Pyramid Harem
Chapter Three
Going back to work Monday morning was a strange experience. A lot of coworkers gave me a dubious look when the saw that my left eye was purple. Just a little reminder that I had one charge left of my subjugation spell or whatever you want to call it.
“Hey, Eric, you feeling alright?” The receptionist said.
“Yeah, I got poked in the eye playing basketball, that’s all. I’ll be fine,” I said.
The receptionist raised an eyebrow, but I just stood there comfortably in my lie. What was she gonna do, accuse me of witchcraft? She was a late twenties girl with blonde hair like a younger version of my wife. She might make a pretty good fuck toy actually.
Getting work done was more or less impossible. All I could think about was who I was going to take next. Maybe I’ll take the wealthy MILF senior partner? The young ebony intern? How about the red headed girl that came in asking if she had a case to sue her former employer? I looked out the window and saw an Asian girl about college aged walking down the street with one of those drinks with little black bubbles at the bottom. She reminded me of Mistress Olivia. I think I might have a thing for Asian chicks now.
Everywhere I looked I saw potential sex slaves. Even when I was sitting in the conference room, I found myself thinking about all the gorgeous women I could enslave and felt annoyed I could only have two. I spent most of meeting plotting my evil schemes.
“Eric, what the hell is happening with the wrongful arrest case?” My boss said.
“The wrongful arrest case?” I said, coming back to reality.
I turned to look at my boss. He was a little on the chubby side, and his hair was turning grey. Isacc Williams the third was the current ruler of this little lawyer empire built in the heart of Diamond City. His personal wealth was somewhere in the go fuck yourself range, and he wasn’t afraid to act like it. He was sitting at the head of the conference room table, and all eyes were on me.
“Yes, Eric, the one with the college football kid and the private detective?” My boss said, looking annoyed.
“Oh uhm yeah the guy wasn’t a real detective and dropped all charges, so it’s settled, Sir,” I said.
“Are you fucking shitting me?” Isacc said.
“Yeah, it’s all in the email I sent you last week,” I said, nodding.
“Fine whatever, what the hell is up with your eye, Eric?” Isaac said, crossing his arms.
“Oh, it’s not contagious. Don’t worry about it,” I said.
“You better be right. If I start seeing that shit spreading to other people you can forget about being senior partner, got it?” My boss said.
I nodded blinking. I was still a junior partner at this law firm and I’m pretty sure I’d done more than enough to earn my place among the senior partners. Normally having this kind of pressure applied to me in front of so many people would rattle me, but not today. I realized it would be a trivial matter to force him to appreciate my work. I also realized he was going to dangle that senior partnership over my head for years.
Now that I had true power, his little games seemed so obvious to me. Obvious and boring. I smiled charmingly like I didn’t give a fuck because I truly didn’t. The old man blinked first. I went back to daydreaming about kinky threesomes while the others took turns kissing his ass.
“Anyone else got saved rounds?” The boss said at the end of the meeting.
Silence.
“One more thing, wait here,” Isacc said, standing up.
That caught my interest. Me and the other lawyers looked at each other while the boss left and came back with a young gorgeous babe. She was tall with raven black hair. She wore an expensive pinstripe black dress with matching vest over a white blouse. She had a scowl on her face that matched the old man’s grumpy look perfectly.
“This is my daughter, Monica. She just finished law school at Harvard. She’ll be working with us this now. I need someone to show her around help her get set up. Tyler, can you handle that?” The boss said.
“Oh, I’d love to, but I have to speak to my lead witness in the engineering dispute,” Tyler said.
“Fine, Chelsea?” The boss said.
“Oooo, I have to meet call the senator about his sexual assault case,” Chelsea said, looking apologetic.
“I’ll do it,” I said, raising my hand.
“Fine, don’t screw this up, Eric” Isaac said.
I suppressed an urge to giggle. “Of course not, Sir,” I said, standing up.
I shook hands with Monica. Like everyone else, she looked at my eye like she was afraid of being infected by it. She even wiped her hand on the first hand-sanitizer she saw when I gave her a tour of the office. We were up on the 34th floor of a glass tower overlooking Diamond City.
“Security downstairs will make up a badge for you. Can I see your ID?” I said.
“Sure, make it quick,” Monica said, like she already saw herself as my superior.
She gave me her driver’s licence. I looked it and noted the name, Monica B.J. Williams. Then I held it face down over the scanner and made a photocopy of it.
“What’s the B.J. stand for?” I said, trying to sound casual.
“Bailey Jane, why?” Monica said.
“Let me guess, you get a lot of dumb jokes about the initials, right?” I said, returning the ID to her.
Monica let out a deep breath, and I saw that she was staring daggers at me.
“Sure do. Probably about as often as my father gives you a hard time about being a senior partner,” Monica said, raising both her eyebrows.
“You heard that from the hallway, huh?” I said nodding.
“Yep, you should have pretended to be busy like everyone else. You pretty much told him you’re not important to his face,” Monica said.
“Is that how he sees it?” I said, snorting another laugh.
“Yeah, and you need to buy a new suit. You’ve gained 20 lbs since you bought that one,” Monica said, looking at my clothes.
“Fifteen,” I said, defensively.
“Twenty and if I noticed, Dad noticed,” Monica said, with a tone of certainty.
I grinned like a man who just won the lottery. She was smart, observant, sassy, beautiful, and knew the old man well enough to manipulate him with or without magic. I do declare a slaver couldn’t ask for a better minion.
“Oh yeah, you’ll do just fine,” I said.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Eric?” Monica said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Monica Bailey Jones Williams, you are my slave,” I said, smirking.
Monica rocked her head like she just got slapped across the face. Then her head sagged forward like she fell asleep on her feet. Her black hair drooped over her face. I reached out and lifted her chin up. A pair of spooky purple eyes was staring at me. Fuck, they’re all going to think I brought the plague into work. I suppose in a way, I had.
“Command me, Master. I will obey,” Monica said.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, pushing her hair back over her shoulders.
She sighed like my voice was music to her ears. I quickly checked the door to the supply room and made sure the coast was clear. Then I manhandled my newest acquisition enough to get a good feel of her tits and ass, but not enough to leave wrinkles in her clothing. Monica just stood there allowing it to happen and moaning like she loved it.
“Lift up your skirt,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” Monica said, reaching with her hands.
Her little black dress went up, and I took in the sight of her pink panties. I smiled. She was hot, young, and owning her was probably going to be the best thing that ever happened to my career.
“Meet me in the men’s bathroom in ten minutes,” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Master,” Monica nodded as her skirt fell back down.
I went into the men’s room took a seat in the farthest stall. I pulled my pants down around my ankles and stroked my cock waiting for Monica to arrive. I felt a touch of fear, but that just seemed to make what I was about to do even hotter.
I heard the bathroom door swing open. I heard the sounds of high heels walking along side the stalls. I felt a rush of nervous energy as I saw a shadow come to rest just on the other side of stall door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. There Monica stood with a blank vacant stare in her eyes.
“I am here as ordered Master,” Monica said, looking at me…sort of.
“Yes, you are,” I said, returning the look.
“I await further instructions, Master,” Monica said, tilting her head slightly.
I realized she was prompting me to take the lead. Part of me was still struggling to believe this was real. I mean, there I was stroking my cock like a perve. If my boss’ daughter snapped out of it, I could lose everything. I decided that a prudent man would make this quick.
“Sit in my lap and get me off,” I said, leaning back.
“Yes, Master, as you wish,” Monica said.
She lifted up her skirt and spread her legs more than shoulder width apart. I held my cock pointed straight upward was she positioned herself above it. Then she bent her knees and pulled her panties to the left. She descended until the tip of my cock touched her lips and then she adjusted her feet just a little bit more before sinking down further. I felt my cock slide into her pussy. It was tight like a glove too small for my hands.
“That feels amazing,” I groaned.
“Yes, Master, it feels amazing!” Monica said, closing her eyes.
Monica shuddered like she just had a little mini-orgasm. Is that how the magic works? Can I just declare things to be true?
“You can’t get enough of my cock,” I said quietly.
“Yes, Master. I can’t get enough of your cock!” Monica said, a little too loudly for my comfort level.
Nevertheless, it was hot as hell. Monica started grinding herself back and forth so fast I felt like I was merely a toy she was masturbating with. I was weirdly okay with that. I was still wary of getting her lipstick on my collar or mes her makeup and mascara. I made an executive decision to cum in her pussy mostly to hide the evidence of what I had done. I grabbed her butt cheeks and let her ride me all the way home to a satisfying workplace fuck.
“Say thank you, Master,” I said, purely to see if you she would.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for filling me. It’s an honor to receive your cum, Master,” Monica said.
I smiled at her effort to go above and beyond the call of duty. She stood up until my cock fell out of her pussy. I quickly pulled her panties back to the center to make sure nothing leaked out of her hole. Then I ed there was something else I had to do.
“Go freshen up. Meet me in my office in 15 minutes,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” Monica said, pulling her skirt down.
I sat on the pot recovering my energy while she left the men’s bathroom hopefully to go straight into the ladies. I followed my own advice and checked myself out in the mirror making sure I didn’t look like somebody who just violated the boss’ daughter. I saw that my eyes had gone back to their normal color.
My anxiety levels were still sky high, but if I played my cards right, I’d never have to worry about anything again. I left the bathroom and went straight to my office. The receptionist was on the phone responding to a caller, but she gave me a bit of side-eye as I walked behind her desk. Does she suspect? Probably, I’m pretty sure she knows way more than she lets on about everything that goes on in this law firm.
“Can I ask you some questions about the building security, Mr. Anderson?” Monica said, meeting at the door to my office.
She looked as fresh as she did when I first saw her, and she even thought up an excuse to come see me on her own initiative. How many times has she done stuff like this? Oh well, I had more important things to do like the rules of the secret cult I was in.
I sat Monica down in my office and talked about random bullshit until I was sure no one was eavesdropping. Then I repeated the same speech Mistress Olivia gave me. Monica nodded along like it was a very normal conversation to have. Does stuff like this happen a lot to hot college girls?
“So I get to have slaves too?” Monica said, raising an eyebrow.
“Puff puff ,” I said, nodding.
“And it can be anyone I want?” Monica said, smiling fiendishly.
“Yes, I won’t interfere with who you enslave. It’s against club rules apparently,” I said.
“Sounds like a ponzi scheme but okay,” Monica said.
“True that. On the other hand, it’s also against the rules to get caught. That’s the big one,” I said.
“Yes…” Monica said cautiously.
“So we should probably make sure no one can interfere with our fun. I would also really like to make senior partner in the next five years if you know what I mean,” I said.
I felt a buzzing inside my skull like the beginning of a brutal migraine. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the magic was alive and aware and not at all pleased with my lawyer bullshit trying to find loopholes in the programming. Also, I absolutely do not know better. I think Monica felt it too or at least she could somehow sense what was happening to me.
“My trust fund was too small anyway. I’ll take care of it, Master,” Monica said, standing up.
The agony in my head went away and I nodded in thanks. Yeesh, that was terrifying for about five seconds. I should probably reward my slave for being a good team player.
I watched Monica march towards her father’s office with purpose. Isaac was on the phone yelling at someone as he often does. As soon he put the phone down he took one look at his baby girl, and his face became disgusted.
“For fuck’s sake, Monica, what happened to your eyes? Grrrr, I’m gonna kill him,” My boss declared growling.
I stood there in the hallway watching his face turn red. He made eye with me, and I knew I was going to get the full fury of his wrath. I smiled and waved as Monica closed the door behind herself and locked it.