Pyramid Harem
Chapter Four
“You ready to be fucked in the ass, slave?” I said, caressing my wife’s butt.
“Yes, Master! I live to serve you!” Isabel said, jiggling her ass.
My wife was holding her butt cheeks open, bent over our dining room table. I could tell she had gone overboard with the lube, her entire ass coated in slimy jelly. Maybe that was her way of letting me know she was a little nervous about doing anal again for the first time since before our marriage. I positioned my cock just outside the entrance to her butthole. Isabel took a deep breath in anticipation.
Then my phone rang. My boss’ name was on the screen.
“Hold on, keep your ass ready for me,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” My wife said, holding her butt cheeks open.
“Yes?” I said answering my phone.
“Eric, this is Isaac. I just wanted to say you’re the best damn lawyer on my firm, and I want to talk about making you a senior partner right away!” My boss said.
“Oh yeah, that’s great. Let’s talk about that…tomorrow,” I said, resting my cock down the middle of Isabel’s butt crack.
Unfortunately, my boss was rather insistent. I could make him do anything I want, but I don’t think he knew that though. The old man spoke like it was his own idea to promote me to senior partner, and not just something his daughter/Mistress commanded him to do.
I played along. If he didn’t already know his daughter was my other sex slave, I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. Afterall, we all had our orders to keep the Harem secret and safe.
“Alright, sounds good, boss,” I said hanging up on him.
“Are you ready to fuck this ass, Master?” My wife said, massaging her asshole with her middle finger.
“Oh yeah, I’m gonna fuck your stinkhole so ha—“ I said.
Then my phone rang again. No name on the call screen this time. I debated ignoring it.
“—uhh come on,” I said, wiping KY jelly off my hands with a small towel.
“Should I make myself decent, Master?” Isabel said.
“No, you keep that ass ready for pound town,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” Isabel said, picking up the largest of three butt plugs.
I picked up the phone and answered it. I casually watched my wife stretch her rosebud out while I spoke to whoever was on the other end. I quickly checked the time which was almost 10:00PM at night.
“Can this wait until tomorrow morning? It’s quite late,” I said annoyed.
“Why? What are you so busy with that you can’t attend to your Mistress?” Olivia said.
I sucked in a breath and felt my cock twitch in sudden desire and need. Mistress Olivia had turned me into her slave not long ago. She had also shared her power with me which is why I’m now watching Isabel gape her butthole for my amusement. Olivia’s power over me was just as strong as mine over my wife.
“I am at your service, my Queen,” I said, correcting myself.
“That’s better. Why isn’t your slave brother answering his phone?” Olivia said.
“I don’t have a brother. You mean Jamie? I haven’t seen him since we were taken,” I said.
“Hmph, well tell him that his Mistress is not pleased with him,” Olivia said.
“I will obey…is that all?” I said.
“Mostly. What are you doing tonight?” Olivia said.
“No, I was…I just about to fuck my wife in the ass, that’s all,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“Ohhhhh, looking forward to that, were you?” Olivia said, like she just heard a bit of juicy gossip.
“Yeah, it’s been a while,” I said, slowly stroking my member.
“I assume she’s one of us, then?” Olivia said, giggling on her end of the call.
“Yes, Mistress, she is,” I said, feeling my need in my hands.
“Well, take a picture when it’s done and send it to me. Call her a dirty slut,” Olivia said, hanging up with one final laugh.
“You have a Mistress?” my wife said, when I hung up the phone.
“Yes, and she wants a picture of your freshly fucked asshole, so make it look good, you dirty slut!” I said, smacking her butt.
“Of course, Master, my body is yours to use in any way you see fit,” Isabel said, nodding her head.
I snapped a few pictures of her pre-fucked asshole just in case my Mistress wanted something to compare her request to. I could tell my wife was thinking about the other woman. Normally that would make me nervous, but my wife would still be a slave no matter how jealous she got. Isabel had spooky purple eyes that marked her as a new member of this magical cult thing I was drafted into. It also marked her as a loaded gun ready to claim her own servants.
“That’s it, honey, you’re just a fuck doll for my amusement, aren’t you?” I said, rubbing the tip of my cock against her starfish.
“Yes, Master! I yearn to please you at all times!” My wife said, bracing herself for anal penetration.
Just as my cock was making initial headway into her rectum, my phone went off a third time. I groaned in annoyance as I saw Jamie’s face on the call display. My wife’s initial cry turned to disappointment as my rod was removed before it really got a chance to fill her backdoor.
“What is it?!” I said, loudly answering my phone.
“Eric, it’s me.” Jamie said, with a noticeable sense of relief in his voice.
“What do you want? The Mistress is trying to reach you by the way,” I said.
“I got arrested,” Jamie said, glumly.
My voice caught in my throat. I listened quietly as Jamie filled me in on where he was and what happened. It sounded like he was in quite the pickle. Worse than that, it sounded like the secret magic sex cult was in danger of being exposed. Something inside me told me I needed to act decisively to rectify the situation.
“I need to go,” I said, hanging up the phone.
“But what about your cock, Master?” My wife said, pouting.
Most of the Diamond City Police Department know me, especially at precinct seven downtown. Most of the white-collar criminals get taken there for questioning since it’s near all the nice neighborhoods. I strode in like I was totally confident I could get my client out in 10 minutes. It was an outer confidence my inner thoughts did not share.
“Eric,” A old cop with a white mustache said.
“Donald, I’m here to see Mr. Fontaine,” I said, mirroring his neutral guarded tone.
The old cop nodded and bid me to wait a moment. Then I was taken to an interrogation room. Jamie was in there being questioned by a female cop. Officer Brady was a tall athletic woman with red hair tied neatly in a ponytail. After a brief chit chat with her, I was allowed some alone time with my “client.” Jamie sat with both hands cuffed in front of him. He still had two purple eyes which meant he hadn’t used his powers yet, thank God.
“How’d you get yourself into this mess?” I said, opening up my briefcase.
“There was a girl. I tried to claim her, but she must have given me a fake name. The spell didn’t work,” Jamie said.
I nodded. “Where is the girl now?” I said.
“She just left,” Jamie said, nodding at the door.
“The redhead cop? That was bold, even for you,” I said, looking at the closed door.
“I thought she was a whore. She looked good in a pink dress at the casino,” Jamie said.
“Well, that makes things easier,” I said, breathing out a sigh of relief.
“Why?” Jamie said.
“Just figure out her real name and finish what you started,” I said.
“But she’s a cop!” Jamie said, frowning.
“So? She was good enough for you when she was just a random floozy in a pink dress,” I said.
“Can’t you just pull some of that lawyer magic,” Jamie said, waving his arm for emphasis.
“I think you overestimate my abilities. They have you pretty much dead to rights. Also, it’s your mess, so can’t you do the heavy lifting for a change?” I said.
“Dude!” Jamie said, like I was being unreasonable.
“We have orders to obey, Jamie. You were told to not get caught. To not bring suspicion down on the Harem. You failed Mistress Olivia,” I said, scornfully.
“Dude…” Jamie said, like I just hit him with one of the gravest insults.
“Jamie, think it through man. Mistress Olivia probably has her own Master to serve, who in turn has a Mistress. Somewhere at the top of the pyramid is a very scary person. My free legal advice to you is to do whatever it takes to not be on their shitlist. Honestly, the police are the least of your troubles right now,” I said.
Jamie sat in silence for a moment thinking that one over. Then he nodded in agreement as the truth of the matter was made clear to him. I laid out a basic escape plan to which Jamie had little choice but accept. Once I had him on board, I went to summon Officer Brady.
“Sorry, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Eric,” I said, offering my hand.
“Thanks Eric, is your client ready to sign confession papers yet?” Officer Brady said.
“Well, I still have some questions about the legality of the arrest. Was this all documented in a formal sting operation?” I said, smiling pleasantly.
“You know it was, Eric. What are you up to?” A female voice said.
I turned to see an ebony beauty in a DD uniform. She was tall and had lovely mocha skin with large breasts. She was exactly the sort of senior detective I was hoping to run into.
“Helen, it’s good to see you again,” I said, like we just ran into each other at a BBQ.
“You know this guy, captain?” Officer Brady said, giving me a dubious look.
“Oh sure, me and Eric go way back. Best get used to seeing his weasel face around here if you’re gonna take down rich bastards in this city,” Helen said, ing her appareht partner some coffee.
“Lovely,” Officer Brady said, sipping from her coffee without taking her eyes off me.
“I assume then, Helen, that you were on the secret camera my client didn’t know he was being filmed by when he was speaking to this junior officer,” I said.
“Damn right, Eric, Diana did everything by the book and I have it on video,” Helen said.
“I thought as much, but I have to ask. Right, then I’m pretty sure my client will happily sign the confession papers once I have reviewed a copy of the tape and he speaks to someone with a bit more seniority,” I said, with all the chutzpa I had.
Officer Brady looked like she wanted to claw my eyes out. This was probably one of her first big take downs, and no doubt wanted to be the one that got the confession out of the fabulously wealthy Jamie Presley Fontaine. Unfortunately for her, the more experienced captain put a calming hand on her shoulder.
“It’s alright Sarah, I’ll get that rich boy to sign, and then we can all go home,” Helen said.
I followed the black woman back into the interrogation room. Jamie was sitting there, his eyes darting back and forth between us trying to assess the situation. He gave Helen’s body a once over and gave me a look that suggested she met his standards. Not that he was in any position to be picky, the idiot.
“Jamie, this Helen Grant James. I’ve been friends with her for some time,” I said.
“I wouldn’t go that far. I’m here to explain to you Mr. Fontaine just how screwed you are so you’ll do the right thing and take the plea deal,” Helen said.
Jamie looked at her and then at me. I nodded very enthusiastically that he should just do the thing we talked about doing. His gaze returned to the black woman sitting across from him.
“Helen Grant James, you are my slave,” Jamie said, his eyes pulsing briefly with eldritch power.
“What the hell…is your bidding, my Lord and Master?” Helen said.
I whistled. It was like she fell madly in love with Jamie before she even understood what was happening. Jamie gave her a few test commands to confirm his control; show us your tits, play with your pussy, and it that you’re a black slut desperate for white cock.
You know, the usual.
“Now Helen, my client here is in a bit of trouble, and we need to make that go away.” I said, affectionately caressing one of her tits.
“I will do whatever he wants. Command me, Master!” Helen said, looking at Jamie in awe.
“Do what my lawyer says,” Jamie said, eye fucking his new slave.
“The other cop, Sarah Brady, right? Master was going to turn her into his sex slave before you interfered,” I said.
“Forgive me, Sirs, I didn’t know!” Helen said, bowing her head.
“I think we should bring her in here and let Master finish claiming her, don’t you?” I said.
“Yes, Master must finish claiming her. I will obey,” Helen said, closing her top back up.
Helen left and came back with Officer Sarah Brady. We forgot to get her middle name and Jamie flinched when Sarah wanted to give him another ass kicking. Helen and I grabbed each of her arms and kept her from following through.
“Come on, buddy, two repetitions for two names, we talked about this,” I said.
“Helen, what the hell are you doing?” Sarah said, looking at her traitor colleague.
“Sarah Brady, you are my slave,” Jamie said, leaning about as far back as his metal chains would allow.
“That’s it! I’m gonna k- do whatever my Master wants!” Sarah said, smiling as happy thoughts filled her mind.
“That the spirit. Is there anyone else besides you two that know what your Master was arrested for?” I said, letting Sarah go.
“The chief maybe. I gave him a quick brief when he was brought in.” Helen said.
“Whatever, release me already!” Jamie said, lifting his bound hands.
“Yes, Master, your wish is my command,” Sarah said, nodding.
Sarah pulled a little key from her pocket and uncuffed her new Master. Jamie immediately stood up as the white and black cops moved to either side of him, ready to serve him. Jamie smiled as he saw their submissive eagerness to please him.
“Now , you’re not out of here yet, it’s going to be a long night,” I said.
“Yeah, thanks man, are you sure this is the only way?” Jamie said.
“I’m sure I’ll sleep a lot easier knowing the police won’t get in our way, like ever,” I said.
“What are you two talking about,” Sarah said, leaning into Jamie.
“Nothing, we were just about to fuck your brains out, weren’t we buddy?” I said.
“Yeah, you two lay down on the table and let us take turns with you,” Jamie said.
“Yes, Master!” Helen and Sarah said.
It was a pretty bold move, but I expected no less from Jamie. The two cop sluts pulled down their pants and bent over the edge of the cold metal table. They made quite the display of themselves putting their holes out there for our viewing pleasure. It was not unlike the display my wife gave me before all this shit started.
I took my cock out and positioned myself behind Helen. Jamie did the same to Sarah. He told them to kiss each other which they did. Then we both started drilling their cunts with our cocks. After a bit we traded places. After another little bit we traded again.
“Do you miss me, Helen?” I said, getting ready to take her a second time.
“Ohhh yes, Sir. Please fuck me with your gorgeous white cock!” Helen said.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Pushing myself into her black pussy.
“You see slut, isn’t being a literal whore so much better than just pretending to be one?” Jamie said, pounding Sarah’s asshole from behind.
“Yes, Master, use my holes! Let me be your good little whore!” Sarah said, taking it up the ass.
I looked down at my own cock gripped by Helen’s pussy lips. I put on a bunch of lubricant on it earlier today. It might still be good. Judging by Sarah’s face it wouldn’t much matter anyway.
“I’m fucking your asshole too,” I told Helen, matter of factly.
“Yes, you stick that white cock in any hole you want, baby!” Helen said.
Helen grunted as I switched holes mid stroke. I watched my cock disappear in her anus as her black booty gripped my cock nice and tight. I couldn’t hold back much longer and felt myself releasing my load into her rectum. When I pulled out, Helen just moaned like it was the best sex she had in years.
“Nice one, man. Now both of these cop sluts can swallow my load together!” Jamie said.
“Yes, Master!” Sarah and Helen said.
The two female cops did as instructed with no regard for their job or little things like duty and honor. They didn’t even care that they were in the middle of a police station where they worked. They just sat on their knees pressing their faces together as Jamie jerked off and eventually hosed them down with his spunk. They drank it all happily and kissed each other.
“Alright, now tell them the Harem rules,” I said, nodding at Jamie.
“Yeah, listen up, sluts. You need to each recruit two more slaves for us. The power that I used to claim you is yours now. Use it to turn the other cops here into my personal bodyguards. Ahhhh!” Jamie said.
Jamie clutched both sides of his head as a sudden migraine kicked in. I recognized the feeling of the strange power somehow backlashing against him. Maybe it was because he wasn’t repeating Mistress Olivia’s speech verbatim, or maybe the magic somehow senses his intention to interfere with Helen and Sarah’s choice of slaves. Time to get creative.
“I think what my slave brother is trying to say is that he needs to be protected from the law. Also, you can advance your own careers by taking your senior coworkers,” I said.
Helen and Sarah nodded, promising to shield their new Master from the law by any means necessary. Then the girls re-handcuffed Jamie and marched him to the front desk. The old man in the white moustache seemed annoyed that I had “gotten another scumbag off easy.” The two cop sluts nodded to us as they went back inside on a mission to turn the whole precinct into slaves just like them. The last thing I saw was them reporting to their chief’s office to explain why the suspect they just caught was being released. I almost wish I could watch it happen.
“Well, you’ll basically be running the police this time tomorrow,” I said.
“Yeah, I guess I will, won’t I? I wonder how much money it would cost me to get a meeting with the mayor?” Jamie said, a cocky smirk returning to his face.
I nodded. For as close as he came to ruining everything, he was going to end up with several powerful people at his beck and call. I had no doubt that the mayor would come running if Jamie donated enough money to her campaign. The old man being enthralled right now would probably be happy to secure his own career and pick up a Latina piece of ass at the same time. Hell, if I was him, I’d take both her and her biggest competition without anyone telling me to do it.
Controlling my law firm almost seemed like small potatoes compared to what Jamie had going on now. That got me wondering. Just how large was the Harem anyway? How long before the entire city was claimed? Does it end here or does it keep going? Was Diamond City the first city to be taken or the last? Could I ask any of these questions without pissing Mistress Olivia off?
“Well, I better get going. Isabel will be waiting for me,” I said.
“Oh nice, did you claim her?” Jamie said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I was going to fuck her ass tonight,” I said.
“Cool, you wanna DP that slave?” Jamie said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“She’s my wife, dude!” I said, making a funny face.
“I let you fuck my slaves though,” Jamie said.
“You needed my help, dumbass,” I said, shaking my head.
“It’ll be fun,” Jamie said.
“Hard ,” I said.
“It’ll be good slut training for Isabel,” Jamie said, nodding his head.
“Absolutely not!” I said, making a sweeping motion with my hands.
“She’d make a lot of money,” Jamie said.
“No fucking way!” I said, crossing my arms.
Ninety minutes later, Isabel was on her hands and knees getting fucked at both ends. She bobbed her head back and forth on Jamie’s cock, gagging and slobbering all over that thang. I was behind, pumping her asshole with my cock.
“That’s a good little whore, you fucking love this, don’t you, slut?!” I said.
“Yes, Master! Two cocks is so much better than one!” Isabel said.
“God, what a hot MILF bimbo!” Jamie said, reaching down to fondle her boobs.
“Thank you, Sir. I live to serve. I serve to live,” Isabel said, before deepthroating his rod.
I grunted in primal satisfaction as I pushed my cock as deep into her butthole as it would go. I felt myself unleash my load of cum into her rectum. That set Isabel off and her pussy juicy ruined our carpet. Finally, Jamie groaned as he grabbed a fistful of her hair. When our cocks withdrew from Isabel, she was breathing hard as jizz leaked out of multiple holes.
I suddenly ed that Mistress Olivia gave me a command earlier tonight. I reached for my phone and turned on the camera. I made sure to get a good angle to capture the look of my slave wife all used up like a wanton cum dumpster.
“Smile honey!” I said, getting my camera ready.
Isabel looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled with a face covered in my buddy’s jizz. I grunted one last time as I filled her rectum up with cum. I pulled my cock out to see the white goo frothing at her anus. Her butthole made some strange noises as she pulled her cheeks apart to show off her anal cream pie.
I snapped some pictures and sent them to Mistress Olivia as ordered.