The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Night fell on the small city of Rosington and young, beautiful Maria was finally alone in the Sunshine Insurance offices. She worked as the office manager for the small firm, a stupid title for a worse job that she had come to loathe over the last several months.

Her tiny pleated skirt swished as she stepped from desk to desk and office to office, turning off lights and dumping away any open trash. The janitorial service only came once a week, and so in the meantime, disposing of open waste was her job. She rather despised it, but she also despised having bugs and rats in the place where she worked, so she was diligent in her work.

Finally, with all the computers off, and with every important piece of paperwork circulated into the physical in-boxes of the other five employees of the small insurance agency, she leaned back against a pillar and took a breath. Time to relax. It was Thursday, and that meant it was almost Friday—and Friday meant she could forget about her life for a few days like a good American. Maybe she would make her pathetic excuse for a boyfriend buy her something he couldn’t afford. That always made her feel good for at least a little while.

For a few moments she watched the rise and fall of her breasts beneath the tight white blouse she wore. The men in the office—both of them—had been giving her a lot of stares today. She rather enjoyed it. Maria had made her way through high school and college with gentle flirting and teasing, seductive promises of showcasing her body that had never actually come to fruition. Scholarships were earned—and maintained—by simply convincing those desperate enough to do all her work for her.

She had the body for such an exercise. Tight, toned, and busty, she was taller than most women and was strikingly beautiful, with a mixture of Brazilian, Native American, and Eastern European heritage. Her family history was more of a web than a tree, but as these things go, that resulted in her possessing creamy smooth, poreless skin and thick, dark shiny hair that almost never needed attention, unless she was really trying to impress.

That hardly ever happened. She found so few people she actually wanted to impress.

And so…here she was, an office manager for a do-nothing insurance agency. She got the job when the former manager had been in charge, Kyle, a man incredibly susceptible to Maria’s charms. She had been hoping to beguile him out of his savings entirely and maybe ruin his marriage in the process. But then he fell ill some months ago, and Maria, despite her best efforts, had not been able to land a job elsewhere.

She’d had offers, of course. Mostly sexual in nature. Plenty of men offering themselves and their positions to give her status and money. But nothing that really spoke to her—nothing that was the next stepping stone up to the complete authority that she wanted and knew she deserved for being so fantastically perfect. Her lips were angelic, her cheekbones high and imperious—capable of softening in the most seductive ways possible, and her eyes brilliant green. She took her own beauty as a fact of the world, like gravity or the sun rising.

It was…troubling, her inability to find better employment. Shaking for her confidence. Thoughts of seducing Kyle’s wife, Joslyn—who now ran the office—had crossed her mind repeatedly.

Her sexuality was fluid; all that really turned her on was power.

All her life, all she had wanted was power over others, and her beauty had given it to her. For it to start failing now filled her with doubts.

Something banged downstairs in the basement. She rose a perfectly sculpted eyebrow—wasn’t she here alone?

Taking a large heavy flashlight, she walked downstairs to investigate. The light was on down there, but she still could use the flashlight for a club if needed. It was a good five pounds and her grip was strong from years of working out.

She heard voices.

“Come on,” said a girl. “No one’s around. Let’s do it. Please? Just once.”

“We can’t.”

This was Natalie and Robert, the newest interns from an outreach program coordinating with Northern University. Maria peeked around a corner to see them, holding the long sheet of her hair in place so it didn’t give her away. The two would work at the agency for a few months, filing and running errands, until their contracts ran out. They worked for almost no pay, less than the minimum wage thanks to a nice loophole in the state law regarding interns, and all for the promise of future employment which they wouldn’t get. Unless the Sunshine Insurance office massively ramped up its contract acquisitions, there simply wasn’t money to take on any new employees. Maria had her doubts they would even last through the year.

“You’re really cute, though. Can’t we please kiss? I promise you’ll like it.”

Natalie was an especially lovely young woman, just barely eighteen. Her body was slender, displayed today in a pair of extra-tight skinny jeans and pair of supple leather boots with tall heels, the sort that d she was hoping for a boyfriend soon. Her breasts were small, but perky, and nicely filled out the aquamarine sweater she had on. The young intern had thick dark hair she kept in a stylish ragged tangle about her skull and light blue eyes that lit up her face, looking almost like a Midwestern version of the more exotic Maria. The superior beauty noticed with pleasure, though, that her own hair was in better shape, and she was taller, and she did not suffer from any of the smoking acne that Natalie had seemed to pick up.

Ticking off the ways she was better than other women was an enjoyable exercise for Maria. It was a way to hold power over them later, to bring down their self-confidence so they wouldn’t even have the drive to step out of line. She could land a comment that sounded harmless enough that was capable of ruining a woman’s entire day.

She had done it earlier that morning with the bubbly, overweight blonde sales girl, Quinn.

Oh, dear. You must have woken up late today, yes?

And Quinn of course hadn’t woken up late that day, but all the same Maria could see her ego draining over the next several hours as she nitpicked herself for being so un-together that people commented on it.

At any rate, Natalie was pretty, and it was strange for Robert to turn her down. He was cornered against a series of boxes on a shelf, and kept trying to back up as Natalie advanced, head tilted.

“No, really. You’re very pretty, but—”

“Thank you,” intoned Natalie, as if she had been given the best compliment in the world. “I was hoping you’d like my sweater. Do you see?”

Maria could. The sweater was unbuttoned past the flimsy strap of her bra.

Robert was attractive, Maria thought. She couldn’t put her finger on why. He was rather tall, and fit, but otherwise seemed like sort of a schlub. He had blond hair that was never quite arranged and looked as though he hadn’t slept for months. His shirts were regularly untucked and his pants never seemed to fit all the way.

Something about him, though, in the brief interactions they’d had, made her skin tingle. She had ignored the feeling, marking it as the mistake in her chemistry that she knew it was. Perhaps there was a man out there for her somewhere, but it most certainly wasn’t Robert.

Maria was used to not being very attracted to men. Most of them were disappointing, like scared little children when she showed them who and what she truly was. The darkness of her desires, the unadulterated need for power. She felt often like she had been born in the wrong era. Maria would have been right at home as a mistress for some king, whispering in his ear and wrapping a slender hand around his thick cock while he laid down proclamations on his populace.

A woman like her was born to serve a King. It was a shame she never found one. The boyfriend she had now was only around to pay her bills for her.

“Natalie, button your sweater, please. This isn’t right.”

“I won’t,” she said softly. “Not until you kiss me.”

Her voice had become a soft, eager whisper, and she leaned forward to take Robert’s head in her hands. He caught her wrist, though, and Natalie stopped almost instantly. Her body became limp, the strength visibly gone from it.

“I’m sorry,” said Robert. “I didn’t want to. Y-you made me do it. I’m sorry. I’m—”

His apologies were cut off as Natalie dropped to her knees, crying out.

At first, Maria was alarmed. The young beauty shifted and moaned, her skinny body writhing and spasming. That’s when Maria saw the grin on her face, the heated flush of unrepentant pleasure.

She was cumming. Just like that.

Robert had made her cum with a touch.

Maria’s cunt had never been more wet in her entire life.

It’s real. It’s real. It’s all real. This was real. This was happening. This was…

This was a problem.

Robert looked down at the quivering, blissful form of Natalie, and tried his best to think about how to solve this new problem and to ignore the urgent erection rapidly forming in his pants.

He hadn’t changed her. It didn’t look like he had changed her. Only convinced her to leave him alone. Why would she want to do anything with him when she was having the best orgasms of her life?

Okay. He wiped his mouth briefly, feeling the stubby hairs of his beard, unshaved for days now. This was fixable. He could fix this. All he had to do was put his hand on her again, make her stop cumming, and then make her forget. Make her act normal around him again and ignore him in the future. That was safest.

And he wouldn’t do anything else. He wouldn’t…change her. At all.

That would be wrong.

Slowly, he bent down, ignoring again the now-painful push of his hard cock against the confines of his jeans, and placed his hand on Natalie’s forehead. Slowly, her orgasms subsided. She giggled softly, turning under his touch and stretching out her hot, tight torso until her back was bent just so.

Gosh, she was pretty. Maybe almost as pretty as that Maria girl. She just needed green eyes, and they could even as sisters…

At the chance thought, Natalie’s half-open eyes turned green.

Hissing, he drew his hand away.

“What did you do?”

He could have asked himself the same question. Maybe it was him. Voices in his head. Maybe he was insane after all. They had locked him away long enough, hadn’t they? Maybe he was just crazy, and this was all in his head, and—

“What did you do?” came the question again.

He turned now and saw Maria there, gliding forward on her effortlessly tall high heels. All day long, he’d been stealing glances at the tight confines of her skirt over her firm, hard ass, trying not to stare too openly down the gleefully open surfaces of her chest with all those necklaces dangling in her perfectly arranged cleavage. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and if Robert could actually risk falling in love, he’d probably be smitten with her.

As things stood, however, he couldn’t ever be in love, and so he definitely was not smitten with her. So his heart racing as she approached was entirely attributable to his fear of being caught, being found out.

Yes. That was all. It wasn’t because he’d do absolutely anything at all for them to run away somewhere together, forever, with her adoring his every last action and him treating her like the queen she was.

“I…I didn’t do anything,” he lied. “We were down here, trying to file, and—”

She crossed her arms. “It’s past closing. Well past.”

“We lost track of time. And she started having this…seizure. I think she might need a doctor.”

“Mmm,” groaned Natalie. “No…no doctor. Just nap. Nap nap.”

She pulled her head against Robert’s shoe and slipped her arms around one leg, sighing contentedly. Maria raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.

Robert’s voice was rough. “Apparently, she needs…a nap?”

Everything about Maria’s countenance was gorgeous. It felt like a privilege to stand in front of her. Every line so smooth. Her lips plush and full, seemingly designed entirely to elicit pleasure. She considered Robert now, and he saw her doing it, considering him very carefully. Like a problem on chalkboard.

“I saw the whole thing,” said Maria. “I saw her coming onto you. I saw you touch her…and I saw everything after.”

Uh oh.

“Fuck,” he said weakly.

“So, tell me what’s going on.” Maria reached out and touched his shoulder, squeezing just slightly. “Please?”

He gulped. Her arms were bare, her skin quite visible. The impulse to take a hold of her skin was a tangible sensation, like a soft cloth wrapping around his limbs and beckoning them upward to her body. It would be easy to touch her, to make her feel…anything. To make her feel all the things he had wanted her to feel since the moment he had seen her months ago…

Every night, his cock was hardened and emptied with the thought of Maria. Nothing on the internet. Nothing from his phone. Just the thought of her was enough to sate him and help him drift off into sleep. Every new outfit she wore to work only displayed her perfection all the more, and from watching her, he could see the cool arrogance she felt towards everyone, and that made her all the more beautiful in his eyes.

And with one touch, he knew now that he could change her…

Letting out a short, sharp cry, he backed up and fell over a few open boxes of files, gulping and sweating.

“Please. Stay back. Okay? Back.”

He reclined on some fallen boxes, knowing already he’d have to arrange them later. Maria was concerned, and kept a distance, though she came down to the floor and sat catty-cornered to Robert. The spikes of her heels drifted against his shoes in a clearly flirtatious manner. “How’s that?”

Too close. Too damnably close. If he wanted, he could easily grab her heel and do anything to her…

But instead he said, “Fine.”

“So, tell me what happened.”

“I…you’ll think I’m crazy.”

“I saw you change her, Robert. I don’t know much about you, but,” she ticked off her fingers, “I know you like the way I look, and I know you just touched Natalie on the wrist and she fell down orgasming, and I know you’re afraid to touch me now. You’re definitely not crazy. Excited, perhaps. But not crazy.”

Robert’s mouth was dry. He took a moment to swallow and then swallow again, to work up the words. Often he kept to himself, not speaking unless spoken to, and so his voice took on the qualities of being rough and soft when in fact, when his words were let out to play for a while, he had a rather commanding volume.

“I don’t know how to explain it. I touch women…people. And I can make things happen. It happens more with women because…”

“You’re turned on by them?”

He nodded. “And I don’t want to fuck up their lives, see? I don’t want to do it to anybody. But I…there’s all this power. The more I let it out, the harder it is to deny.” He closed his eyes. “I was in a mental hospital for the past five years. At first, my powers, they seemed harmless. I changed a girl’s hair color. I helped a friend lose weight. And then…I don’t know. There’s this pheromone component. Women smell it. They come on to me…they want me. And that turns me on, and then I want to use the power on them, and…I can’t help it.

“I ended up committing myself to the asylum to keep myself away. The meds there kept everything under control. They thought I was crazy when I told them the truth, which was fine by me. Hell, I thought I was crazy. I thought…until what, five minutes ago? I had started to believe I made the whole thing up. But they, at the asylum, they drugged me up all the same, and that meant that everything was suppressed. But with the cutbacks from the state, they couldn’t keep me anymore. And then I was out…and…here. They got me this job. Not the University. I just said that because Natalie did. The boss knew all along where I came from, but she didn’t know the rest.”

In a few seconds, he would open his eyes and see Maria on her cell phone, calling the cops or maybe those white-suited orderlies with the giant nets. Did they even have a number?

He would open his eyes, and he would see the rampant disgust on her face, the disappointed disbelief that anyone as sick and strange as him would even be alive.

Soft, warm breaths pushed against his cheek. A hand slid up his thigh, squeezing. Startled, he opened his eyes, and saw Maria there, her gorgeous face alive with lust.

“Show me,” she whispered. She pushed her body against his, heavy tits sliding against the thick meat of his arm.

Holding him tight, she urged him up to his knees until he was above Natalie, still dazed on the floor. Maria dragged her toward them so that her head faced them both. She was a strong woman.

“You’ll show me, won’t you?” Maria’s voice was a soft, lilted whisper. “Please?”

She couldn’t be serious. This wasn’t serious. This was insanity.

And yet her hand was right there on his crotch, sliding over the straining mass of his erection.

“You can do anything at all to her,” Maria whispered. “Anything you like. What would you do?”

This beautiful angel was begging him to use the power he had spent so long suppressing and denying. But there was no denying it anymore. Her fingers slowly grasped the tab of his zipper and pulled it down. Her touch, sweet and gentle around his cock, made him shudder.

“Go on,” she whispered. “Do whatever you like. Show me. Show me what you can do, Robert. I want to see.”

Natalie was semi-conscious, a pleasant smile on her face. He put his hands down on her skull, urging her with his power to become more awake, but less aware. Her eyes flashed open, dazed and open, her mouth hanging just so.

“Green,” said Maria. “Weren’t they…”

“Blue. Yes. I touched her and I thought of you. I thought maybe you could have been sisters. But I was wrong. Her hair would have to be darker. Fuller.”

As he spoke, Maria stroked. And as she stroked, Robert let loose with his will, feeling power surge through him as Natalie’s hair became thicker underneath his very hands. Thicker, softer, shinier, darker. Before, it had been an irable dark shade of brown. Now it was a deep chocolate. His fingers sank into it, sliding effortlessly between the locks, not a tangle to be found.

“Oh my god.” Maria stroked him harder, her hand slippery with his precum. “Oh fuck. Oh my god.”

She bit his shoulder so hard that Robert had to cry out softly. Her smile, guilty and excited, softened his heart entirely. Everything about her was beautiful, fervent, lustful, and immediate. He wanted to fuck her so badly that he could barely keep from exploding.

“You can do anything,” she said. “Anything. You can…you can…” she gulped rapidly. Her throat muscles were positively elegant, seemingly made for taking down a massive cock. “Tell me that you can change her mind?”

“About what?”

“You know what I mean. You can make her…you can make her your slave, couldn’t you?”

A long jet of cum spurted from his cock, landing on Natalie’s chest. She had never buttoned up her sweater, and the cum trailed slowly down the lovely cups of her bra.

“F-fuck, Maria. I don’t know. That’s too much.”

“Then why did it make you cum?” She grinned wickedly. Her handjob had slowed down, easing and gentle now, no longer quite so furtive and quick. It was like she had known, right away, to slow down once he came—to keep him going for even longer. “Mmm, and still so hard, too? I can tell you like that idea. You don’t have to hide it from me. I like it too.”

“You like…a woman being my slave? You like that?”

She shrugged, an elegantly beautiful motion. “I like a man in charge. Really in charge, with no doubt for those beneath him. That’s my favorite thing in the world.”

Her hand continued its amazing work on his throbbing cock. Still, he hesitated.

“You can change her back if you don’t like it, right? I just want to see it. I just want to watch her call you Master.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Her face nudged against his, that perfectly shaped nose rubbing heatedly against his jaw, their lips tantalizingly close. “Because it really, really gets me off, Robert. I want to watch you own her. I want to see how powerful you can be in all your glory. I think it’s shameful that you’re hiding. I think you ought to revel in it…and if you really need someone to convince you, I happily volunteer myself.”

Her hand on his cock was slippery, soaking, and perfectly suited to stroking him. Right at the intensity and the frequency he needed.

Her skin. His skin. Touching…he might have changed her already. Subconsciously. Fuck.

“I won’t be able to stop myself from doing it,” he said. “No one will be safe. Not even you.”

“I don’t mind. Just…let me be your first girl, please? The one you put above the others. So long as I’m first, I don’t care who else you fuck. Who else you own. Or,” she grinned wickedly, encouraging another hot shot of precum onto Natalie’s waiting knees. “I want you to have the best girls serving you. I just…like being above them. The best of the best. Isn’t that understandable?”

His need to kiss her was overwhelming now. He couldn’t restrain himself. But she…she had to do it first.

And she did. Whether it was because of his subconscious desire or her true desire to kiss and seduce him, Robert didn’t know and he didn’t care. Kissing Maria was heavenly. He’d ached for her plush, soft lips against his since the first day he’d seen her, weeks ago, and having her now stroke him so eagerly while kissing him with such intense ion was heavenly.

“This is unreal,” he said, breathing hard after the mind-melting kiss. “This is happening…so fast. I mean this is the most we’ve ever talked, do you realize?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” she moaned. “You’re everything I’ve ever fucking wanted and I want to worship the ground you walk on. You’re a fucking stud god and I pretty please please want to see you fuck Natalie’s mind until she doesn’t even know other cocks exist except for yours. Please?”

She had taken Natalie’s tranced head in hand, guiding it toward Robert’s cock. Relaxing just slightly, Robert slid his cock through her waiting lips. Maria moaned, obviously aroused, as she watched him enter Natalie’s mouth deeper and deeper.

Soon, they found a rhythm, with Maria guiding Natalie’s pretty face up and down Robert’s cock using her hair as a handle.

“Say she’s your slave,” Maria whispered in his ear. “Please?”

“She’s my slave.” Robert pressed hard into Natalie’s skull, making it so. “She has to obey me. She must serve my will.”

“Yes. Oh, god, yes, yes. Make her call you ‘Master.’ Make her call you ‘Sir.’”

Another surge of his will, and Robert slid his cock from Natalie’s mouth just slightly.

“You’re my slave, aren’t you?”

Natalie nodded earnestly, precum dripping from her plump lips. “Y-yes, Master. Yes, Sir!”

Maria’s fingers were stuffed up in her cunt, her thumb rapidly flicking against her clit. A puddle of juices had formed around her knees. “Fuck!” she moaned. “That’s so hot. That’s so perfect. Fuck her mouth, baby, please? Fuck your slave’s mouth. Your pretty little slave’s mouth, fuck her throat, oh please, oh god, please!”

Robert could hardly deny her. He lost himself inside Natalie’s mouth, in the sensation of her warm wetness. There was no restraint, no care—something primal woke in him. Something that knew he deserved this, that knew he should be adored and exalted in this manner. He fucked Natalie’s mouth like it was a waiting, dripping cunt, her soft throat swallowing down and suckling on every last inch that it could.

“Yes, baby,” Maria moaned, kissing his ears, his neck, flashing those brilliant green eyes at him. “Do it love. Fuck her. Fuck her until she’s nothing. Wipe her mind out. Wipe it clean, oh fuck, leave her with nothing but you!”

Robert came, hips spasming and his balls emptying down Natalie’s throat and stomach. Moaning and thrashing, Maria came as well, kissing Robert wildly on the lips, adoring him, feeling strong and undeniable worship for him and his power. In the heat of the moment, he was unable to stop himself from implanting that in her—though not nearly so much as he emptied into the throbbing-hot form of Natalie. Maria bucked against him, her slender body feeling so right as it thrashed against his in the throes of bliss.

They let Natalie fall to the ground, where she swallowed and slurped up his cum, cleaning herself and his cock with a pretty pink tongue. Maria looked down at Robert’s cock with reverence.

“You’re still hard.” Her voice was coated with the breathlessness of a woman who’d just enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying orgasm.

He nodded silently, eyeing Maria’s body hungrily. She smiled indulgently, clearly knowing he enjoyed what he saw.

“Let’s pump the brakes on you and me a bit, cowboy. I’ve got a lot to think about…and we’ve already gone further than I ever have with anyone, except for other girls.” She took Natalie by the hair again, guiding her tranced, worshipful face back toward his cock. “But you can do whatever you like with her.” She stroked Natalie’s hair like that of a favored pet. “Anything, baby. And I’ll cheer you on.”

Robert was so turned on that he felt anything Maria asked, or suggested, he would do. And at her suggestion, he put his cock back in Natalie’s mouth and his hand on her temple to guide his power…and he was dumping her with everything Maria cooed in his ear.

Make her worship you.

Make her call you Master.

Make her as sexy as you can imagine.

Hours later, close to ten in the evening, Maria finally returned home to her spacious condo. Her boyfriend Fernando was there already, flipping channels on the television and munching through a bag of carrots. The home was spacious, with tall ceilings and ornate fixtures on the corners and walls. Marble floors in the kitchen and bathrooms, wooden floors everywhere else. Several thick, plush carpets were spaced through the home. With four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a laundry room, a living room, a dining room, and a gaming room, it was a large enough space for easily five or six people.

Until today, Maria had taken it because she simply wanted more. She wanted more space, more costs, more of anything to prove that she was worthy of someone buying it for her.

But now…now the extra space had so many possibilities. Robert had taken Natalie home, probably to fuck her rotten, but wouldn’t it be delightful if, in the future, he just came here instead? And with Natalie too, as well as any other new girls he managed to acquire. The thought made her feel warm inside.

Fernando hadn’t complained about buying the condo for her. She had smiled at him for days, even letting him jerk off to her body in lingerie—though she was very careful not to let any part of his cock touch her. Dumbstruck with Maria’s attention, he did most anything she told him.

“Hey babe,” he said, not getting up. “How was work? You’re home late. Assholes got you inventorying the files again?”

Fernando was an idiot. But he was a cute idiot, and even more importantly than that, he was a rich idiot. He had bankrolled this new condo for her while she strung him along on promises and promises of sex. They had done little more than kiss, and even that felt revolting now.

Robert was the only man for her, ever. That was clear now.

It wasn’t lost on her that it was possible he had made her think that. She wasn’t sure she cared, even if he had changed her. Changed her in the same way that he had completely reformatted Natalie’s mind right before her eyes.

Anything you say, Master. I’m yours forever, I promise. I’ll always obey.

She took a moment, shuddering at the hot memory, still so fresh. Natalie’s voice had been so plaintive, so delicious…

Maria had long ago abandoned any hope of having children, though she would have enjoyed spreading her philosophy to any daughters she might have had. But the thought of actually holding some inferior man’s cum in her virgin body was skin-crawling. Now that Robert was around, however, she felt those desires coming back with a vengeance.

There was a man who could give her a child. A powerful man. A god-like man, maybe just a god altogether. Wouldn’t that be something? To carry the seed of a living deity?

Everything made so much sense now. Why she hadn’t been able to seduce Kyle and leave for bigger and better things, as had been her plan. Why she hadn’t found a new job straightaway when that didn’t work out.

What was happening with Robert was meant to be.

Fernando was likely waiting on a reply. He lived on an eggshell planet, she knew, desperately scared that at any moment Maria would recognize how little he actually belonged in her class. Maria had been aware of this all along, naturally, but Fernando was a special type of fool who regularly could be charmed by her with relative effortlessness.

She had invited him over that night, for instance, only to make him pay for take-out. But she wasn’t hungry anymore. Every possible desire in her life had come to life that night, and eating was the last thing on her mind.

Fernando owned a car lot where he bought, traded, and sold used cars. It was a hot business in Rosington and Fernando was good at it.

She walked to the counter where the key dish lay and picked up his keys, hiding the sound by dropping hers. Careful not to break a nail, she slipped his key to her condo off his ring and then covertly set the keys back down.

Fernando had turned off the television, no doubt feeling the tension in the air. Maria took a special glee in what was about to happen. There was a darkness in her, and that was certain. A spiteful, cruel impish nature that delighted in the pain of those who annoyed her or those who she simply saw as lesser.

And so while a slow coil of stress snaked about Fernando’s heart, Maria felt her already rather moist pussy becoming slowly wet once again.

I love you, Master. Forever and ever. I’ll be yours for all time. I belong to you, and only to you.

Were they just recollections of Natalie’s words? Or was that what ruled her heart now?

Maria walked across the living room and stood behind the bar, pouring herself a finger of whiskey. The vintage was smooth, strong, and—like most everything in the condo—given to her free of charge after a few gentle touches and dazzling smiles. Men loved everything about Maria, and receiving her attention melted most of them.

Except Robert. He hadn’t melted. No…he had blossomed.

God, he was so fucking hot!

She made her face very serious, deliberately hiding her aroused glee. “We need to talk, Fernando.”

He stood up, approaching like a scolded dog.

“Sure, babe. What about? Do you want to…” he nodded back toward the bedroom. “Finally?”

She smiled, appearing almost sympathetic. “Oh, dear. No.”

“Headache again?”

The booze was working wonderfully, sending a long happy warmth down her tummy and filling her head with a liquid ease. The bar was high enough so that she could slide her fingers up into her pussy behind her skirt without Fernando seeing. So, she did.

“We have to break up, Fernando.”

“Have…h-have to what?”

She took great pleasure in his reaction. The dilating pupils. The sudden sweat pouring down his brow. It was like he had taken drugs.

A bad acid trip, sure. And she was the demoness come to ruin his high.

I’m your slave. Your slave forever. I worship your cock. I love you so much. You’re my everything. My God. My King. I worship you.

All those filthy, naughty words she had whispered into Robert’s ear, and filtered through his power and then moaned out loud by Natalie as she came and came again in a feverish, zealous fervor of delectable adoring insanity. With Maria’s urging, Robert probably quite literally drove Natalie mad with love. And Maria recalled every last word now, sliding her index finger ever so slowly across her clit as she feasted on Fernando’s despair.

Maria was going to be the prize property of Robert. There certainly wasn’t going to be any need to be concerned about money. Or niceness. Or propriety. All she had to do was make him value her…and Maria had been waiting and aching and cumming her whole life, dreaming of serving someone with power like his.

She always thought it would be more metaphorical—a man with money or property or fame—but a man with straight-up comic-book powers was fine by her.

Robert’s natural disposition seemed to make him something of a hero, maybe an anti-hero. That was no fun at all. Villains were the sexy ones…and they had all the sexy costumes too. Maria knew indubitably that she was born bad, and she’d had to hide her nature her whole life. But with Robert…

…with Robert, she could let it all come out.

“Maria, please, I don’t understand.” Fernando looked terrified, as if she were holding a gun to his head. “I’ve…I’ve done everything for you. I paid for this place…I’m in debt because of this place. I bought your car. I…I even…I mean, Jesus, Maria, I just—”

“Hush.”

Right away, he did as told. Maria felt a spike of pleasure, her lips wet, her breath hot.

Control. Power. All she wanted in the world.

She was going to destroy Fernando completely. She wanted to watch him cry. His eyes were wet already—what a loser.

Later, she’d report to Robert…and then she would stroke and suck him until he was as turned on by it as she was.

There was nothing in her power she wouldn’t do to make this marvel of a man as bad as she was. Power like his was made for exulting, for triumphing, for reveling, for rubbing it in the faces of every last person who dared to defy him.

And if she asked, really sweetly, smiling just so and stroking his cock so, so right, Maria was almost certain that he would make her into a slave just like Natalie.

Well, just like Natalie, except better. She deserved to be better.

And so, smiling, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a little more of her irresistible flesh—just to really twist the knife in—she began to say the words that ruined Fernando’s life forever.

Business as usual.

That was the hope. When Robert woke and his bed was empty, no sign of Natalie or Maria or anything insane like that, he let out a sigh of relief.

Business as usual—he could go back to his regular life. What he had suffered was some kind of intense daydream/nightmare combination, tapping into every fear and desire that he’d ever had in his life.

He still had the same, boring, small studio apartment, barely more than a closet with a bathroom. He’d go back to work today. The women would ignore him. Hopefully, no one would find out about his stay at the mental hospital. When he came home, he’d make dinner, watch some TV, jerk off thinking about Maria and drift to sleep, and start the process again the next day.

Then Natalie stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing his shirt, a delicious sprite with her ass just barely visible. All the smooth expanses of her skin tanned and sleek, her hair a deep chocolate color that stretched halfway down her back in an amazing blanket of thick locks, designed entirely for his pleasure.

He knew that because that was what he had done to her last night, with Maria urging him on.

“Master!” she chirped brightly. “Would you like me to suck you off before we get to work?”

She really did look like Maria’s sister now. All she needed was bigger breasts and a few alterations to her face…

Robert shook his head, gathering up the blankets around him and standing up.

“No.” He shook his head again. “No, no. Nothing like that. What I want now is…”

More of the same intense fuck-session we had last night.

The memories were clear now. Clear and unerringly inviting. All night long, he’d rode her perfect young body, hardening again and again as she moaned and called him her Master, her God, her Everything. In her eyes now was a sparkle of doubt as he backed away.

“Have I displeased you, Sire? Have I angered you somehow?” She bent over on the bed, raising her perfect, eighteen year-old ass high in the air. “Shall I require punishment?”

Robert’s cock stirred at the sight of those twin ass cheeks, so perfectly formed. Some weeks ago, Natalie had been a promising student in the business college at Northern. Now, he didn’t even know if she could still do math.

He hoped so. He hadn’t wanted to make her stupid from wiping her mind. Just obedient.

And even that…so much of that had been Maria’s idea. But it had felt so…so right…and the things she said, fuck! It was like she had been reading some unwritten diary of his deepest desires.

“What I want you to do, right now, is to go home and get changed.” He felt weak, but his voice was strong. “Dress into work attire. Something appropriate. And when you’re done, get yourself to work. Can you do that?”

“I’ll take the bus, Master.” She smiled. “And I won’t suffer any man looking at me twice.”

Oh god, that order. Maria had encouraged it last night over and over again—her libido was exponentiated by the thought of Natalie’s adamant exclusivity to Robert.

“Just…act natural, okay? We can’t…” He shook his head. “Don’t start any trouble, all right? Be at work on time. I don’t want you fired.”

It was just forty-five minutes until work, and their boss Joslyn hated tardiness. Robert’s parents had died while he was in the asylum and they left him a substantial inheritance, which allowed him to have his own apartment and car. He was a frugal man, though, and did not want to rely solely on the mostly static wealth reserve for long. Thus, he took the job seriously.

Robert looked at Natalie for a moment. She was obviously different than yesterday. Longer hair, longer legs, her lips slightly more rounded. That would be problem.

“You know I changed you, right?”

She nodded happily. “Yes, Master. You did ever such a good job. Would you like to do more?”

He stepped back, ignoring the urge to grab her and do just that. “No. No, no. Just…hide it, as best you can. Cut your hair or something.”

In thirty minutes time, Robert was showered and in his car, pulling into a drive-through window at a coffee shop.

The clerk there was a substantially gorgeous Latina named Yolanda. She made a special effort the last times he was there to show him how her name tag was so easily visible on the heavy swell of her breasts. She leaned over the window, her large tits almost swinging into his car.

“Large black coffee, two sugars on the side. I brewed it just for you, Robert.”

“Thanks.” He pulled out his card.

“No charge, honey.” She winked at him. “Just check your receipt.”

The crumpled piece of paper had her number on it, written with hearts in the place of zeroes. He gave her an encouraging smile and then drove off, knowing already he had visited that coffee house for the last time.

It was a shame, too. They made great coffee.

He had some kind of effect on women, over time. It had taken about six weeks for the situation to progress this far with Yolanda. Maybe he had touched her once, accidentally, despite all efforts to never touch women—maybe when paying with a card or taking the coffee.

The effect he had on the opposite sex made it hard, very hard as he found out with Natalie, to not touch them at all. After so many days or weeks of , they all ended up attracted to him—which meant they wanted to touch, which meant that, inevitably, he would change them. There was no way to build up his self-control when he viewed even the slightest mismanagement of his power as a colossal error.

Were he a less noble man, the combination of his abilities would be a license to fuck and enslave anyone he wanted.

Though, Robert noted with some sourness, it wasn’t as if he were that noble. He told Natalie to act natural this morning, but he certainly didn’t change her to ensure that she was natural, did he?

Something to work on.

At nine o’clock sharp, he arrived in the office and was ready to lose himself in some honest work. Maria was there already, at her own desk, barely looking up as he walked past. Natalie was nowhere to be found.

His and Natalie’s desks were in the back of the office. Usually, the two of them were left to their own devices until midday, when all the calls began rolling in. So long as they kept themselves busy with pertinent work, there was no real limit to what they could do. Slowly, he took out all his work accouterments—a book for when he was taking a break, a few pens, his smart phone, and his coffee. The second he sat down, two things happened.

The first was that Estelle Worthington entered the Sunshine Insurance office. She headed the rival organization to Sunshine Insurance in Rosington—Maximum Insurance.

She strutted in slowly, rubbing a finger through the dust on the water cooler, walking easily in designer heels, her tailored pantsuit fitting snugly across her fit form. “Hello, losers.”

She was that kind of person. Past forty and still looking quite fine, in Robert’s estimation, Estelle took her business acumen as an excuse to lambaste Sunshine Insurance every chance she got.

Robert’s boss—the manager of this branch of Sunshine Insurance—was Joslyn. But the manager, from several years back up until some few months ago, used to be Joslyn’s husband, Kyle. But Kyle had fallen ill, and left Joslyn in charge. She did her best, but the daily maintenance of her husband’s condition and the business was too much for her.

Over the past several weeks, Robert had picked up the office scuttlebutt, largely from Quinn.

Quinn was a cheery, cute blonde, a bit overweight, but still very affable. She apparently delighted in gossiping, and made it a point to let Robert in on the office politics. She talked to Robert quite a bit, actually. Were she not so firmly attached to Caleb—her boyfriend and fellow salesperson—Robert might have been afraid his influence was affecting her.

A long time ago, apparently, Joslyn’s husband and Estelle were a serious couple. Joslyn stole him away, though, or Kyle left Estelle for Joslyn, or some variation of that—and Estelle had never quite lived it down.

Then there was the second thing that happened.

Beneath him, under his small desk, Natalie waited on her knees. The second he sat down, her hands went to his zipper, expert and delicate. She had cut her hair, like he asked, but the cut was exactly like Maria’s.

She really loved being thought of Maria’s lookalike, her sister—if only because Robert really loved that thought.

“Maria said you would want a nice blowjob to start your day, Master,” she whispered. “Is that right?”

There was no time to respond properly. Estelle’s presence had made Joslyn emerge from her office.

Joslyn was younger than Estelle, older than Robert or Maria, in her mid-thirties. She was blonde, slender, busty, and somewhere in the grief-stricken, over-stressed form she possessed a person might be able to see a lovely woman there somewhere. But the many pulls in her life had left her under-eating and under-sleeping, and her once-pale skin had become sallow and her face skull-like. She strode out to meet Estelle, anger already forming in her at the intruder’s presence.

As a result, Robert could hardly start whispering under his desk, in full view of Joslyn and Estelle. And as a result of that, Natalie took his silence as permission, and slipped her eager mouth forward over his rod. She was wearing a barely-there skirt with a sexy, made-for-clubbing halter top covering her slender torso. He supposed this was acting natural for her newly enslaved mind.

Warmth, hot and loving, slipped over his half-hard cock and quickly brought it to a full erection as he watched the scene unfold between Joslyn and Estelle.

“What the fuck do you want, Estelle?”

Estelle had been iring her nails, barely cognizant of Joslyn’s presence. “Oh. Hello, dear. I just love what you’ve done with this place. It’s very…trash art, isn’t it?”

Joslyn’s eyeball twitched. “We have a lot to do. Unlike some people. If you’ve nothing to say, please leave.”

“’Unlike some people!’ That’s rich. I do more business in a month than you do in a quarter. And that’s a fact.” She let out a long fake laugh, putting a hand on Joslyn’s shoulder.

Joslyn rubbed the hand off with some disgust. “You’re here to gloat? Okay. Now you’ve gloated. Will you leave?”

Natalie’s tongue was magical. It was if she was made to suck his cock.

Or re-made, at any rate. Robert gripped his desk, face flushing.

“Gloat?” Estelle laughed again. “Oh no, dear. I’ve come to rub it in. You see, last night, Mister Gary Pritchard made a proposal to me, and I said yes. And as you are probably just now realizing, yes, I mean that Gary Pritchard. The COO of Sunshine Insurance. You do know him, right? Or have you forgotten who kept you in business? He wants to merge our offices because of the under-performance of yours. And he said that I would be placed in full control of staffing.”

Across the office, Robert saw Maria straighten at this news.

Her outfit was a wonder. At first glance, it seemed demure and business-like—a pencil skirt and a gentle green sweater. But it was on Maria’s form, and so the pencil skirt’s tightness around her legs became a kind of pornography for ass and leg lovers. The green sweater’s material was lace thin, barely opaque, and he could see that she had foregone a bra that morning. Her hair had been arranged in a thick, delicious pile down one side of her head, draped down past her shoulders and over her billowing breasts.

She had worn it for him, he realized—and knew that he was watching her, right now, as Natalie sucked his cock. Slowly, she winked at him, and pointed to his desk.

There was a note there from her.

“In full control of…” Joslyn shook her head. “This doesn’t make sense. He would have notified me if something like this was in the works.”

“Call him and find out, sweetling.” Estelle tapped the blonde’s cheek. Her cell phone buzzed. “Ah, I’ve got to run. You see how that works? Someone calls, and you do business? Try it some time.”

Estelle stopped as she began to exit, looking straight at Robert. He was more flushed than before, his grip tight on the sides of his desk. Natalie was bringing him so close, her tongue sliding over his shaft like a whirlwind. Her soft, gentle suckling noises were almost as hot as the sensations themselves.

“What are you so worked up about, handsome?” she asked. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you keep your job. I can always use a strong man around.”

She winked at him and strutted out, pulling out her phone and immediately beginning to yell at whoever was on the other line. Joslyn looked defeated, sighing. Everyone in the office had heard the exchange. It wasn’t an especially large place. There were rumors that Estelle’s three floor exchange had an LCD TV and a game console in the break room.

“I’ll get to the bottom of this,” Joslyn said loudly. “Your jobs are in no trouble. I’ll take care of everything.”

Her door banged loudly as she retreated back into her office. Caleb and Quinn, directly in front of the whole exchange, leaned into one another and started speaking in whispers.

Meanwhile, Maria gestured again for Robert to open the note she had left him. It was written in red marker on a folded note card with his name on top, surrounded by little hearts.

Does it turn you on that she’s starting to look like my sister? It makes me really hot. Can you make her believe that she’s related to me? Can you make me believe that? Wouldn’t that be sexy…both of us sisters serving your cock?

Robert lost control, emptying himself into Natalie’s mouth in a long, steady, heavy stream of white spray. And the whole time, he watched Maria, her luscious smile, her inviting gaze, and all the temptations she represented.

Maria took Robert to lunch. It was the first meal she had paid for in over a year, and in the two years since graduating college she could count the total number of paid meals on one hand. Men loved to take her out to lunch, or to dinner, or simply to hand her cash so she could go enjoy herself. Everyone was waiting for an excuse to see her smile.

And yet all Maria wanted, really, was to make Robert smile. To make him understand how desperately important she found him, how her beauty meant nothing at all if it wasn’t serving him entirely.

They ate at a small, intimate bistro that served a kind of Italian-Ethiopian fusion. Normally, there was a waiting list, but between Maria’s charm and Robert’s fresh-fuck pheromones working heavy wonders on the hostess, they were seated well before anyone else in line. Their table was inside of a booth at the corner of the restaurant.

Immediately, Maria slid her tight booted legs up Robert’s thighs and pressed the edge of her toes into his cock.

He was hard. Good.

As a bit of theater, she had brought along a pair of brown leather gloves. The weather was cold outside—it was late Autumn—and there was nothing untoward about a delicately beautiful woman such as herself wearing gloves around. She took his hands in hers and rubbed them slowly.

“Did you like my gift this morning?”

He nodded. “Very much. Natalie had a hard time getting out of there with no one noticing.”

“I saw,” Maria smiled. “But I don’t think anyone else did.”

“About that. I don’t know…I don’t know where this is going,” he said. “But I don’t think it should extend to the office. I’m going to fix Natalie later tonight, after work. She won’t a thing.”

That would hardly be Maria’s definition of “fixing” her. Her breasts were too small, and not quite ripe enough for Robert to enjoy totally. The darling girl was lovely, but not quite sexy enough to be seen as Maria’s sister. Maria had a reputation to maintain, after all, and when she was properly Robert’s favorite slave, that reputation would be very important again.

She slid a gloved finger up and down his hand, tugging gently on the other. “After we put in all that delicious work? Why?”

“Because…” he shook his head. “Because it’s wrong.”

She was prepared for this. She had been aching over the words her entire life, fingering her cunt as she imagined someone delivering them to her…or her delivering them to someone who merely needed a little convincing.

“Morality is a silly thing for weak people, Robert. People who aren’t beautiful like me, or strong like you. It’s a word they use to guard themselves against the power we have.”

This seating arrangement was all wrong. She would have preferred to be stroking his cock while she said this, cooing in his ear. Maybe with Natalie beneath them again, her face tranced and open for ever-more-changes.

Robert gulped. “You’ve thought about this.”

“I have,” she itted. “A lot. With my fingers stuffed in my pussy. With my moans echoing against my bedroom walls. This is what I want. You are what I want. I never even thought you were possible. But now that you are…I have so many wonderful ways to please you, darling. My darling. My strong, strong man. Won’t you let me show you?”

Her high-heeled boot slid against his cock, and she could feel it straining beneath his pants. He was so excitable. She loved that about him.

“I just—you know, this is a lot, for me,” he said. “To take in. I’ve been trying to hide this for my whole life, it feels like. And you’re just…you’re fucking gorgeous and you’re saying all this wicked shit, and it’s just hard to believe.”

“What if, first, we simply started small?” she suggested. “Taking over the office, for example. You could make Joslyn awfully pretty…”

“No.” He shook his head. “She’s married. I don’t want to get involved with something like that.”

Maria hid her displeasure. She could change his mind about that, in time. Marriage was a silly thing, a useless term if it didn’t mean obedience to Robert. He would understand later.

She smiled instead. “Of course. But we can still make her obey. Gut the business s to give us raises. That sort of thing. Wouldn’t you like more cash?”

“Who wouldn’t? Are you joking?”

Slowly, she slipped a glove off one hand. She placed it in his, clasping it there firmly.

“This isn’t a joke to me, Robert. Not a lie. Not anything but everything I’ve ever wanted. I know you want me. You can’t fucking help but want me. Look at me.” Robert did. She unbuttoned one button of her sweater and swept her hair back, posing haughtily for him. “Are you seriously telling me you don’t want me as your girl?”

His eyes widened. She knew that was exactly what he wanted.

“Is that what you’re offering?”

From his tone, his reaction, she knew everything she had to know. He not only didn’t believe her, but he didn’t even recognize the thought of her being his partner as even a remote possibility.

Her face softened considerably. Of course. She had been so desperate to get straight into the thick of things, so furiously charging into the meat of the erotic wonderland that Robert could create so easily, that…well, she had forgotten entirely about any desires he might have had for something a little more rounded.

His hand was on hers, hope in his face.

Maria felt a long, heavy flush. He could be changing her right this instant, she realized. Part of her hoped that he was—and she recognized that even that might be part of the change—and even that was hot too.

“I want to be your girlfriend, yes. Your lover. Your confidant. Your wife, if you’ll have me, though we can discuss that some other time. Your slave, like Natalie. Only…more prestigious.”

“Like a Queen,” he suggested. “Bowing only to the King.”

She nodded slowly, her face an erotic glamour. Her voice was soft, needy. “Yes. Just like that. Someone to advise you, guide you, and make you all the more glorious in your power. Although,” she looked pointedly at her hand grasping his, “you’ll need to make me even better to truly deserve you.”

“What you’re talking about…it’s got a lot of heavy implications.”

“I mean every one of them…My King.”

That had the intended effect. A low growl was in his throat, deep desire and want.

Her permission was implicit in her grasp. Robert looked at their hands for half a moment, and then Maria felt a warm, easy bliss sliding through her veins.

This was his control, his change, his power. Oh god, god, it felt so good! Just as she had always, always dreamed. A soft moan left her lips, and she looked with new eyes at Robert—the man she would always be truthful with, always trust, never betray, and never ever want another man besides. All her desire, her endless desire for power, became slowly warped with him at the apex of that depiction. A soft tendril of drool left her luscious mouth, and he slid it up with one finger, breath catching when her mouth wrapped around the digit and sucked it slow.

“You’ll have to tell me what you want changed,” he said. “I won’t know better than you will. You’re the beauty expert.”

Right away, he wanted her opinion; he valued her input. All that power, and he needed her to make the decisions that would most benefit him. Her heel slid faster against his erection, though the goal was not to make him cum. She simply wanted him to be as turned on as she felt every second while she knew he was alive.

The waiter coughed gently—he had arrived a minute before and had been summarily ignored. Without looking away from Maria, Robert touched the waiter’s exposed hand.

“Y-yes, Sir,” said the waiter, voice dazed. “Our finest. On the house. Paid with my own money. Yes. A marvelous idea.”

He sauntered off, hurrying but not rushing. His stance looked a bit staggered, like he was drunk.

Maria felt a rush of hot adrenaline, bringing Robert’s hand to her face and kissing his fingers. “Yes, darling. Just like that. Just like that. My turn, please? Let’s start with my hair. I think it ought to be a little longer, don’t you?”

And then slowly, a hot, blissful warmth began to spread into Maria’s body. Her hair slid down, down, thick and luscious, all the way to the top of her ass, as she stared into the face of the man she quickly was finding she loved.

His powers had never been truly tested before—and Maria really wanted to run them through their tests. Ever since leaving the mental hospital, the strange energies he possessed had felt like a surge of water just under the surface, a tsunami just searching for the right coast to land on and wreck.

One afternoon lunch with Maria had changed all that. Her thoughts were specific and intricate.

She wanted her eyes to be mesmerizingly green—to the point where, yes, if someone stared in them long enough, they would be utterly mesmerized. She had studied hypnosis a long time in college, she explained, hoping the outlet for her kinky needs was there. Robert was, of course, exempt to this power.

Much of what he did, he did not entirely understand. It would have taken tomes and tomes of medical knowledge for someone to properly describe everything he changed—but all it had taken in reality was for Maria to say she wanted it. Robert’s intuition, and the power itself, did all the rest.

Her body was free and clear of sickness and disease, immune system stronger than any other human alive. Her youth, and her beauty, were crystallized for the time being. Robert didn’t know if he could turn back the clock of time, but Maria could look forward to looking as gorgeous as she did—and as young as she did—for at least another twenty years.

That had taken the brunt of his power.

Other changes were smaller and more precise—he removed a mole there, and a surgery scar here. She wouldn’t have to worry about being poisoned or overpowered—her body’s strength was increased several fold, every inch of her muscle fibers layered and re-layered with high-tensile tissue made for pure agility and strength. Her hair kept its magnificent length and volume, altered only so that it would not grow unless she willed it—and would require no special goos or sprays to be arranged as she wanted. She would wake, every morning, looking exactly as she desired—and more to the point, exactly as Robert desired.

By the end of it, his power felt drained. He told her so—that, even if he wanted to do more, he wasn’t sure he could without draining some essential part of himself.

A last change to her was that hurting Robert was unthinkable now—a safety measure he had implemented, given all the implicit power she now had over others. There was no taboo greater than defying his will, and nothing would be met with more derision.

His power felt drained, but his arousal certainly wasn’t. He’d never in his life wanted someone so badly as he wanted Maria—all her perfection, all her wickedness, all her delightful intuition and desire for more. She was hunger personified, a dark-haired succubus who could be sated only ever by him…and his cock.

When they returned from lunch, Maria made up an elaborate task for them in the basement—emptying out the oldest boxes and organizing them by date and name to ready for electronic filing. It was a tedious, long assignment, and so Quinn and Caleb would likely avoid going downstairs so as not to get roped into the work. Joslyn, meanwhile, was still stuck in the office with the COO.

Robert had heard shouting in there earlier—probably that meant hell for her job, but that was of little importance now. He felt in many ways, with Maria’s encouragement, that he had a new job—a real duty that needed performing.

Very soon, he, Maria, and Natalie were downstairs. They kept the baskets for the company picnics in the basement, and very soon Natalie had laid out three blankets on top of one another for their fucking comfort.

Then, the two of them looked at him, waiting. They both grinned, bouncing slightly on their calves. All they wanted to do in the world was please him. Pleasure him.

Anything he said. Anything at all that he said, they would do.

“Kneel.”

His voice wavered slightly, but the volume was firm. They dropped to their knees immediately, smiling up at him. Their green eyes were intoxicating—Maria’s, naturally, several shades more brilliant than Natalie.

She was right. Natalie really could as Maria’s sister…all it would take was a little work when his power felt back up to snuff.

The thought occurred to him that maybe it never would. Maybe he had spent it all up with these two, making them how they were.

Worth it.

“Take out my cock, and suck it. Both of you.”

Soon, his raging erection was freed from his pants. Maria, moaning, slid her tongue up the hardening shaft for a moment.

“I want you to know, darling. I’ve never had another cock in me. Not once. Not a single time. Not in my cunt. Not in my hands. And certainly not in my mouth.”

His cock became twice as hard in less than ten seconds, growing to full mast just as Maria slipped her impeccably perfect lips over his slippery cockhead. He pushed forward, encouraging her to take more, and she did with ease, the full length of his long, thick cock pushing down into her throat. When he pulled away, she moaned, her green eyes urging and begging—not yet! She needed more.

And so he let her work him for several more seconds, gesturing for Natalie to lick his balls and help out as she waited.

“Finger your cunts, both of you. I want you wet.”

“Yes, Master,” Natalie moaned. “Anything.”

Watching her mouth move made him want to fill it. With a grin, he took himself from Maria’s luscious grip—all the way this time—and slid into Natalie’s mouth, enjoying the flash of jealous rage that entered Maria’s face.

“Don’t fear. You’ll have your turn again.”

Her sneer at Natalie’s form was breathtaking. It transformed into a momentary pout, and then she returned to sliding her tongue and lips across his balls as she fingered her pussy obediently.

Slowly, Robert could feel his power returning. Fucking the mouths of these women—fucking these women he had changed, that recharged his ability.

To test this, he took both their mouths and slid them across either side of his dense cock, so that both sets of immaculate lips ran across his length at the same time. He slid all the way out, with one girl taking him all the way in, and then out again with both girls slurping across his shaft, and then in again on the other girl. The one left out would invariably kiss the face and lips of the lucky slave adoring his cock.

Within just a short amount of time, he could feel his power all the way back up to capacity. No more drained feeling—he could do whatever he liked to these girls.

Change them to fuck them. Fuck them to change them more.

More than once, Maria’s heated whispers about what a God he was ran through his mind.

There was only so much of this he could take, mouthfucking the perfect faces of his new slaves. Two days ago this was high fantasy. Now it was his reality. His orgasm was imminent.

“You’re both my slaves,” he said, keeping their mouths at bay while he jerked his cock off. “You fucking belong to me.”

“We’re both your slaves, Master,” they cooed in unison. “We fucking belong to you.”

“But you…” he gripped Maria by the hair. “You’re just better, aren’t you?”

She didn’t have time to agree before he shoved his cock down her throat, giving her first privilege to the shot of cum worked up by the two beauties. She swallowed the heavy load deep, loving how it splattered against her mouth and throat, adoring the salty perfect taste—the first taste of cum she’d ever had in her life, and the only man’s cum that would ever cross her mouth’s threshold.

His orgasms were long and heavy, with plenty of cum for both girls. Robert pulled out and unloaded down Natalie’s mouth as well, giving her enough to sate her appetite for a time. As he shot down her throat, Maria had swallowed enough to murmur out, “Thank you, Master. Thank you so much.”

God, he wanted to fuck her still—and he was hard enough to do it. Both girls were still totally clothed, their tight, toned bodies decorated in their splendidly decorative outfits. His power felt recharged totally—and all it had taken was a simple fucking of two mouths from his eager slaves.

Never in his life had he felt more immortal, more omnipotent, more invincible than in that moment. They looked up at him with cum-splattered faces, licking their lips readily.

“Clean each other off. Use your tongues. And keep your heels on,” he said, “but get rid of the rest.”

They nodded obediently, first licking each other clean with great care and attention—keeping Robert’s cock entirely at full hardness as he watched.

They’re so fucking gorgeous, he thought. And so completely mine.

“You’re going to fuck me before her, aren’t you, baby?” Maria asked, quickly stripping down. “I look better in heels anyway.”

She was asking for a compliment. He was all too happy to give it to her. “You look better in everything, love.”

Her mouth parted in a practiced motion, a happy smile that said she, of course, already knew that—and that she was absolutely pleased to hear it from his mouth.

She slipped back on the blanket and held her legs up, sliding her booted heels against one another. “You like fucking a girl in her heels, Sir?”

He nodded, running his hand up the exquisite curve of her boot, up the supple leather and down the pointed heel, and then up her smooth calf. “Very much.”

Soon he had his cock, hard and wet from their mouths and his own juices, sliding over the pleasant warmth of Maria’s cunt. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, the bush a dark, springy line.

She put a hand on his chest, beckoning him to wait with his cock resting just on top of her bush. Her hips gyrated up toward the long, thick rod, waiting for him eagerly.

“Tell me…you’ve fucked other women with this power, haven’t you? Before Natalie?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“And have you ever…ever in all that time…have you made love, Robert?”

Now he shook his head slow, turning away slightly. She took his face with one hand though, guiding it back towards her own peerless beauty.

“No shame,” she murmured. “No embarrassment. That merely means this is perfect. Meant to be. For both of us, together, to be making love for our first time.”

Looking into her peerless eyes, he knew that what she said was the truth. She had to be truthful with him…but he hadn’t made her love him. His heart swelled with emotion for every last atom of her perfection.

How did she know every last perfect thing to say to him? How was she so effortlessly everything he’d ever wanted?

“Fuck me now,” she ached. “Fuck me. Be my first, love. Please?”

With a shuddering moan, he slipped his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. She enveloped him easily, taking all that he had and pulling him harder in with her boots on his hips.

“Yes!” she shouted.

Her body beneath him came instantly—a bit of change that he had installed over lunch. He wanted their first time to be as memorable as she did. Beneath him, she thrashed, lips fluttering, sweet sweat starting to shine down her incredibly toned form—but her eyes were locked on him the whole time.

“My love,” she moaned sweetly. “My love, my love, my love.”

All that, and just from one thrust. Now he started to actually fuck her, bringing his hips just slightly out and then powering them back in. The tip of his oak-hard cockhead slipped heavy against her g-spot, fucking her exactly where she needed to be fucked so that her orgasms would keep coming and coming.

And they did. Her pleasure was obvious, waves of bliss constantly rolling through her body, each new orgasm hitting her like a freight train and sending love loving shuddering shivers up and down her spine.

Natalie watched, transfixed, fingering her cunt as she waited to be ordered around again. “Fuck her, Master,” she prayed. “Fuck her. Fuck Maria. Fuck your perfect slave.”

Maria bridged her body up to meet his cock, lifting from the shoulders to pump upward as he thrust into this As he drove into her, holding her perfect body down at the wrists, he felt his desire and love for this woman increasing a thousandfold. He wanted her—only her.

Only her…and so many others. Just to show Maria what he could do. Just to show off his power for her the way she liked.

His drives into her pussy increased as his ion took him over. Snapping his fingers, he ordered Natalie close. Inspiration swept through him as he grabbed her throat, choking firmly.

“Maria is your sister. Your sister. You are my sisterslaves.”

The truth of this was, in an instant, incontrovertible. It didn’t matter that both had grown up as only children. They knew each other as sisters…and soon their minds would catch up with the inconsistency and fill in the blanks, creating a past that never existed so as to more perfectly obey Robert’s will.

“Oh yes,” moaned Natalie. “Fuck my sister. Fuck her, please!”

His hand was on Natalie, but his cock was inside Maria, and the order was spread around through both their supple, eager minds like wildfire.

“My sister,” moaned Maria. “Oh yes, Master. We’re your precious hot sisterslaves, and we need your cum so bad. So bad! You can fucking fill me up, love. Fucking get me pregnant!”

The thought had barely occurred to him before, but it was so dark, so heated and erotic, that it pushed him over the edge. Robert was boiling over and needed release. Natalie latched herself onto him, her weight adding extra oomph to every thrust into Maria’s cunt as his efforts became piston-like, working up to that final explosion.

He erupted inside of Maria’s unprotected pussy, his cock spraying hot whiteness against her walls. All the while he looked down at her perfect, orgasming face, marveling at how beautiful she was with her skin flushed, her eyes so full of adoration for him and him alone.

“I love you,” he said. “Oh fuck, I love you so much.”

She nodded, cradling his head with her soft hands. “I love you too, Master.”

They kissed deeply, his cock still hard inside her body, while Natalie watched with baited breath for her turn.

After a while, they got dressed, slowly ristairs. Robert was sure they stank of sex, but he didn’t care. Maybe they had heard them downstairs…but again, he didn’t care.

Across the office, in the small break room, Robert saw Quinn talking with Joslyn, and his gaze lingered. Quinn was heavy, sure, but that could be taken care of easily. And Joslyn…why, she was so sad now, but he had the power to make her happier than anyone else in the world.

“They could be anything you want,” Maria whispered in his ear, hand drifting just delicately over his crotch. “Just say the word.”