck, and then transfixed her gaze with mine. "Listen to me carefully
Jen. You will find that you are unable to speak about anything that
happened tonight between you, Kirstin, and I with anyone except the two
of us when you are alone with either of us." I emphasized the verbal
commands with mental reinforcement. "You will not tell anyone else of
our relationship. You will not attract undue attention to yourself,
Kirstin, or I in any way, and you will not involve any authority. Do
you understand, slave?"

Jen nodded once.
"You may leave."
Jen nodded dumbly again, and then walked out the door.

"Master, now that we are alone, how about you fuck me with that
gorgeous cock of yours, all by ourselves."

"Your Master is tired now, slave, but he appreciates your efforts to be
more slutty. Go home and take the collar with you. Unless I tell you
otherwise, meet me again in two weeks, here, at this same time. You may
go."

"Yes Master. Goodnight, and pleasant dreams." Kirstin smiled impishly
as she walked out the door.

Now all I had to do was wait and see where the pieces landed.
It was a week before I heard a knock on my door early in the evening. I
paused the computer game I was playing, got up and peeked through the
peep hole. Outside my door, a rather embarrassed looking Jen Costas
kept glancing around, looking like she hoped no one would recognize
her. I let her stew outside a couple more minutes, watching her grow
more anxious until she knocked again. Smiling at my obnoxiousness, I
opened the door.
Jen walked meekly inside and I shut the door behind her. "What an
unexpected pleasure," I said.
"Look, cut the crap, okay?" Jen said, a little angry. "I don't really
want to be here, but..."
"But what?" I said. I didn't call her slave or whore, as I ordinarily
would have, because I wanted to draw her out and find out why she had
returned on her own.
"But... but... well, I... just need... need... to feel that way...
again..."
"What way?"

"You know, you were there... I just can't stop thinking about it, it's
been driving me crazy, and I can't TALK about it to anyone because of
whatever you did to me right after!"

"You tried to talk to people?"

"YES, of COURSE I did. I tried to tell everyone I could, I tried to
scream it out in the middle of the quad, but I just couldn't do it."
"Interesting," I said. The mental commands were holding nicely. "You
were talking about a need you were having."

"Yeah, uh, yeah..." She looked troubled, uncomfortable and unsure of
herself. I still wasn't quite sure what was going on, but anything that
got Jen Costas in my room alone on a voluntary basis was OK in my book.

"Look, I tried to get my boyfriend to do it... you know... u-u-u-uh..."
she seemed to choke on the word, "use me... dominate me. But it...
it... just didn't feel as good."

"You want to feel that good again."

Jen hung her head, and I heard I barely audible squeak of, "Yes."

"Well, you know what that entails."

"Look, couldn't we just fuck like normal people? Couldn't you just fuck
me and be done with it?"

"No. I require more... commitment than that."

"I had a feeling you'd say that. You're one sick motherfucker, you know
that?"

"You had better change your attitude if you want to feel that way
again."

She shot me a look that told me exactly what she thought I should go do
with myself. "I'm getting out of here. You're just too fucked up for
me."

"Fine," I said. "Leave." I had her hooked and I knew it. She just
needed to admit it to herself.

"Fine," she responded. She huffed off to the door, reached for the
handle, and stopped. She stood there, seemingly frozen for about thirty
seconds, then her hand retracted from the door. "Look," she started as
she turned around, "look, I'm offering to let you fuck me, anytime you
want, just not that... other stuff. How can you pass that up? I know
guys want me, I see them drooling over me with their eyes all the
time."

"Sunbathing out in the courtyard doesn't leave much to the
imagination," I said sharply.

"You try maintaining a good tan line and you see how easy it is!" Jen
retorted with righteous valley girl anger. "Look, I know I'm pretty,
and I know college guys like to fuck pretty girls, so how about it?
Huh?"

"You know what I require. Tell me what I want to hear, and I'll think
about it."

"But..."

"TELL me what I want to hear, or no deal."

Jen's head bowed. She said something muffled under her breath which was
completely unintelligible...

"What was that?"

"I *said* I'm your slave, dammit. Can we fuck now please?"

"No, but you're on the right track. All my slaves know what kind of
words I like to hear, what kind of words get their Master aroused.
Maybe you ought to think about using them."

Frustration was bringing tears to her eyes. "Please, I... I just
need... just need to feel..."

I whipped around and stormed to the other side of the room in mock
anger. Jen thought it was real enough though. It was a moment before I
felt something tug at my pant leg. I turned around.

Jen kneeled before me, her pleading eyes looking up at mine with a
combination of fear and lust in them. "Please Master," she said with a
shaky voice, "your slave needs to be fucked."
I smiled down at her. "Tell me more, slave," I said.
"Please, Master, please, this little... little... little whore needs to
be fucked. I want to feel like I felt last Friday."
"How did you feel then, slave?"
"Oh it felt so fucking GOOD. God, I've never come like that before,
never. It was like an hour long orgasm, what you two did to me,
constant total pleasure."

"Pleasure from what?" I pressed.

"From being used, from being called a bitch and a whore and a slut,
from Kirstin licking me after you fucked me and from you coming all
over me, God it all felt so fucking good, like the best orgasm I've
ever had for about an hour straight."

"And you want to feel that way again?"

"Yessss, I want it, I neeeed it."

"You know what you have to do, slave bitch."

Jen's head bowed again, but when she raised it again, she had a sexy
look on her face. "Yes Master, I want to be your whore, your personal
slut, your little bitch for you to fuck when you want to, for you to
come on and use and call all sorts of nasty names. I love it, do me!"

I smiled, and reached down. I gently brought Jen to stand before me.
Still smiling, I yanked her long hair back hard. A gasp of pain escaped
her lips. I then kissed her.

We exchanged saliva for a couple of minutes, and she started to press
her body against mine. I reached down and pressed my hand against her
crotch, manipulating her pussy as best I could through her pants.
Suddenly, Jen broke her kiss and ran to the other side of the room. I
heard her start to sob. She held herself as she shook from what seemed
like frustration.

I was totally puzzled by her reactions, and I wanted to find out what
the hell was going on more than I wanted to fuck her at the moment. So,
I went over, put my hand on her shoulder, and said, "What's the
matter?"

She whirled around. Her eyes were wild and full of tears. She gripped
my arms hard as she blurted out, "I'm a good slave, right?"

"You were being a very good slut back there, yes."

"I was saying nasty things, you were using my body, right? That's what
you want, right?"

"Yes, slave, that's right," I said.

"Then why don't I feel as good? Why don't I feel all creamy inside?
WHY?!" She broke down, still holding onto me, and sobbed for a minute,
then her head snapped back up again. She fixed me with a look that
spoke of intense realization. "The collar!" she shouted. "Put the
collar back on me, please Master! That's the only thing missing! Chain
me like the slave I am! Walk me around like your bitch, leash your
little slut please! PLEASE!"

Of course! She was addicted to the pleasure she gleaned from the
collar. Without the collar, the subconscious pleasure from being used
was completely removed! I kicked myself for being so daft. I could have
implanted the need in her mind, but I decided that if I ever wanted to
get rid of her I wanted to screw around with her head the least
possible.

"Go into the bathroom, close the door, and wait for me," I told her.

"And keep it quiet." Jen nodded, still slightly crying, and moved past
me into the bathroom. She closed the door, and then I called up
Kirstin.

"Hello?"

"Are you alone?"

"Ah, no, not right now, I've got people over. What's up?"

"I need the collar. This is an order, slave. Leave the party for a few
minutes, walk over here and give me the collar. Then you can go back."

"Uh, yeah, sure, OK, I'll see you in a few minutes." Kirstin hung up
the phone. I was proud of how she hadn't immediately gone into slave
mode with others around, but had readily agreed nonetheless. A few
minutes later, I heard a light knock at the door. I opened it, Kirstin
handed me the collar and then kissed me hard. "Are you going to chain
me now, Master?" she said after she came up for air.

"Uh... no, I need to do some work on it's... powers. Go back to the
party. I'll see you next Friday."
"All right, your slut will go. See ya!" She strolled sexily down the
hall. Shaking my head with a smile, I closed the door.
I moved across the room and opened the bathroom door. Jen was sitting
on the toilet, blowing her nose into toilet paper. When she saw the
collar in my hand, she started to tremble with barely contained desire.
She slipped off the seat onto her knees. "Please..." she whispered, her
voice trembling.
"Tell me what you want to be."
"I want to be your slave. I want to submit to your desires, I want you
to use me as a fuck toy, pleasure yourself with my body, make me call
myself degrading names, fill my cunt with your cock and come all over
me."

I held out the collar, the catch open. "Show me your submission. Collar
yourself and make your body my property, make yourself my slave."
She took the collar with shuddering hands. She slipped it around her
neck and fastened it in the back. With a satisfied sigh, she played her
hands down the leash, and then held it out to me. "Master," she said,
"take me as your slut." She was mine.

I accepted the leash, and then pulled her to her feet with it. As the
collar bit into the side of her neck, she closed her eyes and I thought
I could actually see the pleasure spread through her. She moaned softly
as she raised herself up. "Open your eyes, slave," I commanded. She
opened them and stared at me with a wanton look that said, above all
else, that she wanted to get fucked soon. "Do you want me to fuck you,
slave?"

"Yes, Master, I want you to use me like you did last Friday."

"How does that make you feel?"

"It makes me feel so gooood, Master, so good to be fucked by you, used
like a toy, filled up with your fuck meat and come on like a bitch in
heat. I want you to come all over my body, Master, I want to rub every
inch of my body with your hot fuck cream. You do me so good, Master. I
don't want to, I thought you were a geek when I first saw you, God it
makes me feel so hot to be used and fucked by a man I didn't want. I'm
such a fucking slut, God, I'm such a dirty little slave slut."

"Down on your knees, bitch," I said.

"Yes, Master." Jen dropped to her knees, gazing up at me with abject
lust.

"Take out my cock, slave," I commanded.

"Oh yes Master," Jen replied breathlessly. She fumbled around in her
haste to undo my zipper. Finally, she had it undone, and my eight inch
magic dick sprang out from the confines of my boxer shorts like a
compressed diving board. "It's so big and hard and beautiful," Jen
cooed.

"Take it into your mouth, slave."

Jen sucked down my cock in one enormous gulp. She slowly began to jack
her head up and down along my shaft. Swirling her tongue around the
head, she smiled as she worked her mouth magic on my magic dick. I
could feel the head of my dick swell as she sucked with eagerness on my
fuck tool. Her expert ministrations brought me quickly to the brink of
orgasm.

"Are you ready to receive your Master's cum, slave?"

"HmmmmMmmmmmm..." Jen purred as she slurped on my cock some more.

"Take my cock and jack it off onto your face and into your mouth.

Accept my sperm on your face as a sign of your submission to me. Relish
in your Master's jism, lick his come cream from your face and beg me
for more."

Jen let my cock go from her mouth with a pop, and then started to jack
it hard. After about ten seconds, I could feel my balls begin to
contract.

"Here it comes, you bitch, you little slut, you fucking whore slut,
MMMMMMYEAH!!!!!" Jen watched with eager eyes as her jacking produced
spurt after spurt of ropy, thick jizz. The first strand landed with a
wet splat across her face, and the second added to the first, creating
a thick white line across her cheek and into her hair. She licked at it
where it went over her mouth and lips, and then opened her mouth wide
to receive the rest of the fruits of her labor. Spurt after spurt of my
come spewed into her waiting mouth, which she eagerly swallowed.
"Mmmmm, thank you Master, thank you, I feel like such a good naughty
little slut, your little slut slave to command and come all over. I
love the taste of your come, Master, I love it when you spew it all
over my face, God, it makes me feel like such a dirty whore, I love
feeling dirty, ooohhhhhhhh..." I watched as Jen trembled in mentally
induced ecstasy.

"Get up," said as Jen wiped the remains of my orgasm from her face. She
did so quickly. "Remove your clothes." Jen smiled and quickly slipped
out of her shirt, jeans and underwear. She stood before, collared and
naked, looking beautiful, sexy and ready to fuck anything that moved.

However, there was something else on my mind. "Slave, to show your
devotion to me, you must mark yourself as my slave. I want you to shave
your pussy lips. You will retain the thatch of hair above your pussy,
but your cunt lips must be free of hair. You will do this every day,
thinking that this is how all sluts prepare themselves for their
masters. Does that please you?"

"Yes, Master, anything for you."
"My razor and shaving foam are in the medicine cabinet. Prepare
yourself now, and then come into the main room."

Jen nodded and smiled, then reached for the cabinet. Meanwhile, I moved
back into main room. I stripped out my clothes, listening to Jen hum to
herself as she shaved her pussy. I lay back down on my bed, slowly
stroking my ever-stiff cock, and waited.

After about five minutes, Jen came out. She had a lusty grin on her
face, and her pussy glistened. "Come here and lie down, slave," I said.
She did so with exquisite slowness, almost teasing me in the way she
moved her body. "Do you want to play with my cunt, Master? My sluttily
shaved cunt? I'd love it if you sucked on my little whore cunt, Master,
it would feel soooo gooood..."
Jen's suggestions were exactly what I had in mind. I slipped down the
length of her body, sliding my hands all over her creamy smooth skin. I
placed my tongue just on the very tip top of her pussy. "Oh, Master,
lick me please, I need your hot tongue in my aching pussy, it needs it,
I feel so fucking horny, god please just lick me, lick my little shaved
beaver..." I slipped my tongue down her newly shaven cunt lips, up and
down both the now-smooth surface of her labia, leaving a slick, wet
trail of saliva. It truly tasted sweet as I slipped my tongue into her
vertical cleft, slurping up and down the inside of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm, yes, lick me, ooooohhhhh, yes, Master..." Jen writhed as I
teased her clit. I slipped my fingers around her cunt opening, teasing
her labia and spreading them as I plunged my tongue deeper into her
cunt, mixing her wetness with mine. She shuddered as I licked and
fingered her into a small but intense orgasm.
As she came down and tried to control her breathing, I quietly slipped
out of my shirt and jeans, my throbbing member still standing at
attention. She opened her eyes, and looked with wonder and lust on my
naked form. "Oh Master, your slutty slave is soooo horny for your hard
cock. Please fuck this little whore's cunt with your big dick, my pussy
needs a good fucking. I need your cock, Master, I'm a little slut that
can't live without your big dick in my twat, your fuck meat pumping in
and out of my wet twat, oh God, please, Master, fuck me, please..."
I approached her, slowing walking my body over hers and positioning my
dick outside the entrance of her love canal. "Are you ready to receive
your Master's cock, slut?"
"Yes, fuck me, please," she begged, pushing her body against me.
I slipped inside her.
"OH FUCK GOD YES!" Jen screamed. Her whole body strained against mine,
trying to take my dick deeper inside her. She humped up at me like a
woman possessed as I pounded into her slick cunt with my everhard dick.
Her body thrashed underneath mine, and her face strained like the
pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Her breathing came in short
gasps, timed to each plunge of my cock. In expel, out inhale, in expel,
out inhale. I planted my mouth on hers, and out tongues danced with
each other, twisting and turning like wild snakes.
I let go of her mouth, and her breathing became even more rapid. "oh
fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK YES FUCK ME MASTER! FUCK MY HOT CUNT! OH
YEEEEEEAHHHHHHH!!!!!" I felt Jen's cunt suddenly, literally, squeeze my
dick like a velvet vice, holding me in place as her orgasm flung her
into orbit. She locked her legs around my back, pulled me in and held
me there. Finally, she let go with her legs, softly moaning and eyes
closed. I continued to pump. My second orgasm was nearing, and felt
just as powerful as the first. "You horny slut, you've fucked your
Master well. Are you ready for him to come?"
"Mmmmm, yesssss, Master, come in my hot twat, fill me with your fuck
juice, come inside me Master, fuck my cunt and pour your hot come into
my wet pussy."
"Here it comes, you slut, you cunt, you whore, here it COMMMES!"
I slammed into her slit one last time, pouring my orgasm into her silky
wetness. My orgasm pounded into my brain. As soon as I came slightly
down, I knew I wanted more. I pumped into her again for about ten
seconds, sending my still sensitive cock into another orgasm. I could
feel my jism spurt into her cunt, overflowing it, sleeping back out
along my shaft. My head felt like a nail hit by a hammer, and I wanted
more. I pulled my dick out of her cunt, and shuffled forward on my
knees. I started to jack my shaft, and sent another huge load of come
all over her breasts. The orgasm flashed through my brain like
lightning in the night. I moved up further, and blasted another shot of
cum all over face and in her hair. I continued jacking, and let two
more loads fly all over Jen's pretty lips, cheeks, and hair. My brain
felt like it was on fire, and something deep inside me told me it was
time to stop.
Jen just ate it up. She ran her hands all over her body, gathering come
and licking it up. She slipped three fingers into her seeping cunt,
covering them in semen and vaginal juices, and then licked them off one
by one. Finally, she opened her eyes. She smiled slightly, a dabble of
come at one corner of her mouth. She whispered, "Thank you."
I smiled at her, and finally let my cock deflate. I got off from on top
of her and told her to go clean up. She got up slowly, and trailed off
to the bathroom in the same slow, satisfied manner.

As I listened to the bathroom water running, I realized that I would
have to change Jen's personality the same way I had with Kirstin or
work out some substitute for the collar. Since changing her back would
be bothersome at best, I decided I had to come up with something like
the collar, but less conspicuous. An idea dawned on me. I quickly
dressed again, promising myself to take a shower real soon now.
Jen opened the door, looking radiantly soft and giving me a come hither
look to kill or die for. "Maaaster," she sang, "my little whore pussy
is getting lonely."

I almost let myself get hard again, but there was work to do. "Slave,
put on your clothes, we're going shopping."

"Yes Master, anything for you." She dressed quietly, humming to
herself. When she finished, she was still wearing the collar. I reached
to take it off, and her eyes went wide. She did nothing, but as soon as
I removed it she started to shake. "Please," she said quietly, "please,
please put it back on, please I need it, please..." She reached up, her
hands trembling. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was
a junky jonesing for a fix. I let her have the collar, and she
instantly snapped it back into place. She sighed, visibly relaxed, and
then looked up at me again with bright, friendly eyes as if nothing had
happened. "Where are we going?" she asked.

Half an hour later, we were standing in a women's accessory store,
being patently ignored by everyone as we poked around. Finally, I found
what I was looking for: a choker. The long black strip of cloth with a
brooch in the middle looked quite like a collar, and seemed to be
coming back into fashion. Holding onto Jen's leash, I grabbed a handful
of them and walked to the front counter. I tried without much success
to get the attention of the salesperson before I realized that holding
Jen's leash made me virtually invisible. I glanced around, and noticed
that there were no surveillance cameras, so I took the chokers and left
the store, Jen happily in tow.

Back in my room, I set up a field around the chokers to provide deep
satisfaction from degrading sexual behavior, similar to the collar, but
there was no invisibility or freeze mechanisms. "Slave," I said to Jen,
"this is your new collar. You are to wear it all times, as a sign of
your servitude to me as one of my sluts." I removed the dog collar and
handed the choker to her trembling hands. She quickly attached it in
the back, and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

"Now, leave me slave. Meet me here next Friday, and we'll have another
session." Jen smiled at me with half-lidded eyes.

"Yes, Master, thank you." She rose, gave me a soft kiss, and then left
my room, humming to herself.

Next Friday was going to be VERY interesting.

Thursday night in the Pit was a slow time. People were off studying for
weekly Friday quizzes, and by 10:30 the place was empty but for the
staff. Sky Regina was working behind the counter, serving no one but
herself. Her friend, Kirstin Corkey, was keeping her company that
night, though Sky thought her friend looked somehow preoccupied. She
asked Kirstin a question about a class, but Kirstin was off in space
and didn't hear her.
"Hey, Earth to Kirstin, come in," Sky prompted.
"Huh? What?" Kirstin said, startled out of her reverie.
"I asked you about Calc, space cadet. What's got you so dreamy these
days anyway?"
"Oh, nothing really, just a new relationship..."
"Oh, really? Why haven't I heard anything about this sooner?"

Kirstin suddenly realized that this gossip might draw undue attention,
and her orders kicked in. "Oh, it's all so new, and I can't really say
anything yet, it's just too soon."

"Oh, c'mon, what's his name?" Sky probed.
"Uh, it's... too early to say."

Sky was a little puzzled. Kirstin had loved to gossip about guys
before. She decided to go a little more general. "So, what do you like
in guys, then?"

"Oh, I like guys who know... how to take charge, who have... strength."

Sky arched an eyebrow. If she didn't know any better, she thought she
had heard those words before, but never from Kirstin. Only from some
submissives she had been involved with before. Sky was a dominatrix,
strong and demanding and always on the lookout for willing partners.

"Really?" she asked. "And this new boyfriend of yours, he's... strong?"
"Very."
"Knows what he wants?"
"Mmm-hmmm."
Sky decided to go for broke. "Dominating?"
"Yesss," Kirstin breathed, and her eyes fluttered. Sky's heart skipped
a beat; she had never met anyone so reactive to submissive behavior.

Kirstin was practically creaming in her jeans, and Sky felt herself
getting warm between her legs as well. That's when a glint from
Kirstin's backpack caught her eye. She looked more closely at the open
pouch, and thought she saw a dog collar in its inner recesses.
That clinched it. Sky came around the counter and took her friend
firmly by her arms. Kirstin's eyes widened. "Who is your Master?"
Kirstin demanded.

"What? I... that is I... never had..."

"Don't lie to me bitch," Sky said in an icy tone. "I saw the way you
reacted. You've got a Master and you love it when he dominates you,
don't you?" Kirstin only looked scared and excited, refusing to answer.
Sky reached down quickly between Kirstin's legs and felt at her crotch.
The fabric of her jeans was warm and slightly moist. "Does it excite
you when I touch you like this?"

Kirstin's mouth hung open, and her eyes rolled back. "Please..." she
whispered, "I can't... I can't tell... please..."

"He ordered you not to tell, anyone, eh?" Sky continued to press and
manipulate Kirstin's ever-wettening crotch. "Wants to keep this hot
bitch all to himself, huh? Does it make you hot when I call you bitch?"
"Yessssss," Kirstin hissed, and started to press her pelvis into Sky's
hand.

Sky quickly pulled her hand away and thrust it into Kirstin's backpack,
pulling out the dog collar. "I suppose you feel like a real bitch when
you wear this, huh? When your MASTER makes you wear this?"

Kirstin's eyes were wide and full of fear and excitement. "No, I
don't... I haven't..."

Sky hurled the collar over to Kirstin. She missed catching it and it
clattered to the floor. Kirstin dove down and snatched it up.

Meanwhile, Sky rounded around the counter again, snatched up her purse,
and began walking hautily away from the prostrate and upset Kirstin.

"Tell this non-existent Master of yours that he's got competition now,"

Sky said over her shoulder as she walked out the door of the Pit.
Kirstin's eyes followed her with a mixture of fear and desire.

A timid knocking at my door jarred me from my drowsy state. I stared at
the clock across from the bed; it read 12:15 AM. Hoping I just dreamed
it, I turned back over, only to have it happen again. I threw the
covers off of me, walked to the door, and looked through the peep hole
in the door. Outside stood Kirstin, looking visibly shaken.

I opened the door and Kirstin fell into my arms, shaking and crying.

"What the hell happened to you?" I asked. I thought for a second one of
her ex-boyfriends had tried something, and I found myself ready to
torture that bastard to the end of his days. In the next second, I was
surprised at the intensity of my response for someone who hadn't given
me the time of day just a few weeks ago.

But that turned out not to be the case. Kirstin slowly managed to gasp
out the story of her encounter with Sky. At the end of it, I found my
cock hard at the thought of Sky grabbing at Kirstin's pussy. "Why are
you so upset?" I asked her after she finished.

"I wanted to tell her, Master, I wanted to tell her about you so she
would..."

"She would what?"

"So that she would... keep on... playing... with...."

"You little slut!" I said in half surprise. "It made you hot to have
that dominating bitch playing with your cunt, didn't it?"

"Yes, Master, I loved it when that bitch was touching my pussy. It made
me so wet, God I just wanted her to suck me until I came screaming."

"But she wouldn't?"

"No, that bitch walked out." "Well, we'll just have to teach her a
lesson, eh?"

"What do you mean, Master?"

"Tomorrow, you and slave Jen and I will meet here. You'll call Sky and
tell her you want to meet her at the Pit, while Jen and I go there
ahead of you to set up. Then you'll meet us there..." and I laid out my
plan for the next evening.

The phone rang at 10:30, Friday evening. Sky picked it up as she turned
down her music. "Hello?"

"Sky, it's Kirstin."

"So, decided to tell me about your Master, slut?"

There was a slight pause on the other end of the line, and Sky could
have sworn she heard Jen starting to pant. "Meet me at the Pit in half
an hour," Kirstin said hurriedly, then hung up the phone.

Sky smiled to herself. She moved to her dresser, and pulled out her
make-up kit. Carefully, she removed her special tube of lipstick; it
was a color she liked to call "Bitch Red." She spread a liberal amount
over her full red lips, blotted, and examined the effect. She was
starting to look like a Mistress. Smiling, she continued her work.
Half an hour later, Sky made her way down the stairs to the Pit. Her
long, straight blonde hair was pulled straight back severely, and her
blood red lips stood out from her paper white face. She wore a loose
chemise and a pair of tight, tight Spandex pants, hugging every curve.
Her three- inch heels went click-clack down the stairs.

As she listened to the sound of her own walk, she realized that
something was missing. It took her a moment to put her finger on it;
there was very little sound coming out of the Pit. It just sounded like
the TV, and nothing else. Curious, she moved forward.

She opened the door, and the main rooms by the grill was empty. The TV
screens were quietly blaring by themselves. Crinkling her forehead in
wonder, she moved to the side room with the pool tables.

She was more than a little shocked when she saw them. He was sitting in
a chair from the main room, and he was completely naked. His hard dick
was being worked on by the mouth of a very pretty young blonde, who was
also naked except for a black choker around her neck. His eyes were
closed as the girl used a rhythmic combination of sucking and jacking
to bring him closer and closer to orgasm. Sky looked on in disdain; the
thought of being that subservient to a MAN made her positively ill.

That girl, though, had definite possibilities, and Sky could feel
herself growing warm at that thought. Sky watched her little twat sway
back and forth as she moved her whole body in the process of blowing
him. After a moment, her hand moved in a frenzy, and he started to
thrust his hips up towards her face. She sucked on the head of his cock
one more time, and then jacked it hard until a veritable gusher of cum
flew out of his hugely engorged dick, splattering all over her pretty
face. She cooed and ooed and mmmed as his sticky white jism covered her
cheek. After several large blasts, the girl sucked the remaining cum on
his dick, eating it up hungrily.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Sky. He didn't seem surprised
at her being there. He held her gaze for a moment, steadily, then
flicked his eyes up and down her form, as if he was appraising her. The
nerve. The pretty blonde continued to clean his cock, which, Sky noted,
had not lost any of its ridgedness.

Finally, Sky decided to break this ice. "You've got her well trained,"
she said.

"Slave Jennifer loves her work, don't you?" he replied.

"Mmmmm, yes Master, I love sucking your cock and feeling your come all
over my face. It makes feel like just little nasty slut." She was
finished with his dick now, she was wiping the cum from her face and
licking her fingers. God, what a little slut, Sky thought. She's really
getting into it. God, how I'd love to get some of that pussy. Jennifer?
She's Jennifer Costas, my God, she's dating Jerimah Andrews, the star
fullback and all-around Neanderthal! I hope this guy is tougher than he
looks, Jer was never one to take poaching his woman lying down.

"So, Mister Big Shot," Sky said, "how did you steal this one away from
her boyfriend?"

He only looked at Sky with a smile, and said, "That would be telling.

Why don't you tell her, Slave?"

"No one but my Master can me make feel so gooood. God, it's like a
constant orgasm, rolling over me, feeling like such a dirty nasty
whore. I fucking love it, nothing ever made me feel so fucking bad, so
fucking good."

"Oh really? It doesn't look like you're having much fun right now to
me."

Jen was about to answer her, when he put a restraining hand on her
shoulder. The blonde looked up at him with large adoring eyes, waiting
for his command. He lay her slowly down on the floor, and spread her
legs open. Sky noticed that the lips of her pussy had been diligently
shaved clean, leaving a thatch of hair near the top of her slit. He
knelt in between her legs, and then touched one index finger to her
pussy lips. Jen started to groan, and tried to grind his finger further
into her pussy. But he would have none of it. Instead, he continued to
stroke her labia, which were starting to glisten with the slickness of
her pussy juice. Sky licked her lips and thought of tasting that. He
continued his digital exploration of the outside of her cunt, and
finally relented to her thrusts by slipping his finger inside.

Jen started to talk dirty. "Oh Master, I love it when you fuck me with
your finger. Fuck my little slut cunt with that finger of yours, pump
my little whore pussy with your hand. God, I fucking need it, I need
your fucking hand up my fucking cunt, so fucking bad, God I'm such a
little whore slut, fuck me, Master, fuck me!"

He continued to finger-fuck her hard, and she writhed in ecstasy. He
then slowed down his rhythm, removed his finger, and lowered his head
to her bald pussy lips. Sky's mouth was watering as she watched him
begin to eat her. But her sultry gaze soon turned to one of amazement
and surprise as she watched Jen's reaction.

"Ohhhh Gooood, yesssssss. Master Master MASTER! FUCK OH GOD YES LICK MY
CUNT, LICK MY LITTLE WHORE CUNT, ooooooooOOOOOOHHHHHHH AAAAAAA FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YES YES YES YES FUCK YES YES YES MASTER YES LICK
YES FUUUUCCCKKK!!!"

Jen was literally bouncing off the floor has she thrust her hips
towards his tongue. She screamed and writhed and grabbed at her nipples
and finally seemed to lose control completely, her body twitching every
which way as she was wracked by orgasm after orgasm. Sky had never seen
a girl come so hard, she herself had hardly even come close. At the
end, Jen was screaming incoherently in pleasure, her back arched and
her hips thrusting like pistons. Finally he pulled away from her pussy,
and held her as she came down.

"You'd like to be able to do that, wouldn't you?" a familiar voice from
behind her said softly. Sky turned around and faced Kirstin. The
brunette only wore a pair of garters, without any panties. Her breasts
were quite large, but firm, and her thatch was shaved just as Jen's
was, bald lips with a patch of hair above her slit. "If you could
pleasure someone like that, no one could resist being your slave, could
they?"

Sky smiled and tried to reach for Kirstin, but suddenly found that her
arms wouldn't move. In fact, she found that all that she could do was
turn around slowly. "What... what the hell?"

"Do not worry, you will be released soon," Kirstin assured her. The
naked brunette walked forward to her. "You would love to seduce a woman
at a touch, any woman you liked, and pleasure her until she begged you
for more, begged that she couldn't live without your touch. You want
that don't you?"

Sky eyed Kirstin, and nodded slowly.

"We could make that possible, Sky," Kirstin cooed. "We could make you
irresistible to whomever you wished, whenever you wished. You would
only need to touch someone, and think a certain thought, and she would
fall under your spell. It could all happen. You could do as well as my
Master has done tonight, have her screaming for more, have her doing
anything that you wished to you, anything at all."
"What's the catch?" Sky asked.

Kirstin grinned at her, and looked at something behind her. Sky turned
around. He was standing in front of her now, his erection pointed
horizontally out from his body towards her, being held and slowly
stroked by Jen. "You," he said, "must become my slave. My devoted
slave, as devoted as these two. In turn, you will have slaves of your
own, which will in turn be my slaves as well. But you would have
control over them when I was not there, and could use them to your
hearts pleasure when I am not around. However, when I require you or
them, you will submit and enjoy it."
"And if I refuse?" Sky asked.
"But you won't," he replied. "I can see it in your eyes, Sky, I can
feel it emanate from you. You desire my power. You desire to dominate,
and control others. I can give you that power, Sky, but in turn you
must give me your total obedience, and your total enthusiasm. Without
it, you will forget that any of this ever happened, except for a vague,
gnawing feeling that you could have had control, and gave it up."
Sky considered for a moment. He didn't look like the world's greatest
lover. In fact, he looked more than a little dorky. But she had never
in all her relationships seen anyone come that way, or had slaves so
entirely committed to her. She could learn so much from him, but to do
so... She shivered at the thought. She hadn't even kissed a boy since
she was 15, and had only had heterosexual sex once, with a boorish
brute who didn't even wait a week before hopping in the sack with some
other tramp. But she had been a submissive once, to the woman who had
introduced her to master-slave relationships. She wanted to know how he
did it, she wanted to know so badly, but to submit to a man was
something she just could not think of. She needed to think some more,
she needed to stall. "Why me?" she asked. "You could probably have any
girl on campus, who would probably ask a lot less and commit much more.
Why me?"
He smiled thinly at her. "I need... a partner of sorts. Kirstin was to
be my slave-catcher, but she got herself caught instead. She is too
submissive by nature at any rate. But you will enjoy finding me women,
because you will enjoy them too. Besides, my plans require someone I
can trust, without too many... alterations." He indicated Jen with his
eyes. "But keep one thing in mind: we would in no way be equal. I would
be your Master, and you my slave, my enthusiastic slave."
"Enthusiastic?"
His thin smile turned into an evil grin. "You must make sure that I
believe you are enjoying your servitude. If I sense at any moment you
are not enjoying what is being done to you, or what you are doing, if
you have less enthusiasm than, say, Slave Jen here..." he paused. "What
I give, I can take away just as easily. Never forget that."
Sky swallowed. Hard. She wasn't sure she could do it. But she wanted to
so badly, she wanted what he could do so badly, anything seemed
possible. She just needed to transfer her passion for domination to one
of submission where he was concerned. She was almost sure she could do
it. She was at least willing to try. She started to fantasize, quickly,
trying to build up her enthusiasm. She fantasized about seducing a girl
in her Organic Chemistry class, a young beautiful freshman. She
alternated between that and submitting to him, trying to meld the two
fantasies, the two energies. She closed her eyes, imagining him on top
of her, his long dick at her opening... Sky climbing on the freshman
girl, sucking at her wet virgin twat, feeling the tentative tongue at
her pussy... she is so wet as he rubs his dick up and down her slit,
slowly sliding it in... burying her face in the wetness, the body under
her thrashing, a voice mewing for more... his cock pumping in and out
of her, her breathing heavily, feeling so full... she's coming... she's
coming...
She opened her eyes. She found that she could move again, and she knelt
down. "Please, Master," she said, "accept this flesh as yours, accept
me as your slave." She lowered her head, and held her hands out towards
him supplicating.
She felt his hand on her head, and she looked up. He was staring into
her eyes, and she felt... strange. Then he spoke, and his words seemed
to drive themselves into the very depths of her being: "If you ever
consider betraying me, if you ever formulate a plan or have a thought
about betraying me in any adverse way to anyone, if ever considering
telling anyone about our relationship without my permission, you will
come to me, tell me you have something to say, wait until I give you
permission to say it, and then you will tell me your plans or thoughts.
Do you understand?" She nodded dumbly; it was as though his words were
too important to ignore, too fundamental to herself to disobey. It was
like questioning one's arms, they were just always there. She stared at
him in wonder.
"Stand up, Slave," he told her. She did. "Remove your blouse." She
slowly took of her chemise, still staring at him in wonderment. Her bra
was black lace, one of her favorites. "Now the bra." She undid the
clasp in back, and the bra fell to the floor on top of her blouse. Her
breasts were round and firm, only slightly smaller than Jen's. "You
have nice tits, Slave," he said.
"Thank you, Master, but they are your tits now, just as the rest of me
is yours to do with as you please." The twin fantasies kept running in
her head, each feeding the other's erotic energy.
"Indeed they are. Take off your pants," he ordered. She compiled, with
a little difficulty. The skin tight spandex had been hard enough to get
on in the first place, and it proved only a little less difficult to
remove. Finally, she stood there in her panties, the two other slaves
and her Master staring at her supple, well-toned legs and black lace
panties. "Does my body please you, Master? I hope you like it, I work
hard to keep it in condition."
"Kneel and crawl forward, Slave." Sky compiled, and crawled towards
him. His cock was right at eye level for her as she hand-and-kneed
forward. She reached him, and he said. "Take my cock from Slave
Jennifer, and as you suck on it tell me exactly what you are. I think
you already know what I want to hear."
Sky swallowed once, and then threw herself into it. She reached up and
took his hard dick in her hand. It was quite rigid, despite having been
erect constantly for around twenty minutes. She sat up on her knees,
and started to peck his dick with kisses. "Oh, Master, your cock is so
big, it's so hard, I love it's taste, it makes me feel all tingly,
knowing that I'm sucking on my Master's prick, knowing that I'm making
him excited, knowing that I could make him come, come all over my face
and in my mouth, this little slut's mouth making your big cock come..."
She took his cock slowly into her mouth, and then slowly released it,
running her tongue down its bottom. In between slurping on it and
kissing it, she told him: "God, I'm such a little whore slave, Master,
I love sucking on your cock, I love being your little slut, Master, I'm
dreaming of all the women I'll catch for you, all the new slaves you'll
have because your little slave whore caught them for you, you fucking
their wet cunts while they eat mine, you coming over their bodies and
me lapping up your jism while Slave Kirstin eats my pussy..." She
stopped talking for a moment, and concentrated on sucking his prick.
She gave it short, bobbing strokes with her head, then longer, fuller
ones, taking it as far in as possible. She could tell he was close, he
was thrusting his hips, holding her hair in his hands, encouraging her.
She slid his dick form her lips, and said, "That's it Master, your
little slut is making you come. Come for me Master, come for me, come
all over my pretty little slut face." She grabbed his dick in her hands
and jacked it back and forth quickly. "Come, Master, come on your slut,
make me your slut Master, come on me, come come come..."
He placed his hands on her head, leaning hard, grunted once, and
suddenly let go with a tremendous wad. It splattered over her cheek,
and then next blast took her right in the mouth. But Sky didn't taste
come; instead she tasted the pussy juice of the girl she was sucking in
her fantasy, as the girl squirted it into her mouth. It was sweet, so
sweet... He blasted two more spurts onto her face, and she licked up
every drop hungrily.
Finally, he was finished. He took his hands from her head, and she
noticed then that his cock was still as erect as ever. Whatever else he
was, he sure had a lot of stamina. He took her by the shoulders and
stood her up. "You have done well, Slave. You have accepted your
Master's come quite vigorously. But I require further submission from
you. I require you to prove your devotion and enthusiasm towards me in
a very.. special way. Get down on your hands and knees, and spread your
asscheeks wide. Your Master wishes to take you in your ass. Accept your
Master's cock in your ass, and then I will give you the gifts you
seek."
Sky gasped, and fear welled up within her. She had never had anything
larger than a finger up her ass, though she had enjoyed that when it
had happened. However, the fantasy of all those girls, lining up just
to be her slaves... it was overpowering. She knelt down as he had
instructed, and placed her hands on her asscheeks, spreading them as
wide as possible, exposing her ass pucker to his eyes. "Take my ass,
Master, fuck me in the ass and take me as your slave whore."
She heard him whisper something to Jen. She rose, and returned. She
felt a finger on her ass, rubbing some sort of lubricant on it. It
felt... odd, but in a nice way. She felt the finger try and work its
way slowly into her asshole, but in her nervousness she was clenched
tighter than a vice. "She too tight, Master," she heard Jen say. "I
can't even get my finger in her little slut butt."
"Too tight, eh?" came his voice in reply. Suddenly, she felt another
finger, but this one felt... wonderful, so warm and stiff, it made her
relax, and at the same time it made her want that all the way up inside
her ass. "Try it now," he said. The first finger replaced the second,
but this one felt as nice. She felt her sphincter relax further as the
finger worked its way up inside, lubing as it went. Soon, it was
slipping in and out just like a finger in her pussy, only it felt twice
as nice. It slipped out a final time, and she heard Jen say, "She's
ready, Master."
She felt something smooth at her nether opening, and she heard him say,
"Beg."
"Please, Master, stick your cock in my ass, fuck my ass, buttfuck your
little slave whore, she needs it so bad in her ass." She did, she felt
a burning desire to have her ass fucked, right now, by his dick.
Because, in her mind, she saw that young freshman behind her, holding a
long, firm dildo in her hands, and ready to use it.
Sky felt him grip her sides. The very tip of his hard dick pushed a
centimeter into ass pucker, and she clenched involuntarily. He backed
up, and moment later she felt it again, but this time, her sphincter
just seemed to relax of its own volition. His cock slipped easily now
up her well-lubed ass. She felt so full, her ass felt wonderful. "Oh
Master, yes! Your cock feels soooo goood up my ass. Fuck it now,
Master, fuck my slave whore ass!"
He did just that. He started slow, slipping in and out of butthole as
easily as a cock in her pussy. Only the tightest pussy she could ever
imagine, and it felt more than wonderful. It felt ecstatic, she
couldn't get enough. She ground back on his cock, as he fucked away in
her ass. "Your ass is very tight, Slave, it feels very good. Your
Master is pleased." He picked up his pace now, fucking her harder and
faster with every stroke. "Do you like my cock fucking your slut ass,
Bitch?"
"Mmmm, yes, fuck, yes fuck, fuck my ass, fuck my slut bitch ass, fuck
my asshole with your hard cock, fuck your little whore slut slave in
the ass, oh Master, I'm going... I'm COMING MASTER!! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK
COMING FUCK COMING COMMMMMMMIIIIIINNGG!" Sky thrashed around on his
hard pole as her sphincter throbbed in orgasm. He continued to pump her
as she trembled under his relentless buttfucking. His pace increased as
her orgasm subsided. He grabbed Sky's waist, and seemed to use his
whole body, trying to push his cock deeper and deeper into her rectum.
"Are you ready for your Master's come in your ass, slave?" he asked her
breathlessly, still fucking away.
"Yes, Master, pump your slave whore's ass full of your white fuck! Come
in your slut's ass! Come!"
All at once, he rammed in one final time, and seemed to shake quietly
for about a minute. Sky thought she could feel the cum boiling out of
his dick into her ass. After a moment, he slowly withdrew his cock, and
she could feel the slippery remains of his come make his exit a slick
one. She remained where she was as she thought she heard one of the
other girls wetting a towel and wiping him down. Finally, he spoke.
"Turn around, Slave, and kneel before me." She did so. Jen and Kirstin
were both standing beside him, their hands slowly caressing his dick,
which was amazingly enough still hard. "You have done well, Slave, and
as promised I will give you your reward. Open your hand out flat before
me." She did so, and he touched the tips of his middle and index finger
to hers. "When you touch those to fingers to a woman's skin, and think
a suggestion, that woman will be compelled strongly to follow that
suggestion. Something like, 'Follow me home,' 'Undress,' 'You are
strongly physically attracted to me,' and possibly, 'You are my slave,
obey my commands,' will all work, though the last one may have to be
after getting the woman to trust or desire you. Now, open your mouth
and stick out your tongue." Sky obeyed, and he touched his hand to her
tongue. "When you lick part of woman's body, and you will it, they will
feel intense pleasure, the best thing they have ever felt. Prolonged
use of this will have them coming back and begging for more, and it
will have a similar affect of what I did to Jen earlier. Do you
understand the powers I have given you?"
Sky nodded slowly, taking in the implications of it. With these, she
could make any girl hers! "When you use the suggestion power," he
continued, "reinforcing it verbally can make some great difference,
though it will still work to a degree without you saying anything." Sky
nodded again, fantasizing about everything she could do with these
powers. Her mind turned to that brunette freshman in her Chem class,
what she would look like thrashing in orgasm as Sky ate her delicious
cunt. She couldn't wait to try.
"Remember," he said again, "every slave you capture becomes my Slave in
turn. Every Friday, we will meet here at 10:00, and every slave you
have I expect to be here as well. You can tell them that they or my
slaves or not, as you see fit. You are responsible for making them
properly slutty and enthusiastic when they are, though. Do you
understand?"
Sky nodded once.
"Then arise, and kiss your Master. You may then leave."
Sky got up, and walked over to him. With a wicked twinkle in her, she
bent over and kissed the head of his cock, swirling her lips around it
for a moment. She kissed him on his lips then, softly and passionately.
Breaking the kiss, she moved away from him with a wink. She then put on
her clothes again and left the Pit.
The cold wind outside brushed across her breasts. She took a deep
breath, and she knew then that the world was just hers for the taking.
Wow! I mean, wow! I watched Sky leave, her slim butt swaying behind
her. I had NEVER expected, in my wildest dreams, to have to use that
little of the power on her. I had expected to have to tweak her into
that strange sort of dominate submission, but she seemed to just launch
into it completely naturally.
Well, anyway, at least I didn't have to worry about grabbing more girls
for a while; Sky would probably more than take care of that for me. It
was time to put another plan into action.
"Master," Kirstin's voice drifted up to me, "my little whore pussy is
just aching for some thick Master cock..."
Well, maybe it would be time later...
The next Monday, I skipped class, and took a ride into the city,
towards the main state university there. It took me a while, but
finally I found the office of Prof. Harvey Molton. Harvey had the
distinction, if you can call it that, of serving eighteen months
minimum security time for his involvement in one of the biggest
investment and embezzlement scandals of the decade. No one had ever
pinned anything directly to him, but it was widely purported to be his
idea all along. No one knew exactly how much he was worth, since no one
knew exactly how much he had stolen. What did it get him? A part-time
professorship at a distinguished university business school. What did
it get me? It made him easy to find.
I sauntered past the secretary, who suddenly found herself totally
engrossed in her paperwork. I didn't bother to knock as I opened his
door.
He sat behind an imposing mahogany desk, in a high backed leather
chair, reading papers in the light of a bank lamp with the windows
shut. Could he be a little more cliched?
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
I didn't even bother to be subtle; it wasn't worth my time. I slammed
his mind hard, putting him into an extremely suggestible state. "Listen
up, Mr. Molton. I am your best friend in the whole wide world. You
trust me more than immediate family, more than your wife and kids, more
than your accountant. You would literally do anything for me if I asked
it of you, especially if it involved some questionable transactions
with money, and you wouldn't think twice about it. You know I can be
trusted if you get into gray or illegal areas of the law. You want to
do anything in your power to make sure I'm happy, and my happiness is
your greatest reward. Do you understand?" He nodded curtly, once.
I let up on the pressure on his mind. He shook his head, and looked up
at me again. The tension seemed to drain away from his eyes, replaced
with something like rapture.
"Hi Harvey," I said. "How's business?"
"Not bad, not bad at all. How are things with you?"
"Well, I could sure use some extra cash..."
"Heh heh, couldn't we all?"
"Well, what would you say if I told you I could get you access to any
monetary fund in the whole world? Banks? Mutual funds? Anything you
wanted. Do you think you could make some money appear in pocket?"
"Well, hey, it'd be easy if I had access, but who'd be crazy enough to
let me near any of that kind of money?"
I thought I could feel my smile splitting my face.
It didn't take long. We drove to a large financial institution's
office, rode the elevator up to the top floor, and within a few hours I
had more money, safely in several different places, than I could ever
possibly conceive of spending in a lifetime, and two dupes willing to
take the rap if it ever came to light.
When I got back to campus, I called Jen, Sky, and Kirstin to my room.
They arrived about fifteen minutes later. "You called, Master?" Sky
asked.
I handed Sky my credit card. "Take this and go shopping. Buy yourself
and the other sluts some lingerie. Fishnet stockings, teddies, a nice
variety. Put it all on the card, I'll take care of it. When you get
back, make sure all of you have your whore cunts shaved correctly.
Slave Jennifer can show you how. You have been keeping your cunt
shaved, haven't you Slave Jen?"
"Oh yes Master," Jen replied. She unconsciously fingered the choker
around her neck. "Whenever I do, I always think of your tongue licking
across my bald pussy lips and your cock pounding away at my little
shaved twat."
"Very good, Slave, you please your Master. Make sure these other two
sluts do as well. Now go. Meet me Friday night, at the Pit, dressed in
your new outfits. Make sure you bring any new sluts you find, Slave
Sky."
"Yes Master," Sky replied. All three did a little bow and left. Funny,
I didn't remember teaching them that. Perhaps Sky had taken it upon
herself. I didn't mind, but I reminded myself to keep an eye on her.
For now, it was time for a little homework.
The next day, Sky squirmed in her seat as her Chem professor rattled on
about methane groups and other completely engrossing topics. Her new
silky panties felt very nice, and they were distracting her no end. Sky
tried to keep her eyes on her notes, but that only lasted for a couple
of seconds. For the hundredth time, she glanced up at the clock on the
far wall. 11:47, it read. Only three minutes, three agonizingly long
minutes before class was done and she could...
She tried to make herself stop thinking about it, tried to make the
time pass faster. But as her eyes came down from the clock they swept
over the form of the brunette freshman in the third row, and she was
transfixed.
Her face was delicate, and her chin was slightly pointed. She had
auburn hair, and big brown eyes, the kind that could make men's hearts
melt and their dicks hard. But she was too good for any man. Sky had
discovered that her name was Kim, and that she was having difficulty on
her assignments. That had been her first attempt at using her new
power, convincing the TA to tell her about the cute freshman. She
couldn't believe how easy it was. All she had to do was lay her two
fingers on any exposed skin, and think a thought, and voila! Instant
trust, instant belief, or, possibly, instant desire.
Sky turned back to the lecture and tried to listen, tried to make the
class pass faster. The professor dragged on past 11:50 to 11:53, before
the rustle of papers finally convinced her that it was time to end.
Sky nearly leapt out of her seat and tried to meander nonchalantly down
the isle to the third row, where Kim was just gathering her things and
storing them away. Swallowing down her nervousness, Sky approached.
"Hi," she said, nervously.
Kim looked up. "Hi?" she said, as more of a question.
Sky proffered forth her hand. "My name is Sky Regina, I'm a friend of
Doris, our TA?"
"Oh, yeah," Kim answered, and took Sky's hand. Sky sent a mental
impulse down through her fingers: *You trust me.*
Kim seemed to space out for a moment as they shook hands. Sky finally
let the girl's hand go; it had been so smooth, so soft, just slightly
cool. Sky could almost feel her mouth watering. "Anyway," Sky
continued, "Doris told me that you were having some difficulty, and
seeing as how she is really busy, was wondering if you would let me
help you out?"
"Oh, uh... sure, that sounds great," Kim replied, smiling.
"Great, why don't we get together tonight, say around 6:30?"
"Oh, 6:30 on a Wednesday is when I have glee club, what about 9:00?"
"Perfect. I'm in East Dorm, room 451. You know where that is?"
"Yeah sure."
"OK, I'll see you then." Sky presented her hand again, and Kim took it.
Sky sent another impulse, as hard as she could: *You desire me.*
As Sky walked away, Kim stood watching her with a strange expression,
almost one of first discovering something you always knew was there.
Sky didn't have to look behind her to know it was there.
Sky paced back and forth in the small confines of her dorm room. She
was wearing her tightest pair of cutoff jeans and a t-shirt that barely
came to the bottom of her breasts. She was cold, but she looked hot.
She kept glancing at her clock. Today had seem run by clocks. It was
9:05, and she was getting impatient. She tried to school herself to
calm, but couldn't seem to do it.
Finally, a knock came at her door, and she positively ran over to fling
it open. Kim stood outside, looking a little sheepish. "Sorry I'm
late," she said, "but glee club ran a little long. I got here as fast
as I could."
"No problem at all," Sky said, reminding herself to try and do
something nasty to the glee club leader if she ever found out who that
was. "Come on in," she said, stepping aside and allowing the younger
girl in.
Kim entered and looked around. "Nice room," she said. "Pretty big for a
single." Sky closed the door behind her. Now, what was she supposed to
do... oh yes. Sky went over to her desk and took out a small flat rock
and placed it onto its twin on her desk. Her Master had told her that
this would make it possible for them to make as much noise as they
wanted without being disturbed. Sky had tried it out with her heaviest
heavy metal album earlier today, and even at the loudest volumes no one
had told her to shut up. Now she was ready.
She turned to Kim, who was looking at her expectantly. "Should we get
started?" Kim asked.
"Yeah, have a seat on the bed." Sky motioned towards her bed, and Kim
plopped her books and herself down onto it. "Well," Kim started, "I
just can't seem to get my head wrapped around all these different
names."
"Hmmm," Sky replied, "why don't we -- hey! That's a long lifeline
you've got there!" Sky hoped her trust suggestion was in high gear;
that segue had been a little stilted. To smooth over, she took Kim's
hand into her own. "I'm a bit of a palm-reader," she explained. With
her two special fingers, she traced some of the lines on Kim's upturned
palm. "You really must trust people to let them just look at your hand
like this. I mean, I barely even know you." Sky sent waves of trust
through her two fingers and into Kim's hand.
"Well, I know this sounds a little silly, but I kinda feel like I could
tell you anything. You have a very... trustworthy face."
Sky smiled. It was working! She started to try and send small pulses of
desire mixed in with the trust waves as she danced her finger dance on
Kim's palm. "Your love line is long as well," Sky said. "Though a bit
bent." She winked at the other girl, as if sharing a secret.
"What does that mean?" Kim asked. Her breath seemed imperceptibly
shorter.
"Well, it means that you don't always follow the normal, boring paths
of love, that's all. For you, love is an adventure." Sky started to
push trust towards submission. "You like to experiment."
"Well, my last couple of boyfriends haven't thought so, but yeah, I
guess you're right."
"Do you trust me, Kim?" Sky asked. Waves of trust, desire and
submission boiled out of Sky's fingers.
"Yes," Kim said, slowly, "yes I do. I... I... I like you."
Sky smiled. "Your love line," she continued, "bends down, which means
that while you like to experiment, you also like someone else to lead
the way, don't you?"
"Yes," Kim replied. "How can you tell?"
"Why, it's all right here in your hand. You like someone else to take
the lead, to take control. You like being told what to do. You've never
let yourself know it, but you like someone else to tell you what to do
in love and sex, don't you?"
"Ummm...," Kim replied, looking unsure. "I guess you're right. I've
never let myself know it, but I feel that way right now."
"You want me to take the lead, don't you Kim?"
Kim's eyes seemed to pop out of her head at the suggestion, but she
answered, in a quiet whisper, "Yes, I do."
"Kiss me, Kim," Sky ordered. Kim leaned over, eyes still wide, and lips
parted. Sky leapt like a snake and kissed Kim hard. Still holding onto
her hand and pumping signals of desire and submission, Kim and Sky
kissed passionately, each exploring the other's lips. Finally, Sky
parted her mouth and let her tongue slip out to taste Kim's lips.
Kim went from fairly enthusiastic to madly passionate at that moments.
She grabbed Sky's head and frenched her spiritedly. Sky enjoyed the
feeling of Kim's tongue meeting hers, the pair intertwining, slipping
slipperily around one another. Finally, Sky freed herself from the lip
lock and trailed her tongue across Kim's cheek and down the freshman's
neck. Kim tried to ground Sky's head into her neck with her hands, her
breath coming in gasps. Sky firmly took both of Kim's hands and
continued her mental suggestions. "You want me to tell you what to do,
don't you Kim?" she breathed in between necking the younger girl.
"Yes, please, I like it," Kim responded.
"You want to obey what I tell you, don't you? I makes you feel good to
obey me, doesn't it? The sweet desire of submission fills you, doesn't
it?"
"Yes, yes! Take me please! Make me obey!"
"You want me to order you to do sexual things, don't you Kim?"
"Yes, oh yes, I never would have believed it before, but yes! Please! I
love what you are doing!"
"You want to become my sexual servant, don't you?"
"Yes yes!"
Sky took her non-magicked hand from Kim's and started to feel her
breasts. "You want to become my slave, don't you?" she said, going for
broke, and sending as hard as she could, *Submission feels good*.
"Oh yes! Yes yes yes! Please, I want to be your slave. Please? It feels
so good!"
"My slaves obey my every wish, no matter what I ask, and they love it.
Will you do that?"
"Yes yes! It feels too good to stop please! I want to be your sex
slave!"
Sky began to feed in a love of being degraded through her fingers. "My
slaves know what they are, and love to hear and use degrading terms.
Will you enjoy it when I call you a 'whore'? A 'bitch'? A 'slut'?"
"Yes yes! Call me names! Dirty, filthy names! Cunt slut whore bitch! Do
it!"
"Take off your top and bra, slave," Sky ordered. It was time to have
some fun. Kim had a wild look in her eyes as she nearly tore her shirt
off her body. Her bra came off no less swiftly. Her breasts were small
and perky, and her nipples stood at attention. Sky grabbed her hand
again, and then began to suck on her tits. Kim gasped as Sky's
pleasure-giving tongue slipped over her nipples and aureole. "Oh GOD!
It feels so good when you like my tits like that, Sky. It feels so
fucking good!"
Sky cut short one of her long licks across Kim's chest to say, "Call me
by my title, slave." She spoke in a tone that brooked no leeway. "Call
me your Mistress, whore."
"Yes, Mistress, yes, lick my tits Mistress, lick my nipples, lick your
slave's nipples!"
Sky pushed Kim back across the bed, and continued to suck at Kim's rock
hard nipples. She continued to pump in a love of degradation into the
younger girl through her magicked fingers, and Kim continued to respond
beautifully. With her free hand, Kim pressed Sky's head into her bosom,
saying, "Yes, oh yes, I never knew Mistress, I never knew how good a
woman's tongue feels across my breasts! It feels so good! I love it
when you suck your whore's nipples, don't ever stop, YES!"
Sky's mouth made a small popping sound as she pulled her head away from
Kim's nipple. "Are you sure you don't want me to stop licking your
nipples, Slave? Are you sure you wouldn't want me to lick somewhere
else, bitch?" Sky reached between the freshman's thighs and grabbed at
her pussy through her cotton panties. "Are you sure you wouldn't like
your little slut cunt licked, whore? Would that make you feel good,
Slave? To have your pussy licked by your Mistress?"
"Oh Mistress, yes! Lick your little slut's cunt! Lick my pussy with
that tongue, please!"
"Strip, Slave," Sky commanded. Kim got off the bed and proceeded to
tear the rest of her clothes from her body. Meanwhile, Sky carefully
removed her shorts and top, revealing her shaved pussy lips and ample
breasts to her new slave. "Turn around," Sky ordered. Kim slowly
turned, showing off her cute ass as she faced away from Sky. Sky could
hardly wait to get a piece of it. "Come here."
Kim walked over. Sky took her hand again and resumed pumping in a love
of degradation, of being a slut. "Do you like my body, Slave? Does the
sight of my breasts and cunt make you tingly inside?"
"Yes, Mistress, you have a very sexy body."
"Do you like the way my pussy is shaved, Slave?"
"It looks good to lick, Mistress, smooth and wet."
Sky reached down and felt the other girl's pussy lips. They were
soaking wet. While playing with them, she said, "Do you want to keep
being my slave, whore?"
"Yessss, Mistress, please..."
"Then after we are finished here tonight, I want you to shave your twat
like mine, and keep it smooth. You must not tell anyone about me, and
you must meet me in my room on Friday at 9:00 PM. I'll introduce you to
my... friends, after that. But for now, lean back..." Sky slowly pushed
the other girl back onto the bed as she lowered her head to waist
level. She inhaled the girl's lovely sex scent, savoring in its
pungency. Then she kissed Kim's pussy lips, careful not to use her
tongue too soon. She kissed slowly up and down Kim's slit, and could
feel the girl become more aroused and moist with every peck. Finally,
she went for the kill. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue, and placed the
very tip of it lightly against Kim's engorged clitoris.
"OH GOD YES MISTRESS! LICK MY SLUTTY CLIT, FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!
AAAAAAAHHHHGGGGG!" Kim's hips writhed and jumped as Sky licked away at
her pussy. She had an orgasm within fifteen seconds, and was well on
her way to another in the next minutes. Sky disengaged herself for a
moment, though, denying the freshman, temporarily, second bliss.
Instead, she swiveled herself around and then on top of the younger
girl, positioning her pussy directly above the waiting tongue of the
eager young slave. "Eat your Mistress's cunt, like a good slave," she
instructed. Kim hungrily dug in, making up for what she lacked in
technique in sheer enthusiasm. Sky relished in the sensations of the
first-timer eating at her cunt. In time, she will make an excellent
pussy eater, Sky thought. But for now, Sky had other things to do. She
lowered her head between the other girl's legs, and resumed her
licking.
Kim's cunnilingus become intense as Sky's tongue worked her magic.
Unable to cry out, she seemed to transfer her orgasms straight through
her tongue and into Sky. However, the older girl needed something else.
"Dirty whore," Sky said in between bouts of licking, "being a good slut
and lube up your finger and stick it up my ass. Your Mistress orders
you to finger-fuck her ass."
Kim eagerly obeyed. Sky momentarily felt Kim's finger at her pussy
gathering juice, then more tentatively at her nether hole. She felt Kim
run her finger around her ass pucker, then slowly slide it in. The
orgasmic feelings she had felt last Friday with her Master came back to
her then, and she enthusiastically began licking Kim's pussy again. In
turn, Kim began to fuck Sky's ass more vigorously, as the two girls'
energy began to feed off of the other.
"Lick my cunt!" Kim cried.
"Fuck my ass with your slut finger!" Sky shouted.
"Oh make me come Mistress, make your slut whore COMMMMMME!"
"OH fuck, OH FUCK YES FUCK LICK MY PUSSY FUCK MY ASS YOU BITCH WHORE
SLUT YESSSSS!!!" Sky's orgasm blasted through her as the freshman
writhed under her in her own.
After a few minutes, both girls calmed themselves to the point where
they could speak again. "That was very good for your first time, slut,"
she said, "but I expect your pussy licking to get much better."
"I will practice any time you wish, Mistress, any time."
"Good. Now go. Meet me back here at 9:00 PM tomorrow, and make sure
your pussy is slaved like a whore slave's should be."
"Yes Mistress." Kim said no more, quietly climbing into her clothes,
gathering her things, and then leaving after giving Sky a small kiss.
After she was gone, Sky fell back onto the bed with a wide smile on her
face. Her life had definitely taken a turn for the better.
I was frustrated. Not sexually, mind you, but at how difficult it was
proving to master my mind powers. Manipulating people and singlepurpose
fields had been easy, like the most natural thing in the world.
Making a field to make another field, however, was proving
substantially harder. My current experiment was a loop of wire with a
mental field around it, which, when an object passed through the wire,
would project another field onto the object, rendering it slightly
smelly. It was tough even to come up with a simple thing like that, but
I finally had it right on Friday afternoon. With any luck the next part
of my plan would be able to start in a few weeks.
To celebrate my small success, I took a walk around campus, realizing I
hadn't been out of my dorm room all day. Thus, it happened that I was
walking through the quad when I saw Sky on the other side of it,
looking away from me and tying her shoe. She hadn't spotted me. As she
finished, she was approached by what looked like a freshman. He had
slightly out of fashion clothes on, and his glasses didn't sit quite
right on his head. He walked up to Sky, and the wind was just right so
that I could hear their conversation.
"Excuse me," he said, "but do you know what time it is?" I immediately
looked at his cuff, and saw what looked like the hint of a watchface
peeking out from under it.
Sky whirled around, a furious look on her face. "Look chump," she said,
and thumped him in the chest with her finger, "I don't have the time
for you and I don't have the time to talk to you. Not now, not ever.
Got it?" He nodded dumbly once. "Good," and she strode off in a huff.
Well, I thought to myself, that was pretty darn rude. On impulse, I
walked up to the guy. "That was harsh," I said.
I had obviously startled him out of his shocked reverie as he jumped
nearly out of his skin. "What? Oh... uhhh... yeah... uhhh..."
"What's your name?" I asked, trying to give him something to focus on.
"Dave," he answered, "Dave Perowitz."
"Well, Dave, if I told you that I knew a way to... return her favor to
her, would you be interested?"
"Well, I... uhhh... I dunno... uhhh..."
"Look, I've had that happen to me too many times to try and jerk you
around about it. I sympathize, I've been there."
"Really?" he said, and the look in his eyes was both sincere and
laughable.
"Yeah, we all have, but I can give you a chance, like I said, to return
the favor. All you have to do is 'Yes,' and trust me."
"Well, as long as it doesn't hurt anybody..."
"Believe me, Dave," I told him, confidence filling my voice, "no one's
going to do anything they won't love. Meet me at my room, Blunsdell
Dorm, tonight at around 9:00, and I'll tell you more then, OK?"
"Uh... OK." He shook my hand, and walked off looking a little more
confident than before.
Sky was in for a surprise tonight.
At around 9:15 I heard a timid knock at my door. Figuring he was late
squaring up his courage, I opened it at a polite pace with a polite
smile. "Hi Dave," I said, "come on in."

"Thanks," he replied, stepping inside. "Nice room," he commented.

"Thanks. Now, this is the deal. Basically, you take this--" I presented
a small polished stone in my outstretched hand "-- to the Pit tonight,
now, and you wait there. Around 9:50 or so, you will notice that the
place will start emptying out very rapidly. When that happens, hide
over by the Space Invaders box, where you can look out onto the pool
tables without being seen. Wait there, and I'll arrive shortly. I'll be
with other people, and some things may happen that you don't expect.
Whatever happens, don't leave. I'll call you out when the time is
right, and then..."

"And then?" Derek asked, his interest piqued.

"Just do what comes naturally," I said, smiling my evil grin.
9:45 rolled around, and I started to set up my standard fields around
the Pit, making sure there were holes for the girls to get through as
they arrived. True as clockwork, a couple of minutes later, everybody
began to pour out, and very soon the place was empty. I trundled down
the stairs, taking a quick peek at the grill to make sure everything
was turned off. It wouldn't do me any good to start a fire in my own
playground.

As I strolled back into the pool table area, I caught Dave's shadow by
the Space Invader's machine. The stone I had given him prevented my
"leave-and-ignore" fields from affecting him. Just to be on the safe
side, I set up a small field in him to make sure his attention was too
rapt to even consider leaving. I give him a small thumbs up sign, and
then Kirstin and Jen arrived.

Both were wearing halter tops and mini-skirts, with garters and
something that looked like teddies. "Good evening, slaves," I said.

"Good evening, Master," they replied, giving me a small curtsy.

"Take off your tops and skirts, bitches," I instructed. I thought I
heard Dave give a small gasp. Kirstin and Jen both smiled slightly as
they removed their skimpy tops and bottoms. Underneath, Kirstin was
wearing a red teddy and stockings, without any panties. Jen was wearing
a matching green outfit, again without panties. Jen reached over and
rubbed her hand over Kirstin's bald pussy lips, and I thought I caught
another peep from Dave. "Do you like Slave Kirstin's nice shaved cunt
lips, Master?" Jen cooed as she stroked the other girl.

"You have done well, but I have yet to see Slave Jen's pussy. Where is
she?"

"She is bringing a new slave," Kirstin answered.

"Aha, that is welcome news. Well, while we are waiting, why don't you
undress your Master?"

The girls laughed and complied. They eagerly assisted me as I removed
my clothes, and then I lay down on the floor. Mentally reminding myself
to bring a mat next time, I said, "Slave Jen, suck your Master's cock.
Slave Kirstin, come here and let me give your pussy a more... thorough
examination."

Jen immediately dove onto my dick, sucking it eagerly and quickly
bringing me erect. Meanwhile, Kirstin lowered herself over my face, and
I began to lick at her pussy. "Ohhhhh... Master, your tongue feels so
good against my hairless twat lips... mmmmmm, lick your slave's twat,
lick her little whore twat, she needs it, her little slut cunt needs
your hot tongue, oh fuck yes! Fuck your little whore cunt with your
tongue, Master, suck my little slut clit, make your dirty slave come,
make her come!"

Kirstin's cunt was especially sweet and smooth; she must have just
shaved it today before coming over. "You like it when I suck your cunt,
you little bi-slut bitch?"

"Tell that little bitch what she is, Master," Jen encouraged as she
swirled her tongue around the head of my shaft.

"Keep sucking his cock, whore," Kirstin replied. "You little bitch
whore, you like sucking his dick, don't you, little cock-sucking slave
slut! Mmmmm, lick my clit, Master, lick my dirty little whore bitch
clit, making your slave come, Master, making her COME! YES! OH GOD
YES!" Kirstin's thighs shuddered as her orgasm rolled through her, and
her slit flooded with her juices. I lapped eagerly, tasting her
sweetness, before Jen began to tease an orgasm from my now sensitive
cock. "Why don't you go give Slave Jennifer a hand, bitch?" I told
Kirstin. She smiled down at me and them moved down my body. Her lips
joined Jen's as they moved up and down my dick. Their tongues massaged
both sides of my cock as they licked it up and down the shaft. Soon,
they had me thrusting my hips skyward in anticipation of my impending
orgasm. "Lick me harder you slut whores!" I commanded.

I felt one of them grab my cock and bob up and down on the top of it
while the other licked at my balls. The effect was devastating. "Yes,
lick it lick it making your Master come, catch it catch it OH YEAH!"
White hot jizz boiled out of my dick, slamming into the back of Jen's
throat. She slurped hungrily at it, making sure she got every drop. As

I came down, I noticed Kirstin licking at the base of Jen's lips,
trying to catch any escaping sperm. Her efforts weren't producing much,
however; Jen was quite proficient. "Share your Master's come, Slave,
don't be a greedy slut. Jen slip her lips carefully off of my dick, and
then proceeded to kiss Kirstin, slowly but with passion and lots of
tongue. As I watched the two horny women kiss each other, every once in
a while I caught a glimpse of a come-coated tongue.

I glanced back to make sure Dave was still ensconced in his hiding
place. As I managed to pick out his form among the shadows, I heard
footsteps coming down the stairs. As I arose and turned to see who it
was, a deep angry voice shouted, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!", and a fist
slammed into my face.

The only thought on my way down to deep unconsciousness was, "How the
hell did they get in here?"

Jer Andrews was a man possessed. Jennifer had been ignoring his calls
ever since their last, strange night together where she had begged him
to dominate her during sex. After that, it was like he didn't even
exist as far as she was concerned, and he was hell-bound to find out
who had taken his Jen away. So, he had grabbed his two buddies from the
line, Jeff Tolkas and Miron Davis, and had followed Jen from her dorm
room that Friday night. They had trailed her to a friend of hers'
place, Kirstin Corkey, and then had followed the two of them to the
staircase leading to the Pit. There, suddenly, they had almost given
up.

"There's nothing going on in there, Jer," Miron had said. "I mean,
there's just nothing to see here, can't you tell?"

"Uh... yeah, I..." Jer had responded, hesitantly. Something deep inside
him suspected he was being tricked somehow. His smarter, older brother,
that little pipsqueak sonofabitch, had always been tricking him one way
or another since he was five, and he had that same feeling again. "Wait
a minute!" he snapped. "We saw them go down there, didn't we?"

"Yeah, uh, yeah we did," Jeff replied.

"And they haven't come out yet, have they?"

"No, no."

"Then they're still in there. Come on, let's go," and before he could
think about it, he had run down the stairs. Taking the first few steps
had been like walking in a hurricane; all he had thought about was how
there was nothing going on down there and that they should look
elsewhere. Gravity had propelled him onwards, though, and at the
bottom, his head suddenly had cleared and he had thought he heard
something from inside. Jer had noticed his two buddies were still at
the top of the stairs. "Come on, dumbfucks, let's get in there!" he
shouted. "Just start walking and don't think about it, come on!"

The other two had hesitantly, step by step, proceeded down the flight
of stairs. Finally, all three were at the bottom, and had walked
inside.

The first thing Jer noticed was that Jen looked really hot, in some new
lingerie and stockings, and her pussy was shaved. The second thing he
noticed was that she had just finished sucking on some other guy's
prick.

He had punched the guy out without thinking, yelling inarticulately and
pummeling him until someone had pulled him off.

"Stop it, stop it, don't hurt my Master!" Kirstin screamed, tugging at
the football player's arm. Jer let himself be pulled away. He looked at
the naked guy beneath him, and then spat on him. "Don't you ever look
at Jennifer again, you hear me you goddamn sonofabitch! EVER!" He
kicked him again for good measure.

"What do we have here?" called a voice from the doorway. Everyone in
the room looked to the doorway. There, in a pair of extremely tight
jeans, stood Sky, and standing next to her in an extra- short miniskirt
and high-heels, was Kim.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jer demanded.

"Let's just say I am the Mistress of this place," Sky replied
enigmatically. "I run this little soiree every Friday night, and it
seems that you have crashed the party."

"Well, your party's over, bitch," Jer spat back. "I dunno what kinda
weird lesbo crap you're into here, but I'm taking Jennifer and I'm
leaving, just as soon as I finish tearing this sonofabitch back here a
new asshole and shoving his head inside it and pissing all over him,
you hear me!"

"Oh come now, Jeremiah," Sky replied. "Don't leave when the party's
just starting. Some of my girls, like Jen and Kirstin over there, like
to have some men around sometime, and that's why we keep Mr.
Unconscious over there around. But now that you're here, I think that
all of us could have some fun, don't you?"

"No way, sister, I--"

"Hey Jer," Miron interjected, "why don't we, ah, hear the lady out?"

"Your friend there has a good idea, Jer," Sky said, coating her voice
as much as possible with sultry sweetness. Leading Kim by the hand, she
sauntered over to where the other girls stood, trembling. As she lay
her hand on each, she sent relaxation suggestions through her fingers,
and their nervous shaking subsided. "I mean, Jer, why just saddle
yourself with one woman, when you might just have a chance at both Jen,
and Kirstin, and Kim here?" At that, Kim looked up in surprise and
shock at Sky, but the older girl took no notice.

"Yeah Jer," Jeff peeped up, "why do a dumb thing like that?"

"Don't throw away an opportunity to be Master for a night, Jer, you may
never get it again."

"Master for a night, huh?" Jer said, contemplating. "Jennifer,
com'ere." Jennifer walked forward. Jer reached down and touched her
pussy. It was sopping wet. "Last time we fucked," he said, "you wanted
me to... what was it you said, dominate you? You want me to do that
now?"

"Yes, please, Master," Jen replied, her voice quavering with desire.

"Hey hey hey," Miron said, "she really wants it. You, in the red, come
here." Kirstin walked over to the sandy-haired linesman. "You wanna be
my slave tonight?"

"Yes, of course Master," Kirstin answered.

Not to be outdone, Jeff motioned at Kim. Kim, however, looked as white
as a sheet. Sky placed her special hand on the freshman's neck, send
calming waves along with some sexual excitement. She leaned over and
whispered in the younger girl's ear. "Slave, he'll degrade you just
like I did, and it'll feel sooo goooood to have his big cock in you,
won't it?"

Kim calmed visibly and nodded. She swallowed and walked over to the
thick-necked football player. "So, are you gonna be my slave?"

"Y-y-y-es, M-m-m-master," Kim replied, nervously.

"Hey hey hey," Miron said, "everybody's got a bitch. Hey, slut, get
down on your knees and suck on my dick a while, OK?"

"Of course, Master." Kirstin dropped to her knees and fished out
Miron's cock from inside his pants. She began to eagerly tease it into
hardness.

"Blow me, you whore," Jer ordered. Jen complied meekly, sucking
tenderly on Jer's squat, fat prick.

"Uh, how about a blowjob?" Jeff asked.

"Okay, I guess," Kim replied. She shyly pulled at the tall man's
zipper, and timidly removed his cock, which was already half hard. She
carefully kissed up and down the length of it.

"Yee haw!" Miron shouted. "We got ourselves a regular orgy going on
here! That's it, suck my dick, bitch, you know the way I *like* it,
you're a pretty good little slut!" As Miron shouted, Jer sternly began
thrusting his dick in and out of Jen's mouth, while Jeff simply stood
dumbfounded as Kim continued her quiet pecking.

As unobtrusively as she could, Sky began backing out of the pool area
and towards the bar, where she hoped to find some water to revive her
Master. As she backed up, she suddenly felt a hand against her back and
something else pressing against her. Reaching around, she found it was
a cup of water, already filled. She didn't have time to look behind
herself and thank whatever fortune had sent her this boon.

"Turn around and shove the slut ass high in the air, bitch, I wanna
fuck that cute little pussy of yours. Yeehaw, what a night!" Miron
called out. Kirstin smiled and laughed as she turned around. Miron
jumped on top of the prostrate girl and began to hump away.
Jer grabbed Jennifer's hair and pulled her up slowly. "Get down on all
fours like the dog bitch you are. I'm gonna punish you for running out
on me." Jennifer compiled, fear in her eyes. Jer penetrated her easily
and began fucking like a man possessed.

Jeff softly put a hand on Kim's head and pointed to the ground. Kim
nodded, lay back, and spread her legs. Jeff slowly positioned himself
on top of her, and was about to guide his throbbing member into Kim's
pussy, when suddenly someone grabbed his hair and yanked his head up
hard.

"Coitus interruptus, I'm afraid," he said, then he kneed Jeff in the
face.

It was hard to imagine I could hurt any worse than I could when I came
to. Sky was splashing water as quietly as she could on my face, and
when I tried to sputter she closed her hand over my mouth and shook her
head violently. I swallowed the water as best I could then followed her
finger as she pointed towards the pool tables. There, I saw Jeremiah
Andrews screwing Jen like it was his last act on earth. When I got
through with him, it just might be.

I got to my feet as best I could, and found that the football brutes
were too wrapped up in their little orgy to notice me. The third one,
Jeff, hadn't quite started with a girl I didn't recognize, but I
decided that if it turned out to be his girlfriend, I could patch
things up later.

I kicked Jeff off the one girl, and that finally got the attention of
Jer. He looked up from Jen's back, and fixed his eyes on me. "Well,
look who's up." He slid out of Jen slowly, and I noticed his blond
companion had done the same. Jeff was still dazed, as a quick glance to
my left revealed, so I decided to concentrate on these two for now.
They took a step towards me. "You will feel intense pain, now," I said,
and I slammed into their minds with everything I had.
The effect was as stupendous as it was satisfying, in a primal way. The
two literally bounced off the floor in their thrashings, screaming out
in agony. After about thirty seconds, I relented. "Get up," I ordered,
and included Jeff this time. They complied slowly. "Now freeze where
you are until I say you may move again." They all stopped like statues.
I etched the following commands as deeply as my powers would let me:

"You will never be able to speak of this night ever, under any
circumstance, nor will you be able to communicate who or what did the
acts of this evening to you. Whenever you see a person to whom you are
attracted, you will feel an uncontrollable urge to wet your pants.
Furthermore, you will be belligerent and mean, especially when you
think it might get you into a physical fight, but then you will find
yourself unable to harm the other person in any way, nor to defend
yourself against them. These orders will last ten years from this day,
and at the end of those years, you will find that all you want to do is
to go to work, go home, and sleep, in that order. This will last for
another ten years, and after those years, you will seek out a monastery
and live the rest of your lives penniless. Though you will always
desire money, women, and drink, you will find yourself unable to have
any. Now GO!" As the three ran out of the Pit, I noticed that the
fronts of all three of their pants were wet with urine.

I turned back to the girls. They were all watching me in awe. I think I
liked that. "Now, my good little sluts, you did very well. You acted
precisely as I would have imagined, and I thank you that I came to no
more harm. Now, hold out your hands." They did so, and I projected a
small field onto each one. "From now on, if anyone assaults me to the
point where I am unconscious, all you need to do is to touch the
attacker with your hands and say, 'Sleep,' and they will fall into a
deep slumber. Do you understand?" All of them nodded except for the
girl in the mini- skirt, who I presumed was Sky's catch of the week.

"Well, Slave Sky," I said, "what have you brought me?"

"This is my first catch for you Master, a fresh-slut named Kim. She has
already shaved her pussy like a good little slave, and is ready for
you."

"She is quite pretty, Slave Sky. You have made a fine first catch."

"I... don't understand," Kim sputtered, "Mistress, please, I don't
think I like this--"

I placed my hand on her arm. "Slut, look at me," I ordered. She turned
her head towards me. "While we are here, in the Slave Pit, *I* am the
only Master, and Slave Sky is just that, a whore slut like the rest of
you. Outside here, she is your Mistress, but inside here, you are
mine."

"He's right, slave," Sky agreed. "I am his slave slut in here, just
like you are. I catch my Master new sluts like you, and he lets me have
them afterwards. While we are in here, you are his slut cunt, to do
with as he pleases."

"And I please to use your cunt tonight," I continued. "Show it to me,
Slave Kim, show me your little slave twat."

Kim looked confused and yet strangely excited by this odd group of
people. She undid the zipper on the side of her mini-skirt, and let it
fall to the ground. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her labia were
smooth, and the patch of hair above her slit, a light chestnut color,
looked soft and curly.

I knelt down and placed my nose near her sex, inhaling her fine aroma.

I then lightly kissed the outside of her pussy, laying light kisses all
around her labia. "Your slutty cunt tastes very nice, whore," I told
her.

Kim glanced over at Sky. "Mistress, I--"

I snapped to my feet, and glared at Kim sternly. She reflected my gaze
with fear. "I am going to have to teach who is the Master and who are
the slaves here, aren't I bitch?"

"No, I--"

"Slave Sky, bring me a chair." Sky obeyed quickly. I sat down, then
motioned Kim to lay across my lap. She complied humbly. "Now learn your
lesson, slut," I said, and I brought my hand down hard on Kim's lovely
small ass. She cried out, and I smacked her again. Seven more times
made an even ten, and by then Kim was sobbing apologies. I lifted her
off my knees, and then slowly placed her down on all fours. I walked a
few steps away, and then turned back to the tear-stained girl. "Now," I
said, "crawl over here, and convince me that my little slut wants me to
fuck her."

Kim crawled over towards me, saying, "Please, oh please, Master, fuck
me, please, Master, I want to be fucked, I need to be fucked, fuck
little Kimmy, please, oh please Master, please let me suck on your cock
and then fuck me with it, fuck my slutty little cunt, my slutty little
shaved cunt, please, tell me I'm a slut whore that needs to be fucked
for her own dirty little good." A step away, she turned around and
presented her cunt tome, thrusting and waving her shapely ass towards
me. "Please, see how wet my little bitch twat is, I loved it when you
kissed it, it made me so wet to have your lips on my little slut pussy,
I need it, I need to be fucked, please, OH FUCK GOD YES!" she screamed
as I surprised her from behind with my eight inch member.
Her little cunt was tight around my prick, tighter than any of my other
slaves. It held my prong like a velvet vice as I plunged it in and out
of her. The other girls called out encouragement. "Fuck that slut!"

"Fill that bitch's twat with your cock, yeah!" "Fuck her good, Master,
show her what it means to be your whore."

"Fuck me harder, Master, give it to me good!" Kim screamed out. I was
already pounding her pretty hard, but picked up my pace and really
rammed it home. Kim responded enthusiastically; "Oh YEAH FUCK! FUCK MY
LITTLE CUNT GOOD MASTER FUCK IT GOOD WITH YOUR HARD DICK! Oh FUCK oh
FUCK oh FUUUUUCK!" As Kim's orgasm blasted through her, I grunted
loudly and let fly with one of my own. My come exploded out of my dick
and filled Kim's pussy to overflowing. As I pulled out of her, a trail
of white sperm came with me. "Lick that up," I ordered, pointing at Sky
and Kim's cunt. Sky eagerly complied, lapping at Kim's spermy pussy.
Sky's magic tongue had its usual effect; Kim rushed quickly up to
another orgasm, screaming at the apex, "OH LICK MY CUNT YOU SLUTTY
BITCH YESSSSS!" I walked around to the other side of Kim's quivering
form, stroking my ever-hard dick. As Kim opened her eyes, she was
greeted by the sight of my purple-headed member staring her in the
face.

"Prepare to receive your Master's come, slave, and accept your position
as my slut."

"Yes Master, come all over my face, treat me like the slut I am, come
all over your whore's face, come on me Master, come... come..."

"Here it comes, you bitch slut whore, you bi-slave slut oh YEAH!" I
blasted Kim's face with my hot jizz. She eagerly licked every drop she
could reach with her tongue. I jacked myself rapidly back up to orgasm,
and came all over Kim's pert breasts. She rubbed the jism all over her
chest and then eagerly licked at her fingers.

"Thank you Master, thank you," Kim was saying over and over again. As I
managed to come down from my orgasmic high, I reached over and touched
her on the head. "You are welcome, my slave. You have pleased me. Slave
Sky, on the other hand, has something to answer for. Stand up, slut."

Sky got to her feet, unsure of my new attitude. "What have I done to
displease my Master?" she asked, warily.

"This slut you have brought me is fine and pretty, but she was not
ready to do my biding. She questioned my authority. This is your fault
for not preparing her as a proper slave."

"I... apologize, Master."

"Hmmm... I don't know if that's enough. Dave, come forward," I called
out behind me.

Timidly, Dave walked out of his hiding place. Sky's eyes widened with
surprise. "Master, I--"
"Shut up, slut," I told her. "I overheard your conversation with David
here this morning. It's about time I taught you some manners as well.
For the rest of tonight, you are his slave, and he can do with you as
he pleases. Dave, command your slave, and she will obey."

Dave looked like a deer caught in headlights. I gave him a little
mental push to try and break his confusion, and to convince him that
the situation before him was very real.

Dave blinked a couple of times, and cleared his throat. "Uh... okay,
let's see. Um... take off your clothes."

Sky rolled her eyes a little and moved to comply. She began to matterof-
factly remove her blouse, when Dave stopped her with a hand on her
arm. "But," he said, "do it... sexy like. A strip-tease."

"Make it good, slave," I intoned.

Sky paused for a moment, then a thin smile crossed her face. She
slipped out of her blouse ever so slowly, tantalizing Dave with
glimpses of her bra-clad breasts. She wiggled her ass at him as she
inched her pants down. I could see Dave's interest growing as Sky undid
her bra and exposed one breast, then the other. She rocked her hips and
pulled her lacy panties up tight into her pussy lips before gliding
them off her shapely legs. She stood completely naked before a onceagain
trembling Dave. "And now, Master Dave?"

"Now? Oh, uh, now, why don't you take out my... my..."

"Your cock, Master? Would you like your little slut to take out your
cock and suck on it? Is that what you want?"

Dave nodded his assent. Sky knelt in front of him, unzipped his fly and
fished out his limp cock. "Your slave loves to suck on her Master's
cock, it makes her feel good to have your dick in her mouth." She
kissed his cock, shyly at first, then with more enthusiasm as it began
to rise. Dave closed his eyes; his mouth hung agape with pleasure.

Bobbing her head up and down on Dave's prick, Sky undid Dave's pants
and managed to take them down while still blowing him.

Dave began to rock his hips back and forth, and I could tell he was
about to come very soon. I reached over and touched his shoulder,
saying, "Maybe it's time you fucked this little slave, eh?"

Dave smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Sky lay back and began to play
with herself. "Yes, Master Dave, my naughty little cunt needs a good
fucking, please? Please fuck my pussy, make my twat feel so good,
please?"

Dave, still with this incredibly silly smile on his face, knelt down
and over Sky. He maneuvered his hard penis into position, and then
shoved himself in with one broad stroke. "Mmmmm, yessssss, Masssster,
fuck your slave, fuck her with your cock!" Dave began to bang away
without much finesse, still wearing his wide grin.
"Turn her over, Dave," I told him. He did so, and resumed his fucking
from beneath her. Meanwhile, I motioned at Kirstin to get some
lubricant. She brought it over to me. "Lube Slave Sky's ass, slut," I
told Kirstin. She smiled and proceeded to apply a liberal amount of the
lube to her finger. Kirstin's finger was soon slipping in and out of
Sky's ass easily, as Dave continued his pounding. "Lube my cock," I
ordered. Kirstin did so. I then crouched in back of the fucking couple.
Kneeling, I reached over and pulled up Sky's hair, breaking her
passionate kiss with Dave. "Beg," I said simply.
"Please, Master, fill my ass with your cock. Fuck me in my ass with
your hard cock while Master Dave reams my cunt! Double fuck me, please,
Master, fill me up with your cocks, make me your ass slave, fuck my
ASS!"
I obliged. My lubricated dick slipped easily up Sky's asshole. I could
feel Dave's prick moving in and out of Sky's twat. When I finally got
my cock all the way in Sky's ass and began to fuck her gently, Sky
screamed. "OoooooOOOOO YEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! FUCK YEAH FUCK YESSSSS! OH GOD
FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK DIRTY WHORE'S SLUT ASS AND CUNT! FUCK ME FUCK ME
FUCK ME YESSSSSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Her cry split the night as Dave
and I nearly split her in two. In her orgasmic throes, she nearly threw
me off her backside. I held on, letting her settle down, then began to
lay into her again. Her ass tightened its grip as I approached my
orgasm. I noticed Dave was fucking her ever rapidly as well. I could
feel the orgasm building in my stomach, reaching out with its tendrils
towards the base of my penis and my balls. "Here it comes, whore,
coming in your ass, gonna fuck your ass and come in your butt, come in
your bi-bitch slut ass, come in your ASS! MMMM FUCK YEAH!" My cock
exploded, the white jism filling Sky's rectum as I felt Dave give one
final thrust, hold a moment, and then relax.
"Thank you, Masters, thank you, thank you,..." Sky kept repeating this
over and over until I finally labored myself off, my cock slipping out
of her ass with a pop. Sky then got up, Dave's limp penis slipping out
of her come filled cunt.
"Clean her up, Slave Jen," I ordered. Jen eagerly complied, lapping at
Dave's come from Sky's cunt. Sky rocker her hips as Jen sucked at her
twat.
Meanwhile, I stood Dave up, and then began to make deep suggestions.
"Dave, you will never be able to talk about this experience, or relate
to anyone in any way whatsoever, except for the people in this room,
and only when they are alone." I brought him quickly out of his trance.
"Dave, why don't you go home now? You can come back next Friday if you
feel like it."
"Yeah, uh, thanks, I guess..." Dave picked up his clothes as if in a
dream, and left looking unsure but satisfied. I shook my head and
chuckled slightly. Being a Master wasn't for everyone.
"Lick my cunt, slut, lick it lick it LICK IT!" Sky cried out as another
orgasm hit her.
Back to the salt mines, I thought to myself and smiled.
The school year passed quickly, and I spent with my four main slaves
and any other catches Sky happened to bring. While I wasn't busying
myself with them, I continued to refine my field-creating fields. After
my initial breakthrough, I found that I could add relatively
complicated fields to the end product without too much difficulty.
Harvey continued to manage my fortune. The bank manager, I later
learned, had been fired for losing a substantial sum of money. No one
even breathed a whisper of my name.

Meanwhile, I searched for the maker of those chokers I had given to
Kirstin, Jen and Sky. I was pleasantly surprised to discover they were
relatively local. I wandered over one day and checked out the place. I
discovered that the entire process was fairly automated, and that most
of the crafting was done by one large cutting machine.

It was perfect. I instructed Harvey to buy the company, and put him in
charge of it. As soon as I held title, I went to work. I spent three
days straight at the factory, putting a field of incredible complexity
around the main machine. Bolts of cloth went in one end, and chokers
with special fields came out the other. One of the properties of these
fields was that women would find incredibly attractive, and consider
themselves twice as pretty while wearing one. Women who saw other women
wearing these chokers would find themselves compelled to buy one, and
to complement the owner. Women wearing them would find incredible
willpower to keep themselves as in shape and slim as possible without
being anorexic. Of course, they would always think that it was their
own idea.
But secretly, the chokers would implant suggestions deep in their
unconscious. A love of degrading sex. A passion for both men and women.
A desire to be submissive to men during sex, as well as a desire to
have sex often. A craving to talk dirty during sex. A complete lack of
any sexual hang-ups or taboos. An appetite for wearing skimpy, sexy,
and lacy underwear. In short, women would love wearing the chokers, and
the chokers would turn them into complete sexual slaves. However, the
sexual suggestions would be hidden, locked away from conscious and
subconscious thought. The only thing that would release these feelings
would be a code phrase. Only the underwear craving would show through
without the code phrase.
I racked my brains for an hour before I came up with a phrase that
would probably never be mentioned in casual conversation, yet didn't
sound too strange. I impregnated the field with the code sentence,
"Have you ever been held by moonbeams and green cheese?" It sounded
like a pick-up line gone wrong, which was just perfect.
After a month of business, orders began to pour in. We installed two
more machines with the profits, and began to produce different styles.
Of course, the new machines had fields around them just like the first
one, producing magicked chokers.
After a year, Secret's chokers were the hottest selling clothing item.
After another year, the popularity continued unabated. Harvey was
interviewed by all the major fashion publications, and chalked his
success up to well-timed marketing strategy. He continued to feed me a
piece of the profits, which kept me well above the poverty line. Well
above. Aerobics classes and gym attendance tripled. Women slimmed down,
and stayed there. Harvey opened a chain of gymnasiums, and with a
little persuasive advertising, they did quite well.
After five years, hardly a woman in America didn't own at least five
Secret's chokers, and most women in Europe and Australia had at least
one. Some lookalikes tried to cut into the market, but they simply
couldn't compete. I wonder why.
For a while, I had a hard time keeping up with all the new machines,
but I managed. The master field became easier and easier to produce;
eventually I could whip one out in about an hour.
During this time, I finished school, and said good-bye to Kirstin, Sky,
Jen, and all the rest. Keeping up with the new machines became a fulltime
pursuit, and for two years I had little time for slaves.
Finally, though, after five years our capacity had just about reached
equilibrium, and I took a long vacation. I headed out to the backwoods,
into an obscure part of Yosemite, for some R&R on my own. The trees and
open air gave me time to depressurize.
Early afternoon was relatively cool by the stream I had camped out by.
The beautiful Yosemite valley surrounded, and at this time of year, was
relatively quiet and uncrowded. I was the only soul about for at least
two miles, as far as I could tell. I had chosen a secluded glade by the
spring last night for its convenient to the spring; thus a wall of
trees and grasses kept me from prying eyes.

I had taken off my shirt and was relaxing on a rock, soaking up the
sun, when a rustle from the grass beyond the glade caught my attention.

I kept as still as possible, hoping that a deer or some other creature
of the woods would surprise me with a visit.
And indeed, a creature of the woods did step out into the glade, though

not the one I was expecting. She couldn't have been more than sixteen
years old, but she was quite developed. Her hips showed the first hints
of curves, and her breasts poked out tantalizingly behind her t-shirt.

A wisp of red hair drifted out from underneath her cock-eyed cap. She
wore hiking boots and had a camping utility belt that looked as though
it had seen lots of use. Around her neck she carried three canteens,
and in her hands was a collapsible bucket. She looked surprised when
she saw me, but her initial start quickly gave way to a friendly smile.

"Hi there," she said.

"Hello," I replied.

"My parents sent me to get some water. Mind if I use your stream?"

"Go right ahead. The woods are for everybody."

"Thanks." She walked over to the stream, away down from where I lay on
the rock. She dropped the bucket, and removed the canteens from around
her neck. As she did, the choker the straps had been hiding came into
full view. One of mine. I carefully tested the field around it and her.

She had been wearing one for quite a while, it appeared, the commands
were implanted quite deeply, buried behind my keyword.
"How long have you been camping?" I asked.
"You mean this time, or all my life?"
I laughed. "Both."
"Well, we're in the middle of our annual two week trip," she answered
as she bent over to scoop water into the canteens. "This is the second
time we've done Yosemite, and, oh, I dunno, my seventh camping trip, I
think." She raised herself up, quickly screwing the top onto one
canteen. "How about you?"
"This is my first trip anywhere in a long time," I said.
"Really? Why?"
"Work."
"What do you do?"
"I write songs," I said.
"Really? Any I've heard of?"
"I don't know. Ever heard of a song that starts, 'Have you ever been
held by moonbeams and green cheese?'"

The effect was fascinating to watch, from a mental point of view. The
hidden directives flew out from confinement, seemed to explode into all
her mind for an instant, then simply melded back as if they had always
existed there. Physically, she blinked strangely a couple of times,
shook her head a moment, then replied, "No, I don't think so."

"Hmmm. I'll have to try and find a new band."
"Huh. Yeah." She was visibly distracted. "Well, I better finish up."
She turned back to fill up her last canteen.
"Just a minute, I don't even know your name."
"Rachel. Rachel Howser."
"Well Rachel Howser, I have a question for you," I said, sliding down
from my rock. She was now bent over, filling the canteen. I crept up
behind her quietly.
"Hmmm? What's that?"

I reached out and grabbed her buttocks firmly. Her ass was firm, and I
could feel through the thin material that all she wore underneath was a
g-string. "How long have you been wearing slutty underwear like this?"

"WHAT THE HELL?" Rachel whirled around, and nearly lost her balance as
she did. I grabbed her arm, pulled her close, and with my other hand
reached behind her and got a firm grasp on her shorts and the g-string
underneath. "Come on, Rachel, we both know that only dirty little sluts
like you wear underwear as slutty as this." I pulled her shorts and gstring
up tight, and I could feel the g-string slowly work its way up
inside her pussy lips.

Rachel was still a little off balance, both mentally and physically,
with strange new desires conflicting with old beliefs. "What? I'm not--
Let me-- " She struggled against me, but wasn't using her full
strength. Thus, her squirming only served to push her string panties
further into her crotch.

"You never would admit to yourself before, but you dreamed of men
dominating you, calling you slut and whore and bitch, and you loving
it, loving every minute of it, because it's what you are, a little slut
whore bitch that loves to fuck cocks and eat cum. You love it when they
tell you that, you love it when you say it, it makes you feel pleasure,
such pleasure, deep inside. You're feeling that now, aren't you?"

"No, no, no, I-"

I let go of her shorts for an instant, just long enough to dive my hand
underneath her waistband, sliding it around the back of her ass to the
moistness of her pussy. I held her like that, feeling her sopping wet
pussy writhe against my hand, as I said, "You want to go and yet you
don't. You want to stay and yet you don't. You know you're a slut, you
feel it inside you, you feel it when I touch your wet pussy and you
struggle against me, getting hotter and wetter all the time. You just
haven't admitted it to yourself."

Her eyes were closed, her breathing short, and her struggles had turned
into a slow grind against my fingers. "You like feeling my hand against
your cunt, don't you?"

Her eyes snapped open, staring into mine with fear and confusion and
lust. "I-"

"Say it, say you like my hand against your cunt."

"I-"

"Say it."

"I-"

"SAY IT."

"I like your hand... against my cunt."

I kissed her. She responded timidly at first, then with greater
enthusiasm as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I let go of her arm,
and slipped both hands inside her shorts. I grasped her g-string
firmly, and then pulled it up slowly, digging it deeper in between her
labia. She broke the kiss with a gasp as she felt the underwear slide
deeper inside her. "You've had these feelings before, haven't you?
Showering with the other girls after gym class, seeing those perky
young tits and asses. You felt yourself grow warm, but didn't know why
and tried to hide it. You knew you were a bi-slut, hungry to take a
pussy or a dick anytime, but couldn't admit to yourself, didn't you?"
"Oh god," she groaned. She reached down and started to press at her
crotch through her shorts. I hiked her g-string up another half an
inch. She gasped. "God, it feels- I feel- I never-"
"You feel desire, lust, like you've never felt them before, don't you?
Your lust flames when I call you slut and whore, because you know
that's what you are. You want me to totally degrade, totally dominate
you, don't you?"
"I want- I want-"
"You want to be my slave, don't you whore? You want to call me Master,
to have me call you my slut, my sex toy, my cunt, to fuck as I please,
don't you?"
"I-"
"Say it, whore. Say it, say you want to be my slave, to obey my every
command, to be my slut."
"I-"
"Say it!" I tugged her g-string higher.
"I-"
"Say it!" Tug.
"I-"
"Say it!" Tug.

"YES! I want you to be my MASTER! FUCK my cunt, Master, please, it's so
fucking hot for you, Master, please Master please!"

"Take off your shirt, slut, show your Master your little tits."

I let go of her, and Rachel tore off her shirt with abandon. She stood
before, topless in her belt and shorts. Her breasts were small and firm
and her nipples were rigid in the cool Yosemite air. "Do you like them,
Master?"

"They are very cute, like you, slut."

She threw herself forward into my arms. Gripping me around the neck,
she tilted her head back and kissed me savagely. Her tongue flitted
around my mouth like a crazed hummingbird. I broke the kiss and said,
"Now, take off your shorts, but leave your underwear on. I want to see
that g-string pulled high inside your little whore snatch."
"Oh yes, Master," she said as she turned around. She undid her short's
button and called out behind her, "Why does it make me so hot when you
call me slut and whore, Master? God, it makes so fucking hot now, but
it never did before." As she spoke, she shimmied her shorts down her
shapely legs, wiggling her ass at me as she did.
"I just know which women are sluts and whores underneath, and which
ones aren't. Lots of women are whore bitches and don't know it." I
walked over and grasped her ass firmly. It was hard; she obviously
worked out. "But all it takes is a firm man who knows what dirty sluts
like you want, and they love it."
"What do they want, Master?"
"They want to be told that they are cute little sluts, and they want to
be fucked all the time by huge manly Master dicks. They want to eat the
pussies of other bi-sluts while their Masters fuck them both. They love
to eat their Master's cum, and have it sprayed all over their bodies,
they love to lick it up from other sluts' bodies and pussies."
"Oh yes, Master, make me do all those things, please."
"Turn around and take out my dick, whore."

Rachel turned, her red hair catching the morning light. She knelt
before me and fumbled at my zipper, her eyes wild with abandon. Her
trembling hand slipped inside my pants and brought forth my hard dick.
"Now suck on it, just like a little slut lollipop," I told her.
She started slowly, timidly at first, swirling her lips around the
head, getting a feel for my manhood. Then she started to take it deeper
into her mouth, gradually working her way up the shaft. She moved her
head slowly, savoring the feeling of my shaft passing between her
teenage lips. She let my dick put again with a pop and said, "Master,
it tastes so good. I never sucked a guy's dick before, but I really
like it." She slurped it back up with more vigor, bobbing her head back
and forth with more enthusiasm. I was getting close. Placing my hands
at the back of her head, I guided myself in and out of her hot mouth,
thrusting slowly. As I felt my balls starting to contract, I pulled
out, grasped my dick firmly, and jacked twice.

Out blasted a tremendous stream of come. Rachel exclaimed, "Yes,
Master, come on face, come all over my face, yes!" She lapped eagerly
as I fired stream after stream of hot dick cream on to her lips and
cheeks, and into her waiting mouth. "I love how your semen tastes,
Master, I love it, God it tastes so good! Come on your slave, Master,
come on her pretty slut face, yes I love it!"

Finally, my dick stopped blasting. As I came down from one of my first
orgasms in nearly six months, I could tell my body was ready for more.
The potency of that potion taken all those years ago was still strong,
and my cock was as hard as ever. "Turn around and get on your knees,
slave. Stick your ass high in the air, it's time you were fucked but
good."

"Yes Master, my pussy is so fuckin' hot for you, God do me!" Rachel
swiveled around on the grass and presented her backside to me. I slid
her panties down her legs, and felt at her crotch. She was sopping wet.
As I stuck my finger slowly up her cunt, I noticed how unbelievably
tight she was. "Whore," I asked, "are you a virgin?"
"Yesssssss, Maassssssster, your finger feels soooooo goooooood."
"Where is your hymen, slut?"
"Uhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh horssssssse baaack rrrrrriiiiiiding, pleeeease,
stick your cock in me now, I want it so bad, please..."
She didn't have to wait long. She was extremely wet, and I was
extremely ready. I positioned myself carefully behind, and guided the
tip of my pole to just inside the very outer reaches of her pussy. I
grasped her hips and said, "Beg, slut, beg for your Master's dick."
"Please, Master, I just a young slut, a young dirty little slut who's
never been fucked, please, I want it, I need it so bad, my virgin twat
is so hot for your hard dick, Master, please please please?"

I thrust home. She was very tight, but also very wet. The combination
was like a velvet vice, holding me firmly yet smoothly. I pushed all
the way in her once, letting her get used to the intrusion. "UHHHHHHH,
FUCK YES! OHHHHHH SHIT FUCK YES FUCK CUNT FUCK FUCK YOUR CUNT FUCK YOUR
CUNT FUCK HER GOOD MASTERRRRRRR!"

I slipped out and in, slowly, twice, and then I began to pump faster.

Her screams of pleasure were swallowed up by the immense forest around
us. Her hips thrust back at me, making the fuck just on the edge of
discomfort, the perfect balance between wetness and pleasure. "Your
little slut twat is so tight, bitch, it's so tight, it feels so good
around your Master's prick!"
"Fuck my tight cunt Master, fuck it good! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!"
"RACHEL!" a female voice cried from the other side of the clearing.
Time collapsed, focused in that one moment of surprise and horror. I
found my thoughts coming at the speed of light. She had to be Rachel's
mother. There was a distinct family resemblance, as well as the red
hair. She couldn't have been more than forty, and she kept herself in
good shape. The look of horror currently entrenched on her face did not
suit her at all. She was wearing a Secret's choker and a lightning fast
scan of her mind found that the suggestions were firmly implanted but
still dormant.
I didn't have time to be subtle. I reached into her mind and tore away
the code sentence boundaries, and quickly did my best to integrate the
new personality with the old. Her initial shock melded with confusion,
fascination, and a small touch of lust. It was just enough to keep her
off balance for just a few precious seconds.
"Mom?" Rachel asked, half in an orgasmic haze.
"You like seeing your daughter fucked, don't you?" I said, pressing on
her mind at the same time.
"Rachel, what are you..."
"Tell her, slut, tell her what you are doing."
"My Master is fucking my cunt, Mom, he's fucking my tight cunt with his
big dick, he's fucking his little whore with his big cock and I love
it, Mom! I fucking love it when he fucks me!"
"What... what have you done to her?"
"Just revealed what she really was, just like you."

"Like... me?"

"Just-" and I thrusted into Rachel for emphasis - "like -" the next one
produced a small squeak from Rachel - "you! You like seeing your
daughter fucked, it makes you hot and wet inside."

"No, I..." she stammered. She was transfixed now.

"Yes, you. Your pussy is getting warm, looking at your naked daughter
getting balled by her Master. You wish you could take off your clothes,
strip naked and get balled by your daughter's Master, wish he would
call you a bitch, a slut, a whore, just like your little daughter whore
here."

"I--"

"You want to come over here now, kneel in front of your daughter and
hold her pretty face while I fuck her from behind, don't you slave?"

"I--"

"Do it! Do it now!" I pressed into her mind, forcing the command
deeper.

Still confused, Rachel's mother walked forward unassuredly, and knelt
down in front of Rachel. Resting on her knees, she took her daughter's
head between her hands, watching as my fucking bounced her head forward
and backward. Rachel was moaning with pleasure by now, her calls
punctuated by little squeaks as my cock slid in and out of her.
"You want your Mommy to kiss you, don't you slut? You wish your Mommy
would kiss your little bi-slut mouth, her tongue slipping in and out of
you as my dick does, don't you?"
"Yes! Mommy, please Mommy, please kiss my little slut mouth! French
kiss me, Mommy, please!"
Rachel's mother, her eyes still wide with confusion, brought her head
down to her daughter's. When their lips met, a low "mmmmmmm" emanated
from Rachel's throat. Rachel's tongue darted into her mother's mouth,
and her mother slowly returned her daughter's passion. Soon, both were
vigorously tongue-fencing the other.

"Is your cunt hot now, Mommy?" I interjected. "It wants to get licked,
doesn't it? It wants to get licked by a little slut, doesn't it?"

"Mmmm, yesssss, it needs it, God I'm so fucking hot for you, honey

Rachel! Would you suck Mommy's pussy? Please? Please be a good little
whore daughter and lick Mom's twat?"

"Yes, Mom, oh YES! Please let me lick your cunt!"

Rachel's mother struggled out of her hiking shorts and panties. Lying
in front of her daughter, she slowly brought Rachel's face down to her
nether lips. Rachel dove in. Smacking and slurping as I fucked her
pussy, Rachel lapped eagerly at her mother's cunt.

"Lick Mommy's cunt, yes sweetie, my sweet slut daughter, fuck her while
she licks my cunt, her mother's cunt! Lick my clitty, honey, make Mommy
come! YES! MAKE YOUR SLUT MOM COME!"

Rachel's mother thrashed about as her orgasm hit her. Watching the
incestuous pair sent me over the edge, and I flooded Rachel's twat with
my come juice. "Oh yeah baby," I moaned, "eat you Mommy's cunt." I
pulled out of Rachel's cum filled pussy, and half-walked, half-crawled
around her young body to where she was licking at her mother's pussy.
Quickly, I jacked on my already sensitive cock, watching this tender
youth give her mother wonderful oral ministrations.
"Lick her pussy, that's it you slut, lick it, lick your mom's cunt,
make your mom come, your whore slut mom."
"Yeah baby, lick it, lick Mom's cunt, fuck it with your tongue."
"Does Mom want to taste her Master's come?" I brought my quivering cock
closer to Rachel's mother's face.
"Yes! Come on my face, Master, come on my face please! Lick me while
Master comes on my face, Rachel slut daughter darling YES! OH FUCK!"

Another powerful orgasm rolled through the older woman as mine reached
its crescendo. My dick blasted forth, spewing hot jizz all over the
elder redhead's face. Her tongue seemed to be trying to be everywhere
at once, licking at the air and back at her cheeks, trying to lap at
the jism flying towards her.

"Help your mother clean up her face, slut," I said. Rachel smiled as
she slid up her mother's body. The two embraced as Rachel lovingly
licked the come from her mother's cheeks and lips. Then the two fell to
passionately kissing one another for a while, as I lay back, rested,
and savored the moment.

Finally, the incestuous pair rolled towards me and included me in their
making out for a time. Rachel finally broke the silence. "Mmmm, thank
you, Master, thank for showing me how good it feels to be a slut, your
slut, a little incestuous bi-slut. But, we can't stay here, my father
will start to miss us."

"It's true, Master," Rachel's mother put in, "he will start to grow
suspicious quickly."

"Hmmm," I said as I considered the situation. I decided to leave those
two to their own devices. There would be many others. "Return to him,
and why don't the two of you give him a special present tonight?"

"That'd be fun, eh Mom?"

"You little slut, of course it would be fun!" Rachel's mother rolled
over and gave me a long kiss. "Goodbye, Master, and thank you."
"You're most welcome," I replied. "Have fun."
"You can count on that," Rachel replied as they began to replace their
clothing. Soon they were gone, and my only company was the woods. I lay
there for a long while, savoring my first conquest and looking forward
to many more.
That night, as I walked from my campsite back towards the camp
entrance, I thought I spied two female bodies that looked vaguely
familiar walking towards another tent. I crept up behind the tent as
they went in the other side.
"Rachel? Honey? What's going on?" a man's voice said.
"Sh. Just relax, dear."
"Just lie back, Dad, and don't get nervous."
Smiling to myself, I left the family to it.
"Dr. Holsack will see you in a moment," the pretty receptionist said.
She smiled at me over her fashionable red-plastic glasses, her Secret's
choker adorning her neck. "You can have a seat over there," she said,
pointing to two high-backed, very waiting-room looking chairs. I
decided that they didn't look too comfortable and continued to stand
instead.

"Pardon me," I asked, and the receptionist looked up from her
appointment calendar, "are you a Slut?"
"Yes I am," she replied, "would you care to fuck me?" Her tone was even
and polite, but I could see the lust in her eyes.
"No thanks, just curious." Getting distracted wasn't what I intended
right now. "Do you know if Dr. Holsack is a Slut?"
"I don't believe so, sir, she has never asked me to have sex."
"Do you often have sex with your employers?"
"My last three employers all fucked me very thoroughly on a regular
basis."
"I see," I said. At that moment, the intercom buzzed.
"Yes, Dr. Holsack?"
"I'm ready for my one o'clock, Julia," a voice on the other end said.
"I'll send him right in," Julia replied. She looked up at me
mischievously. "The doctor will see you now."
"Thank you," I said. As I passed her, I couldn't resist. I leaned over
and gave her a long kiss which involved much tongue work. Julia
responded enthusiastically. The moment of temptation over, I broke the
kiss and walked calmly through the door ahead of me and into the main
office.

The walls had a nice wood grain finish, and the furniture was warm and
comforting. All that one would expect in the office a leading social
psychiatrist. Dr. Holsack was waiting for me behind her desk. She wore
a white lab coat, which surprised me a bit, but did lend her an air of
seriousness. Her glasses were thin and functional, and her hair was
pulled back into a severe braid. A Secret's choker adorned her neck. I
lightly touched the field surrounding it, and found that the
subconscious commands were deeply rooted, but had not yet been
triggered. "Dr. Holsack," I said, "I appreciate you seeing me on such
short notice."

"Not at all," she replied. "When you start waving around the kind of
grant money you can support, people tend to listen to you."

"But you don't really need the money, now do you? 'The Phenomenon of
the Slut' is a remarkably well-selling book, considering its rather
technical nature."

"I guess people want to hear what I have to say."

"Well, you are the undisputed leader in social psychiatry, are you
not?"

"People tend to exaggerate."

"'Psychoanalyst Monthly' listed you as one of the top five minds in the
entire field."

"You'll notice I keep no copies in the waiting room," she said with a
half smile. "Now that we've established my credibility, would you mind
telling me what you wanted to see me about."

"Well, it's about 'Phenomenon of the Slut,' actually," I replied.

"What about it?"

"Now, don't get me wrong, it's very thorough and engrossing, but it is
completely wrong."

"Oh *really*," Dr. Holsack replied, more amused than annoyed. "And just
what make you say that?"

"Well, for a start, the idea that the Slut phenomenon rose out of a
reaction to radical feminism coupled with a slew of vaccinations
against venereal diseases... it's just too thin a premise to explain
how all these women just one day decided to be Sluts."

"And I assume that you have a better explanation."

"Not a better one, just the right one."

"And what explanation is that."

"I did it."

This took her aback. Her eyes widened and she looked at me as if I had
suddenly grown a third eye. "*You* did it," she said after a moment.
"That's right, it was entirely my fault."
"You know, normally I don't treat schizophrenics."
"I assure you I am quite sane, Doctor. I am not surprised you don't
believe me; I know that *I* wouldn't believe me if I hadn't done it."
"Well, I'd be very interested in hearing about how you single- handedly
caused the most wide-spread social attitude change since the birth of
feminism."

So I started. I did cheat a little bit, holding her attention with a
small tweak of a mental thread, just so she wouldn't interrupt me. I
told her about finding the book, about Kirstin, and Jen, and Sky and
Kim. I told her about designing the Secret's choker, and about my
encounter in the woods five years later. "It was shortly after that
that I bankrolled the Pink Salami's," I continued. "They're a rock
band, you may have heard of them. At any rate, with my mental fields it
didn't take much doing to make them quite successful. Then, I slipped
the codephrase into the chorus of one of their songs. That was twelve
years ago, in Cleveland."
"The first of the Sluts," Dr. Holsack muttered.
"That's right, I'm impressed you were able to trace it back that far.
At any rate, the whole thing snowballed from there. In the meantime, I
had every woman who wore a Secret's choker all to myself, or to share
with anyone I chose. But, debauchery only goes so far. After you've had
every Hollywood film star doing your own private pornographic film,
your appetites tend to wind down. But, now I'm rambling."
I let go the light mental hold on Dr. Holsack. She stared at me with a
mixture of incredulity and fear. "How am I supposed to believe you have
these vastly vaunted mental powers? That's preposterous."
"All right, a test then. How about your receptionist?"
"What about her?"
"Think of something that she would never do ordinarily. Something big
and obvious. Whisper it to me so that there is no chance she could hear
it over the intercom. Then she will come in here and do it."
Dr. Holsack looked at me sideways, as if trying to decide if I were
trying some kind of elaborate ruse. Then she leaned across her desk,
and whispered in my ear, "Walking in, standing on my desk, and singing
the national anthem."
I smiled thinly at the good doctor, then sent my mental fingers out
towards the receptionist area. A few seconds later, Julia opened the
door, strode purposefully towards Holsack's desk, climbed up and
chimed, "Ohh, say can you seee..."
"That's enough," Dr. Holsack said. I dismissed Julia back to her desk
with a mental wave. She left without a word.
"Proof enough?" I asked.
"No. You could have a microphone in your ear, and she could be
listening on the other end."
"Hmmm. Unlikely but possible. How about a further test. Let's leave the
office, and travel to any place you choose. Pick a person in that
place, and an activity, something sufficiently bizarre that even an
erratically behaved person would not think of doing it. I will pick
that activity out of your head, and that person will start doing it.
That way, there is no way other than a mental power that I could
possibly know what you have in mind, so to speak."
Dr. Holsack was glaring at my third eye again. "Why are you telling me
this?"
"All in good time, my dear Doctor. Shall we perform the test?"
"Very well," she replied cautiously. She pressed the intercom button.
"Cancel my afternoon appointments, Julia, I'm off to do some unexpected
research."
"Very good Doctor," Julia replied.
The young doctor and I walked out of her office, passing her
receptionist on the way. Doctor Holsack gave her a strange look as we
passed, as if expecting her at any moment to have another fit of tabletop
patriotism.
"She doesn't remember anything," I told her.
"Oh really? How is that?"
"I told her not to. She has no desire to remember the incident
anymore."
"I see." We continued walking, out the building and around the corner.
I watched as she tried to pick a place entirely at random. Finally, she
chose a bar about two blocks away from her building. We entered; the
common room was smoky and ill-lit, populated at this hour by lonely
looking men nursing half-empty drinks. Dr. Holsack took a look at the
bartender, then closed her eyes as if trying to project her thoughts to
me. I smiled, slightly patronizingly, and reached into her mind.
There was a picture of the bartender there, walking over to the cash
register. Then, he was opening it, and taking out coins, stacking them
quarter, nickel, penny, dime. In her mind I saw the barkeep make four
neat little stacks, then switch around the outer two and inner two.
"Open your eyes, Doctor," I said. She obeyed, and gazed fascinated as
the barkeeper followed the motions in her mind exactly. A couple of the
patrons looked on in mild amusement, but none said anything.
Dr. Holsack turned back to me, disbelief in her eyes. "I don't believe
it," she said, as if to emphasize her look.
"Believe it, Doctor."
"Why tell me?"
"Because I need your help."
"My help? Why in the world would you, of all people, need my help?"
"Hey," the bartender called, "you two gonna order something or just
stand there?"
"We were just leaving, thank you," I said, and I slapped down a five
dollar bill. He picked it up from the bar, saying, "Hey, thank you.
Come back any time!"
We quickly retired back into Dr. Holsack's office. "How can I help
you?" the Doctor asked, sitting into her chair.
"You understand human nature far better than I do," I began. "When I
created the chokers, I really had no concept of what I was doing. I
wanted the world to be my playground, and that has happened. However, I
take a look around now, and I see that in a few years, women won't have
any rights left to them."
"Well, one could say that that was your original intention."
"Only in a sexual fashion. I was perfectly content to let my little
harem have lives outside of our nocturnal activities. However, not so
many men are like minded, and the effect of the collars on the women
seep over into their abilities to function as normal human beings
outside of sexual areas."
"So, what is your question of me?"
"What do I do to make it right? I can't take all the chokers away, my
mental powers just don't extend that far. Canceling out the chokers'
fields with other ones would be almost impossible, considering how
ingrained the choker fields are. I wish to act, but I am out of
avenues."
Dr. Holsack steepled her fingers and rested her chin on them, staring
at me. She looked at various things around the room quietly for a few
minutes as she pondered my quandary. Finally, she said, "Males have
always had aggressive sexual tendencies. It's in their genes; it is
evolutionary advantageous for a man to spread around his genetic
material as much as possible. Consequently, we have males being
aggressive in other areas, such as business and politics. Given that
women have become, thanks to you, passive in the sexual area, passivity
has seeped into their other dealings with men. But you would rather see
women passive *only* in the sexual area."
"That's right."
Dr. Holsack suddenly smiled. She looked very pretty when she smiled,
almost reminding me of someone. "Your answer is more simple than you
might think."
"Really? Tell me."
"You want women passive only in a sexual context. Turn that rule around
and twist it slightly, and you have your answer." She smiled at me
knowingly, and I knew she expected me to figure this out for myself.
I cogitated on her statement a moment, then it hit me like a ton of
bricks.
"Make men exclusively aggressive in a sexual area and no where else!"
"Exactly. Channel that aggressiveness into willing female receptacles,
and males suddenly become disinterested in ruling females in other
ways."
"It's so simple. I was blind not to have seen it before!" I eyed her.
"You certainly are rather cavalier about women being 'willing
receptacles'."
"When you have been studying the Slut phenomenon for as long as I have,
it stops to bother you after a while. I suppose that, given the right
codephrase, I'll become a Slut as well," she said, fingering her
Secret's choker.
"I'm surprised you haven't asked me what it was."
"I like my personality the way it is."
"Very well. Thank you, Doctor. I'll see that you get the grant and then
some. You shouldn't have to worry about anything financial for a long
time to come."
"Well, thank you," she replied. She extended her hand over her desk,
and I took it. We shook for a moment, and I noticed how warm and soft
her hand was. I hadn't noticed that in a long time. As we shook, I
gazed behind her, and saw her diploma on the far wall. The name
inscribed upon it was "Diana Regina Holsack".

"Regina," I said to her as I released her hand. "That's an unusual
name."

"It was my mother's maiden name," she explained.

I stopped. Could it be true? That resemblance, it could be. "What...
what was your mother's name?"

"Before or after she was married?"

"Before."

"Sky Regina. Why?"

I couldn't believe it, I just could not believe it. "Diana," I said
softly, "your mother was..." and then I stopped again! Her age! Could
it be?

"Diana, how old are you?"

"Thirty-one, why?"

I did some fast subtraction. Thirty-one years ago, that put us at THE
END OF SENIOR YEAR! My God! She was... she was...

"You're... you're..."

"What?"

Suddenly and unexpectedly, desire coursed through my veins. I felt as
though every nerve caught fire, every fiber of my being caught up in a
skein of desire for the young woman standing before me. "Didn't you
notice," I said, coming around the table to stand before her, "that one
of my original slaves was named Sky?"

"I chalked it up to coincidence. Mother is rather a stalwart lesbian."

"Ahhh, but she was willing to do what it took to satisfy me, and to
gain my power. Your mother was my Slut, thirty-one years and nine
months ago."

She looked at me in shock. "You don't mean..."

"Yes, that is exactly what I mean, daughter."

The act of saying the truth out loud stunned her. Her mouth hung agape,
her eyes paralyzed with surprise. I took her hand in mine and drew her
near me. "You are my progeny, my contribution to the next generation.

When I leave this world, you will be the one I leave it to. But now,
now... now I want you."

"Want... me?"

"Yes, you, my daughter. The one sexual activity I have yet to perform.
Incest."

"No, I'm not a Slut! I don't want to!" She tugged at her hand, trying
to pull away from me.

"Have you ever been held by moonbeams and green cheese?"

"What?" Realization hit her. "No no NO! I don't want to be a Slut! I
don't want to be a goddamn Slut whore, a piece of cunt pussy for you to
fuck. Daddy no!"

"Kiss me my Slut Daughter, kiss your Father Master."

"No please...," but her protestations died as she reached her lips up
to mine. I kissed her for a long time, standing there in her office,
our tongues playfully exchanging between our lips. Her arms encircled
me as we kissed. My hands played roughly across her ass. Finally I
broke our kiss. Her body was as good as her mother's, all those long
years ago.

"Please, don't make me do this, Father, I don't want to be a Slut. I
liked myself before. Goood, my cunt is soooo hot..." She reached
between her skirt, and started to rub. "It's never been like this, so
hot and twitchy. God DAMN you, you son of a bitch, God it's sooo
hot..."

"Would you like to show it to me, Daughter Whore? Would you like to
show me your hot, wet cunt? Do you want me to lick it, to make it
wetter and hotter? Do want me to squeeze your tits, your little
daughter tits, pinch your little daughter nipples?"

"Ooooohhhh YESSSS!" Diana threw herself at me, her tongue plunging into
my mouth. Her hips pressed firmly against my bulging pants, and she
rubbed up and down against me with frenzied enthusiasm. "Lick my cunt,
Master, lick your little girl's cunt, make her wet, fuck her good,
please, Daddy, please, use me..."
I reached down, hooked my hands into the top of her skirt, and ripped
it from her. It came away easily, and her black lace underwear
literally glistened in the office's lights. "Take off your blouse and
jacket, Slut," I commanded. She did so, and she looked stunning in her
matching bra and panties. "I like the way you look, Bitch Slut
Daughter," I told her.
"Thank you, Daddy Master. Does Daddy want to fuck his daughter?" she
said, finger her lips and giving me an "I've been bad" look.
I removed my jacket and shirt, and stepped out of my shoes. "Take off
your bra, and tweak your nipples, Whore."

Diana reached around behind herself, unhooked her bra, and let it slide
from her chest slowly. Her breasts were medium sized, quite firm
looking, and her nipples were standing straight out. She started to
pinch them, rolling them around her fingers as I slipped my pants down.
My black boxers matched her panties, though they were not nearly as
wet. My hard dick made a tent out of them. "Do you see how excited
you've made me, Slut?"
"Yes, Master, I can see you hard dick, it looks soooo yummy and good, I
can't wait to see it, to suck it, to have it in my hot wet pussy, my
twat is soooo hot..."
I moved over to her as she pinched and rolled her nipples in front of
me. I grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body; the soaked
lace came away easily. Her shaved cunt lips were topped by a thatch of
wiry black hair. "You keep your cunt well, Slut." I reached down and
spread her lips apart.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, touch me, stick your finger in my cunt, please,
please..."

I slowly put my middle finger up her hot wet twat. She started to
writhe around on my hand. As I stood there, she pumped herself up and
down on my finger and gave herself a small orgasm. "Mmmm, Daddy, yes,
Daddy, OH DADDY YES FUCK yesssssssss..."

Finally, I could stand it no longer. I picked her up, and tossed her
onto the desk. "Oh fuck me, Daddy, take my cunt, make me your Daughter
Slut, fuck your little girl, fuck her good, fuck her like the little
bitch whore she is, oh fuck me please!"

She didn't have to ask twice. My dick felt like it was about to tear
away from my body. I spread her legs, and plunged deep into her with
one stroke. "MMMMM YEAH FUCK OH FUCK ME DADDY MASTER, FUCK YOUR
DAUGHTER WHORE, FUCK HER GOOD!"

It didn't take me long to come my first time. It had been a good year
since I had fucked anyone, and the feeling of my daughter's cunt around
my hard cock was exquisite. Within half a minute, I spilled a load of
come into her pussy with several grunts and thrusts. My original
potion's magic, however, still coursed through my veins. I pulled out
of Diana's twat, and crawled up onto the desk with my knees. "Suck my
cock, Slut, clean it off and make your father come again."

Diana grabbed my dick and eagerly began to bob her head up and down
upon it. After a moment of this, I slowly pushed her head back down
onto the desk, keeping my cock in her mouth, and then began to slowly
fuck in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the underside
of cock with every thrust, and she soon had me at the brink again. I
pulled out of her mouth, and jacked my dick quickly over face. "Is my
Slut Daughter ready to receive her father's come?"

"Yes, Daddy, all over my face, Daddy, come all over my face, your come
tastes so good, I want it Daddy, I want it all!"

My jism blasted out of my dick, slapping across her cheek and in her
hair. I corrected my aim slightly, and the next blast caught her right
across the lips. Her tongue flicked out and licked up everything it
could reach, then she pushed up the remaining come on her cheek towards
her hungry mouth. As she did this, I continued jacking my cock. The
sight of her eating my come had me incredibly aroused. My magicked cock
was swiftly ready again. "Here it comes again, catch it again, you
fucking slut, fucking daughter slut whore bitch YEAHHH!" The white jizz
flew forth again, covering her other cheek and her hand. She scooped at
it eagerly, trying to eat every bite.

As she lay there licking at my come, my cock poised above her face, she
caught my eye, and said, "I love you, Daddy."

The high-school stands were quite full that day. It was still balmy out
for September. Diana sat next to me, her eyes beaming with pride, as
the local Fuck-team took the field. Each one of the scantily clad boys
wore a Secret's ring on their finger, channeling all their aggressive
masculine tendencies towards sex.

There hadn't been a war in five years anywhere on the planet, though
few people attended church any longer. A host of sexually-related
religions had come and gone, though a few looked like they might last.
Most government positions were held by women now, and President Martha
Clark and given her inaugural address while getting her pussy
thoroughly reamed out by her husband and half her Cabinet.

The boys on the field removed their remaining items of clothing. The
receptors, women from both the local school and the competing team,
began to stroke their cocks. The rules of this game were fairly simple:
points were scored by the number of girls each boy fucked and had an
orgasm with. Each side had an hour.

The boys went about their business, pumping their teenage bodies
against their female companions as the crowd cheered along. Beside the
field, cheerleaders bounced, flounced, and alternately added and shed
clothing. "Fuck 'em good, fuck 'em high, fuck 'em till they come to the
sky!" they cheered, then bent over and flashed the audience their
cunts. The audience cheered politely.

The competition proceeded, the cheers went on. One of the boys on the
field had already worked his way through his line of receptors. He
quickly moved, his hard dick bouncing, to the line of cheerleaders. "Oh
look," Diana said, "that's the one, that's the one she likes."
"I can see why, he's very impressive." The boy ran up the line, and
grabbed one dark-haired girl out of the line. Quickly, he flipped up
her skirt, bent her over, and plunged into her. The girl screamed with
pleasure, "Oh FUCK ME BILL, fuck me good, ride me you big stud, fuck my
cunt!"

The crowd went wild. They cheered him on, and in a few minutes, he
pulled out, whipped her around quickly, and jacked his dick whip onto
her awaiting face. The crowd exploded, cheering and yelling wildly as
the teenage stud came.

Finally, the competition was over, and our side had won, thanks in a
large part to the ministrations of Bill the Wonder-Teenage Stud. "He's
almost as impressive as you, dear," Diana said to me. "Almost," I
conceded. Of course, I had had help.

The cheerleader whom Bill had graced with his jism walked up towards us
after the game. She first went up to Diana, and threw her arms around
her. Diana kissed her vigorously, and helped lick off the remaining
dried come. Then she came over to me. "Did Mom tell you?" she asked.
"Yes, he looks very nice, and has good stamina," I replied.
"But he'll never be you, Dad," she said, smiling.

I smiled and hugged my daughter vigorously. I called her my daughter,
calling her my granddaughter made me feel too old.

As we left the stands, I looked around, at the field, at the stands,
the few remaining spectators who were emulating the spectacle with a
little coital competition of their own, and I thought back to the Pit,
to where it all had started. I realized then, that the Slave Pit was no
longer there. It was everywhere.

"C'mon, Dad, stop day dreaming." Veronica poked me. "I need to get back
to the house to change. Bill's taking me to the Festival tonight."
I smiled. "Let's go home." I put my arm around her, and around her
mother, and, surrounded by my daughters, I walked back to the car.

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