My Awakening

 

Part 1;

 

The day was like any other day. I got out of bed somewhere around 3 PM, but only because I set my alarm. I took a quick shower and forgot to shave. I played around on my computer for a while, then I was off to work. I'm only 23 and I own my mother's old corner store, after she sold it to me for basically nothing as she expanded her other businesses. Anyway, it was a Saturday night, which is a corner store's best night. That meant I could have two people working (I almost always have only one person at a time). I was working with a girl named Susan. I have three employees, including myself. I used to have two guys, but I caught them stealing and had to boot them. Two girls fresh out of high school (and both a month or so past 18) applied, and I won't lie about being somewhat lecherous. I had to hire them. They were both cute little blonds, one with wavy hair and one with straight. They were very similar, and customers often confused them for sisters. I've noticed one other note-worthy difference, though. One is more curvy, with a nice C rack and hips to kill over. The other one was pretty, sure, but skinnier, with maybe B cups. It's the latter who is Susan.

I got there and found that the store was empty, aside Susan who was mopping up some beer that someone dropped. We each exchanged hellos as I sat at the stool behind the counter to wait. The beer spill was at the end of the aisle the counter faces, and I couldn't help but admire Susan and her attire. I have no dress code at all, for customers or employees. So long as people don't wear anything that could get them in trouble with the law, I don't really care. I was, then, very glad for that. Susan was wearing a small white undershirt with no visible bra straps, though I was pretty sure she was wearing one of those ones without straps on top. The shirt she was wearing above that was a light blue, and it was cut short in the front. Her belly was visible for a good four or five inches between her shirt and skirt. Her skirt went to half-way down her thighs. It's wasn't particularly short, no, but it was some light blue color, made of a soft, nearly translucent, material, and it got pretty tight at the top of her legs. As she mopped, her little rump wiggled back and forth and I couldn't quite get myself look down to note her shoes, yet.

As I heard the bell above the door ring as someone came in, I made the quick glance and noticed her shoes were white and light blue tennis shoes. I've never seen her wear the same pair twice, and I always joked about how she spends the entirety of her checks on shoes. I look to the people who just entered as the door began to close, and notice it was the trio of girls I like to call, simply, "The Trio". There was a tall one, a blond one, and a brunette. The tall one wasn't very tall, really, only when compared to the other two. She was an inch or two shorter than I am (I'm 5'11"). She was blond, too, which is why I think of her as the tall one instead of by her hair color. I think they're in college, but they might be high school seniors. I don't really care, they're hot and they're regulars. Anyway, the first thing they do is greet me and Susan, and start looking around for whatever they're here for. They were wearing summer clothes just like everyone else, and I enjoyed glancing at them when I did. The problem I had here is not letting them catch me when I switched back to watching Susan's ass, in addition to not letting them see me glance at their private bits, while not letting Susan catch me when I did either, as well.

Susan stopped mopping and took the mop and it's bucket into the back room. The Trio came up to the counter and started making small talk/flirting. The Trio always flirted with me, and I always flirted back. I'd give them slight discounts every once in a while, and never ask to see their ID. They got all wrung up and I wished them a good day, in addition to mentioning that I hoped to see them again soon. The blond said they'd be back before they went to a party later that night. I said I'd see them then, they smiled at me and left.

Susan got behind the counter and said something about containing my drool. I countered, saying they're not my type anyway. I was surprised when Susan asked, still in a good-natured but also in a more serious way, what my type was. I told her I'm bossy, and only tough chicks could handle me. She rolled her eyes and called me a pig. I agreed, and the night rolled on with fewer customers than I hoped for.

hen the night began to get interesting. Susan was in that same aisle, rearranging the bottles that had been moved out of place by customers. I was pretty bored and nobody was in the store so I was watching Susan's ass again, wondering what kind of trouble a guy could really get into from having a sexual harassment suit filled against him. I had already figured out Susan was wearing a thong, and I was kinda hoping that I'd get a better view. Right then, Susan pulled down her skirt to the floor with one hand, and went right back to reorganizing the bottom shelf. Susan was standing there, mooning me practically, working on the bottom shelf! I thought she had caught me, and was having some kind of fun with me, but I was sure enjoying whatever fun it was!

She did a jump and turned around a second or two later while pulling up her skirt, and I was pretty sure I got caught staring at her ass. I was also pretty sure I had a good reason to be. It's not every day a girl up and drops trow like that. I'd have looked even if it was an ugly, old fatty (but I wouldn't have enjoyed it, then). Her face was bright red and she covered her mouth with one hand while keeping one on her skirt. She said, "Oh my god! I don't know how my skirt fell down like that! I'm sorry!". She just got more embarrassed when I started laughing. She excused herself to the bathroom and walked quite quickly. I had a customer while she was in there, but he was just a fast beer purchase.

I was chuckling when she got back behind the counter. She apologized again and sat down on the other stool, mindfully keeping her legs together and her hand holding the side of her skirt.

"What was that all about?", I asked after a moment.

Her cheeks were still red as she stammered out, "I don't know, my skirt just... fell down", she finished with her eyes finally back on my own.

I gave her a side look, "What are you talking about? I watched you pull your own skirt down to the floor. What are you up to?", I put my hand under my chin, watching thoughtfully as she replied.

"I did not! Something snagged my skirt and it fell down! It was the most embarrassing thing in the world! And you saw it!" She turned her eyes away from me again at that last sentence, but she looked back after a short moment.

"I'm going to go get the security camera, right now, and pause it on the frames you pulled your skirt down. You won't be able to argue then!", I got up to go to the back room, but she just sat there looking at where I had just been. I half way sat back down, and her eyes remained fixed. In fact, so did the rest of her. "Susan?" She didn't reply. She just stayed in that position. She was frozen in place. Out of confusion, I guess, I looked around. Out the windows, I could see that the cars were all stopped in the street. I did a double take, and the cars were still there, instead of moving like they were supposed to be. I almost freaked out, and then the cars began moving. I watched them for a second or two.

"What?!", Susan got up and looked out the window, then at me.

"I'm sorry... I'll be right back.", I went to the back room. I stood for a minute watching the security monitor, trying to make sense of what just happened. Susan was mostly shuffling about, looking for things to clean or refill. I distracted myself by wondering why she pulled her skirt down. After a while trying to think of reasons she would do that, I looked back to the monitor, and I'll admit I was hoping to see her do it again. I have three aisles in my store, and the windows were all on one side. The counter was in the center of the wall facing the aisles, but I had four cameras. One down each aisle, and one on the counter. She was in the aisle furthest from the windows, organizing one of the shelves in the cooler along that wall, where the milk is kept. I was still hoping she'd pull down her skirt. She did it again! As I watched, she bent over to pull her skirt down, and went right back to organizing the cooler!

That's when it hit me. I was thinking about seeing her thong better the first time, I was thinking about her doing the same thing again this time, and I was thinking about pausing a video tape when time seemed to freeze in place. I considered what that may mean for a while. Was I becoming a super-hero, like in comic books and movies? Was this sheer coincidence? By the time I was done imagining the possible causes for whatever it was that was happening, she was about four cooler doors closer to the camera, nearly to the edge of the aisles' shelves that were blocking the view of her from the windows. I decided to test some things out. I imagined her noticing her skirt where it lay about eight feet from her. In the monitor, she glanced over there and jumped as though out of surprise. She rushed over there and grabbed it up, and began putting it back on. I imagined her stopping, leaving it there while she finished what she was doing. She did pause, but continued putting them back on. After about five minutes of playing around with my newfound (and wonderful) power, I figured out I could get her to do something by imagining that she'll do it, but she'll correct it if she notices it afterwards (and it's something abnormal enough that she would fix it). I tested mostly with her skirt, and also by getting her to bend over, or pick something up, or set something down.

I wanted to play a bit after this wonderful discovery, of course. I had her, using my power, come to the back of the store. When she got to where I was, I acted angry and demanded to know what she was just doing. She got a very red face and her hands were wrenching themselves at her front. She glanced down from me, and softly said "I.... I don't know. I was just... my skirt kept coming off, and I was dropping things, and...", her voice rose and she looked up at me, Please don't fire me! I don't know what's happen..." I imagined her stripping while she was saying this. She kept going on like that and kicked her shoes off. She continued stripping, pulling down her skirt and taking off both shirts. They were laying on the floor at her feet when I felt a slight breeze and she stopped, pausing for a second before looking down to see her body clad only in her underwear. "OH MY GO...". I imagined time stopping, and it did. Excellent!

She was standing in an odd position. Her arms had begun to move down to grab up her clothes, and her knees and waist were both bent as though she was about to pick them up. Her head was down, her eyes wide and pointing at her clothes. Her mouth was open wide in the "OD!" she was just yelling, and her hair was in a pony-tail swishing to one side with her movement. I couldn't pass this up, in case I lost this power. I inspected her bra. It was, in fact, the strapless kind, and a B cup. I felt her breasts from behind. They were firm, but that was hard to tell since they just kind of molded to the shape of my hands. I looked down at her thong. It was some generic, white thong. Her ass was nice and firm. She looked toned, like a swimmer. I fondled her ass a bit, and it molded to my hands' shape as well. It was still fun! Then I wondered what she would think when I started time back up and felt hands, for an instant, on her tits and ass.

I suddenly knew I could tell her anything while time was frozen, and she'd believe it, and act in all ways as though it were true. I could also tell her things to do, and she would do them. It's like a hypnotic suggestion, except not so much a suggestion as a command that she could not ignore. So, I commanded her to ignore that she felt hands on her tits and ass just then. I also told her that she should not try to cover herself up or move her feet from where they were. I told her not to freak out about anything; not to act surprised or to show any similar emotion, but to otherwise act normally. I then took her clothes, tossed them in the bathroom, and shut the door so she could not see them any more. Right before I was about to start time, I had a sudden fancy. I spread her legs until her feet were five feet apart and told her to keep her hands behind her back, holding their opposite arm's elbow. I started time again.

"Od." She paused, and stood up straight, hands to her back and holding the other elbow. "where did my clothes go? What happened? Why are my arms stuck behind my back? Why can't I move my feet?" She began moving around, trying to get her feet and arms free. She stopped after a couple seconds and looked up at me staring at her, "Huh. They're stuck. Why are you looking at me like that? I'm very embarrassed. Why am I doing this? What's happening? Why aren't you helping? This must be a dream."

She went on like that for a couple minutes, when I heard the bell. I walked around her and to the front. It was some kid who looked like he had just gotten his license. He drove himself here I could see, and he did it in his parent's beemer. I've seen him here a couple times with his parents before, and he's a total brat. I decided to take the little twirp for what he's worth. Besides, what was happening was amazing, and I kinda wanted to show it off, if only a bit. He got a pop and a candy bar, and payed with a fifty. Awesome. I asked him if he'd hand over the whole bill, no change back, if I let him play with a real, live girl. He could touch any part of her he wanted, and he'd have five whole minutes to do it in.

He looked at me like I was insane, but said "Re... really? Are you tricking me? What are you..." I stopped time. I went to the back, and Susan was looking down at herself curiously, and she had a tear stuck in place where it was rolling down from her eye. I told her that she would not be sad or angry or cry over anything that would happened in the back room for the next ten minutes. I continued, she would walk to the door to the front, open it all the way, standing in the door way, she would look at the kid in front of the counter and say, 'Yeah, I want him to touch me.', and walk back to this same spot she was already in, where she would act exactly as she just was. She would not attempt to move out of reach of anything anyone tried to do to her, and she would not make any noises with her mouth or open it in any way for the same ten minutes as she would not be angry or sad. I went back to where I was behind the counter talking to the boy, trying to get exactly how I was when I froze time. I started time, "talking about? What girl? Are you for real? What if..." I heard the door open, and the kid's eyes grew wide at something behind me.

"Yeah, I want him to touch me." I heard Susan say, and I turned around to watch her walk her firm ass around a corner. I turned back to the boy, who stood there staring into the back room.

"... Yeah, keep the change! I can touch her anywhere I want for five minutes?!"

I scooped all the change into my own pocket and said, "Yep, that's right, kid. Come on." and I got up and  walked into the back room. The kid was right behind me the whole way. As I rounded the corner I saw her profile by the surveillance equipment in the same position as when I left. Her head was turned, watching us approach. She seemed curious. I sat on the stool by the monitors and told the kid, "Don't start, yet, I need to find my timer.". As I looked through the drawers, The kid circled her, looking at her juicy bits in addition to her face. He acted as though he was about to do something wrong, like his friend had just talked him into egging a sherif's house, or something of the sort. She was watching him, still looking curious. I turned around and set the kitchen timer I just found for five minutes, "I found it. Kid, touch her anywhere you like, but she will not answer any of your questions. Start"

As soon as I set the timer down, the kid began touching her breasts. He moved his hands over them, but I wouldn't call it fondling. He had no idea what he was doing. He looked at me and asked, "Can I pull down her bra?".

I answered, "You can pull anything down, you may touch her in any way you wish. You could even kiss her, if you want, though I doubt she'll kiss you back."

At that, Susan looked up at me quizzically. The boy pulled her bra down to expose her pert bags, and she started paying attention to him again. He played with her tits for a bit again, and then glanced at me, and slowly stood up, and began kissing her. He kept his right hand on her right breast, but moved his left hand down to her ass, and began rubbing it. I was right in that she was not kissing him back. She was still the same person, she was simply incapable of getting angry, sad, or surprised right now. Anybody would take offense at a strange little boy fondling them while being incapable of stopping them from doing it.

He stopped kissing her and moved around behind her to play with her butt for a bit, and he moved a hand around once in a while to grab one of her breasts. She swung her head around while she watched him. I warned him that he only had two minutes left, and that I recommend moving the part of her thong that's covering her pussy to one side, so that he can get all the time in playing with that he could. He came around to the front and got on his knees to lean closer, and he did just that. She was completely shaved. He seemed amazed by the sight of it at first. He moved some parts around and prodded it curiously. He asked me what certain parts were, and I answered. He started fingering her with his index finger, and she got a look of pain on her face. He stopped and looked at me questioningly. I told him him that, "Yes, it does hurt her, but," I lied, "she will simply tell me a code word when she wants it to stop. Without that code word, she must want you to keep going.". He began again, and worked slowly, seeing her pain filled eyes. She began to relax and get a mostly curious looking face again, though there was still obviously a bit of pain. He was grabbing her ass with the hand not working her pussy. He seemed mesmerized by what he was doing. He would look up at her face, and then finger her more slowly. He would, of course, speed back up after a while, and slow back down when he saw the pain in her eyes. He was just getting worked up and going quickly ...

"BUZZZZZZZ!", said the timer. The kid jumped back, bring with him his hands from her body, and looked at me.

"This is amazing, I don't want to stop!"

"Too bad. If you come back some other time with money, maybe I'd let you do it again."

He was excited the whole way to the door, and he had a goofy grin on his face too. I bet he's going to tell all of his friends about this, and they'll want to do it, too. I might have even considered it too, but right then I didn't plan on allowing that again. I stopped time and told him to tell no one about it, unless that person was also here in this very store and I was working. I still didn't know if or when I'd lose this power. I walked to the back room, and Susan was staring at me with that same curious look that was beginning to seem kind of eerie. I stood in front of her and played with her nipples. I was staring her in the eye. I squeezed her nipples, and she shut her eyes and screwed up her face. It obviously hurt a lot worse than what that boy did. I brought my left hand down to her crotch, and began massaging her clit. It reacted, but she still wouldn't get into it. I squeezed a nipple every once in a while, and when I thought time was about to run out on my ten minute commands, I stopped time again. I told her that she would enjoy my attentions and she would not raise her voice above normal once she could speak again, unless she was having an orgasm. I told her that she will orgasm, and when she does she would be free to move again, and she would realize that she would always enjoy any time I pay any such attention to her, even when it hurt. I told her she would never take any measure against anything I do to her, regardless where we were or who was around. Any time I told her to do anything, she would do it to the best of her ability without hesitation or question, even if it means stopping doing something else, regardless what that thing may be. She would remember everything that occurred here in this last fifteen minutes or so, and she would remember her humiliation, but she would think of that humiliation, or any other humiliation, as a reminder of her servitude to me, which she will cherish more than anything. I added at the end that she would never wear underwear again, except bras, and would wear a skirt whenever the weather was such that she would not be uncomfortable in it. I started time again.

She had the same look at the beginning, but then her features softened, and I saw some color come to her face. Very suddenly, her features changed to appear angry, and she began shakily saying, "Stop it! You shouldn't be doing this! This is like rape!", She began crying, but her mound was rubbing against my hand as though she was desperate to orgasm. She continued, "Why would you do this? What is this? It shouldn't be like this. I hate this. Why can't I stop this? Why can't I move away?! How does it feel.... NO! It can't! I can't. This is a horrible nightmAREEOOOOHHHHH! AAHH! OH GOD! YES!".

She fell onto me, her arms around me. She stayed there like that for almost a whole second, but then stood away from me and immediately sat down on the floor (or, actually, warily flopped down) and pulled off her underwear. She got back up and started hugging me again. I reached over to the bathroom door and opened it. "Clean up, get dressed, and meet me behind the counter.", I told her, and headed back to the storefront. I saw her put her bra back up onto her breasts and step into the bathroom as I rounded the corner. When I got out of the back there was a 24 pack of beer on the counter and some wide bellied businessman on the other side of it with a big grin on his face. I recognized him as a regular.

"Will that be all?" I asked him?

"For me, sure. Is that one of those two cuties who work here who just had such a great ride back there?"

"Yep", I took his money and rung it up, he had exact change, "The skinny one. She wanted it bad bad. Have a good day."

"I'll try, but you've one-upped me", He nodded at me, took his beer, and left.

Susan came out of the back and sat on the other stool, facing me.

"Susan, are you wearing underwear?"

She waved her hands in front of her as though the idea was ridiculous and answered, "No, sir!".

"Show me."

Susan glanced around nervously, but even as she did that she hiked her skirt up to just under her pubic area and lifted for a moment, showing me her bare mound. She began to pull her skirt back down, but I motioned for her to stop.

"No, up to your waist.", I commanded. She continued looking around nervously, obviously hoping nobody would see except myself and her, and pulled her skirt up so it looked more like a belt than a skirt. "Stand up and spread your legs", and she did, holding her skirt like that.

"Do you like it, sir?"

"Your bitch cunt has gotten me hot." I told her. She seemed to slightly flinch when I called her mound a 'bitch cunt', but she immediately smiled after the rest of the sentence. I stood up and motioned for her to get in the space under the counter while I unzipped my pants and pulled out my mostly erect, seven inch dick. "You're going to suck me off and swallow every last drop. You will remain under there until I tell you otherwise, and you will suck my dick every time you see it starting to get erect."

She got under, and I sat down. As she began, I could tell she was unpracticed. I sat for a couple minutes, and it became more obvious. When I felt teeth, I stopped time. I gave her instructions on how to deep-throat, use her tongue, the whole nine yards. I also told her to masturbate every time she sucked my dick unless unable to or I tell her not to, and that she would have a very powerful orgasm every time I came down her throat. I started time again, and she improved immediately. Sure, she still wasn't great at it, but I was going to be sure to get her to the point she was. I began hearing some wet sloshing as I got closer. She may not be that great at it, but I had gotten damned horny with all the foreplay. Before I came, I scooted out a bit from the counter, so I could watch her work on both of us. I moved her legs a bit to watch her better. She was perched precariously, but she could still work both of us. When I came she deep-throated me and stayed there, while she orgasmed she rubbed herself furiously and screamed into my draining cock. Her legs were wobbling, but she stayed there until I was completely drained. She fell back and lay under the counter for a moment with her hands on her pussy, panting and licking her lips. After half a minute, she sat up and leaned against the inside of the counter, facing me. Her legs were spread with each foot to the side of her ass, her arms wrapped around each leg to keep them there, spreading her pussy lewdly. She smiled at me shyly, and put a finger to the side of her mouth, half teasingly and half to cover her blush.

"That was a good job." I told her, and she seemed a little embarrassed but proud, her pussy dripping juices onto the floor under the counter.

"Sir... I..." She got redder and paused.

"I order you to finish that sentence."

"I love you, sir." She blushed deeply and turned her face downward, but smiled brightly.

I answered, "You are my property. Loving me is the least you could do." I hoped these powers would stick around. Life would get exponentially better if they did.

My Awakening

 

Part 2

 

While Susan was under the counter, I decided to open up a new register for her. I grabbed the change box from next to her and counted out the starting till. I was interrupted a couple times by customers, but nothing important happened. Susan and I made small talk, and eventually she got around to asking what happened to her. She said she had always considered me attractive, but what had happened earlier confused her. I finished with the second register and scooted back to look at her while we talked. She was still sitting with her feet to her sides, holding her legs with her arms, and her skirt pulled up to her waist like a belt. Of course she didn't put any underwear on. She's never going to wear underwear again, assuming I keep this power or the commands I gave her stay if the power does disappear, and she didn't even get out from under the counter to get any. She continued, saying that she was really embarrassed when that boy was fondling her, and she's very confused why she didn't do anything to stop it. Then, when I was masturbating her and she hated it but couldn’t stop it. She was glad it happened, of course, but she didn't understand what happened to her, why she acted the ways she did.

She was no longer embarrassed about having her pussy exposed to me, as it had been a while. In fact, she liked when I looked at it, I could tell. Watching her sit like that and her reminding me of what just happened started to get me hard. I willed her to see that I was getting aroused. She glanced at my crotch, and stopped mid sentence to unzip me and pull out my dick, which she immediately started sucking. She got balanced on her feet with her legs spread so that I could watch her finger herself and rub her clit. I scooted in a bit when I saw a car pull up and a couple college boys get out. They came into the store, and the bell dinged. Susan didn't even slow down. She didn't move in response to the bell at all, just kept working my dick and her pussy. The college kids each grabbed a bottle of booze and came up to the counter. They asked me if I was alright.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Well, you're sweating and breathing kinda hard."

"Oh, don't think anything of... it.... Ugh! Oh! Ahhhhhh!...Um...", At the same time I said 'Ugh', Susan began screaming into my cock with her orgasm, which lasted about twenty seconds. She was deep throating my dick the whole time, and she drank all of my cum. I stopped time. This was kind of awkward, but I decided to have some fun with it. I said to the two young men, "When you leave here, you will remember only that you came in here and bought your liquor, nothing peculiar happening."

I scooted back and looked down at Susan, with her mouth still open to take my cock. Her eyes were closed in extacy and she had two fingers in her snatch, her thumb on her clit. I pulled up her shirt to expose her breasts and told her to keep her clothes as they currently are as best she can, unless told otherwise by me. I also told her that she was unable to speak, or to make any noise with her mouth except moans of pleasure, and I told her she could not get angry or cry about this until the two boys left. I scooted back into place, with my dick in her mouth, and started time again. The young men just looked at me for a moment and started chuckling softly. One of them said, "Haha, yeah, you're more than fine, huh?!"

I scooted back, put myself away and zipped up. I glanced down at Susan who was holding her shirt and skirt up. She was bright red and looking at me in what I could only assume was a pleading manner. One boy made a joke, and the other congratulated me. I told Susan to get up and sit on her stool. She did, and she tried to cover her breasts with the arm holding her shirt, and moved the elbow holding her skirt in front of her mound. Her legs were clenched shut, but she did not put down her shirts or skirt. The boys got quiet and stared, apparently not sure what to say. They hadn't expected this, and I didn't think they would.

"Arms to the side, Susan! Let them see what you have.", I commanded her. She looked at me pleadingly, but moved her arms out of the way. Her face was still as red as it was under the table. She wouldn't take her eyes off of me. "Look at the nice boys, cunt.. And spread your legs so they get a good view of your snatch, too."

Not only did she spread her legs, but she scooted forward and leaned back so that her pussy was pointed at them more directly, and spread her legs as far as it looked like they could go.

"Wow", said one of the boys, "She just does whatever you say?"

"Yep, no matter what."

"Seriously?", the boy seemed slightly embarrassed, and his friend was letting him do all the talking.

"Yeah, anything I say. Is there anything you want her to do?"

"Well... yeah, could you.... have her... you know, play with herself?"

"Bitch, play with yourself.", and Susan, watching the two boys, began to finger herself with two fingers and rub her clit with her thumb, using the hand that was holding her skirt. It's not going anywhere with her like this. The problem was she looked like she was doing it only because I told her to, which I realized was, in fact, the case. I added, "You'd better orgasm within two minutes, too, after which you may stop playing with yourself."

At first, she simply made a face that was full of worry. Then, though the worry remained, she began rocking slightly to rub her mound against her working hand and began softly moaning. Soon, she began moving her mouth to form well defined "Oooh"s and "Aahh"s. She began rocking and fingering herself harder. She never took her eyes off of the boys. Her head was down, as if trying to pull her eyes away from them, or to hide a small amount of her shame. I didn't care, this was classic. The big O hit. It lasted for around fifteen seconds and she immediately moved her hand back to her skirt when it ended, giving the boys a great view of her swollen, red pussy. She was frowning and worried, but still holding her position and looking at the boys.

I paused time then, to tell the boys not to say anything or to move to stop anything from happening until they left, not to be so bashful, and started it back up again. "Stand up on the counter and turn around towards me with your ass to them, but keep looking them each in the eye.", and she did just that, though I had to help her onto the counter. She kept her torso twisted, slightly, so she could keep looking at the boys. I told her to spread her feet three feet and equidistant from one of the boys' bottles of booze. This bottle had about a five inch neck and a plastic safety lid. Bitch, slowly, over the span of, say, thirty seconds, wave your ass back and forth as you move downward to put the bottle in your pussy. Make a show of it. Try to turn those two on. You may let go of your clothes while you do this, and you must spread your ass cheeks, to give them a good view of what you have, until you put the bottle in your cunt".

She did exactly as I said. While she did this, I walked to the other side of the counter to watch her face. She made a circle with her waste as she went down, slowly, and kept her ass-cheeks apart to show off her brown-eye and pussy. She was frowning and worried still, but I really didn't expect that to change. When she got low enough, she placed on hand on the counter, for balance, and the other one held the bottle where it was. She didn't even pause before, at the same pace at which she danced down, she slid her pussy down onto the five inches of the bottle neck. I watched her face as she did it, and she bared her teeth in pain. It took a few seconds for the pain to mostly leave her face, though some stayed.

"Lean down as far as you can and arch your back. Fuck the bottle, but slowly, to reduce any damage your pussy might endure. Angle the bottle if you need to. Do nothing else."

She began to slide up the length of the bottle neck, and the pain came back to her face. It took her a good three seconds to get up to near the top before sliding back down. Three seconds each way. I paused time. I don't know if these boys are sadists, but chances are they aren't. I told her to act like there was no pain at all, to act neutral, as though she didn't care about fucking the bottle one way or the other, but only to act. I started time, and the pain faded from her face. She just kept fucking the bottle. Up... down... up... down... up... down.

I saw someone else pull up, and I went outside non-chalantly. I did the whole time-stop trick that I was now getting accustomed to and told the middle-aged lady that she wouldn't consciously realize that the girl on the counter or the two boys were there, but that she would also not interfere with what was going on in any way. I got back to where I was, started time again, and walked back inside. Susan's torso was at about a 20 degree angle, which is quite dexterous for what she was doing on the counter. One hand was holding the bottle at about a 35 degree angle while she fucked it, the other hand was holding most of the weight from her torso so that she didn't fall down, and her feet were still three feet apart. One of the boys was fondling her ass cheeks. The other boy saw me come in, and touched his friend on the shoulder. The boy immediately removed his hands from her ass, but I motioned that he could continue. I began to wonder why Susan would allow him to do that, but then I remembered the order to 'do nothing else', which would include stopping them from doing things to her.

I got behind the counter, and I watched for a couple minutes as Susan fucked the bottle neck and the one boy fondled her ass. The other boy seemed to get more comfortable and reached for one of her tits. It was hard for him to reach, but he did. He slid his hand up under her shirt to play with it. He played with her tit, lightly pinching her nipple once in a while, and the first boy reached under her and carefully started playing with her clit. I told them they could continue, but I also wrung them up for what they got. They silently payed, and went back to what they were doing. The middle-aged lady came up, walked around the boys, and set her food right next to Susan. The boys stopped what they were doing, looking back and forth between the lady and Susan, who was still going at it. The lady payed for her groceries and left, as though nothing odd was happening. The boys seemed confused for a moment, but then began playing with Susan again.

I walked around to watch, and I noticed the first boy was not only playing with her clit, but actually fingering her asshole with his other hand's middle finger, too. I though he was simply massaging her ass cheek before. He slowed down when I noticed, but I motioned for him to continue. He actually started fingering her asshole faster. Susan looked at him again. She looked like she was simply in the same embarrassment she had been, but there was also something else. As though trying to ask him to stop through her looks. I had thought it was kind of weird that these strangers would do this, but I had told them not to be bashful, so maybe that was it. Either way, I was enjoying the show.

"Get on your knees and lean back, but keep your legs spread. Use the hand holding the bottle to fuck your pussy with the bottle, since you won't be able to do that in your new position. Use your other hand to hold yourself up in this new position, and lean as far back as you can without falling. Kiss back anyone who kisses you"

The boys stopped what they were doing while she was rearranging herself, but once she settled down they began again. She was now moving the bottle in and out at least once every second. I supposed it didn't hurt as badly. her back was still arched. The boy fondling one tit could now reach both, and he took the hint and began to kiss her, which grew into sheer making out. The one fingering her ass stopped playing with her clit, and began to unzip. I stopped time, and told the boys to leave. I told Susan that she would stay in that position until I tell her she could move. She would finger herself due to the lack of the bottle which the boy would soon take.

The boys left with their bottles, one with pussy juice all over it, and Susan immediately began crying. She held her position and fingered herself, but she looked at me and asked between sobs, "Can I... please stop?.. My vagina... and butt... both hurt bad... Why... did you let them... do that?... Why did he... do it... to my butt? Ow... my vagina... hurts... please?!'

"Fine, you may stop, but get back under the counter until I tell you to get out and start working."

"Thank you!", she said as she stopped. She was still crying when she got down there and I sat back down, but then she noticed I was somewhat hard, and gave me head once again. She was crying most of the way through, but she stopped when we both orgasmed. She was stuffy and sniffly when she began talking again. She asked me about what happened to her again, but she also asked me why I let those boys be so mean to her. She asked a lot of questions, but that's what it boiled down to.

I looked down at her, and she was in the position with her feet on either side of her ass again. I told her, "You will never ask me for reasons ever again. That I pay attention to you and tell you to do things is more than enough, and you'd better do everything I say without questioning it from now and forever into the future."

"Yes, sir." She said. She actually appeared happier. Maybe because she (after her transformation) liked it when I was firm, or maybe because I was looking at her. Either way, her slight sobs disappeared.

She was down there for another couple hours, but then I told her to start working as we got busy. She seemed completely normal for most the rest of the night. Then, about half an hour before midnight, which is closing time, The Trio came in. I glanced at Susan, who seemed to get slightly worried. She turned back to her work when she saw me looking. I bet she thought I was going to have her do things with those three. She may have been right. The three looked around as they walked to the counter, and then began making small talk with me. We talked for about five minutes. I payed special attention to what they were wearing.

The brunette was wearing a black tube top, and it looked like there was no bra at all under it. I had always admired her tits. She had to have Ds, or maybe bigger, and yet they, along with the rest of her body, were still firm and healthy looking. Maybe they were fake. She was wearing some pretty tight khakis that didn't quite get to her ankles. She had sandals on. From what I could see, she was tan and firm, like she kept herself healthy with food, exercise, and lotion.

The blond had what I imagined to be C-cups, and she was hiding them beneath a fuzzy pink sweater that didn't have sleeves, but did have a turtle neck. I though it looked kind of funny, particularly in the heat, but I have no fashion sense. I couldn't quite tell, but I was pretty sure she was wearing a bra under it. She was wearing a white, khaki skirt that fluttered around as she walked and was short enough that I imagined the fluttering of the skirt might reveal her ass if she took a big enough step. Those skirts never do reveal anything, though. She had on high heeled sandal looking things. Maybe they were shoes, but I wouldn't call them that. Like the brunette, the blond was tan and firm. I'd have to say she's more shapely than the brunette, but the brunette's huge rack made up for that.

The tall one was wearing one of those dresses that can just be slid right into or out of. It had a floral design on a dark blue background and it's length was down to about four inches below her ass. I would be lying if I said I knew what flowers were in the design, but they were yellow. She had on the same kind of shoes as the blond. Her tits were the smallest of them, but they were still probably a large B or small C. I could see that she did, indeed, have a bra on, since the dress was thin enough to let me see the lines of it. I kept wondering if she would turn around and bend over far enough to let me see her underwear, or if it was possible to see it if she did. At that moment, she did exactly that. She turned around and bent down, touching the ground with one hand, then got back up and turned back around. When she bent over, I could make out the very bottom of her ass cheeks. She was either wearing a thong or no underwear at all. She was firm like the other two, but she was skinnier. She looked just slightly skinnier than Susan, but she was taller, so they were probably the same mass.

The tall one looked around at the other two and myself, and said, "Woah, I fell. Whoops.", then the conversation continued as it was. Haha, with my time stopping and mind control ability, I almost forgot about this one. I looked at the brunette, and imagined her pulling down her tube top to reveal her full breasts. Of course she did it, and her tits were amazing. She obviously didn't realize her tube top was down immediately, and neither of the other two were looking at her. After what was probably three seconds, she realized I was staring at her tits, and she realized her tube top was down. She turned around while pulling it up and in place and started laughing at herself, saying, "Oh my god! I'm so embarrassed!". She and the others laughed about it, and it was made light of. Apparently the blond told her that she shouldn't wear that top in the very case that it fell down and exposed her while she was dancing. The brunette agreed, after that.

I had to do it. I stopped time. I began with the brunette. I told her that she would do anything I told her to, and their were other variables. Variable one; When I gave her a command, she would not realize I gave her the command in any way. She would think I was acting perfectly normal. Variable two; If what she was doing due to these commands was uncomfortable or unusual in any way, she would not bother anyone else with it. She would not seek help in stopping what she was doing, she would not apologize for it or ask other people about it, nothing. She could, however, attempt to get out of the situation, though she would continue doing as I instructed. Variable three; If I said 'Simon says' at the beginning of a sentence containing a command for her, she would not realize she was doing what was commanded, even if it was pointed out to her. However, she would feel it and react physically to it in the same way she would if she were aware of it.

Then I turned to the tall one. I told her that her purpose in life is to make me happy, and that she would lose all meaning if she ever displeased me. If I even hinted that something would make me even a fraction happier she would do whatever she could to see that it happened. She would do the same with making sure I did not go unhappy. However, she would retain her personality and her attempts to make me happy or stop me from becoming less happy would not interfere in it, except, of course, as she learned what I do and do not like. I didn't expect much from her immediately.

The blond I couldn't immediately think of what to tell her to do. I was hit with inspiration right when I was about to simply not give her a command, yet. I told her she would fuck her pussy with phallusesque objects. Each object would seem like it was perfect when she first grabbed it, but she would grow bored of it and choose a new item about once every couple minutes, or if her current item was removed by some force besides her. This, of course, would be thought of as a completely normal part of life. It's so usual that it's not even worth bringing up in conversation. It is to, for all practical purposes, be completely ignored, except to be done. Also, every fifth item would be placed in her ass, even though she meant for it to go into her pussy. It would follow the same rules as though it did go into her pussy. No matter how uncomfortable any particular object was in either hole, she would fuck herself with it as hard as though doing so would make her orgasm very soon, and must be used for the whole couple minutes, until she 'grows bored' with it. She would put most of the items back where she found them, but sometimes simply drop them and continue about her business.

I added for all three that anything I did would not seem at all out of place, and will go completely ignored. That is, they would realize I was doing it, and they would feel that I was doing it, but they would think of what I was doing as perfectly acceptable, and wouldn't even mention it unless it was brought up by somebody else, though what I did might elicit surprise, reflexive, or otherwise unwilled responses (which would be ignored by their friends). When I was doing something to them, they would move such that I was better able to do it, though those movements wouldn't be thought out of place, either, even if it meant extreme alterations in positioning or current actions. I created an additional such rule effective for Susan. It was exactly like the one I gave myself, except that The Trio wouldn't even realize she was there, even if she talked, or began wounding them, or anything, and they'd ignore any interactions I exchanged with Susan. Though they would still feel what she was doing to them. Also, even if anyone was ignoring the conversation to any degree, they would still imagine that person was interacting in their usual idiom or imagine that the person was simply not involving themselves in the conversation just then. I also told them each that if any of their friends did anything even slightly unusual, or had anything slightly unusual happening to them, they would completely ignore it. It wouldn't even register to them, in any way, that it was happening, except to feel it if they were doing it to them. They would only notice things that were usual. Also, the girls would not notice the store was closed when I did close, and they would continue in their current conversation with me at the counter until I said otherwise. I decided it was a good day to close early, so I walked over to the open sign and turned it off (though the light would only stop once I started time), turned off the exterior lights, and locked the door.

I walked back to where I was before and started time again. Everybody was acting completely normal, and still joking about how the brunette's top fell down. They were all leaning on the counter talking to me like normal, after a minute or two went by. From left to right was the brunette, the blond, and the tall one. By then, the blond had picked up one of the ridiculously salty, individually wrapped pickles on the candy rack. Nobody bought those, but I thought they were funny enough in prospect to keep around. She reached down under her skirt with it, moved something (I assumed her underwear) to one side, and shoved the pickle, plastic wrapping and all, into her pussy. She began fucking her pussy with it at a steady rate, I'd guess a couple thrusts per second. She had a painful look on her face (the pickles were wide and the plastic had poky corners), but she kept fucking herself and talking through gritted teeth, and what she was doing was being ignored by everyone except Susan. Susan just then got behind the counter and gasped.

"Why's she doing that?! What are you doing?"

"They're going to act oddly tonight, because I want it that way. Stop asking such questions and go over to the tall one and remove her underwear. Move her legs apart and, once there's room, get down on the floor between her legs and eat her out. You may position her so that she's helping you get to her cunt." Susan got a worried and sad face, but began walking around the counter.

As she walked towards the tall one, she was looking at me saying, "I'm not a dyke or bi or anything!" She made it to the tall one and kneeled in front of her, lifting her dress. She moved the tall one's hands so that she was holding her dress up to her belly button, displaying everything below it. She was wearing a light pink thong, which Susan started pulling down to the ground. She had a landing strip which was red. Ha, this whole time she had been dying her hair. I could have called her the red-head. Oh well. Susan continued pleading while doing that, looking at the tall one's snatch, "Oh no. Please don't make me do this! This is disgusting. Why...", and she shoved her mouth into the tall one's snatch, and started licking.

"Susan, when the blond one drops something she was fucking herself with, you will pick it up and fuck yourself with it."

The blond put the pickle back where she found it, which was simply funny. She grabbed a candy bar and started fucking herself with it without pausing in her conversation. Still, though, I couldn't see her do it. I walked out from behind the counter, around Susan and the tall one who she was being forced to dyke out with, the tall one ignoring that it was even happening, and stood in front of the blond. She had turned to face me as I came around the counter, as did the brunette. She kept the conversation going. I grabbed the candy bar and moved it in and out of her. She let go of it. I pulled her skirt down with my free hand and it stopped at my elbow of the arm using the candy bar. She had a very small black thong, and it was to the right side of her mound. She was shaved bare, and I could see all of her snatch clearly. It was a bright red, as though she was very excited. Her legs were about two feet apart, to make room for what she was doing. I let go of the candy bar and let it and her skirt fall to the floor. She grabbed a package of starburst and started working herself with it, ignoring that her skirt was on the floor around her ankles. Susan pulled the front of her skirt up and folded it into it's own waist band and grabbed the candy bar that dropped to the floor to began fucking her own pussy with it.

I went back around the counter, those who could turn to follow where I was going were doing so. The tall one's legs were spread almost four feet apart, and Susan was working at her slit and clit with her tongue furiously. The tall one was still slightly leaning on the counter. I leaned over the counter and gave her ass a hard slap. She slightly jumped, winced, and said "Gah!" when my slap landed, but it was otherwise ignored. Susan lost her pace, but took it back up when she found the tall one's pussy again. My slap left a slightly pint hand print on her ass, though it looked like it would fade soon.

The blond switched to some other pseudo-dildo, but I wanted to begin on the brunette. "Simon says, pull down your tube top to expose your tits, and pinch your nipples hard." She did exactly that, and gasped. She didn't act as though she was doing anything to her tits, although she did have an open mouthed frown and her brows were down as though in some pain, yet she continued talking as though nothing was wrong. I'd then wager, in fact, that her tits were larger than D. Probably even triple Ds! It seemed like she got used to it after about half a minute, though she still had a slight frown after that.

I started watching the blond, now. I knew she was about to shove something into her ass "on accident" and fuck it just as she would her pussy. I wanted to see the reaction she would have that everyone except myself and maybe Susan would ignore. Susan would be too focused on that snatch she was eating out to do anything about anything, anyway.

The blond placed a candy bar back where it was before she started fucking it, and she grabbed an empty beer bottle I had on the counter to the side of the drawer that someone returned for the deposit. I watched her position it's neck as though she was going to shove it up her snatch, except it was a couple inches too far back. She shoved it up and into her, and she bent forward hitting the counter with her free hand and made a half scream, like she was going to scream, but stopped half way through. She had a frown and a look of surprise and pain on her face. Then she got to fucking her ass with it and just started gasping, in between which she would "ouch", "oh", or "ow" sharply. I leaned over the counter and watched from on upwards side angle. I could see the thick of the bottle stop the momentum of her inward thrusts, which was when she was saying something indicating pain, and she would gasp as she would pull out. She continued talking in-between gasps, too. She was thrusting about twice per second. I grabbed around her and fondled her ass cheeks. They wobbled a bit as she moved the bottle into and out of her ass, but they were firm and round. She was simply using such force that they bounced. I slapped her ass a about six times, very hard, and I left red marks. She added a gasp each time I slapped her, and my force moved her hips forward about half a foot, but she'd get back in place and the slaps were otherwise ignored. She was just standing there talking with her friends in between gasps while pumping the bottle into and out of her red ass. then, she put the bottle back where it was and grabbed one next to it to use on her pussy. I checked, and her ass bounced just like it was before.

I looked over at the tall one, and she was rosy cheeked. She talked softly, and I could tell she was going to have an orgasm soon. I turned to the brunette, who was still pinching her nipples with a vague frown, but otherwise, like the other two, acting normal.

"Simon says, stay in that spot. Now, squeeze your nipples harder and alternate yanking them, making sure you use enough force to make it hurt. Also, change up the time between the yanks, anywhere from almost no time at all to five seconds, choosing the length as randomly as you can."

I watched, and I could barely tell that her nipples got a bit flatter as she squeezed harder. She had the same face as earlier, as well as a slightly louder gasp, and she looked down at her tits in surprise. Then, she yanked on her right nipple. She shut her eyes when she did it and shouted, "Ouch!". Then she looked at her tits again, still with a grimace on her face. "What the hell?!". She yanked her left nipple several seconds later, and her right one again very soon after, each accompanied by an "Ouch!". She began looking around, frantic. First at her friends, who were completely ignoring what she was doing to her own tits, and enraptured in their conversation. "Ouch!", she pulled a nipple. I watched her as she pulled them, and when she did, her tit's seemed to get pulled out to twice their normal length and where shaped more like cones, but then suddenly shrunk back down to their normal, beautiful globe shapes. They looked similar to silly putty nearer the nipple, when she pulled on them. I heard the tall one start breathing hard and sharp, having an orgasm and trying to hide that fact from everyone around, but I kept my attention on the brunette.

"Pinch your nipples as hard as you can."

She shouted "Gaaahhh!", and stared at her nipples after that, and I could see that they were extremely flattened and turning white on the end. she yanked one, then another, then another, and another, at random lengths of times between pulls, and each time accompanied by a "GAH!", "AH!", " OUCH!", or some other noise indicating pain. She was crying, too. I looked up at her face, and tears were rolling down her eyes. I could hear, between noises of pain, her vocal ponderances about the situation, which were panicked and caught in  the sniffles of her crying. She was wondering what was happening, why she couldn't control her arms, why nobody even noticed, and what the hell she might be able to do to stop it. However, whenever her friends asked her a question or looked at her for information, she would still give it, in-between her crying and "ouch"es, then go back to focusing on her own problem.

"Stop.", She stopped pinching her nipples and yanking on them, and leaned on the counter crying. Her tits were setting on the counter, and she was wiping tears from her eyes. She slowly got caught back up in the conversation. She rubbed her bare breasts to reduce the pain, though she was obviously trying to hide that she was rubbing them.

"Simon says, while you're very concerned with what just happened with your breasts, you will realize it's over and there's nothing to worry about. Simon says, go back to acting as you did before you started mauling your own breasts. Simon says, keep your tits rested with their full weight on the counter, and keep your nipples pointed as straight forward as you can."

She bent forward until her breasts were fully resting on the counter, nipples pointed towards me, but down a bit. She started talking again like nothing had happened. I grabbed some of the edible lubricant from the sex supplies rack behind me and walked around the counter, and the girls turned as best they could to follow me, so that the conversation wouldn't break (even though I had been ignoring it for a while, now). The tall one turned her torso and head to follow me, since her bottom half was occupied with Susan's contortions of it and oral sex, so could not move. Susan was wholly concentrating on the pussy her mouth was working on and the candy bar she was pounding her snatch with. She was on her tip-toes, with her legs folded all the way at the knee so that her ass was resting on her heels. Her hand not holding the candy bar was helping hold the tall one's pussy lips apart so that her tongue could get where it was going better.

The blond had simply turned to follow me, though she did it all on one foot so that she could keep going on her pussy with one of those gigantic lighters in the shape of a match-stick. I walked her away from the counter a couple feet and turned her so that her front was towards it, though she still had her head turned to look at me. I bent her over so that her head was against the wall on the front of the counter, and watched her fucking herself. She reached up and put that near where she got it, and grabbed a king sized candy bar that she found on the candy rack next to her. The way I had her, she could only see the lower part of the candy rack. She moved it towards her crotch to jam it in her pussy, but it was too far back by a couple inches. She jammed it in there and fucked her ass with it just like she did with the bottle. She even kept up with the conversation, though her shouts of pain were louder. The candy bar was about eight inches long, and about an inch and a half wide. Only enough to hold onto was not being forced into her ass. I knelt down to watch her fuck her ass with the candy bar. While I watched, I decided to finger her pussy. She didn't alter her yelps or anything, but I discovered she was exceptionally wet. The brunette was turning her head left, towards the conversation, but she couldn't move much more due to her position. I could see her looking at me and saying something about the party they were going to. The blond chimed in by inviting me to the party, though it was somewhat difficult to tell what she was saying with her voice changing in pitch and volume with each thrust of her candy bar. I said, "Sure, I'll go to the party with you". The blond dropped the candy bar that was in her ass, and found another king sized candy bar to begin working her pussy with. I removed my fingers and she went to work.

I went over to the brunette, who turned her head to keep up with where I was in relation to the rest of the conversation. From behind her, I unbuckled her belt and pants, and moved them down. She was wearing black bikini undies, which I pulled down also. Her ass was just a bit softer than the blond's, but it was also smaller. I could hold one of her ass-cheeks completely in my hand if I spread my hand out. I pulled down my own pants and stood to her right, so I could still face all the girls. I squirted probably a whole ounce of the lube into the brunette's right hand, as it lay open on the counter.

"Simon says, rub that lube all over my dick, and then jack me until I'm hard." The brunette did as she was told, and her hand was more flexible than I expected. She was doing this pretty well, and she kept her tits fully on the tabel. I looked over at the tall one, and saw Susan looking at me from her post. She seemed angry, but she wasn't distracted from her job. The tall one began moaning with another orgasm, which she again tried to hide the fact it was happening. I looked at the candy bar that Susan was fucking herself with and noticed it was the king sized one that was in the blond's ass. I chuckled. That must have been why she was so angry. Oh well, sucked to be her. I watched the blond for a moment, holding herself from falling with one arm, fucking her own pussy with a king sized candy bar with the other. She was at a nearly 90 degree angle, so I could see the candy bar being shoved in and out on the opposite side of her legs. I realized I was hard, so I looked to the brunette again.

"Simon says, stop jacking me off, spread your legs until your feet are three feet apart, arch your back, spread your ass cheeks, and relax."

The brunette stepped out of her pants that were on the floor and did as she was ordered, which meant she stuck her ass out and pulled it open so that I got a good view of her asshole even from where I was standing to her side. I walked around her and looked at her asshole for a moment. It was completely closed, but the skin around it was getting stretched to the sides tightly. I stepped up and positioned myself behind her. I pressed my cock head against her bum and, though it was difficult even with all this lube on my dick and took a couple tries to get it not to simply slide up her crack, I got it got in. Her voice was a bit extra high-pitched as I did it. I slowly started pushing it in. She was looking at me, and she had a huge grimace on her face. My bet was that she was an anal virgin. Her ass was tight enough to help that idea along. Even though it was obvious she was uncomfortable, even in pain, she stayed in her position I told her to get in without moving a muscle, except to move her head. I had about four inches in when I met a bit of resistance that stopped me for a moment. She gasped inwardly when I got there, but she kept up with the conversation through her pain filled face. I pressed a bit harder and started sliding in again. As I bypassed that spot, she shut her eyes and yelped loudly. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. I finally got all the way in, and she was crying freely. Of course, she still talked with her friends, as though she wasn't crying, and as though I hadn't just shoved my dick up her virgin asshole. She kept up with the conversation as though her friend wasn't fucking herself with random objects at a nearly ninety degree angle resting against the counter wall. As though her other friend wasn't showing off her ass and pussy and having, and trying to hide, orgasms. As though there was not a girl between that last one's legs, eating her out and fucking her own pussy with, haha, a king sized candy bar.

I moved slowly out about an inch, but then I pushed right back in all the way. I got a rhythm going, and each stroke was longer and harder. She a tear or two rolled down her cheeck each time I moved my dick faster and further. She continued to hold her ass-cheeks tightly apart, and she still arched her back, pushing her ass upwards and more directly towards me. Her feet were still spread and in the same spot as when I started. Her tits were still laying firmly on the counter, facing forward. By the time I was fucking her ass roughly, she was grimacing and gasping with each thrust. Her additions to the conversation were a littl difficult to make out, but her friends ignored that insignificant fact, as did she. Through it all she moved no part of her body except to correct it's positioning if I moved it out of place, and her head, to look around and keep up with the conversation. I was fucking her ass hard, so I would bump her forward with each thrust, but she'd press against the motion to remain in her position.

While I fucked her like that, I tried to listen to the conversation. The blond was saying something about meeting her boyfriend there. They talked about finding a boyfriend for the tall one and the brunette. The blond looked back at me and winked when neither of the other two girls were looking at her. How hilarious. I looked back at the brunette.

"Simon says, Suck the cock that's currently fucking your ass as well as you know how to. Do to your tits what you were earlier while you suck."

The brunette immediately turned around and got on her knees. Her mouth was wide and she accepted the dick without hesitation. She sucked good, too. She started crying a bit, but not badly. Probably more from what she was doing to her tits than the soreness of her ass. She was sucking dick as well as though she was concentrating on it fully, but she stared at her tits in horror, trying to think of how to get her arms to stop doing what they were. Her eyes were ignoring the cock, but her neck and mouth were not. In fact, I think she might have given quite a bit of head in her day. She's damned good.

"Susan, stop eating her out and get behind the counter, in front of me."

"Yes?" Susan said when she got up. She walked behind the counter watching the brunette give me head the whole way, and she knew I was enjoying it. She was still fucking herself with the giant candy-bar as she walked, which she did with a huge gate. Susan looked embarrassed, sad, and upset.

"Do you see what she's doing to her tits?"

"Yes." She said, looking down at the brunette. She seemed angrier when she looked at the brunette. She watched the brunette abuse her own tits for only long enough to take in what she was doing before looking back to me.

"I want you to do that to her when she turns back around. Stick that candy bar that's in your pussy in your ass, so that it won't fall and we know where it is."

"Yes, sir." She said this sadly, but I didn't care. She put the candy bar in her ass, and it obviously caused her pain as she screeched and jumped, but she did it hurriedly as I said;

"Simon says get back in the position you were just in, with your ass spread and tits on the counter." The brunette immediately got back up and bent over. She set the full weight of her tits on the counter, spread her legs, arched her back, and spread her ass cheeks wide. I began to fuck her ass as viciously as before. Susan began pulling on the brunettes nipples hard and one at a time just as the brunette had been, but not randomly, just constantly. In fact, I think she was doing it harder than the brunette herself was doing it, and she seemed angry. Cool, I thought, Susan was jealous. The brunette was crying a little bit while she gasped, like before, but still looked at people involved in the conversation who were talking and spoke some words inbetween gasps to add to the conversation, and the fact that it was gibberish was still going ignored. She seemed a little freaked out about what was just happening to her tits, as though it had stopped instead of getting worse. She kept doing everything she could to maintain her position, including putting parts of her back where they were when I accidently moved her and pressing against my thrusts to keep her ass where it was. She even pulled away from Susan's pulling to try to get the full weight of her pulled tit back onto the counter, which couldn't do much besides make it worse.

Susan looked up at me and asked, "Why are you.... you... doing it to her... to her ass, instead of mine?" She was obviously embarrassed, with a very red face, though still angry looking, pulling hard on the crying brunette's tits. I felt the sperm rise in my groin. I began slapping the blond's ass as hard as I could while still fucking the brunette's ass. I couldn't hold it any more. I stopped the spanking after only four spanks, grabbed the brunette's waist and pulled her towards me (which she helped me do, since her ass was being pressed beyond where it 'should' be) and yelled as I came deep in her ass. I could feel her wiggling to get her tits back on the counter as they were pulled and it only made it feel better. As I came, she looked at me, wincing when her tits were pulled. She was trying to say something, but I couldn't make it out. I think something about the party starting soon.

I finished cuming and got all the girls except the brunette dressed as normal, though minus their underwear, and standing near the door. Susan still had the candy bar in her ass, and that could easily be made out under her tight skirt. The blond was fucking her pussy with some licorice, though it was difficult to tell what with her skirt on. The brunette was still in her same position, just looking as we talked by the door. I asked the girls if any of them had a spare skirt. None of them did, so I told Susan to fuck her ass as hard as she could with that candy bar until she thought of something. She got a wide eyed expression of surprise and horror that was focused on me as her hands reached around her and down to the candy bar, which almost immediately changed to an expression of pain as she began working her ass. One hand pulled her skirt out of the way, and the other was furiously jamming the candy bar into her ass. She leaned over a bit and spread her legs, sticking her ass out so that it would be in a good position to accept the candy bar, then she fell onto her knees, with her face down, and started crying from the pain. She leaned to the side, slightly, and looked at me.

"maybe..." She began as she sobbed, " she could use her... her tube top as a... skirt. Can I.... let me stop!"

"What will she wear as a top, then?"

"She can... my over-shirt. I'll just ... wear my under-shirt!"

"Good. That's a good idea. Stop doing that at throw away the candy bar. Go wash yourself if you're dirty. Give me your over-shirt"

She did as she was ordered, and she thanked me for letting her stop. I told the three waiting girls to get in my car and wait for me there (with my power, so they didn't think anything strange about it). They left the store and rounded the corner. I locked the door after them and walked over to the brunette.

 

End Part 2

My Awakening

 

Part 3

 

The brunette was still leaning the full weight of her DDD tits on the counter, moving only to keep her nipples pointed forward. Her legs were spread three feet apart, sticking her ass out with the arching of her back, pulling her tiny ass-cheeks apart. Her asshole was no longer as clenched as it was. After I fucked it, with her command to relax, it was still open a little bit. Some cum had dripped out of it and rolled down her pussy lips. Her tube top was rolled down and around her waist, her pants and underwear were under her and to the side slightly. She was looking at me and conversing like normal. I decided to see how well my commands were followed.

"What are you wearing?"

She looked at herself as well she could, which was not at all easy for her, then back to me, "Oh, my tube top? Do you like it?" She seemed to try to bend over more, but she was already as bent over as she was getting. Haha, trying to flirt with the guy who just fucked your ass seemed funny to me.

"What about your pants and underwear?"

She looked at herself and back to me the same way again. She simply shrugged and seemed bored, "You took them off of me." She returned to her natural cheery self immediately, "Are you almost ready to go to that party?"

"Sure," I grabbed her ass, fingering it lightly, with my left hand and grabbed her right breast with my right hand, "I just have some things left to do, and I'll be ready to go." I let go of her and picked up the store. It took about 15 minutes. I got back next to her.

"Okay, let's go!" She said, cheerily, still in her position and making no moves to get out of it.

"Simon says, you may leave that position. Wear your tube top as a skirt, and wear this top." I handed her Susan's blue over-shirt. She stood up and pulled her legs together. She rolled her tube top down to where she would wear a skirt, and it was made out of a material stretchy enough that it simply looked like a tight, short skirt that went about two inches below her ass. Susan's tits were a lot smaller than this girl's, though. The shirt was a bit stretchy, but not like the tube top/skirt. She had to work to get it on, and it was obvious it was made for someone with smaller tits. It fit her pretty well, but her tits were smashed together and stretching out the shirt. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and she seemed to have some trouble breathing, but not enough to worry about.

She looked at herself in her new clothes and seemed confused, but she began walking to the door to get to the party she was so excited about.

"Say, what is it like getting fucked in the ass?" I asked her.

She looked at me as though what I asked was completely out of place, as though I had asked her something very private, broken a social taboo, and very angry. "Never mind, we're going to the party without you, pervert!"

"Simon says, you will not be angry or embarrassed about the question. Simon says, It is a wholly natural question, as is any other question I ever ask you. Answer the question and forget you had ever been upset about it."

"Well," She began immediately after I was done talking, "It hurts a lot, and it kinda feels like you have to poop. After a while, though, you get kinda used to it, and it doesn't hurt so badly. It still hurts, just not as badly."

"How many times have you been fucked in the ass so that you would know that answer?"

"Well, only once."

"And who fucked your ass?"

"You did." She shrugged as she answered my question, as though it was wholly unimportant.

"What were you doing while I did that?"

"Just standing there, talking with my friends. What's with all these stupid questions? Let's go!" She seemed impatient.

"That doesn't seem at all odd to you?"

"Of course not. Come on, the party is about to start!"

We walked out to my car. I used my power a bit to get her to think nothing odd about everyone being in my car instead of anybody else's. I had an old Saab station wagon, and the blond was in the passenger seat. In the back, the tall one was leaning up to talk with her, and Susan was being ignored. It looked like she was upset about something and stewing about it, though, so she probably didn't care that the other two had no idea she was even there due to my commands. I opened the left back door, which was where Susan was, and I told her to get out. The brunette didn't even hesitate to sit where Susan just was, as she didn't realize Susan was there. I paused time and told everyone to ignore the fact that it seemed nobody was driving. It was completely irrelevant. We were going to get there anyway, and in one piece, so act naturally, as though one of their friends were driving. I also told the blond to give the driver direction to the party as she drove, even though she would perceive no driver at all. In addition, any stops or anything would be completely ignored, as though the driving was still taking place (just in case I got some sort of inspiration later). I sat in the back, in-between the brunette and the tall one. Susan drove, the blond supplying directions while she even still fucked her pussy and sometimes her ass with objects. The Trio talked about dancing and drinking and all of that stuff.

I got an idea when I remembered that The Trio would act like nothing odd was happening when any of their friends did something odd. I lifted the tall one a bit, so that I could pull up her skirt dress. When her dress got past her ass, I let her sit back down. I scooted the dress up, under the seat belt, and over her head. I began to kiss her, rubbing her tits. She kissed me back, too. Maybe because she knew I was kissing her and that it 'wasn't odd', maybe because her purpose in life was to make me happy, I didn't care. I turned to the brunette, who was going on about some drinking game they were going play when they got where they were going.

I pointed to the tall one's snatch and told the brunette, "Eat her out and masturbate. Feel pleasure from your masturbation."

The brunette looked at me as if I were about to say something, then took off her seat belt and got on the floor. There was just enough room to let her partially lay her legs down and get between the tall one's legs, which I spread apart to give the brunette room to work. The brunette had a confused and worried look on her face. She began saying "What am I do...", but then started licking at her friend's slit and clit. Her free hand moved the outer lips out of the way so that she could work the important parts. Her eyes looked around in confusion and probably for a way to get control of her body back, but to no avail. She just kept licking her friend's sex. Her tits were still huge, even though contained in the small shirt, and were getting in the way. She had to stick her tongue out all the way to reach, so I scooted the tall one forward a bit, to reduce her strain. I began to make out with her a bit more. She had an orgasm soon after I began making out with her, and her friend who was eating her out did soon after. I looked down at the brunette who was still looking for a way out of her situation, yet could not control her own body so that she could. She was squishing her tits against the seat so that she could reach, but that was pretty sexy, so I didn't bother making it any easier for her. I placed the tall one's hands to either side, and pushed her ass up a bit off the seat, so that she held herself like that with her hands.

"Lick your middle finger to lube it up, and finger your friend's ass with it as you eat her cunt. Be sure to shove it all the way in and then bring it almost all the way out."

She began licking her finger, but I got distracted when the blond got noisier than normal, and none of the noise was noise of pleasure, so she must have been fucking her ass with something. I leaned forward, between the front seats, to see what she was using. I could see on the seat next to her was the same licorice she was using when she left the store. There was also one of those big flashlights like policemen use, in addition to a fairly large screwdriver. She was mostly covered, but her but was moved a bit forward so that the things she was fucking herself with could actually make it to her crotch. Her legs were spread, and they were about a foot and a half apart at the knees. I could see that bristles to a window scraper were sticking up between her legs and moving back and forth at where her hands disappeared beneath her skirt, near her crotch. Her crotch was covered by her skirt, though. I reached up and pulled the front of her skirt up to her belly, and pulled up her left hand to hold it there, giving me a good view of her shaven crotch. I could tell, from my angle, that the window scraper's handle was too low to be in her pussy. I pulled her legs up so that her feet were resting on the dashboard and spread her knees to about three feet apart. Then I scooted her ass forward so that I had a better angle to watch her fuck her asshole. I could see her entire pussy excluding when her arm, busy working her ass, was a bit in the way, but not her asshole. However, I could see that the brush was not in her pussy, just lower, which was good enough for me. She was looking at me when I looked up at her face. She was grimacing slightly when she shoved it in, but she kept giving direction and adding to the conversation that was now actually between only herself and the tall one.

We were nearing the on-ramp to the expressway, so I told Susan to pull over for just one moment. She pulled over and put the car in park. "why are we stopped?", she asked. The blond pulled the brush out of her ass and set it next to her, then she picked up the screw-driver and started fucking her pussy with it.

"Roll down your window and rest your left leg out of it, on top of the rear view mirror. Pull your skirt up to your waist. Keep your leg using the peddles to the side and out of the way of things touching your privates. Then drive as you were before."

Susan got an upset face and sighed, but she lifted her leg, with the aid of her left arm, out the window and onto the mirror. Then she pulled up her skirt to expose her sex, and moved her right leg slightly to the side, to make room for anything that might go there. Her ass was scooted up further than it normally would be, due to her position, but she could still reach the pedals easily. She shifted into drive and we were off again. Right before the car actually moved, though, I stopped time to tell the blond that every time she removed something from her pussy or ass, she would use it on Susan (without realizing it, of course), under the same rules as those governing her own self-fucking. Before she used her other arm for that, she would tuck her skirt into it's own waist-line, so it would be stuck displaying her mound and what she was doing to it. I started time again.

I sat back in my seat and turned to watch the two girls back there. The brunette was still squishing her tits against the seat and eating out her friend, while looking around for something that might get her out of the situation. Her left arm was wrapped around the tall one's leg, and under her rear. I could see it pumping, and the tall one was moving slightly with each thrust. The brunette's right arm was working her own snatch. Her legs were mostly on the floor, and her ass was pointing up, as she was part kneeling and part laying down. I could see her work her own snatch when I leaned down to the left side of the car and spread her legs slightly. The tall one had an ever so slight grimace that seemed to vaguely change as her friend fingered her ass, but she also seemed like she enjoyed the pleasure from her friend's mouth more than the anal fingering hurt her. She seemed almost ready to orgasm.

"Add a finger to your friend's ass."

The tall one let out a squeal, and her grimace was a bit larger, but she seemed otherwise the same. I wasn't sure if she'd orgasm soon, but I'd bet she'd be able to be worked to it. anyhow.

That's when I heard a squeal from the front seat and the car swerved. I looked up to see Susan's frown and the beginning of tears forming in her eyes. I could easily see the blond's arm reaching over towards Susan's crotch and moving. Susan looked over at the blond with anger, who was still talking as though nothing odd was happening, but mostly Susan seemed upset that she was being put in her situation. She started paying attention to the road, again. Probably figuring that was more important, and this would or would not end at my will anyhow. I leaned up to see that the blond was fucking Susan with the screw-driver's handle, and the licorice was back in her own pussy.

I looked at Susan, "Like it?"

"No." She continued driving and I sat back in my seat.

I started paying attention to what was in the back seat again. Then I saw the lights reflecting everywhere. They were red and blue. I almost flew into a panic, but then remembered I could simply tell the cop to let us go with a warning and to ignore everything odd that was happening. Susan pulled over. She was crying, and trying to cover her snatch that was getting fucked with her hands, since my orders prevented actually rearranging herself.

"Susan, keep your hands on the wheel."

Susan immediately put her hands back up onto the wheel, and shut her eyes, crying to herself. The shadow of an officer rounded the left side windows of the car, and the officer herself showed up at the driver's side window. She hadn't yet said anything, merely looked in the window with wide eyes and an open mouth. She saw Susan, her one leg out the window, hands on the wheel, skirt pulled up, getting fucked by the handle of a screw-driver by the passenger. The passenger had her legs up and knees spread, doing the same to herself with some licorice. She glanced in the back and saw the girl wearing only a bra getting eaten out by a girl wearing far too, though not as, little. The one getting eaten out was simply talking with the one using the items to fuck the two in the front as though nothing odd was going on. I was simply sitting there enjoying the show. Then I saw lines of anger begin to appear on the cop's forehead as she turned to Susan, who was avoiding looking at her. I stopped time. It was a girl cop! Not bad looking, either! Was it an all around lucky day, or what?!

I moved carefully out of the car, avoiding tripping over or hurting the brunette. The door opened just as easily as though time had not stopped, though the rest of the car didn't move as I got out, which felt weird. I looked the cop over. She was shorter than the way she carried herself would indicate, but that makes sense with her being a cop and everything. She was around thirty years old, it looked like. She seemed pretty skinny, but I couldn't be sure with her bulky police uniform on. Before doing anything else, I walked back to her car to see if she had a partner with her. She didn't, so I walked back to her and began to take her belt off. I set it on the ground. That was odd, as it didn't fall. I had to push it to the ground. Then I unbuckled her pants and pulled them down to her boots. I unbuttoned and removed her shirt, which had a vest underneath it. I removed that, though it took me a while. I've never handled a bullet proof vest, before. She had a tank top on beneath that, so I removed it, too. The police woman stood there, about to yell her lungs out at the driver of this vehicle, wearing only her underpants and bra, if you don’t count the pants around her ankles. Her underpants were full-style and silky, and her bra was a sports bra. I knew sports bras pushed in boobs, but I wasn't sure how far. I'd have guessed she was a B with the size they appeared, though.

I touched her legs up and down, trying to see how firm they were. They seemed pretty muscular, which made sense. She probably exercised to keep in shape for her job. I felt around her mid-section. Again, she was firm. She had an ever so slight gut, but I couldn't pinch more than an inch between my fingers while she was bending to look through the window, so it wasn't bad at all. Her arms had no flab. They, too were somewhat muscular, but none of her was anything like a female body builder. She still was shaped like a woman, she was simply a physically strong woman compared to most. Most men, even average ones, would have still had more muscle. She was red headed, and had a couple freckles here or there. Her hair was in a bun. I felt her ass. Her ass was firm like the rest of her. It was larger than the rest of the girls' here, but she was also about ten years older. She wasn't "fatter", she had simply filled in with age. If I had met her at the mall in every day clothes, and she wasn't with anyone else, and I wasn't on my way to do anything particular, I'd have probably hit on her. I would have given her a 7.5.

Speaking of her being with anyone else, I looked at her fingers. No ring. In fact, no jewelry anywhere. She may have simply taken jewelry off when she was on duty, though. I turned and poked my head in the open door I had gotten out of and said, "All of you will go on with what you're doing as though we had not gotten pulled over. There will be another woman in the car for while. That's perfectly normal. Do not pay any attention. Susan, you will keep the car pulled over here for a while. when the officer leaves view, you assume she has left the car completely alone. Roll up the window, then. Imagine you're waiting for me to come back from a gas station. You will not notice anything I do, or anything anyone else does to me, even if it's you doing it. You will think I am not here."

I got out and turned back to the nearly nude officer, "You will instantly notice that nothing at all is going on with this car. Pulling it over was a mistake. Wish the driver a good day and get into the back seat, next to the man who will be waiting for you (that's me), and shut the door. You will believe you're in your full uniform until the door shuts, and only then will you realize the reality of your dress. However, that will not bother you in any way. It will seem completely normal. The whole situation will seem completely natural, and none of it illegal. You will ignore what all the other girls in the car are doing, and focus only on the man. The man will ask you all sorts of questions, which will seem like completely normal and justified questions. You will answer them honestly and completely. Anything the man asks or tells you to do, you will do, which, too, will seem completely natural. You will keep your radio with you the whole time. Whenever something happens that you do not absolutely need to address, give the best excuse not to do it you can think of, no matter how dastardly the lie is. You will not, however, indicate you or your car have been damaged. Simply think of something that would excuse you from heeding the radio's call."

I got into the car and back how I was before freezing time, and started time back up again. I watched the lady cop get a look of surprise, and then give a heartfelt apology to Susan. Susan said something, shocked, but I didn't care to make out what it was. The officer leaned over and started doing something at her feet. She was there for about twenty seconds, during which time the blond rotated her tools. She was now using the gigantic cop flashlight on herself (it was about 18 inches long and at least 2.5 inches wide, though obviously not all of it fit. Only about eight or nine inches actually made it's way in), and the licorice on Susan. The cop got into the car and shut the door. She looked down at herself, then at me, waiting for my questioning to start. Her feet were resting on the brunette's legs, but not hard, as she was turned to face me and was sitting on her legs. I looked at the brunette, who's face was very red, and she was looking at the nearly nude cop as well as simply around as she worked her friend. Her friend, on the other hand was simply grimacing a bit, more with the thrusts into her ass, and talking with the blond in the front about nothing important. I looked at the cop.

"You wear no rings or jewelry. Why?"

She said, without moving, "I have little jewelry and wouldn't want to risk losing or damaging it while on duty."

"Are you married, or do you have a significant other of any sort?"

"Huh..." she scrunched up her face in thought, " I don't have a significant other, no. I have been seeing this guy for about a month, but it hasn't turned into anything serious."

"Have you ever given a man fellatio?"

"Yes. When I have gotten far enough in a relationship that I have sex, I also fellate my boyfriend, though I don't enjoy it."

"Have you ever swallowed a man's ejaculate?"

"No. That's disgusting. I haven't even gotten a man to orgasm in my mouth so that I would have the option."

"Do you have any children?"

"No," She looks bit depressed as she continues her answer, "I almost did, but there were complications and I lost it. There was damage to me internally, and I'm no longer capable of having children." A single tear fell down her cheek.

"You will not be sad about that until you have left this vehicle. Have you ever had a homosexual encounter or fantasy?"

She sobered up and replied, "I have never really fantasized about it, but when I was in college I made out with one of my girl friends when we were drunk."

"What size are your breasts?"

"I fit into a C cup when I wear a 36 inch bra, and a D when I wear a 34 inch one. I guess I'm somewhere between those sizes."

"Could you take your bra off so that I can examine your breasts?"

"Sure." She said, as she lifted her sports bra over her head and sat silently. She did have good sized tits. The second largest pair in the car. I cupped her tits in my hands and began massaging them. They were nice and massive. A bit saggy, but a lot less than you'd imagine on a woman her age, being as big as they were. Probably due to her keeping in shape for her job. Her tits resembled those of someone five years younger. Her nipples got hard after a moment or two.

"Why did your nipples get hard just now?", I asked as I continued my ministrations.

"Because you're rubbing my bare breasts, and it feels good.", she answered, matter of factly.

I pinched her nipples, "Does that feel good?"

"Only a small bit at the beginning. you're doing it too hard for it to feel good."

I played with her tits a while longer, and tweaked her nipples once in a while. She would flinch as I did it, but she didn't move to stop me from continuing. The tall one began having an orgasm. Since none of my commands prevented her from realizing she was having one or thinking nothing of it, she tried to stifle it, like those before it, so that nobody noticed. I continued with the officer.

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

"Yes, one time in college, but it hurt and I'm never putting anything in my anus like that, ever again."

I kept fondling her tits for a while, when I heard Susan saying something. I looked to the front. Susan was looking at the blond angrily, the blond completely ignoring that she was even there, just talking to the tall one.

"You stop that right now!" Susan was saying, though not moving or resisting the flashlight that the blond had begun fucking her with, the window brush in her own pussy again. The flashlight was only getting about six or seven inches in with each thrust, and it seemed to be hurting her a bit. Probably because of the size. Susan continued, "I don't like this at all. I hate this! I hate you! I hate the one sitting in the back! I hate the other one even more! I'm only going along with this because he said to, and I have to do what he says! I love him, and none of you are going to take him from me! I'll find a way to get rid of you girls. Maybe convince him to ditch you at the party!" The blond's ignoring her got to her, though, and she turned to watch out the window, avoiding looking at what was happening to anybody. I turned back to the cop.

"Take your underwear off." I commanded her, and let go of her tits.

"Alright," She said as she got up on her knees, bending to avoid hitting her head on the ceiling, and pulled her underwear down to the bottom of her thighs. She sat back down and moved her legs out from under her, pulling her underwear the rest of the way off before getting back in her original position. Her snatch was trimmed, but all of the hair was there otherwise.

"Place your right leg along the seat, behind me and the girl behind me, and place your left leg against the door you're near."

"Okay." She sat up a bit and lightly shoved her right leg behind me, against the back of the seat. She sat on her foot, and simply moved her left leg until the knee was against the door handle One arm was over the back of the seat, the other was resting on her folded leg's knee. She was sitting wide open and I could clearly make out her sex. There was some hair in the way, but not much, and it was a light color.

"Why don't you shave your pubic area?"

"Because it's a hassle. Not only does nobody ever really see it, but I don't want to deal with the bumps or the scratching when it grows back."

"May I feel what your pubic area is like with all that hair?"

"Sure." She said. I began to touch the hair above and around her sex. I felt around there for a bit, then moved on to her mound itself. It was a bit wet. I rubbed very lightly.

"Why is your outer labia wet?" I asked, as I continued teasing her lips.

"Before, when you were feeling my breasts, it felt good, sexually. I began to get a little aroused. When you were feeling around my labia, it was like teasing me. It felt good, but more like foreplay. I really like foreplay, and it aroused me even more."

I continued softly petting her box and felt it getting wetter. "May I finger you?"

"Certainly." She said, neutrally.

I felt inside her lips, and found the hole. She really was wet, and I slid my index and middle fingers in and out easily. When I first began, she looked down to her pussy, watching for a moment, then back to me, waiting for another question, I supposed. After a while, her face became rosy. I heard the brunette have an orgasm, muffled in the tall one's crotch. The blond had switched tools again, though I wasn't paying much attention to that.

"Get on your knees and fellate me." I said as I removed my fingers from the cop and started to unzip my fly and get my dick out. She began to reposition herself as I told her to. "As you fellate me, finger yourself. You will have a mighty orgasm at the same time I orgasm. You will swallow my ejaculate as though it were the most tasty thing ever. It tastes the same, you'll simply be acting like it's delicious." By the time my dick was out, she was on her way down to it, her fingers already in her snatch and working. She was good at it, but she wasn't going very deep.

I managed to get my balls out of my pants, too. "Fondle my testicles gently, and deep throat me." She did exactly that, though it took her a while to get deep-throating right. "May I spank you?" She nodded on my cock, and I began to rhythmically smack each ass cheek, one at a time, whenever her mouth was at the top of my dick.

I asked the tall one the brunette's name. She made fun of me for forgetting it (they had, as customers, told me their names on several occasions, but I'm bad with names), but told me that it was 'Megan'. "Megan," I said, "with the fingers in your pussy, finger your ass with the same rhythm you were fingering your cunt, but keep rubbing your clit with your thumb, and have orgasms just as frequently as you were."

I could see the brunette's ass where I was sitting. The tube top/skirt had rolled up to reveal half of her ass, and I saw three fingers thrust into and out of it. They were going in all the way, and out all the way, then back in. She obviously was doing that on her pussy, a moment before. I looked at her face in the tall one's lap, and it was full of horror and pain. She just kept fingering her friend's ass with her other hand and eating her cunt, though, looking around for a way out of her situation, which she would never find herself. I kept slapping the cop's ass as she got to the head of my dick, and I noticed that, at the same time the brunette started fingering her ass, she did something with her throat that felt great on my cock. I chuckled to myself in realization, and asked her if her name was 'Megan'. She nodded 'yes' on my dick, and I could hear her sobbing slightly. Wow, all the coincidences today were astounding! This wasn't a very pertinent one, but I enjoyed it all the same.

"alright, well, since you're doing that, lift your ass so that everything you're doing down there is clearly visible to the passers-by. Do it with an arched back, so that your pussy is facing directly out the window, your clitoris being at the bottom of the window, and your ass angled up, so that I can keep smacking it. Wiggle your ass a bit so it looks like you're thoroughly enjoying it." She did exactly that, and I continued smacking her ass. I didn't have as much room, so I simply smacked harder to make up for the lack of leverage. Her ass was a very bright red, now, and I could tell it would be that way for an hour or two after I stopped. Somebody driving by honked.

Susan let out a good loud yelp and then started shouting, "Oh my god! Get that out of my ass! Oh.... oh no! It hurts! Stop!" Susan looked up at the blond with hatred in her face, and then looked back out the window, and kept crying, realizing nothing she could do would get the blond to stop. She moaned in pain as the blond fucked her ass with, I leaned forward and looked, the screw-driver's handle. The blond had the licorice back in her pussy, and she was just gabbing away with the tall one. The brunette seemed like she was in less pain, but still grimaced with her fingering her ass. She was just working away at her friend's pussy. The tall one simply talked with the blond, though she was getting close to another orgasm and trying to hide it.

There's just something about the female ass. I love it. Three girls getting fingered in the ass and one getting fucked in the ass with a large screw-driver handle was about to send me over the edge, not to mention the fact I was getting great head from one of the girls. Well, the woman. I watched the sex happen around me, I slapped the cop's ass harder. I think parts of it may have been getting a bit purple, but I was about to cum, so I didn't give a shit. The cop was still crying a bit, and what her throat was doing felt wonderful on my dick.

*Smack*, *Smack*, I kept smacking the cops red and purple ass as I came down her throat. She swallowed it all, and shouted things onto my dick. Her ass was quickly wagging in circular motions as though she was having the best orgasm of her life. That died down about ten seconds later, and she simply kept doing as she was, even though my dick was getting smaller.

"You may stop sucking my dick, now."

"Alright." She moved her torso up only slightly, arching her back some more. Her head was about a foot above my crotch, and she turned her head, straining to look at me. She seemed to be waiting for more questions, though she was gasping ever so slightly and still wiggling her ass.

"Why are you like that?"

"So that my pussy is facing directly out the window and my ass is a bit upwards so that you may smack it, and so people outside get a good view of what I'm doing to my ass and clitoris and think I'm enjoying it."

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because you told me to," There was repetitive honking from a car that drove by.

"Why do you do what I say?"

"Because I must." She replied, matter of factly.

"Why must you?"

"Because I must.", she repeated in the same tone.

"Why are you fingering your ass?"

"Because you told me to, and I must do as you say."

"How does it feel?"

"At first, it simply hurt. It still hurts, but not so badly. When I had my orgasm, though, it felt really good. I hadn't expected that."

"When does your shift end?"

"My shift will be over at 2AM."

I paused time. I said to the cop, "You will now get out of the car and act normally, though everyone in this car will remain free to go. Once out, put your uniform back on, and head back to your car for the rest of your shift. You will answer any question perfectly honestly and be forthright with your answer if you're ever asked by anyone about what occurred here. You will refer to me as "Master", both to others and to myself. Something more than human happened here, you were unable to stop it. It just felt right, and you were powerless to avoid it. At the end of your shift, you will go to 3524 Burkestreet and pull your car onto the side of the driveway before parking and shutting it off. You will strip naked and place everything you have in the passenger seat of your car. You will bring your car keys with you. The code to the garage is 4785, and you will go into the left garage bay and close the door after you've entered. You will place your keys on the tool shelf. In the center of that side of the garage, you will get on your knees, facing the center of the right garage bay. You will keep your feet together but spread your knees as far as you can. You will place your hands on top of your head and point your elbows away from yourself. You will wait for me there. Also, you will never wear any underwear ever again, except during your time of the month. You will tell the man you've been seeing that it's over between you two the next chance you get. Everyone else in the car, you will wear underwear when you're menstruating, and only then. You will mingle at the party, and leave me alone unless I approach you. Susan, when the police woman has left and you no longer see her lights flashing, you will believe I have returned and gotten back in my seat. You will then drive as you were before, following the blond's directions. You will fix your clothing when we get there, and you will be able and have permission to move your limbs normally."

I said to the blond one, "When the car stops at the party, you will lose the urge to fuck yourself and Susan with objects, and you will replace all of your clothing and act normally."

I said to the tall one, "You will replace all your clothing and act normally as well."

To the brunette, I said, "You will do the same, act normally, as though you had not been eating out your friend. When we arrive, you will immediately go use the bathroom. You will find something to cut the neck on your shirt, so that, throughout the night, the cut will tear more from the pressure your tits are putting on it, potentially displaying your huge breasts to everyone around. If 2AM rolls around and it has not ripped, you will turn from the people and rip it yourself. You will be embarrassed, but do not cover up your breasts. Simply come back to the car, get in, and wait for everyone else. If you wait for everyone else for longer than an hour, you will spread your legs as far apart as you can and begin to masturbate furiously and pinch your nipples very hard with your free hand, regardless who's around or looking, and you will  act as though you're enjoying it. You will cum every five minutes, and you will look the nearest female in the eyes and lick your lips like you want to fuck her as you do. If the girl seems into it, you will invite her into the car for cunnilingus, which you will perform on her while fingering your ass and orgasming as you are now, using your other hand to pinch and pull on your nipples. You will do that until I come back to the car. You will not cry or seem upset, but act as though having the time of your life, and you will say no words except for the initial invitation. If the girl leaves before then, keep doing as before inviting her into the car." I started time.

The cop left her position, and moved as though she were a bit stiff. The brunette had an orgasm, and I watched while the cop got out and dressed herself, returning to her car to leave. The brunette was fingering her ass, all the way in then all the way out again, pretty quickly. She was moaning in pleasure into her friend's snatch, though her face was wet with tears. Her friend immediately had, and tried to hide, an orgasm. The brunette didn't cry very hard after her orgasm. The cop's lights disappeared, and we began driving.

 

End Part 3

My Awakening

 

Part 4

 

We pulled up to a two story house in the suburbs. The drive-way was long, and had about twenty cars parked to it's side. There was enough room to get my car in there, and I was close to the end of the drive-way, too, so I could get out easily. The girls fixed themselves up to look normal. Well, close to normal. The brunette and the tall one looked normal, but neither was wearing any underwear under their skirt or dress. Susan looked like she did earlier, except there were no underwear lines to see through her skirt, as she wore none. She was wearing her undershirt, which simply had some spaghetti straps and was a thing white cotton thing. The brunette, I knew, would get a lot of attention. Her body was incredible. Not quite as good as the blond, but she was a skinny girl with tits that were triple Ds. I played with them, and they didn't seem fake, though. I made a mental note to figure out what was up with that. Her skirt wasn't really a skirt, but a black tube top that she was wearing as a skirt. It was shorter than what most people would wear as a skirt, too. It began at the top of her small ass, and ended only two inches below it. She would probably show herself off simply sitting down. The best part was her top. Susan's top was ideal for a girl with a size B or maybe C bra, but on the brunette, it looked ridiculous. It fit her torso pretty well, except for the fact that her tits were so huge. Her breasts were smashed together and up, and if the shirt was cut low enough they would probably explode out of it. She had a bit of trouble breathing, and being braless didn't help her out much, though it did leave nothing to the imagination, except what her breasts looked like unsmashed. I was wearing my standard Khakis, blue T-shirt, and tennis shoes.

We walked to the door, where people on the patio whispered or howled at our approach, depending on their gender or attitude. The party wasn't particularly wild, though there were some people who were too drunk to enjoy themselves. The music wasn't every loud, but it could be heard throughout the whole house. The girls split up and began to socialize. However, the brunette went up the stairs to the bathroom after asking where it was. I've never been to a party this size. I never really cared to be at one. However, I learned that the bathrooms did have lines at them. I stood next to the brunette. A guy entered the line right behind us, and I noticed him checking out the brunette. I bet he though she was an easy lay, but I might be her boyfriend. I decided to play with him a bit, while waiting in line. I turned the brunette towards me, and then rotated us slightly, so that her back was at about a 30 degree angle to the end of the line and the guy behind her could see her backside. I started to kiss her and rub her ass. The guy watched, though he tried to make it look like he wasn't. I pulled up the back of her skirt, and kept rubbing her naked ass.

I whispered in her ear, "Simon says, lick the fingers I place in front of your mouth so that they're lubed up." I kept rubbing her ass with one hand, but then pulled up one hand to her mouth, and she stopped kissing me long enough to lick my fingers for about fifteen seconds, until they were nice and wet, then we began to make out some more. I pulled the ass cheek I was rubbing away from the other, and put my other hand in a fist, but with my two wet fingers out (index and middle). The guy behind us watched without hiding the fact any more, and the guy behind him was now next to him, also watching. I slowly shoved my fingers as far into her ass as I could. She moaned into my mouth. I began to finger fuck her ass , and she moaned with every inward thrust. Someone left the bathroom and the line moved. We were now next in line. The girl who came out of the bathroom looked at what I was doing to the brunette, but she was also having a hard time remaining standing. She seemed disgusted, but she just kept going. I whispered in the brunette's ear "Simon says, masturbate until you're in the bathroom. Simon says, say, 'I love when you use me like a piece of whore meat, master! please fuck my ass really hard when we're in there!'. Simon says, say that loud enough that the people around us can hear you."

The brunette's right hand didn't hesitate in pulling her skirt up to her waist and getting to her snatch, and she immediately had two fingers in, thumb on her clit. She leaned back from our kissing, and said over the music, "I love when you use me like a piece of whore meat, master! please fuck my ass really hard when we're in there!", and then she simply got back to our making out, moaning into my mouth as I thrust my fingers into her ass. The guy behind me began asking me something, but then the bathroom door opened, the guy in there walked out. He stopped and watching in amazement what I was doing to the brunette. I ignored them both and simply shoved her(with my hand with fingers in her ass) into the bathroom roughly, and she fell over onto the floor, onto her elbows and knees, displaying her ass and pussy to everyone at the door. I stepped in behind her calmly and shut the door.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Simon says, while doing whatever you'll be doing in here, make sounds like someone's fucking you so hard that it hurts, and you're enjoying the pain and humiliation. Simon says, add in things about how you love when I pound your ass or use you like a slut, but be more creative than simply repeating that, making sure you refer to me as master every once in a while. Simon says, say something like that every fifteen to thirty seconds. Simon says, be noisy about it, but as though you were actually in the situation, not simply so that you're heard. Simon says, jump a bit, so it sounds like someone is fucking on the bathroom floor. Simon says, keep doing these things until I slap your ass ten times, at which time you will fix your skirt to cover your ass and pussy. Simon says, you will remain in the bathroom until I open the door, when you will follow me out, but walk a different direction than the one I go in. Simon says, when asked about what happened in the bathroom, reply that your master told you to be honest and to say that he fucked you in the ass if asked about it, and appear very embarrassed about it. Simon says, say that's all I told you to say, and say that you will say no more in case I hear you've said too much and decide to humiliate you further. Simon says, you will have no conscious memories of such conversations.". I sat on the rim of the bath-tub while she got up and started looking around.

"OH! AH! OW! Oh yes! I love when your huge cock fucks my tight ass! GAH! YES!" She began shouting, as she opened a cupboard to look into it while jumping up and down to noisily. She did that while looking around the bathroom for about three minutes, when she finally found a pair of toenail clippers. She used it to snip the neck of her shirt. She made a couple cuts, so that the fabric encircling the neckline was cut through completely. She had been continuing, "HOH! AH AH AH! Yes, use my slut ass, master! Yes! OW! OW!".

The fabric of the shirt wasn't quite as strong as I guessed, I could see the snip getting longer each time she bounced. I whispered in her ear again, "Simon says, beg me to let you drink my cum until the tenth slap has landed, then wait ten seconds and thank me three times for letting you.".

I slapped her ass hard and she yelped, the begged to drink my cum. Again. Again. Five more times. The rip was suddenly almost an inch long, and I though it'd simply explode her tits out if it got much longer than an inch, so I quickly slapped her ass a couple more times and she fixed her skirt, and paused. She thanks me for letting her drink my cum thrice, and we left the bathroom. A crowd had appeared at the door. All guys with giant grins. I ignored them and walked to the kitchen. One of the guys followed me there, and asked me about what that was all about.

I looked him in the eye, seriously, and told him, "My slave acted like she could make her own decisions so I fucked her ass where people would hear it, to remind her I make the decisions, not her." I got a drink and socialized for a while, staying in view of the door and ignoring any questions about what happened.

Then I saw the blond making way for me. Her face was full of confusion, with a hint of anger. "Is it true, what I'm hearing about Megan?!"

Right about then, ten feet away, the door was opened by a brunette girl in a black miniskirt who's huge tits were flopping out of a blue, torn shirt, and she was obviously embarrassed but not covering up. She ran outside, some people looking after her, but nobody following.

"Megan?!" said the blond with wide eyes as she stared at the door. She began to move to the door, so I stopped time.

"Megan," I began, " is my slave, and I told her to do that. You do not quite understand our alternative lifestyle, but you respect it enough not to interfere in any way with it. When asked about it, you will say that I have more slaves, too, but you will refuse to identify any of them for anyone, and you will not deny that you're one if that idea should come up. You will think nothing odd or out of place with those such conversations." I made my way around the house and found the tall one in the kitchen (I had missed her) and told her the same thing. I looked around for Susan, but had trouble finding her. It ended up she was sitting on the patio, in a corner by herself. She seemed sad. Anyway, I told her the same basic thing. I was headed back to where I was standing by the blond when I saw two familiar looking guys. I stopped to look at them. It took me a moment, but I finally recognized them as the same guys who I had Susan fuck their booze bottle.

I had some inspiration, then. I ran up to the second floor to find an empty room. There was one room that was locked. I'm not thief, so I really had no idea how to break into a room. As I was thinking that, though, I realized I have other ways into places. I got back in front of the blond and started time. I asked her who's party it was, and she lead me around until we found the girl throwing the party. She was a skinny girl like Susan, with blond hair and small A sized tits. I could tell she was fit and firm in her shorts and bikini top. It was obvious she had been swimming earlier, as her hair was still a little wet-looking. I asked what the locked room was, and she said it was her parent's bedroom. She could handle a mess in all of the house, but her parents had priceless heirlooms that she wouldn't risk having stolen or something. I stopped time.

"You will allow me and anyone of my choosing into your parent's bedroom. In fact, you will accompany me. You are now my slave, and will refer to me only as 'master'. You do everything and anything I tell or ask you to do, and you never lie to me. In your parent's bedroom, you will be completely neutral to anything and everything that happens. While in there, if you feel physical pain or anything, you will not display it in any way, and you will not say any words. However, you will move and make noises indicative of sexual pleasure as normal for any stimulus of that sort, even if that stimulus hurts. If someone plays with you sexually, you will move in response and against their force (so that, for example, you're pushing your pussy down onto someone's fingers when they're shoving their fingers up your pussy), and as though you love it. You will now go wait for me by your parent's locked room."

I went and found those two guys, and told them to go wait at the locked door upstairs. I then went and told Susan to meet me there too, as well as the same 'neutrality and no display of pain and no talking except for moving and making sexual sounds' thing as I told the girl throwing the party.

That was when I noticed a pale girl dressed in all black standing next to the fire place smoking. She was obviously a goth chick. I walked over to her and inspected her. She was very well proportioned, though. She had somewhere about C cups, and she was fairly skinny. I felt her up. She wasn't firm for her age, but she was still about as firm as the cop was. Another 7.5. Her hair was black and straight, but it was a black that was obviously died in. Her lip-stick was black, too. She was wearing a black T-shirt, black jeans, and black tennis shoes. Haha, she'll do nicely. I told her to say if she has a significant other, started time, she said "No.", and I stopped time again.

I used the time-stop and commanded her, "You have realized you're a lesbian. Given this realization, you want to have a lesbian encounter as soon as possible, but not here. Therefore, you will wait one hour, and then you will leave by foot. You will walk down the right side of the drive-way and look in all the cars on your way. If you see a possible lesbian encounter, you will take off your pants and underwear where you stand and pursue it, and you will stay there all night long. If others look questioningly at you, you will tell them the other girl in your encounter is your bitch, and loves sucking lesbian cunt. However, you will attempt to hide what's going on from passers-by."

I  went back to the blond, and told her to socialize elsewhere. I started time, and the blond wandered away. I went and stood at the bottom of the stairs. The two guys went up first. Soon after, the party thrower, then Susan right behind her, though neither knew the other was to accompany them on what was about to happen. I was last to the door, and the guys were talking with Susan like any other girl there. They did not remember what Susan did. Susan seemed worried, though. She was talking to them, but was only staying there because I told her to. As I got there, Susan looked at me hopefully.

"Susan, talk with these two nice gentlemen for a minute or two while I speak to our host."

She did, and I walked our host a couple feet over. Quietly, I asked if she had a camcorder or anything. She did, so I had her go get it. I waited for her there, ignoring Susan's looks. She came back with a camcorder, and we all entered the room. Our host stopped talking in mid sentence as she walked through the archway. I was last in. I shut and locked the door and looked at our host, who no longer wore a smile but had a completely neutral, relaxed face. The bedroom seemed very boring. It was large, and there were shelves with books and miscellaneous items on them, but nothing worth noting. The bed was king sized and had dark red blankets on it, two pillows tucked under them and in place. I looked at the hostess again.

"Go stand on the bed." I looked at Susan, "Go stand next to her." The two girls stood on the bed next to one another, relaxed and uncaring, facing me. I turned to the two guys. "OK, these are my two slaves. I will allow you each to play with their private parts as you wish, but you may not whip out your dicks until I say it's okay. Do you have that?

The two guys were confused a bit, and they asked me questions. I finally used my power to convince them I was serious, and they understood. I told them to wait until I give them the go.  I set the camcorder on the tripod and at the bed. It got the whole bed and the girls standing on it, and hit 'record'.

"Girl's, strip nude." I ordered. As Susan pulled her skirt down, lifted each leg, and flung it over the edge of the bed, the hostess untied the back of her bathing suit top and threw it at the same place. The boys were cheering and hooting. Susan took off her shirt as the hostess unbuckled and pulled down her pants, getting out of them and tossing them in the pile. Susan removed her bra and the other girl removed her underwear. All the clothes were in the pile, both girls nude and waiting with their arms to their sides. Susan had her clean shaven pussy and B cup breasts. The other girl did have smaller tits, and her nipples were puffy. Her pubic hair was shaved on the sides and on the pussy, so she had a trapezoidal bush ending right above her lips.

"Girls, get on your knees, sitting your ass down on the heels of your feet, the top of your feet flat against the bed. Spread your legs as far as you can while continuing to sit like that. Place your hands on the top of your head and spread your arms out wide, away from your body. Stay like that until I say otherwise." I turned to the boys and said, " Neither of these whores will say a word throughout this whole thing. Each of you gets to fondle a different one. Go.

"They each got next to one, and began fondling. The two girls watched them as they did. The guy next to Susan was Rubbing her clit and lifting/fondling her tits. Susan was responding as though it felt wonderful. The hostess got recognized as such, and the guy next to her seemed to hesitate. This one was the one who began touching Susan earlier, and the one who fingered her clit. I didn't expect that. He looked at me and asked, "I can do anything I want to?"

"Of course."

He began kissing our hostess, who kissed back as though she were desperate for his attentions. His left hand moved down to her crotch, and he began fingering her. She fucked his finger as he finger fucked her. His other hand began to fondle her butt. She was moaning in pleasure into his mouth. The guy next to Susan had already gotten three fingers into Susan's snatch, and she seemed like she was having a great time. She was ignoring everything except the fingers in her cunt and the hand on her tits.

"Girls," I began, "lay on your back. Place your legs about a foot to each side of your ass, and press your crotch up as far as you can. Use your arms and legs solely to hold your legs in place by the ankle. Keep your knees spread as far as you can." The girls complied with the order, and both were quite flexible. Each of their snatches were a couple inches above the level of their knees, the hostess' a bit higher. Susan's knees were about three feet apart, the hostess' seemed almost at a right angle from that of her body. They were the image of submission. Holding their most intimate organs high and open for their master without a second thought. Susan had four fingers inside her pussy, and was pumping and moaning as though loving it all. Her boy was also still massaging her tits, though anything beyond their snatches were hard to see at the camera's angle. The other boy was giving his girl the shocker. Two fingers form one hand in the pussy, pinky in the ass. Our hostess was pumping against that with lustful and open mouthed moans and sighs. The camera wasn't at the right angle, but I looked up and saw that the boy was also finger fucking the hostesses mouth. She was fellating the fingers in response.

That one then removed his two fingers from the hostesses cunt, and fingered her ass with his pinky. She was bucking against that as though it felt good, and he said something to his friend about the bitch loving it in the ass. He traded out his pinky for the two fingers that were just in her pussy, and she was bucking just as hard. He said something about her trying to rip her tight ass. I told him to take their assess slow. They love submitting, but they might not realize they're in any pain, due to all this attention. The guy playing with Susan then removed his fingers from her pussy, and placed two in her ass. She bucked against it with the same pleasure the hostess was. The girls were fucking the fingers with their assess as much as the fingers were fucking them, and they were moaning in pleasure, though the hostess' moans were muffled a bit.

I got an idea. I told the guys to wait along the wall. I told the girls to lie along the bed's length, each a different way, both on their backs, next to each other. They did, Susan laying with her head towards the head of the bed and on the far side, and the hostess towards the foot of the bed, closer to me. I told them to put their hand on the other one's belly and got in a position where their hands, when balled into a fist, rested on the other one's belly button. I told them each to raise their torsos a bit, and to put their right leg under the torso of the other at a right angle, then to lay back down. They managed it, thanks to their flexibility. I told them to wrap their left arm around the other one's shin, to keep their leg from moving, and to otherwise lay relaxed. I told them to spread their other leg as wide as they could. The hostesses leg was at a right angle, but Susan's was at about a 30 degree angle.

"Give each other the shocker, with your pinky in the other's ass, and your index and middle fingers in her pussy. Pump extremely hard." The girls did exactly that with their free hand, though their bucking with the pleasure was minimized due to their legs being trapped beneath the other. They moaned in pleasure, watching towards the camera. I took the camera onto the bed and stood above the girls. The hostess licked her lips with the pleasure, while Susan mostly moaned, sighed, 'oh'ed, and 'ah'ed.

"Add a finger to the pussy." I commanded. The command was followed without hesitation on either girl's part. They laid there, moaning, pleasing one another, and it looked like they'd orgasm soon. I waited a minute or two, but they never orgasmed. Their pleasure was completely show.

"The finger in the ass, move it to the pussy." I commanded, and each of them did exactly that. I waited a moment and leaned down to feel how wet their pussies were. They were both exceptionally wet. "Now add the thumb." They fucked each other with all of their fingers plus their thumb up to the last knuckle. They did it hard. They acted like they were in ecstacy, but I knew it was all an act. I very convincing one.

"Stop fucking the other like that, and simply, ever so slowly, shove your whole hand inside the cunt." They stopped fucking the other, and pushed their hand up to the last knuckle in.  With an occasional "Ooh" or "Ah", they twisted and pushed until their hand was in past those knuckles. It took about thirty seconds. They continued pushing. They got past the thumb's knuckle about thirty seconds later, and they seemed like they wanted even more. They were looking at the camera with lust, begging with their eyes for somebody with a huge cock to give them a wild fuck. Twenty seconds later, each of them had their entire hand inside the other one's pussy.

"Ball your hand into a fist, slowly." I could see their forearms flex a bit, and their pussies each moved from within as they moaned. One minute later, the moving stopped. "Fist fuck one another. Build up to it being rough."

I got off the bed, placed the camera's tripod on the giant chest at the end of the bed, and angled it towards the girls. I looked to the guys and told them they could play with the girls again. Each guy got the same girl as before, getting on the bed next to them, from that side of the bed. The girls had worked up to a thrust per three seconds. The guy with Susan began making out with her and rubbing some of her juices onto his left hand. He played with her tits with his other hand. The other guy was scooping the hostess' juices into his left hand as well. He was finger fucking her mouth (and her mouth returned the attention) with his other hand while sucking and licking her tits.

At about the same time, they each reached under the arm fucking their girl's pussy and inserted their middle finger into her ass. They finger fucked the girls' assess like that for a couple minutes, and the girls worked up to a thrust of their fist per second. The guys added a finger to the girls' assess, then. The girls seemed as though they were in heaven. If I hadn't commanded them to be this way, they'd probably have seemed more like they were in hell, but that wasn't relevant.

"OK, girls, pull your hands out, and sit on the side of the bed towards the door, the same side the camera was on." I moved the camera back were it was. The guys got out of the way and simply stood next to their girl. "Um... hostess... slave-slut-cunt-whore, whatever your name is, get in the center of the bed and face the head board on your knees. Make your knees a right angle, and put your upper body's weight on your outstretched arms. Arch your back as much as you can. There will be a dick placed in front of you, suck on it for ten seconds, being sure to get a lot of spit on it. There will be a second one, suck it off and swallow all the cum." She did as I said, and her arch was impressive.

I waved the guys up there, and they took off their pants. The one who had the hostess got in front of her and she sucked on him wetly for ten seconds. I had Susan come over to behind the camera and start sucking me off. The first guy got behind her, and I didn't have to tell him to put it in her ass. He began gentle, as the girl started sucking his friend off. Of course, she pressed back on his forward thrusts, and pulled away on his reverse thrusts, so he got into it quickly, and started pumping her ass madly, as she used her ass to pump his dick just as madly, moaning sweet pleasure onto his friend's dick. After a couple minutes, the guy in her ass came deep inside her.

I told the girl a correction, she will not finish the guy in her mouth and swallow it, but she will finish the other in her ass. The first guy got down and sat at the foot of the bed watching. I had the girl turn her ass to the camera so that it could see her get ass fucked. The second guy stuck it in deep and quickly, and the girl thrust onto his dick just as hard. They began fucking like animals, the girl loudly moaning while slamming her ass onto the thrusting dick. It was dirty and hard, balls-deep ass-fucking. Too bad that guy only lasted just over a minute. As I saw him getting close to cuming, I told the girl to turn around and jerk him off onto her face and tits. She did, and then just sat there all gooey, with what seemed a bucket-load of cum on her face and chest.

I stopped time and told the two guys that they would not speak of any of this for the rest of the night, and have only a vague recollection of the events that did not include me when they woke up in the morning. I told them to dress and leave. I told the girl to simply walk to her room in her current condition while wiping the cum on her face into her mouth, licking it up and swallowing greedily, and lay down on her bed face up to sleep for the night. She will wake up and have an undeniable urge to masturbate to orgasm, which will be the biggest orgasm of her life. She will fondle her jizz covered breasts and face knowing what the jizz is, but not realizing what that means until after her orgasm. She may then freak out about what might or might not have happened the previous night as she normally would. When she wakes up, she will have no memory of the events that occurred here until she receives a tape in the mail with an episode of some Saturday morning cartoon show on it. She will watch it in her room, alone and with her door locked, in the nude, legs spread, and be amused, but then the video I made just now will be on after the initial cartoon. She will watch the video in it's entirety, and masturbate the whole time. Even if she does not want to, she will masturbate, and she will not be able to leave her position. Her hand will simply work her mound, as she watches the whole video. She will then be preoccupied with the advice she gives herself during the last time the video shows her. She will then recall everything that happened to her during the video in it's entirety, and follow her own advice as best she can. That advice, which she will say to the camera right before leaving, is, "Seek out your master, he is everything to you."

I started time. The guys began dressing, and the girl gave herself the advice. The guys opened the door and walked out wholly dressed and with stupid smiles on their faces. The girl was right behind them, and the people in line for the bathroom had a myriad of reactions as she went to her room while eating the cum off of her own face and closed her door behind her. Girls were calling her 'tramp', 'skank', 'ho', and other, more inventive things, as were some of the guys, while some guys were congratulating the other two who walked out in front of her. I stopped paying attention. I shut and locked the door. Susan had sucked my cock hard, after the time stop, by then.

I pushed her away so that she was looking me in the face, with her own neutral face. I turned the camera to her, and told her she could then talk.

"Susan," I asked, "when I was fucking the brunette in the ass, in my store, were you jealous of her?"

"Yes, I was.", said Susan, matter of factly.

"Would you prefer I fucked you in the ass?"

"Yes, I would have then."

"Do you want to get fucked in the ass?"

"No."

"Not even by me?"

"Well, I would like you to fuck me. If it's in the ass, at least then you're paying attention to me."

"I'm going to ignore you until we get back to my home, though you might get me to spend some attention on you, but only if you convince me to fuck you in the ass, and I will only pay attention to you while fucking your ass. I will then ignore you as originally planned. Oh, you may act non-neutrally, now."

Susan immediately began begging me to fuck her ass, "Please fuck my ass!  Fuck my ass as hard as you like, and I'll even push back on you as you do! Please don't ignore me! I need you! I love you! I want you to fuck my ass so that I get to be with you! My ass is ready for you! I'll make it the best thing you ever felt!" She kept begging like that as she hugged my leg. When it looked like that wasn't convincing me, she turned the camera towards the bed and got on it with her legs spread, back-arched. Her chest and head were on the bed, and her hands were behind her pulling her ass-cheeks apart. She looked at me and continued begging, "See, I'll even be like that stupid bitch was! My ass is open for you! My ass was made to be fucked by your beautiful dick!"

I held my hand up for her to be quiet, and she stopped begging with hope in her eyes, though still obviously worried I'd deny her request. I said, "I will only fuck your ass if you promise to slam your ass back on my dick like that girl was doing to the guy, as hard as you can. That's not an order so that you'd have to do it anyway, but something of your choice."

"Yes, oh yes, I will!"

I got behind her and placed my head against her asshole. She shoved her ass back against my dick, and it got almost all the way in. "Harder, bitch!" I shoved in and she shoved back, getting it all the way. She was crying from the pain more than from fear of my stopping paying attention to her. I pulled most of the way out, and shoved back in, to which she shoved her ass back at me, but not hard. "I said hard! One more try, whore!" I pulled back, and then shoved in, and she began to shove back hard, but then I think I hit something inside her due to the angle, and she jumped forward. I do not accept excuses, though. She tried to bury my dick deep in her ass again, but I was pulling out.

She began shouting something about fucking her ass, please. She was waving her ass in the air, still spread out by her hands. It was no use. I told her if she wasn't in the car by the time I left, that would suck for her, because I'm ignoring her because she did not uphold her promise. I got dressed and stopped time. I told Susan to go dress and sit in the corner away from me, where  she will remain until we leave the room. She will then go to the car, so that I don't leave her here, away from me. I went downstairs and found the blond, who's breasts I fondled as I spoke to her frozen form. I told her to go into the room upstairs and to get nude. I told her what position Susan was in, and told her to get into it on the bed after disrobing. I told her not to say a word, though to make sounds of pleasure as I fucked her ass. I also told her to slam her ass up into my dick on every stroke of mine as hard as she could. I went back upstairs to the room and started time again. In about half a minute, the blond was up there. I locked the door behind her, and she immediately stripped and got into that position.

She was facing away from the camera with her legs spread, her chest and head on the bed, back arched. She was pulling her ass-cheeks apart hard. Susan dressed and sat in the corner, facing away from me and the blond. I still had the lube from back in the store, so pulled off my pants and got on the bed over the blond. I lubed up my dick and pressed it against her asshole. She slammed her ass up as high as it would go and I thrust downward, and I was jammed all the way in. I pulled back a bit and she went back down. I pressed in, and she slammed her ass up so that my dick slammed into her ass. She was "Oh"ing with every thrust, and we picked up pace until I was fucking her ass  at least as hard and fast as the other girl was doing. This was a hard and dirty, balls-deep anal beating. Her ass was getting pounded the hell out of, and I lasted for six minutes or so, thanks to all the orgasms I've been having. She sounded like she was having a blast, and even looked it. I glanced at my dick, and it had some pink smeared on it. Her ass must have been bleeding, as I was pounding the damn out of it. I kept going, and she just kept slamming her ass up into me with all the force she could in that position. I came deep in her ass.

I walked over to the camera and put my dick up to it. I let it adjust and focus on my dick. I said, "That is your future, slave." and shut off the camera.

 

End Part 4

My Awakening

 

Part 5

 

As I approached my car, I saw Susan in the driver's seat. She was crying softly. I was proud of conquering her, a feeling I had never expected. I could see a black haired girl in the back. It was the goth girl. She was shaking her head slowly. I could now make out her pants near the back door of my car. Surprisingly, nobody else was around. I guess nobody noticed the pants or that there was the brunette, Megan, eating out the gothic chick while fingering her own ass. I guess Megan has gotten good at that, as the gothic chick looked like she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

I had the tall one sit in the front, and the blond sit in the back, her on my left, me in the center, the gothic chick with Megan between her legs taking most of the right. I paused time and implanted suggestions so that none of them would think anything odd about anything going on during the car drive, except for Susan, who I wanted, for some reason, to be wholly aware of the odd things happening. I told her to drive to my place. She knows where I live, but not because she's ever been there. She simply drives by every once in a while, and which house was mine has come up in our conversations at work.

As much fun as I was having with Megan, I decided she had done enough work for tonight, "Megan, stop eating out this goth, and sit where your friend is to my left, she will trade you spots."

I stopped time long enough to tell the blond to eat out the gothic chick until we got to my place. She would be unable to stop even to speak until the car stopped in my garage, at which time she will get out of the car silently and completely forget about what she had done while in the car, and not care that she'd forgot. I also gave directions to various rooms in my house, and told each girl to go to a particular room and go to sleep when we got there. They would sleep until I woke them up. I also added to the goth that she would ignore anything I did to her. I started time.

As Megan got up to sit down where the blond was, the blond was forced to crawl over me to get to the goth. They eventually got to their traded positions, though. The blond's ass was pointing towards the middle of the car, though, so I pulled her skirt down to her knees, revealing her pert, shapely rear. I turned to Megan, "Simon says, slap the blond's ass, switching cheeks, hard enough to leave a mark each time, until we stop in my garage."

I watched the brunette slap the blond's ass, the blond groaning into the goth's snatch each time, for a good couple minutes. Then I looked at the goth. She was completely shaved. She had joined the conversation between the brunette and the tall one. Apparently, they know each other from some class or another, and simply never talked until now. I stopped paying attention, and pulled the goth's shirt up. I imagined her lifting her arms, which she did, and I slid it up over her head and off. She was wearing a black bra. What is it with these people? Black's cool and all, but did she expect people to look at her bra? Anyway, I removed that, and I threw both it and her shirt out the window. She won't need clothes any more, anyway.

That's when I realized I really let this power go to my head. What if I woke up and it was gone? What if it stopped in a couple minutes? Well, I decided, I'd be in trouble either way, so I may as well live it up. Every time the brunette slapped the blond's ass, I slapped the goth's breasts, alternating with the brunette's alternating. They bounced and jiggled each time. They were already very pale, so it didn't take much for them to begin turning red. She gasped or groaned each time I slapped one. I made a game out of it. I would slap them from a different angle, and on a different part, to see if I could get them nice and pinkish red all the way around, stopping at where her tits met up with the rest of her torso.

The drive went by rather quickly, maybe because I had found a way to distract myself. I managed to get her tits how I wanted, though the color wasn't very even, but was blotchy. We were nearing the top of my drive-way, passing by a police cruiser, so I reached to the front seat and pushed the button on my remote garage door opener. The right side garage door opened, and Susan pulled in. When she shut off the car, the girls rearrange themselves and got our of the car. They walked to the door into the house that was a couple feet from the right side of the car, and I let them into my house. After they got inside, I shut the door behind them, and walked around the car.

In the center of the left side of the garage was the police woman. She was kneeling with her legs spread wide. Her arms were also spread wide, hands on top of her head. She was completely nude, and just looking at me.

"Why are you here, slave?"

"You... you commanded it, and I was compelled, Master. May I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why are you my Master? I mean, I know you're my master, I'm not questioning that, but I've never met you before today.." as she talked, I walked over to in front of her, and kneeled down to look her in the eye, "so how did this happen? I've never been a... a... submissive woman, before, but this is just.... well... this is simply the way it is, and I was wondering if you would be able to clear up my confusion over this."

"Well," I said, as I began to play with her pussy as she simply looked at me, "I am a certain kind of person. Sometimes people see that. You saw that. You truly wish to be dominated by me. You are nothing except in serving me. I'm the kind of guy who makes people realize their role in life. Your role is as a servant, and you didn't know that until you met me. Since I'm a nice guy, I allowed you to serve specifically me. You are my slave, now."

"Thank you for letting me serve you, master."

"Your welcome."

She began turning flush, and moving her mound as I rubbed.

"Why are you so quite, slave? Do you not enjoy this?"

She looked apologetic, avoiding my eyes, and said, "No, I do enjoy this, Master."

"Then why are you so quite? From now on, when I'm stimulating your private parts, you will be loud. You will ask for more, and elaborate, being as crude as you can think to be. Also,  you will call your pussy nothing aside 'cunt', your ass nothing but 'ass', and your breasts nothing but 'tits', from now on. You will never stop me from doing anything to you."

"Master, please keep fingering my cunt!I love when you rub my cunt like that! Oh, please, PLEASE, keep rubbing!..." She continued like that the whole time I was massaging her snatch. Then I realized what my exact words were for that last command, so I tested something. I slapped her pussy hard enough to leave a hand print, and watched her. Her face scrunched up like she was in pain, but she cried out, "Yes, Master, slap my cunt again!"

"Haha," I stopped playing with her and sat back on my foot, kneeling, "Good, slave. Tell me about your night after you left my car."

"Well, Master, at first it was all I could think about. What had happened, I mean. It all felt so natural. No, supernatural. I even considered masturbating when I got in the shower at the station, but immediately realized how unlike me that was, and tried to push it out of my head until I got here. I didn't pull anyone else over, but nobody was doing anything severe enough to worry about, anyway. When I was about to leave the station for here, though, one of my friends walked out at the same time I did. He asked me how my night went, and... and I... well, I told him. He though I was joking at first, but I insisted it was true. He told me not to tell anyone else, or I could get in serious trouble, but his advice was only that, not an order from my master."

She seemed kind of proud when she said that last sentence, but also kind of sad. I said to her, "Well, now that you're here and I'm certain you know your role, I'll allow you to not tell anyone about that, but you will move out of where you live now, and bring... wait, do you own a home, or what?"

"I live in an apartment, Master."

"Okay, you will move out of your apartment, and I will give you quarters here. You will be able to move your things into the basement, which will be your living space. If anyone asks you anything about it, tell them that you're moving in with your master. You do not have to give them any details about our relationship if you don't want to, but you will refer to me as only 'Master'. You can elaborate on what you choose if they ask questions, though."

"Yes, Master. Do you have room for a cat?"

"Hrm... I'll allow you to keep your cat, but it must never go to the second floor. If it does, you're the one who will be punished."

"Yes, Master, that's only fair. Can I ask you another question?"

"Shoot."

"It's a little cold in here, Master. Could we go inside, or something?"

"Hrm... Tell you what, I'm going to make you earn entrance into your Master's home."

"Yes, Master, anything for you."

"I'm going to give you a choice. You must make the choice in under one minute. If you do not, you will be forced to do both. Slave, You must either slap your tits as hard as you can for ten minutes, or get fucked in the ass for ten minutes. The minute starts now."

She looked at me for a moment. She seemed a bit scared, "Master, why must I be hurt?"

"You're my slave, and these are the options I gave you. If I wanted you to know my reasons for them, I'd tell you. If you question me in that manner ever again, I will hurt you more than I would have otherwise."

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry.", she said, as she seemed to get a bit more scared and worried.

"Choose, slave, your time is lapsing."

"Master, I absolutely hate anal sex, so... I guess I'll slap my tits.", She looked at me, worried, waiting for the command.

"Slave... slap your tits as hard as you can for ten minutes. The clock's over there on the wall, time yourself."

She moved her hands from her head, and began slapping her tits, one at a time, with each hand. She could muster some force, it looked. Her tits bounced hard with each slap, and she was crying in under half a minute. Her tits were already getting pretty red. I walked around her and looked at her ass closely. It was bruised from earlier, but not very badly. There were simply some yellowish green patches. I got low to avoid getting in the way of her arms, and spread her ass-cheeks apart. Her asshole didn't look harmed at all. I walked back around to her other side, and leaned against my car as I watched. Her tits were getting a very bright red.

They began to get splotches on them when I decided to test something. I walk up to her and kneeled, again. I slapped her pussy.

*Sniff* "Yes, Master!" she screeched between her tears, "Again!" I did it again, and she said something about how she loved getting her cunt slapped, even though it was obvious from her face that, while she was already crying with a face screwed up in pain, it hurt. I slapped her cunt quickly and repeatedly for about twenty slaps, which was probably about 15 seconds, and she kept telling me how much she loved it and wanted more. Each slap she would reflexively move away and up. Though, due to her orders, she would get right back in place. I got back up and leaned against my car again.

A couple minutes later, she stopped, and put her hands back on top of her head. I was hard, again. Even though I was sore from all I've done already, I was hard. She was crying rivers, with giant red and purple tits, and all I could think about was how I was going to fuck her. I waited for her crying to stop. She looked at me, waiting.

"Slave?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Do you want to get fucked?"

"No, Master. I just want to get inside." She looked a bit worried.

"Because you slapped your tits like that, I will fuck your pussy instead of your ass."

"Yes, Master."

"You may exit that position." She stood up and looked around. "Slave, sit on my car's hood."

She walked past me and sat on the hood of my car, legs together, hands to her sides for balance.

"Slave, scoot forward until your ass is only half on the hood, and lean back onto your elbows. Spread your legs as wide as you can while maintaining the position of your ass."

She did as I said, and I took off my pants and underwear. I walked up to between her legs, and pressed my dick against her snatch. She was dry, and I couldn't get in. I imagined her getting wet, and stood looking at her tits for a moment afterward. They looked very tender. I imagined they'd be two lumps of bruise by the time I woke up in the morning.

I tried to press my dick against her slit, again, and I popped right in. She was exceptionally wet. Soon after, she began screaming about how she loved my dick in her cunt, and that she wanted more of it, harder, deeper. I started fucking the hell out of her, as she simply continued yelling about how much she loved it and wanted it to continue.

It took me a while, but I got close to orgasm. I asked her, "Slave, did you enjoy swallowing my cum earlier?"

"No, Master! Pound my cunt harder with your dick! But I did everything I could to swallow it all anyway...". She continued the way I told her to, like that.

"Get on your knees and suck my dick, slave." I pulled out of her and she slid off my car onto her knees. She took my dick into her mouth like before, and she retained the skills I gave her. I came down her throat, and she held my dick deep when I did. She tongued it for a while, then pulled away and looked up at me.

"Master, may we go inside, now?"

"Sure.", I said to her. I put my pants back on and led her inside.

My house is a bi-level one, and the door from the garage went into the bottom floor. The stairs to the basement were about seven feet to the left as we walked in. I pointed to it, and said that's where she'd be living.

"Master, am I to go to bed now? I have to be to the station by noon."

"Yes, I'll take you down to prepare your room."

My basement was about twenty by thirty feet, and it had the clothes washer and dryer, some laundry hampers near them, and a spare couch in the center with a television in an entertainment center across from it against the wall. There was a pool table behind the couch, the Que sticks on the left and nearest wall. I kept the TV hooked up to the cable, as my friends and I sometimes came down here to play pool. When my mother moved out, she took most of her things, so that was all that remained. I tossed a pillow onto the pool table.

"You will sleep on the pool table, spread eagle."

"Of course, Master, but my boss would like us all to be very fresh tomorrow. I think you should know that, in case you would reconsider given that knowledge." she said, as she began climbing onto the pool table.

"It is good that you told me that. You may use a blanket."

"Thank you, Master."

I went through my hampers to find a clean blanket. After a couple minutes, I found a clean comforter, and threw it over her body, but not her head. She lay spread eagle, watching me. I turned the light off as I left the basement.

I got to the initial room we entered, and was sorry for having a mortal penis. It was very raw, as I could feel it rub against my boxers. I began wishing it would heal by morning. Right then, it stopped hurting. Just to be sure, I pulled down my pants and boxers, and looked at it. It was in perfect condition! It even looked a bit bigger. I was ecstatic, and decided to go to my room.

My room was on the top floor, and to the left of the bathroom door, which was right in front of you as you get to the top of the stairs. I got into my room, and the goth girl was sleeping cuddled up with the tall one, both of them nude, just as I commanded earlier. I stopped time.

"Girls, you will remain unconscious regardless what I do to you, or make you do, but you will do everything I tell you to. Your eyes will remain closed the whole time. Now, each of you roll over and spread out your arms and legs." The girls did just that, their near arms and legs overlapping, slowly, as if rolling over in their sleep. "Now, goth bitch, pinch your nipples, and pull them away from you to stretch out your tits. Tall girl... finger both of you and play with your clits."

The goth girl grabbed her nipples and pulled them up towards the ceiling without hesitation or remorse, even if she did do it slowly. Her tits were like cones, and it was obvious she was in pain from the grimace on her face, as though having a bad dream. The other girl began playing with each of their snatches as ordered. I watched for a couple minutes, then the goth had an orgasm. It was weird watching a sleeping girl orgasm, as she didn't really react to it except to smile and move her hips slightly as she moaned.

"Goth, lean your head back, and open your mouth as wide as you can. Tall girl, you stop what you're doing, and eat out the goth bitch. By the way, your name is now 'Slut'."

As the tall one slowly got between the goth girl's legs and began to eat her out, the goth leaned her head back and opened her mouth, as ordered. Slut was on her knees leaning down into the goth's snatch, eating away. She was using her hands to hold the goth's pussy lips out of the way. I had a great view of her ass, as it rested on her heels while she worked. I was hard again.

"Slut, get one of your hands' really juicy with the gothic bitch's pussy juices."

I walked around the scene, disrobing. When I was nude, I walked on the bed, over to above the goth chick, and kneeled down above her head, "Goth bitch, you will do your damnedest to accept my cock down your throat." I told her, as I shoved my dick down her throat. She did a wonderful job accepting it, and I began to throat fuck her. Her throat was nice and tight, and she was making slight noises that amplified the feeling. I could tell it was hard for her to breath. I shoved my dick deep down her throat and kept it there. I could feel her resisting the urge to choke my dick out of her mouth. There's only so much a mind can do against the baser needs of the body, though, and she began to choke, but she did not move a muscle to get out of the way. I pulled out, and watched her chest heave, as she held her tits like cones, still. My chest was right above her tits. After her coughing fit I shoved my dick back down her throat and kept it there. I said to her, "Bitch, you will wake up, but you will continue doing everything I say and you will be unable to move unless told to. You will also be unable to speak or resist anything done to you."

I waited until she was choking again, and I pulled out and looked at her face. She was still pulling on her tits, holding her head back and mouth open, not moving at all. However, her eyes were open. She was looking at me, and tears were flowing around her head and onto the bed. My dick was nice and wet with her saliva and throat mucus. I got up, and she followed me with her eyes until I was out of sight.

As I walked around the bed, to the foot where Slut's ass was sticking out, I said, "Slut, using the hand with all that juice on it, finger the bitch's asshole with your index and middle fingers. Do it hard and fast." I heard the goth bitch sigh a little, as I positioned my dick at Slut's asshole. I pushed in slowly. I could tell her ass was a virgin one. It was tight, and I was having a hard time getting it in, even though I was so hard. She made some noises into the bitch's cunt as I pushed deeper. After about a full minute, I was in to the hilt. I moved out slowly, only about an inch, then I pushed slowly back in. Her ass had such a grip on my dick, I had never felt such a great ass. I continued with that, out slowly, in slowly, going a bit further out each time. After about five minutes of it, I thought I was getting close, so I slid it all the way in and let it rest there.

"Bitch, pull your tits harder. Slut, add a finger to her ass." I heard the goth chick groan, but then she was silent. I moved around just enough to stay hard while I spanked Slut a bit. I reached over Slut, and could barely reach the goth bitch's tits. I slapped them lightly for a while, just to get them a little pink. That took about another five minutes. I began to slam in and out of Slut, and I could hear her whimper into the gothic cunt. I got it deep and rested for a bit again. I moved so that I'd stay hard, but mostly just watched.

As I watched, I heard the goth bitch start to moan a bit. She was having another orgasm! That gave me an idea. I said, "Slut, whenever I say 'fuck', you will have an orgasm." I pulled slowly out of her ass, and slammed back in, yelling, "Fuck!". Her ass tightened on my dick, and her whole body was quivering slightly. That faded away in about twenty seconds. I did it again, with the same results. For uncounted minutes, I just kept slamming my dick up her ass and shouting 'fuck' to make her orgasm. Every time, her orgasm lasted longer, and she moaned louder into the cunt she was servicing. It got to the point her orgasms were lasting over a minute each, and juice was simply dripping onto my bed from her snatch, creating a puddle.

I stopped, and slowly fucked her ass. I was so ready to come, that any more of that would do it. In fact, if I didn't cum soon, I'd probably have gotten blue balls. I just kept myself on edge, using her ass. Then the goth girl had another orgasm. I pulled out of Slut's ass and walked around to sit on the head of the bed, and looked at the goth girl. Until she noticed me, her eyes made it seem like she was really into what was happening. Then, when she saw me, she looked angry and worried.

I said to her, "You must be kinky, huh? Well, as much as you like what she's doing, did you know I was just fucking her ass?" Her eyes got even more angry and worried as I positioned myself like earlier, above her, with my dick right in front of her face. I pushed it down to be right on her nose, then shoved it down her throat. As before, she was avoiding choking on it. I pulled out enough for her to breath, then fucked her throat roughly.

"Slut, bite this bitch's clit!" I watched as Slut moved her head above the snatch, used her free hand to open it wide, then bared her teeth and dove down onto it. She was biting the clit hard, too. "Keep biting, just be sure not to damage it to the point it won't heal back fine. In fact, chew a bit!" The bitch was gurgling on my dick.

"Goth bitch, you press your tits down towards yourself, then use all your might pulling the nipples back up. Repeat that until I tell you to stop." She began doing just that, and I fucked her throat as hard as I could. "Bitch, when you're done having your next orgasm, lay down as you were before I came in and sleep." I came down the bitch's throat. I came what seemed buckets. She choked, but I kept coming. By the time I pulled out, she was getting a blue hue to her face, and she was gasping for air.

"Slut, fuck. Goth girl, stop doing that to your tits and put your arms to your sides. You my rest your head and mouth." Slut came for a minute or so, then curled up next to the goth bitch and lied there. The goth stopped pounding her breasts and stared at me, horrified. She choked a couple times and just stared at me.

"You are my slave. You will forever do anything and everything I tell you to do, no matter what. Sleep, and act as I just said from now on, remembering what happened here when you wake up." She immediately went to sleep, and I lay down next to her. I thought about some things, but didn't have any particularly lucid thoughts before falling asleep.

 

End Part 5

My Awakening

 

Part 6

 

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my doorbell. It was being rung repeatedly, though I wasn't quite aware of the time between each ring. I got out of bed and put on my boxers. Slut was cuddling up to the goth girl, who was still laying as when I made her go to sleep the night before. Or early that morning. Yeah. I made my way down the stairs to the door. There was a man's silhouette on the shade on the door's window. I got to the door and opened it. It was my father.

He was dressed in the same manner as he was in my memories, but he was shorter. No, I was taller. Things were getting less foggy. He was in a business suit, and had a stupid grin on his face. His hair was short and combed like a news reporter's. He just kept looking at me. What was he doing here? Why had he come back here after... ten? ... No, I was in first grade, it's been sixteen years. He looked exactly the same. No grey, no wrinkles, no unsightly nose hairs, nothing. I punched him.

The whole event happened before I realized that it had. My hand was in pain, and he fell one step back with his head to the side.  He took his position back where he was, and said, "I'm sorry I've been gone this whole time, son, but I've been busy. You'll understand after we eat some breakfast."

"You have no right to be here, father." I began, "You left when I was a small child. You left my mother all alone to raise me. You took no part in my life greater than to see that I was born, and you left soon after!"

"Son, I'm about to tell you some things you're going to have to be sitting for. If you're anything like I was at your age, there's a couple girls here who would be more than happy to cook us some breakfast. I'd wager one of them is a police woman. I understand your anger. I'd be angry, too. If you want, I'll leave after we talk, but we absolutely must talk."

"What do you know about 'a couple girls'?"

"Son, let's talk over some eggs and toast."

I let my father in and had him sit at the dinning room table. I told him I'd be back with my cook and headed down to the basement. On my way, I checked the time on a wall clock. It was eight o'clock in the morning. I got down to the basement, where the police woman was sleeping on the pool table. She was still spread out, with each hand and foot over a corner pocket. I lightly shook her awake.

"Slave, do you know how to cook well?"

She sat up on the table with the blanket falling around her waist, she leaned back on her arms. Her tits had huge blue/green splotches all over them. "Yes, Master. I've been living by myself for a while, and have gotten quite good at cooking. Do you want some breakfast?"

"Yes. Follow me up to the kitchen and make a breakfast for both me and my father." I turned to go up the stairs, and she got off the table and began following me.

"Master, I'm nude. Shouldn't I dress for your family?"

"No. I have a feeling he already knows about the status of our relationship. I also think he's here to elucidate something relevant to it, though I don't know what."

"Yes, Master."

From the flight of stairs from the room to the garage, you immediately enter the kitchen. Past the kitchen is the dinning room. My father was in the far chair, and looked up from some paper work he had apparently brought with him in his briefcase. As he saw me, he looked past me. When the police woman came into view, I could see him grin and get a curious look on his face. He looked back to me, and motioned towards her midsection with his eyes and a slight nod of his head. I presumed he was questioning me about the state of her tits. I sat down across from him, and the police woman began looking around the kitchen for what she needed to start her task.

"I honestly don't know how to begin explaining that, father. I was hoping you were here to fill me in."

"You mean you did not do that to her, or have someone else do it to her?"

"Well, I had her do it to herself. I don't really know why, though. Last nigh..."

"Master, what would you and your father like to drink?" I heard her ask from behind me.

I turned to look at her, but before I could say anything, I heard my father say, "Get me some orange juice, sweety." She was next to the fridge with two glasses, and she was trying her best to cover herself up with her arms and the positioning of her legs while still doing her best job with service. She opened the fridge, which also gave her a small door to hide behind for a moment.

"I'll have some milk." I said to her. "You have nothing to hide in front of my father, so stop trying."

She finished poring the two glasses full and shut the door, moving so that she was not covering herself. Her face was a very bright red, but she just continued working on the food. I turned back around.

"I compliment your taste, son." said my father, watching the cook. "Is this the police woman?"

"Yes. She pulled me over last night, and I... I... made her my slave. It was all very natural. Thinking back on it today, It seemed too natural for me, too easy. I mean morally, not in difficulty. I was just... fine with it. I just.... bent her to my will."

My father chuckled, "Yes, it's creepy for a while. Anyway, I suppose I should start; Do you remember your grandfather?"

"No, he died before I was born. At least, that's what I was told."

He chuckled again, "Yes, he was dead before you were born, in a way. In a way, he was dead before even I was born. Before I was conceived. You see, your grandfather was an angel. Don't scoff at that, yesterday ought to be enough to open your eyes a bit. Do you at least recall his name?"

"No."

"Your grandfather was called 'Bob'. That, however, was not his true name. Bob's true name was 'Bezzlebub'."

"Father, I may not be the most mythologically rehearsed, but I vaguely recall a name like that one. However, that was the name of a devil. You said grandfather was an angel, though."

"Oh, he was an angel. Then there was war. Angels fighting angels. The aetherial realms were alight with holy fires, terran magics, and the manipulators of each. Every religion has a different story for it, but the way it happened is quite different from those ways. Your grandfather is an angel bound to the physical realm of the universe. You see, the angels had been prohibited from using the material magics, as they were seen to corrupt the purity of what we'll call 'heaven', for lack of a better term. Some angels, however, didn't understand the banning of such magics..." My father got interrupted as a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast were placed before him, though the food wasn't what distracted him. He was looking at her tits. She was obviously embarrassed, though he seemed simply amused.

As she placed my plate in front of me, I told her to make something for herself and to join us.

"Master, you father is getting distracted by me. Are you sure it's appropriate for me to distract such an important discussion?"

Even though she began working on some more food, I told her, "I already told you not to question me. You'll do as I say, and I'll deal with your mistake later."

Her eyes opened wide, "I'm sorry, Master. I'll try harder next time. I was simply concerned about your discussion." She continued cooking.

I looked back to my father and began eating. He was smiling that stupid grin again, but continued, "To make this very long story very short; Angels began using earthly magics out of curiosity and rebellion. The traditional angels saw that it was damaging their home, and began to fight those who cared so little about it. Earthly magic actually did harm heaven, but heaven was not the ideal paradise it's made out to be by religions. It was a place of strict order and law, a bureaucracy, pure and simple. It was full of red tape and redundant politics. Though, the traditionalist angels outnumbered the rebels, and banished them to this, the physical, realm. Your grandfather was one of those original rebels."

"So... you're saying that I inherited my... my power... through an angelic blood-line?"

"In a sense, yes. Having such a blood-line hones you in on that such magics exist, it allows you to notice them to begin manipulating them in the first place. That, however, does not explain it all. Your intuition for the arcane did not develop when I expected it would, which was why I left. I had more important things to get to. However, when you awakened, I knew. I got on the first plane here, this morning to talk with you."

The cook sat down in the seat on the left side of the table, the side facing the living room, so that she was actually looking out the back door. Her plate had eggs and toast, but no bacon. She trembled as she began eating, obviously very embarrassed about being so exposed, probably not knowing what to make of her whole situation.

"So I 'Awoke' late?" I asked, turning back to my father.

"Yes, but you did it very quickly, too. You can stop time, correct?"

"Yes."

"Nobody, not man, angel, or inbreed, can do that. You're the only one. You must choose your path. We'll be watching you. I hope you choose the right path." My father had already put his papers away, and was getting up from the table staring at the cook's tits. "It looks to me as though you've been giving in to the appropriate passions. Your path may allow us all to go back into our homeland. Keep practicing, and be true to yourself."

My father left. I wanted to call him back to the table, to ask him questions, but I had so many that I couldn't think of which to ask first. He had left and was gone before I even noticed my slave was picking up the table. I was angry. My father came by out of nowhere, handing me some nigh unbelievable story about my heritage that, had anyone else heard it, they would instantly assume it was hog-wash, and left before I could ask him all the questions I had. Not to mention all the ones I've been storing up from the rest of my life. On top of all that, my slave had questioned me in front of him! I couldn't quite figure out why, but that was the most angering thing that had happened the whole time. That seemed wholly counterintuitive, but that was reality, not a fairy tale someone out of my distant memories was telling me.

I waited for the table to be cleared. When she had begun washing the dishes I got up and pushed my seat to the side of the table. I commanded, "Slave, get over here and place each of your feet against these nearest two table legs, then lean over the table and remain in that position until I tell you to stop. Grab the sides of the table as far away as you can."

"Master, is this my punishment? Well, is this the beginning of it? I truly am sorry for questioning you." She said as she walked over to the table and did as I told her to. Her feet were about four feet apart to touch the table legs, and her waist was at just the right place for her to bend over the table. She groaned a bit when she put her weight on her tits.

"You can be sorry all day long, but that won't punish you for disobeying."

"I understand, Master."

I walked back upstairs, to the spare room, and the blond and brunette were sleeping together, nude, in the middle of the empty room. The sun was shining on them. I stopped time long enough to tell the blond that she would do anything I told her to do without question, and that she was my slave, she would refer to me as only 'Master' or 'Sir'. I also told them not to say anything until I gave them permission. I started time back up.

"Wake up!"

The girls moved and one of them groaned. They rubbed their eyes and got up off the floor. For a moment they looked at me, half awake. Some of the implanted commands I gave them yesterday was that they would not act worried at all about being nude. I realized that meant they might actually be uncomfortable. They may even be mentally freaking out, but they would not act that way, and they both had commands to do whatever I said, now. I did notice that they were each very flushed. Possibly due to embarrassment.

"Look at the windows," they did, " and notice the blinds. On each of them there is a thin plastic rod. It's the one that spins, making the blinds open or close. You will each remove one and bring it with you." I waited for them to get the rods down, which was fun, as they strained a bit and the blond fell down when it snapped off. I had them follow me to the dining room, and I grabbed my pocket watch from my room on the way. They each blushed more seeing the woman bent so crudely over the edge of the table.

I had the blond stand to the cop's left, and the brunette to the right. I set the watch on the counter so that both the girls could see it.

"Alright, girls, watch this pocket watch. Brunette, when five seconds after I tell you to begin, whip this woman's ass as hard as you can, and do it again every ten seconds thereafter. Blond, you do the same, but begin ten seconds after I tell you to begin."

I sat where my father had, so that I could see the cop's face, as well as the two girls who would be whipping her do their jobs.

"Master, how long will this go on?" The cop asked, looking at me with a worried expression. I did not answer her.

"Begin."

I watched the brunette, who was watching the watch in turn. A couple moments later, she raised the make-shift cane over head and brought it down on the cop's ass. I could hear it 'swosh' through the air, and land with a loud 'SWIP' noise as it landed. The brunette's tits jiggled all over with the motion. Before she even pulled the cane back, the police woman screeched with an inward breath, She bit her bottom lip as she began breathing harder. I looked at the mark that was left, and it was an obvious red strip across both cheeks. I smiled, "Never question me, slave."

'swosh-SWIP', said the blond's cane, and the police woman began to cry. I got up and walked into the living room. I heard another whipping as I sat down and turned on the TV. The cop cried harder, but I just watched TV.

After about ten minutes, I turned off the TV and walked back into the dining room. I walked around the corner just in time to see the brunette bring her cane down on the cop's ass. The cop was crying harder then I'd ever heard a woman cry. I walked around the blond to behind the cop, and watched the blond bring down her cane. The cane was brought down onto an ass with more dark red stripes across it than could be told apart, and some of them were bleeding.

"Stop, girls. Blond, get on the floor five feet behind the cop, face up. Brunette, get over her. Both of you, sixty nine."

The two girls did exactly as I told them to. I watched for a bit, then went up to the bathroom. I got the cleaning alcohol and a rag. I went back down, and I heard the juicy noises of the two girls on the floor. I walked around them and cleaned off the cop's ass with the alcohol. I could hear her sob a bit harder when I wiped the marks, but I didn't care. She should not have questioned me.

Since the brunette was on top, I pushed my thumb into her asshole. I pulled up on her asshole to get her pussy off of the blonds mouth. I pulled up, but the blond followed her pussy up, and used her hands to pull her ass back down. I pulled up higher, until the blond couldn't reach with her mouth. The blond was still trying to lick at the brunette's cunt, though. I shoved my dick into the brunette's pussy, and humped for a while. The blond's attempts at eating out her friend resulted in her licking my balls.

The brunette began to moan loudly, and she soon had an orgasm. I stopped fucking her and pushed her down onto the blond. I told the blond to lick her asshole. The blond used her hands on the brunette's ass and pulled it apart, then began licking. She had a disgusted look on her face. I told her to lick inside her ass, see how far she could get her tongue. She began to fuck the brunette's ass with her tongue, still with that look of disgust. I watched this for a while, when I noticed that look disappearing. The blond was moaning into the brunette's ass. Soon, she was having an orgasm. Then, I told the brunette to do the same to the blond's ass. The brunette's head dipped lower and her arms moved. The blond looked surprised, and the look of disgust reappeared.

I did the same thing to the brunette as before, and fucked her some more. Then, I let those two go at it, and turned to face the cop. She was still crying, but it was lighter than before.

"Slave, grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart. I want clear access to your ass."

"Master..." she said quietly, and she grabbed her ass cheeks. She began crying harder again as she pulled them apart. I positioned my dick at her asshole and shoved. I got my dick halfway in, and began to lightly fuck her ass as she cried. She seemed to quiet down after a few minutes, so I shoved my dick all the way in. I fucked her ass hard, and she sobbed her eyes out.

After a moment, I pulled out, and moved back over to the brunette and blond. I pulled the brunette's ass up again, and began to fuck it. I fucked it lightly. I was getting pretty close, and didn't want to, yet.

"Blond, when I'm fucking the other's ass, lick my balls. When I shove my dick in your face, suck it."

The blond licked my balls as I fucked the brunette's ass. She was having some trouble getting them as I moved in and out, but she was trying. I pulled out, and shoved my dick down her throat. She almost choked. I pulled back out, and shoved it in the brunette's ass. The blond looked absolutely disgusted, making a horrible face, but she licked my balls. I pulled out, and shoved my dick in her mouth. She accepted it just as I told her to. I pulled out and back into the brunette's ass, again, watched the blond make her face, then switched back to her mouth.

I continued switching like that for about a minute. Then, I pulled out and walked around to the other side, leaving the blond to ream the brunette. I kneeled down and pulled up on the blond's legs, so that her knees were over my shoulders. I grabbed the brunette's hair and shoved her mouth onto my dick, then pulled out and used my shoulders to pull the blond up a bit. I shoved my dick slowly into the blond's ass. I then began alternating between the brunette's mouth and the blond's ass, like I was with the brunette's ass and the blond's mouth.

A couple minutes later, I got up and shoved my dick deep into the cop's ass and began fucking it hard. She started crying again. I couldn't do that for very long, though. I commanded her to get on her knees facing the two reaming each other. I pulled out and she got in position. I came all over her face and tits as she sobbed.

"Slave, rub that cum all over your tits, pussy, and ass. You are not allowed to wash it off until I say so. You may clean your face, and you may clean your hands, but only if you use your hands to get as much from those areas into your mouth, and swallow it."

She began whipping the cum on her face towards her mouth, and licked it all down. What she could get, anyhow. She then stood up and began rubbing my cum all over her tits and pussy. She hesitated, but also moved her hands around to rub it on her ass. She sobbed while she did that, but then walked over to the kitchen sink to clean her hands and face. She was shaking as she cleaned up. I looked to the two on the floor.

"Blond, begin eating out the brunette, again. When she orgasms, return to licking her asshole, and wait what you think is five minutes before eating her out again. Repeat that cycle. Brunette, the same goes for you."

I walked the cop down to the basement. It was after ten o'clock. I told her to leave when she needed to, and go to her home to begin bringing her things here after she gets out. She was still shaking a bit and her eyes were full of tears, but she nodded understanding, and I left her there to go to bed. I was woken up before I planned on it, and I was still tired.

 

End Part 6

My Awakening

 

Part 7

 

I woke up cuddled up to my pillow and blanket, facing the edge of my bed. I looked behind me and saw the goth girl and Slut, both spread across more than the half I gave them to sleep on. I laughed at myself. I rolled over, and told the goth girl to wake up, whispering to in her ear. She stirred slowly. Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked at me. She moved slowly, but began rubbing her tits. They had ever so small bruises. The only reason you could see them was because she was so pale.

"Master..." She began, thinking of how to say whatever it was she was going to say, "Master, what happened? Why are you my master? It... Sir... you're... male." She said that with a slight cringe.

"Why is that odd?"

"Sir... I'm... not attracted to men. I've never had... wait..."

"What is it?"

"Sir... now that  think of it, my last master was a man, and..."

"Your last master?"

"Yes, Sir."

"So you've been dominated over before?"

"Sir, yes, but... but not... this is different, somehow. I'm very confused, sir."

"Your confusion is irrelevant. How old are you, where do you live, who do you live with?"

"Master, I live with my parents. I graduated this year. I'm going to be 18 in one week and two days. I live about two miles from here, I think."

"Did you plan on college?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're not going to go to college. You're going to go home today, and act completely normal. If you get in trouble, then so be it. Accept the punishment your parents give you. On your 18th birthday, inform your parents that you're going to move in with me. You can say I'm your boyfriend, if you want, but you will never say anything about how we've done anything sexual. We've been waiting until you turn 18. I got rid of your clothes last night, but that's your problem. Go home. Come back here when you're 18."

"Sir, I had spare clothes in my car, which was at the party."

"So?"

"So... how am I supposed to make it all the way there, about 15 miles from here, without any clothes? Won't it seem weird if I get picked up by the cops naked? What would I tell them?" She began to get up.

"You may wear clothes you find, so long as their not mine. Go home, no more talking."

She picked up Slut's dress, which was next to the bed, and stuffed herself into it. She was thicker and not as tall as Slut, but it was just a dress anyhow. She could easily find a way to her car from here... I wondered where she kept her keys, just then, but blew it off. It's wasn't my problem.

I woke up Slut. She woke up fast, and seemed refreshed. Though, it took her a moment to register the situation. She gasped, and grabbed the blanket, pulling it up over herself. "what... what happened?!" I saw her move a hand behind her, as though feeling some unseen wound or sore spot.

I sat up and looked at her, "Good morning.", I said with a sly grin.

"What did we... did we... you know... what did we do?", She was terribly red.

"You made me happy."

She smiled at me, and pulled the blanket up to her mouth as though to hide her smile. "Oh... good. Um... I have to work today. What time is it?"

I checked my clock and saw that it was almost 2PM. I motioned at my clock, and she followed my hand. As she looked up at the digital display, she gasped.

"Oh no! I have to be to work at three!" She jumped out of bed and began looking around the floor, I presumed for her clothes. I noticed that she was taking small aims to cover herself up from view. She doesn't remember anything strange about last night, after all. The she stopped after a while, and looked at me, "Where is my dress?"

"That goth girl had to get home, so she borrowed it."

She turned red, but from anger this time. She raised a hand with a finger pointed at nothing in particular, "How could you do that?! What the fuck am I supposed to wear home?! How am I supposed to get back, anyway? We didn't bring my car!" When she saw that I was angry, she stopped yelling. She looked at her hand, and slowly placed it to her side. She then continued, "Um... I hardly know her, how am I supposed to get that dress back? Why did she need it? Why did you give it to her, instead of letting me, the person who owns it, use it?"

"It made me happy. It would make me happy, too, if you saw if you could make it all the home nude."

She just looked at me for a moment. She would open her mouth slightly, as though trying to make words come out even though she couldn't think of what words they should be. "But... but... I can't go home naked! People will see me! Even if Amy drives... why am I even considering this?! Why does it matter what you think?!"

She stormed out the doorway and down the stairs. I got up and followed her. She found the dinning room, and saw her two friends on the floor, eating each other out and licking each other's assholes. She leaned down and tapped the blond's shoulder. The blond looked at her, but kept tonguing the brunette's asshole.

"Amy, can you go get your car and drive me home?" Amy just kept working on the brunette's asshole, though. Slut just looked at her, as though it was not odd that it took her this long to reply. Hell, she was acting as though the whole scene wasn't odd, so I guess that made sense. I walked around them, to the other side. The brunette was working on the blond's pussy.

"You two can now stop eating each other out and licking each other's assholes."

The two got up, rubbing their jaws, and they were both very red in the face. The blond replied, "Sure, I'll be back in a bit..."

I cut her short, "I think it'd be good exercise walking to your car from here. I'm sick of how lazy people have become, not even walking only a couple miles." I then leaned up and whispered into the blond's ear, "You will walk, with both your friends, to your car. Take care of anything you need to, today, and come back here tonight. In fact, you're going to move here, so bring some of your things with you. However, bring only clothes, toiletries, sex toys, and necessities. Everything else you own you will sell."

I whispered the same thing into the brunette's ear, and then they went up to the spare room. Slut and I followed them. The blond put her clothes back on and straightened herself out. However, the brunette put on her tube top as a top, and picked up the other shirt she was wearing with a confused look on her face. I leaned towards her and whispered, "Simon says, just go like that."

They all asked each other if they were ready, and left. I watched them from the door. The blond was first. She got to the sidewalk at the bottom of my yard (I live on a hill) and turned to head to my store. The brunette was right behind her, wearing nothing but a tube top, walking non-chalantely, as though absolutely nothing was out of place. Behind them was Slut. She ran to a tree in my yard and stood behind it, until her two friends got closer to another tree further down the road. She looked around to make sure no cars were coming and nobody was in view, and dashed for that tree. She made it to that tree, right before a truck came down the road. The trucker honked, but I wasn't sure if it was because he saw Slut, noticed how little the brunette was wearing, or both. The blond waved at him, flattered.

I stopped watching, and went to the bathroom. When I was done, I opened up the shower curtain to reveal Susan sleeping in the tub, nude. Her clothes were on the mat next to the shower. I rubbed her pussy and told her to wake up. She woke up quickly, like Slut, and looked up to me with pink cheeks. She moved her legs apart to give me room. She said, "Good morning, and thank you."

"You still live with your parents?"

"Yeah. I was gonna move out when I was done with college, but I'm going to the college in town, so don't need to go to the dorms."

"You're going to move in with me. I don't care what you tell your parents, or even if you do. Now stand up. I'm going to take a shower, and it's your job to make sure I get clean."

"Yes. On both accounts." She seemed distracted, but got up and out of the shower.

I turned on the water, and she stood beside me while I waited for it to get to the right temperature. I slapped her ass while I waited. Eventually, the shower got to the right temperature, and we both got in. I stood in the water, and she shampooed me. She pushed my head back into the water to rinse off the shampoo, and she lathered me with body wash. She kneeled down and lathered my dick last. She seemed somewhat mesmerized by it. How could I avoid getting a hard on while she was doing that.

"Stand up." I commanded, and she obeyed. "Turn around. Lean against the wall. Stick your ass out. Spread your legs. Place your hands as high against the wall as you can."

She followed all my commands.

"Do you remember how you failed me last night?"

"Yes, sir." She said, with a crick in her voice.

I slapped her ass a couple times, and it turned a little pink. I placed my dick against her ass, and shoved. It made it about half way in on the first thrust, and I began to lightly fuck her ass. I asked, "Did it hurt last night?"

She turned her head so that I could see face, or, at least, it's profile, and replied, "Yes". Her eyes were shut and she had a grimace on her face, which got worse whenever I thrust.

"Does this hurt as bad?"

"No, but it still hurts."

I shoved my dick all the way into her ass roughly, "Did that hurt as badly?"

"No."

I began to hump her ass with the entirety of my length, pounding furiously, "How about that?"

"Yes, sir." She faced the wall again, let her head fall, and began sobbing.

I grabbed her tit with one hand, but kept one arm around her waist, so that I could pull her into each thrust. I began to get close to orgasm, but wanted to last longer, so I slowed down. However, I realized, as I slowed down, that my orgasm wasn't as close as I thought it was, so I began to fuck her ass hard, again. I moved my hand around her waist down to her pussy, and thrust my ring and middle finger in, with my other two fingers outlining her sex. I kept pulling her onto each thrust.

I began to get close again, and considered slowing down, and then my orgasm wasn't as close, any more. I fucked her ass hard, with the intention of orgasming, and I got close, then thought about slowing down, and it happened again! I shouted, "I could fuck your ass all day if I wanted!"

"Yes.", Susan agreed.

"No," I began, as I kept fucking her ass hard, " you don't understand. I can make my orgasm wait as long as I want! I'm going to fuck your ass for an hour!"

I moved both hands to either of her legs. I pulled her thighs forward, so that she fell back into me, and I continued with that motion until her legs were tucked under her torso, and I was holding her. I could move her on my dick a bit, so I did. As I carried her to my room, I fucked her deep, but not with much of my dick. She wasn't crying very hard. I think she was mostly surprised by my sudden maneuver. When we got to my room, I set her on the bed. I positioned her so that she was on her hands and knees, pushing her ass back towards me.

"Susan, with every thrust, push your ass back onto my dick."

I began humping her ass with a steady pace, instead of the furious one I had in the shower. As I pushed forward, she pushed her ass back into me. She was sobbing as she was in the shower, though.

"Does this hurt as bad as last night?"

"Worse!"

"Then count this as a beginning in making that up to me."

"Yes."

I stayed at the same pace for about twenty minutes. Normally, at this pace, in any hole, I'd either cum, or get soft. Neither happened. The longer I did this, the more control I found I had over my erection and orgasm. I had Susan reach under her and fondle my balls. Ten minutes later I found I could keep myself on the edge, have a sort of pre orgasm feeling. It didn't feel as good as an orgasm, but it was at least half as good, and I was enjoying every minute detail of it. I was enjoying how she looked, wiggling as though that would get rid of the pain. I enjoyed how she was pushing back onto me as I pushed into her. I could feel her sphincter pull my dick, trying not to let go as I moved either way regardless it's wishes. When my dick was almost all the way in, I could feel deep inside her ass. I'm no expert on what parts were there, but they seemed to hug my dick the same way her sphincter did, but on every inch of my head. Her fingers rolled my balls and scrotum around like they were dreaming. I found myself slowing down to savor the sensations.

"Susan, if you could only feel what I feel now. Your ass is like heaven. I know I said I'd fuck it for an hour, but I might end up doing this all day. Screw it if you don't make your shift. Amanda can cover it. I'm just gonna make her my slave, too, after all. Do you like getting fucked in the ass like this?"

She sniffled, and replied, "No. This is easily the worst thing that's ever happened to me. Please cum soon. Please.... please..." She continued to quietly plead with me, but I didn't care. This may have been the worst thing that ever happened to her, but it was easily the best thing that's ever happened to me, and she's the slave. I'm the master. I choose what happens.

I grabbed her hair and pulled it back sharply, but not hard enough o cause damage, just enough to make her very uncomfortable."You just keep disliking it, then. However, I'm going to have to make you act like you love it. Act as though this is the best sex you've ever had. Ask me to keep going, ask me to fuck your slutty ass harder, and shout in-between asking for those favors your thanks for having the best sex ever!"

She began doing just that. Her hips were swaying with the thrusts, grinding her ass onto my cock when it was all the way in, as though that made it feel better. It did, but for me, not her. She arched her back, and started shouting, "Thank you, thank you, for fucking my ass! Fuck me harder! I want all of that dick in my ass! Give it to me rough! Thank you for humping my ass so deep and fast! I hope this lasts all day!"

She continued on like that for a while. I stopped paying attention to her actual words and concentrated on how wonderful the whole situation was. I fucked her ass very fast, then slow, then in between, and she kept pushing back on it and grinding. After a while, I saw that her sphincter was getting a very bight red and it was exceptionally puffy.

As wonderful as this whole thing was, I didn't want to damage her. I picked her up from her mid-section and turned her around. I shoved my dick in her mouth, and she accepted it greedily. I could see the disgust and pain in her face, but I wanted to capture the feeling I was having for a bit longer.

"Susan, grab my ass, and continue giving me head. When you get to the top of my dick, pull yourself back to the base using your arms and every other muscle in your body!"

I grabbed her hair as she did what I said. She was gagging hard as she got tot he bottom of my dick each time, but she kept doing it. I held her head, using her hair, near my crotch. Most of her weight was on her hair, as she concentrated on the head. After a bit, she threw up, but she kept fucking my dick with her face. The throw up made it onto the floor, but in sections as my dick blocked her throat. It wasn't chunky or anything, mostly whitish, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

I started smacking her ass hard. I did this for a while, as well. It got a very bright, splotchy red. Then I lost my concentration. I began to cum down her throat, and she choked on it and threw up again, as she, too began to orgasm. I pulled her head back, and came on her face and in her hair as she threw up on the floor and orgasmed. I kept cuming. I pulled her up a bit when she was done throwing up and came on her tits, too. I had, easily, twenty large spurts of cum. I didn't think any man has ever cum that much, ever.

"Susan, stand up and rub that cum all over your torso, including your pussy and ass. Try to scoop it into your pussy and asshole, and lick and drink some down as well."

She stood up, gasping for air, and began rubbing the cum all over. She didn't have to do too much work, I had already cum all over her front, so she had to work on her back, then she tried shoving it into her vagina and asshole. She groaned and screwed up her face when she did, but then went back to the rubbing, and eventually started licking it from her hands, then back to rubbing. I sank down onto the bed, exhausted, and watched. The clock said it was a couple minutes past 5 o'clock.

"Susan, you have to be to work right now. However, relax. Get your strength back up, first."

She immediately sank down onto her knees, legs spread a bit. She put one hand behind her, and rubbed her ass. The other hand went between her legs and back, feeling her asshole. She cringed when she touched it, but she felt how swollen it was and then just sat there looking at me, crying quietly.

"You... you did it for more than two hours."

"Did I? Interesting. Wash up, get dressed, and I'll take you to work. If you talk to your parents, tell them to talk to me about last night, that there was an emergency that only I can fill them in on."

She left the room to take a shower. I joined her shortly thereafter, since I was still soapy. I was only in long enough to get the soap off. I waited for her at the computer. When she was dressed and ready, I took her to work. On the drive, I noticed she was flushed, and hung her head. When I pulled into the parking lot, before getting out of the car, she looked at me, and said softly, "I'm proud to serve you, sir."

We left the car and got inside. Amanda was furious. She claimed she called and she didn't know what to do. She had a million things to do to prepare for college, and there was some creepy bald guy who couldn't count his change, and she went on and on and on. By then, Susan had counted the drawer and had taken over. I stopped time.

Amanda was gorgeous. Her hair was down, and she was wearing a short pair of khaki shorts, which are the kind you can see underwear through. It confused me when otherwise 'proper' girls would wear pants you could practically see through, but I didn't complain. She was wearing a tight, pink shirt with a heart where her cleavage would be, were her shirt cut low.

"Amanda, when you leave here, you will not drive home, you will drive to my place. You will strip nude in your car, placing all your clothes in a pile in the passenger seat. Your keys will be put on the small table near the door, after you enter the unlocked front door. You will walk into the living room. In the center of the living room, you will face the doorway you came from. You will get on your knees and spread them as far as you can while balancing. You will rest your ass on your heels. You will place your hands on the top of your head and point your elbows away from your body. You will not say a word that whole time, and you will not be able to until I tell you that you can speak. You will be fully aware of how un-ordinary what you're doing is, but you will have no power to stop yourself from doing it. If any woman walks by you, you will smack her ass as hard as you can without falling."

I started time and apologized to Amanda, telling her that Susan had a problem that I had to help her deal with. I explained it away as some boy trouble. Amanda got a grin she tried to hide and accepted the apology. I walked over to Susan and quietly told her to act completely natural, not to let Amanda on to anything having to do with us or what we did last night or today. I left the store and went home. I pulled into the garage like normal, went up to make sure the front door was unlocked, and went to bed. I had, indeed, worn myself out.

 

End Part 7

My Awakening

 

Part 8

 

I woke up to some loud sound. A door shutting... or opening. In my groggy pseudo-sleep, I wasn't sure which. Hell, it may have been part of a dream. Whatever it was, I was awake. I rolled over a couple times, considering exactly what I'd do tonight. Though, I didn't know what I had around to play with, either. I stopped time, and got up. The blanket stayed where I threw it, over one side of the bed in mid air. Oh well, I left it there and left my room. I walked down the stairs to the hallway from the front door, and turned to the kitchen, then went down the stairs to the room to the garage, and I saw my cop slave carrying a box towards the stairs. The door wasn't closed all the way, so I went outside and looked in her car. It wasn't her cruiser, but I assumed her normal car. A Cavalier, full of boxes.

I went back inside and pulled down her pants. She was wearing a T-shirt and some loose sweat pants. Of course, she was not wearing any underwear. Her ass had red and purple stripes across it. There were so many, they crossed and blurred near the middle of each cheek. There was something a little sticky and shiny on her ass, then I recalled my order earlier that day. I spanked each cheek hard once and pulled her pants back up.

"You should have spent more time observing. I do not want you to ever wear clothes in this house. I don't even want you to have clothes on in the garage. The instant even your big toe is inside this house, you will have already taken off all of your clothes, unless expressly told by me to put something on. I never stated the rule, so those slaps were a warning for future infraction of the rule. This is what you will realize, and you will go back outside, take off your clothes, then continue as you were. You may, however, have your clothes inside to wash and store, but nothing else. When you're done with what you're doing, go upstairs and cook a dinner large enough to serve six, but that can be stored for seconds in case not that many people show up."

I went back outside, and looked around. From the top of the driveway, only a small portion of the road below could be seen, thanks in part to a couple large trees along the driveway and some along the road. There was room for two cars to park at the top of the drive-way, then two spots in the garage. I considered building a fence around my front yard. My back yard was completely private, due to a hill leading to a forest in back, then a fence on the side with the drive-way, and a natural shrub and tree blockade of the other side. The fence continued down either side of my property, to near the road. It was six feet tall and wooden. I thought about having it painted.

I went back inside, and up the stairs, through the kitchen, into the living room. Amanda was facing my left, towards the hall leading from the kitchen to the front door, where an archway opened into the living room. She was completely nude, on her knees, hands on her head, limbs spread out from her body and exposing her as a good slave would be. She looked incredibly worried. It was cool in my house, but she was sweating. Her C rack was firm and shapely, due to her age. She had a landing strip, leading down to a small mound. She was equal in beauty to the blond, being a nine at worst. She was obviously very tense.

"Amanda, You have a problem. You cannot get enough cum. It's the best thing you've ever tasted, and you're addicted to it. Whenever you see male cum, especially my cum, you will do everything in your power to drink all of it, or as much as you can reasonably get. Whenever you see a dick, you have the strongest urge, like the compelling of a drug addiction, to suck on it for the cum. You will do anything to make the dick cum. It's much more important, after all, for the dick to cum, than for you to drink the cum. You want the dick to cum more than you want to drink it, but once it does cum, you will do anything you can think of and are allowed to do to drink the cum. By this, I mean that you will do anything told or asked to get the dick to cum, and you must do whatever told or asked before allowed to drink the cum. The person who came is the one to give you permission. It's implied you're allowed to drink cum that is in your mouth or is on you. This craving is the most sexually arousing thing you can think of, though a dick cumming, and the flavor of cum, are exponentially better and more arousing than even an orgasm. You want my cum at least thrice as badly as any other. You cannot ever break this addiction, and you will never consider trying. Also, every time I touch you, you become aroused."

I happened to glance out the window just then, and saw A small red car about to turn into my drive-way. I missed it earlier because of the trees. The brunette and blond were in it. There were boxes in the back. Ha ha. I hadn't yet considered exactly where all of everyone's things would go. Oh well.

I went to my room and got on my computer. I started time. This way, everyone who was about to be here would be, and I could check my email, and what-not. I heard a shout from near the garage, and something hit the floor. I assumed it was the cop, feeling the smacks and dropping her box. The door opened and shut a couple times, and I could hear talking. I wondered what the cop was talking with the blond and brunette about, so I went over to my door and opened it a crack so I could listen.

"He never told us that."

"Well... he never actually told me, either."

"Then how do you know it's a rule?!"

"Well, just a couple moments ago, I... I got... I was spanked. I don't know how, but then I knew the rule. I just... knew it, after that."

"Well, I'm not taking my clothes off just because you say I should. I'll do it when that's what I'm told."

"What the hell are you two talking about? He?"

"Master.", came two voices.

"Who's Mast..." I stopped time and went down to the room they were in, the one right at the garage. Each of them had a box in their hands.

I whispered to the brunette, "I am your master, and everyone else's master who lives in this house. You do everything I say, and you will now realize when I say something and you begin doing it, unless I say 'Simon says', beforehand." I raised my voice to say to all of them, "Anything you hear from another of my slaves about a rule, you will believe them and act accordingly."

I took the box from the blond's hands, and pulled down her skirt. I lifted her shirt and bra up to uncover her breasts. I went around her and slapped each of her ass-cheeks as hard as I could. Back on the other side, I did the same with her tits. I pinched her nipples and pulled her tits out, then slapped them again. I spanked her a couple more times. Then, I slapped her once across the face. I replaced the box in her hands and fixed her clothes.

"You now know that you are not allowed to wear clothes in this house, as the cop just told you the rule." I went back upstairs and got back on my computer, and started time. I heard the blond scream and something hit the ground, then I heard the door slam. The other two talked quietly, wondering what happened. I heard a car door opened and shut. The door opened back up, and the blond said that the rule was real, in a shaken voice. I heard the door again, but quieter, and it took more time. The cop and the blond started talking. I stopped paying attention.

After a while of the door opening and closing, things being taken to the basement, it stopped. After another short while, I heard a loud smack from the living room, and then a loud cuss from a young, feminine mouth. I heard another smack and someone started yelling. I walked down the stairs, into the living room, and the blond was standing about three feet from Amanda, pointing her finger at her and yelling that she'd better not try that again. The brunette was right behind her, watching. I could see the cop standing in front of the stove looking towards the living room from the hallway, before I entered the room.

"What's going on here?" I asked.

Everyone turned to me, but nobody as animated as the blond, "She slapped my ass hard! Twice!", she held up two fingers, then turned back to Amanda and took a step towards her with a raised fist. Amanda slapped her ass as soon as it was in range. She had a horror stricken face and was shaking. The blond swung her fist at Amanda's face. I froze time immediately. I grabbed the blond's hand and pulled out two fingers from the fist. I spit on them, and pulled her arm around herself and placed the two fingers in her own ass. I started time.

The blond's arm wrenched in her ass as she screamed, and she buckled over backwards falling flat on her back. By the time she was on the floor, her right hand was in front of her face and she was staring at it in amazement, while her other hand was rubbing her asshole. The brunette moved to help her up, but I motioned for her not to.

"What the fuck?!" The blond began shouting.

"None of my slaves are allowed to harm any of my other slaves unless I tell them to, no exceptions. What happened to your hand was my doing. I have ultimate power over my slaves, so you'd better fucking behave, got me?"

"Yes master!" The blond shouted out, scared that if she didn't say it loudly something else bad might happen.

"Blond, go help the cop with dinner."

The blond got up, avoided my gaze, and raced to the kitchen. I could hear her start talking with the cop, but I didn't care about that conversation. I looked up to the brunette, who looked fearfully at me.

"Sit in the chair facing this newest slave. Say and do nothing until I give you permission." The brunette sat down, and I turned to Amanda. She was breathing slowly but heavily, licking her lips. She was staring at my dick. Her nipples were hard, and her mound had turned a deep pink. I approached her slowly, and she looked up at my eyes, opening her mouth. She had a pleading look, then she looked back at my dick as though she was having a hard time looking anywhere else. I got six inches from her, and she moved her head forward, stretching her neck as far as she could. She got very close, less than an inch. She stuck out her tongue and began licking my dick softly.

Of course that was turning me on, so I started getting hard.  I moved back a bit when she tried to use her tongue to get my dick in her mouth, and she looked back up at my eyes, begging me with her look. I walked over to the chair, and the brunette looked up at me.

"Lay down on the floor in front of the chair with your feet pointing away from it, head about a foot away." As she began doing that, I stopped time and turned to Amanda. "Amanda, you will come over to the chair and set your pussy on the brunette's mouth and not move it even an inch. In fact, it will be as though you're paralyzed from the waste down, though you will be able to feel everything. You can otherwise move normally. You will only regain control of your legs when you agree that you will forever be my slave slut, doing anything I ever tell you, no questions asked."

I started time, and the brunette got on the floor as I said. Amanda got up, walked over to in front of the chair staring at my dick the whole way, and got in the position I told her to get in. I sat in the chair in front of her. She had her arms to her sides, and she was staring at my dick like she was famished, and it was her only source of nutrition in the whole world. She was holding her head inches from my erect dick, and she looked up at me pleadingly, but then looked back to my dick. She seemed completely unable to look away from it for any meaningful length of time. "Megan, eat out this bitch's cunt like your life depended on it."

Amanda got a weird look on her face, but then she seemed like she was enjoying the brunette's cunnilingus. "Amanda, suck my dick." At my command she immediately went to work on my dick, and she seemed like it was the funnest and sexiest thing she'd ever done. She even seemed to enjoy rubbing my balls and touching my dick with her other hand. In fact, she had an orgasm in under a minute. I turned on the TV and watched some crappy prime-time. I got close to cumming and then just controlled my orgasm to keep on the edge. I wasn't paying much attention to the TV, then. I watched as Amanda sucked my dick. She seemed like her only reason for living was to make me cum, and she seemed to be a bit worried that I hadn't, yet.

Just then, The cop and the blond walked into the living room and announced that dinner was set and ready.

"Cop, go sit at your place. Blond, come over here and face the way I am, put your legs over the arms of the chair, and lower your cunt onto my dick, then fuck it furiously."

The cop left the room, but the blond walked over to the side of the chair and did as I said. Amanda actually leaned back and helped aim my dick for the blond's pussy. She continued playing with my balls. Looking from around the blond, I watched her watching the blond's pussy, waiting for me to cum. The blond was going wild on my dick, and she seemed to be enjoying it. I reached around and played with her tits, pulling on her nipples, pinching, massaging, etc. I was still on the edge.

"blond, beg me to cum deep in your pussy, and, IF I do, hold it in there and stay were you are."

"Please cum in my pussy, Master! Please, please, please!" The blond continued for about ten minutes, I kept playing with her tits and she had two orgasms. At the end of those ten minutes, I came in her pussy. I pulled out and she stayed there. I looked around and Amanda was staring at the blond's pussy and my dick, licking her lips. She looked at me, pleadingly. She had an orgasm, then looked back at my dick and the cum on it in amazement and lust.

"Amanda, I will allow you to lick my dick clean after eating all the cum out of this blonds pussy if, and only IF, you make this promise to me. When you make the promise, you will be given more cum in the future, but on my whim. You must promise to be my slave, to call me nothing other than 'Master', and to do my bidding without question, no matter what that bidding is."

Amanda looked up at me, and she looked exceptionally scared. She glanced back at my dick, and then back to me. She shook her head up and down vigorously, and I told her she could eat my cum. She didn't hesitate for a moment, she dove into the blond's pussy, eating as much of the cum as she could reach with her tongue. She even tried to suck it out of her vagina. While she did that, she had another orgasm. When her orgasm ended, she began licking and sucking my dick, getting the cum off of it. I used my healing power thing to instantly restore my dick. It became erect immediately, while in her mouth, and she began sucking on it excitedly.

"Megan, blond, go sit at the table."

They did as I commanded, and Amanda kept working my dick as though it was the most fantastic thing she had ever done.

"Amanda, sit on my lap facing me and fuck my dick with your ass." Amanda looked up at me, shocked and scared, but she kept jacking me off. She was pleading with her eyes not to have to do as I said. I slapped her hard across the face. She looked at me even more shocked, but she kept jacking me off. I slapped her again and added, "I control when I cum. I will not cum unless you fuck my dick with your ass. If you do not do as I say, I will never allow you to eat my cum again, or to even see me cum. You are my slave, you do exactly as I say, without hesitation, do you have that?"

She nodded 'yes', then got up on the chair with her feet on either side of me. She was holding herself there by the back of the chair, and used her right hand to hold my dick towards her ass. She slowly put the head of my dick in her ass. She was looking me in the face the whole time, pleadingly. She went about another inch, then started slowly moving up and down for about that inch while rubbing my balls with her hand that was holding my dick. She had a grimace on her face, and looked like she was about to cry.

"Sit down all the way on my dick, and fuck the whole god-damned length, bitch!", I shouted at her. I pinched her nipples and pulled her tits. She slouched forward to keep pressure off her tits, but began to slide down my dick. She was going very slowly, though. Her grimace grew as she went down, but she didn't cry. She moved down and inch or so, then paused for a second. She continued moving down, then rested for a second after about each inch. When she got down to the very last inch, she pressed down, then got a pain-filled and shocked look. She jumped up a bit, then pushed back down to where she was. She pushed again, and did the same thing. She stayed where she was, at the last inch, and looked pleadingly at me.

I grabbed her hips, and pushed her down the rest of the way. She opened her mouth as though to yell and threw her head back. She stopped playing with my balls for a bit. I slapped her, and she began to play with them. I pulled her up to my dick head, then pushed her all the way back down a couple times. She had the same reaction each time, but she still played with my balls. Her nipples were still erect and her pussy pink and moist, though. I kept doing it, and her reaction lessened each time. After a while, she was humping my whole dick with her ass under her own power. She began staring me in the eyes, licking her lips, pleading for me to cum. I hung on edge for a couple minutes, telling her to go faster. After a bit, she seemed to be enjoying it. I held her down as I came, and I came for a good two minutes. For the last half minute, she rubbed her pussy furiously. She was cumming when I lifted her off my dick. She, during the last few seconds of her orgasm, reached to her asshole.

"Do not drink any of that yet!" I commanded her, and she looked pleadingly again as she played with her asshole, with the cum on it. She was holding it shut to not spill any. I shoved her off the chair, and she landed roughly. I told her to stay there, and went into the kitchen. The girls at the table looked at me. I told them to reheat the food if it was getting cold. They began doing that, while I grabbed a cup. I returned to the living room and handed Amanda the cup, "Go to the bathroom, and fill this with the cum in your ass. It is the drink you'll have with dinner. You can only drink it after taking your first bite."

She ran to the bathroom. I sat down at my spot, and the girls had all the food back where it was by the time Amanda got back. We had chicken and noodles. Amanda took a bite with her bare hands, then began to drink the whitish-yellow liquid from her cup. She drank it slowly, and masturbated while she did. She had three orgasms in the three minutes it took her to drink it all. She scooped what she could out of the cup with her hand and ate up what she could get that way. That took her ten minutes. I couldn't tell there was anything in the cup to begin with by the time she was done. She looked at the cup for a moment, then looked up at the people around the table, watching her. I was the only one eating, the other girls seemed confused and weirded out. She got red and covered up her tits and pussy, then ran into the living room, towards the hall to the door.

"Come back here, slave!" I shouted. She stuck her head around the corner, not letting anyone look at her. She looked scared and unsure of herself.

"Sit at your place and eat. You will accompany me to bed tonight, so stay here tonight."

Amanda sat back down and poked at her food, taking bites once in a while, with the same ashamed and scared face, watching as the other girls glanced at her and ate their own food.

By the time everyone was done eating and the table was cleaned, I looked at the clock. It was nine PM.

"Alright, girls, go get your clothes and meet me in the garage in ten minutes."

I took a fast shower and got dressed in casual clothes. When I got to the garage, all the girls were nude and holding the clothes they had when they got here. I had them all get in my car, and we went to the mall. Before getting out of the car, I had them dress. They talked a bit, mostly they gave Amanda advice on how to serve me, and that seemed extraordinarily hot. It was almost ten, and the mall speaker system announced that the mall would be closing in five minutes. We got to the lingerie store as they were pulling the metal shutters down. I stopped time.

I got under the shutters, and said to the girl pulling them down "You will let us in. We are honored guests. In fact, we are as royalty, here. You know you must be absolutely nude when I enter the store, and you will apologize if you're not completely naked when I enter. You will refer to me as 'Sir', and bow each time you address me. The standard store hours mean nothing in reference to me, you will serve me in the best way possible, and everything I get will be on the house. Though you know that those with me are my slaves, you are but their humble servant, proud to serve even my slaves, as I am so very important. Each time I'm about ready to leave with whatever I get, you will ask me, graciously, if I could please rate your service. When you ask me that, you will bend over so that your torso is parallel with the ground, holding yourself up with your hands on your ankles. You will spread your legs so that I have easy access to your pussy and ass, and you will hold your head up with your mouth open. If I allow you to give me head, you didn't do as well as you should have, and you will feel extreme shame, though you will complete the head and swallow all of my cum. If I fuck your pussy, your service was acceptable. If I fuck your ass, you will feel extraordinarily proud of yourself. You will have the highest euphoria you've ever had due to how proud you are of your service. You will do anything I ask to the best of your ability so that your service is rated well. Oh, also, whenever I'm here, the store closes so that it can better serve exclusively me and my slaves."

I got back under the shutters and back where I was when I stopped time, and started time back up again. The shutter paused for a moment and was raised quickly. The blond sales-woman had big eyes and hurriedly began stripping out of her black formal clothes. First she shoved her long skirt down to the ground, then pulled down her panties and stockings. She unbuckled her high heels and stepped out of her shoes and garments at the same time. When she got back up, I could see that she had a wide landing strip. She quickly pulled her turtle neck over her head, but I was in the doorway before it was off. She began apologizing as she placed it on the ground and quickly pulled off her bra, dropping it on the pile of clothes. Her glasses stayed on. She had a B cup, and she kept herself in good shape.

"Sir, I am terribly sorry that I was not nude when you arrived," she began as she bowed, "but I was about to close, and I was not aware that you were coming, today." After my slaves got in the store, the sales woman pulled down the shutter and locked it.

"I will forgive you today, but only if you allow me to kick your snatch."

"Of course, Sir, anything." She replied, even though she had an incredibly worried look on her face. She spread her legs and crossed her arms under her tits. I got positioned and ready, and I looked her in the eye. She looked tense and scared, staring at my foot. I stepped in and delivered a kick to her exposed mound. She bounced up, then crumpled to the floor breathing heavily and moaning, holding her snatch. She stood back up a bit later, and still held her snatch. She had a look of pain on her face and kept shifting her weight as though that might help, but asked me what I was looking for, today.

"I'm looking for some beachwear that will show off the bodies of my slaves, for when we go to the beach tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir." She lead us to the back where the beachwear was. There were four racks of it, and it came in all different shapes and sizes.

I motioned at the racks while looking at the group of my slaves, "Take off your clothes and pick whatever swimming suits you want. However, they must be extremely revealing. So revealing that you will get embarrassed when you wear them, and a false move may just reveal more than is legal. Get something that you would consider too revealing or dirty even to use as lingerie. Try them on and show me so that I can approve."

As they stripped and began looking through the selection, I turned to the sales-woman. She was watching the girls and turned to look at me when she noticed I was looking at her. She was still rubbing her cunt to help the pain. She bowed, "May I help you with anything else, Sir?"

"Not right now." I told her, as I grabbed the arm she was using to rub her pussy. She looked at me questioningly, but allowed me to move her arm. I placed my hand where hers was, and rubbed in the same manner she was, "How badly does it hurt?"

"Very badly, Sir. In fact, I think it was the worst pain I've ever felt." She began to shift her weight as I rubbed, as though I was doing it too hard. I placed my fingers firmly and evenly along her cunt, and my palm was firm just above it. She sighed, but made no move to stop me. I slowly pressed harder, and harder. She tilted her head and breathed a bit heaver. She shut her eyes for a couple seconds, then looked back to me. As I pressed, she began to stand on her toes. I was mostly holding her up to stand on her toes, instead of simply pressing, when she got as high as I thought she could maintain. I played with her ass-cheeks and tits for a couple minutes with my free hand.

"Actually," I began, "you should try something on the same way I'm having them do it, you look to be the same size as one of my slaves." I let her go, and she replaced her hand on her mound.

"Yes, Sir." she bowed and began looking through the racks. Just then, the blond walked up to me.

"Is this revealing enough, Master?", she asked as she turned slowly. At the base of her neck was where her black suit started. It circled her neck and formed the beginning of tight sleeves. From the bottom of the sleeves came a strap that widened as it went across her tits, though it only got about two inches thick. In the center of the neck, and attached to the strap across her tits, was a strap about that wide that ran down the length of her front, covered her pussy with about an inch of material, then ran back up her back as a thong, and widened to two inches at the neck again. A thinner version of the front straps repeated on the back.

"That's perfect, go wait at the counter." The blond walked over to the counter and leaned against it, watching over at the rest of us.

The brunette came up to me, and asked if what she got was good enough. She turned around to show off what she got. She had a more or less standard thong on. It was black with yellow edges, and it was pretty small. Her top, however, covered most of her gorgeous tits. I told her to find a different top, or something altogether different. She needs to show off more of her tits.

Amanda approached me and turned. It was a thong composed almost entirely of black string. The strings met in the back within her ass crack, probably half her crack was above it. The strings went over her hips and back down the front, not meeting until past the pussy, but about half an inch above the pussy another string went across, and red material covered the pussy. The top was like a standard bikini top made of those same kinds of strings at the bottom, but the red part over the tits was much smaller, covering only the nipples and about half an inch from either as it came to the points of the triangles.

"That's wonderful, go wait with the blond."

The brunette came back wearing the same bottom. The top had the same colors as the bottom, and the same basic style as the top she just had, but the triangles didn't cover all of her areolas.

"Yes, that will do, go wait at the counter." She joined the other two with acceptable suits.

The sales-woman approached me, turning in the same basic show as the others, and asked if what she picked out was good enough. She was wearing a red bikini. The top had the same basic design as any other bikini top, except the triangle had no material in between the strings from the bottom string all the way to just above where her areolas started, and the sides and top didn't cover all of the rest of her areolas. The bottoms were a string thong, and it had a string crossing above the pussy. From the center of that string, another string ran down the center of the front, matching where her pussy's opening was, and almost exactly where her pussy started, another cross string was. It had material where two triangles formed on either side of of the center string, almost exactly covering her pussy, with no room to move without revealing her pussy lips at all. The center string was tight, and gave her an obvious camel toe.

"That will do for Susan. Go wait for me behind the counter." She walked over to the counter, stripping off the bikini she was displaying. She got to the counter and put it in a bag, which she placed on the counter.

The police woman was the last to come show me her bikini. She turned like the others and simply waited for my reply. She was wearing what I'm pretty sure is called a 'sling-shot bikini'. Two thin white and black straps ran down from her shoulders, over her nipples. The straps covered all of her areolas, but exactly. They ran down and met at about half an inch above her pussy. They ran as a thong back up her ass, immediately parted at the top of her ass crack, and ran the rest of the way as the straps as they'd be at the top of her shoulders.

"Yes, that's good." I walked with her to the counter. The sales-woman pressed some buttons, and the drawer opened.

She shut the drawer with a big friendly smile and said, "We're all set. It's always on the house for you, Sir." She walked over to the door next to the shutter and bent over grabbing her ankles. She looked up at me and said, "Would you please rate the service you received today, Sir?", with that same friendly smile, which she opened widely. The girls began to walk over to get their clothes.

I looked at them and said, "No, you will leave those clothes there." I walked over to the sales-lady and whipped out my dick. Amanda keeled down beside me and stared at my dick, then looked at me with her pleading look. I turned to the side with my dick six inches in front of the sales-lady's face. I nodded at Amanda, and she began working my dick furiously. The sales-lady watched, with her mouth open, waiting with a semi-disappointed look on her face. I told Amanda to stay where she was, and I walked behind the sales-lady. She seemed to get happy, but I couldn't tell, not being able to see her face. I placed my dick head against her asshole and pressed.

As I pressed she said happily, "We pride ourselves on our service! Thank you for your positive feedback!" I got it all the way in by the time she was done talking. I fucked her ass slowly, at the beginning. I got close to orgasm, so I held myself on edge. I hurried my pace, and the feeling was better than I've ever felt it. Still not as good as an orgasm, but it was like the beginning of an orgasm, as long as I wanted. I fucked her ass for a while more. There was no meaningful telling of time going to happen for me right then. I humped harder and harder. For some reason, I simply didn't get tired or worn out in any way. The girls wandered around the store the whole time. They held various conversations, but I wasn't paying much attention.

I happened to glance at the only window into the place from the interior of the mall, which was behind a rack of clothes. There was a man there... the janitor. I picked up the sales-lady and carried her over to the window, shoving the rack out of the way. I placed her ass facing towards the window, and pulled out until just my head was in her ass. I moved to the side so that the fat man could see that I was fucking her ass. I was still on edge, and slowly fucked her form that angle. Her sphincter was puffy and red. I then got back behind her, turned her slightly to the side, and kept going. After a while, the janitor left. A while later, he reappeared with a skinnier, taller friend.

I told the girls to stand opposite me and dance in their new swimming suits. I kept going. I was in extacy, and I just kept going, having no idea what time it was. At some point, the men reappeared. I never noticed them disappear, but oh well. I noticed right when I decided to have my orgasm. I pushed my dick in all the way, and squirted all over her intestines. I squirted for uncounted moments lasting, I'm sure, longer than any orgasm I've ever had before. I couldn't tell how long it lasted, but when I looked at the clock, it said it was almost midnight. I pulled out of her.

"Thank you for stopping by tonight! I look forward to serving you in the future." said the sales-woman. She reached behind herself and touched her sphincter. She jumped with a painful grimace when she did, but then she simply waved us good-bye.

"If anyone ever tries to get you in trouble or fired for this, have them call me." I told her, as I handed her a piece of paper with my number on it.

"Certainly, Sir, as you wish." She bowed and watched us leave.

As we walked through the closed mall, the two men approached. We were about half way to the doors we were going to at the time. Amanda hid behind me, covering herself up, and the cop acted completely natural. The blond and brunette seemed a bit embarrassed, but only fidgeted. The first man, the older, fat one, asked how I managed to get that stuck up broad in the lingerie shop to not only put out, but to let me fuck her ass.

"I'm a very special customer. These girls are my slaves, you see?" I motioned vaguely towards the girls, "Something about me makes women want to submit to me. The woman in the store is no exception."

"How do you do that, though."

"It's not something you can learn. You either have it or you do not."

"Well, I'm sure there's something you could tell us about it.", He glanced at the cop obviously, "Do we have to beat girls to get them to do as we say?"

"Hrm... be the grand-son of a fallen angel." I began to walk around them, and the girls followed me. Then I heard a scream and some gasps. I turned around and the fat one had grabbed the brunette's arm, twisting it and bending her over. The taller janitor was holding the blond by the waist, and he had a knife to her throat. The fat one pulled out a knife, too, holding it to the brunette's stomach. Of course, the girls were freaking out, but didn't dare move.

"Fine, if you won't tell us how to get what we want, we'll just take it!" The fat one said, as he started backing up slowly, the taller one following his lead.

"Okay," I said, "take them.", and I stopped time. I walked back to the lingerie shop. The door was unlocked, so I walked in and got behind the counter. The sales-lady was counting her drawer. I turned to the side of the wall where their selection of dildos was. This was a lingerie shop, but an up-scale one. The dildos were sold here only due to demand, the guy who owns the place would rather not have them. He always seemed like an odd guy for that reason, but whatever. I'd be lying if I ever said I know what makes something classy. I prefer things be what they are without illusion or show, usually. Anyway, I got five dildos.

I opened the packages, and put the packages in the garbage. I got some of the lube, opened it, and put some on two of the dildos. I opened up the sales-lady's mouth, being careful not to hurt her, and put one in. I lifted her off the chair and pulled up her skirt. I cut holes in her hosiery and cut off her panties with some scissors she had on the counter, and placed each of the lubed dildos in one of her nether holes. The dildos were only seven inches long, so I shoved them as far as I could without them being irretrievable. I fixed her clothes and set her back down.

"You can only remove those once you're home. Each time one falls out, spank yourself hard twice, and replace it. Each night, you will use them all at the same time as you are now, as practice to better serve me, the man of your dreams. Good night, and lock the door."

I grabbed the other two dildos and walked back to where the men were holding the girls. I leaned in close to each of them and removed the knives. I replaced each with a dildo. I also grabbed each of the men's wallets from their back pockets. I threw the knives away and got back where I was before stopping time. I palmed the wallets so that they'd be out of sight. I started time.

"But be done with them in half an hour. Don't do anything funny, I know where you each live." I tossed their wallets on the ground in front of them. They looked down at the wallets, and back at me. The tall one realized his knife changed first, being that he could see the "handle". He moved it to the side, and realized what it was. The fat one saw, too, then checked his own. They each dropped their dildos and released the girl they were holding. The two girls quickly joined Amanda behind me, and the cop stood her ground next to me, in some sort of martial arts stance.

"You had your chance, I'd have let you take them." I walked away and motioned for the girls to join me.

From behind me, I heard one of the men say "Holy shit... these are our wallets!"

The girls wore their new bikinis all the way home, but barely anyone was out at that time to notice. I had them lay them out for the next day, and I had Amanda call her home, saying she was staying at her boyfriend's place that night. She got in some fight with her mom, but she stayed at my place in the end. Shortly after getting home, Susan showed up. I was in bed with Amanda, by then. She crawled into bed with me, on the opposite side of me as Amanda. I went to sleep.

 

End Part 8

My Awakening

 

Part 9

 

I woke up quickly. Something was wrong. Something was threatening me and I wasn't where I should be. I knew this all within the moment of waking up. Maybe it was the reason I awoke. I opened my eyes. Everything was wrong. I was not in my room, though I was. Everything lacked color, even for the middle of the night. I got up. I got up too quickly, as though the thought of getting up was enough to actually do it, physical movement irrelevant. I was standing on my bed, and I noticed a person floating by the foot of my bed. She was a glowing thing, who lacked form until I looked at her. When she had form, she was beautiful. She had long, flowing air that seemed to be floating about her head as though she were swimming, which was a pearly, glowing blond. In fact, her whole form was glowing slightly. Her skin was soft and perfect, though it, too, was pearly. She was wearing an intricate,white, gold-trimmed, robe that showed off her beauty while hiding it. She had large, feathery wings.

You have violated mortals. You have warped their minds to further your unholy lusts. You are villainous. I will give you one chance to repent.

Her words were unspoken, but they were obviously hers. I'm usually a somewhat reasonable guy, but I was infuriated by her mere presence. I felt like I should teach her a lesson for annoying me and interrupting my aims without warning. My body was changing. No, it was... materializing. I lacked a form until that moment. I was like myself, but different. I felt at home in the form I was becoming. I had become massive, my anger could be felt as heat. My body, as I could see it, was powerfully muscled, covered in red scales, and I had a dark power radiating from it. My arms, however, didn't quite have a form. I could... shape them with my mind. Another interesting quality of this body; My groin was the same as my arms. I shaped the areas in the first way I thought to. My arms were long tendrils, numbering six per side. My groin was the same, the tendrils being huge phallus es. I laughed a roar.

This is no joke, repent or die.

I said, in the same sort of non-voice as she did, though it was more masculine and malevolent, You'll have to give me a moment. You see, I'm a tentacle monster, something I never thought existed, let alone thought I was.

Vile creature! Die! From somewhere behind herself, she drew a large, fiery sword. She did not look to have the strength to hold it, but she was about to cut me in half. I used my tentacle arms to grab her arms and legs before she could actually swing her weapon at me. She looked furious, and tried to pummel me with her wings, which I now realized were very large. I used some of my arms to grab her wings. I was amazingly strong in this form. I was holding her immobile. I added a tendril to each leg, just to be safe. I wrapped my tendrils around her limbs, squeezing them. She dropped her sword, and it disappeared.

How have you attained such power in so short a time, demon?

I don't know, whore.

She seemed ashamed, she knew what I was going to do. She was angry. I could feel her anger. She would not look at me. I forced her head my direction. You will suffer for your insolence, I told her. My two free tentacles ripped her robe off of her and I spread her limbs far apart. She had huge breasts for her size, larger than her head, and they were perky as though they defied gravity. Though, gravity seemed to hold little sway in that false reality, wherever I was. I wrapped one of my free tentacles around her head , to keep it my direction. The last tentacle I wrapped tightly around her torso, and I squeezed her so that, had she needed to breath, she would be unable to. She seemed mostly uncomfortable, though. Good.

I am Mishilaka, holy angel of the third chorus. Though I am defeated, your fate is sealed in your act.

Shut up, I moved my phallic tentacles towards her. The first rubbed her cunt, which seemed mortal enough in composition. Another went up to her mouth. Her mouth was closed, but my tentacles were strong. Very strong. It forced it's way in. I fucked her throat with it. Again, if she needed to breath, she would be in trouble, but it was obvious now that she did not. I loved that picture. Her mouth wasn't particularly large, and my tentacle was stretching her mouth out. She was crying. Two of my phallic tentacles I used to wrap around the base of her breasts tightly. They ballooned with the force, until they felt hard. It was apparent that, while she didn't need to breath in the normal sense, she did have a circulatory system. Her limbs and tits began turning red, darkening slowly.

I moved another tentacle to her ass. She did have one, I discovered. The tentacle at her pussy and the one at her ass I shoved in hard and quickly, at the same time. She had a look full of pain, but made no noise. I fucked her pussy and ass as hard as I could. I pumped the tentacles around her tits, keeping them tight. That felt good, but not as good as ravaging her holes. I still had an extra tentacle. I decided I'd see how stretchy she was, so I shoved it in her cunt. It was actually difficult to do. She still looked like she was in pain. The thought pleased me. I had a horrible hatred towards her. I sprouted two extra tendrils from my arms, and began to beat her while I fucked her. I concentrated my assault on her breasts and ass, but I eventually assaulted every part of her body. She simply watched me with hatred and pain in her eyes the whole time.

I paused time. It worked. That odd place didn't prevent me from doing that. You are my wholly obedient slave. If I ever tell you to do anything, you will do your best to do it. If you fail, you will immediately report to me for your punishment. You will no longer attempt to slay me, but you will argue on my behalf, regardless circumstances, in all ways. I started time. The hatred in her eyes changed. She was now in pain, while seeming apologetic. The tentacle in her mouth came, and it felt better than any orgasm I had ever had before. I replaced it with one of the ones around her tits. That gave me an idea. I began to circulate tentacles. The one from her mouth went to her right tit, the one from her right tit to her left. The one on her left tit would enter her cunt, and one from her cunt would enter her ass, the one that was previously in there would rotate up to her mouth. I did this for some long amount of time, though I wasn't sure if time had a standard meaning. Each tentacle took each position at least four times, though. It seemed like hours. I eventually came, from all tentacles, at the same time. I released her, retracting all of my tentacles. She fell to the ground in a puddle of cum, exhausted. She slowly got to her knees and bowed. I apologize, Master. I will do everything in my power to earn your favor. She disappeared. Satisfied in my victory, I consciously left here, to reality. I fell down onto my bed, and bounced. I was in my normal, physical, body, with two women sleeping next to me.

I got up quietly, wondering if what I just experienced actually happened. It seemed in every way real, but it could have easily been a dream. I heard a car door outside, and walked towards my bedroom door, on my way to the room leading to the garage. I stepped in a puddle at the foot of my bed. It was sticky and slimy. I paused and wiped some from my foot onto my hand. I smelled it. It smelled salty. Well, I wasn't going to assume that's what it would be, had my cum from my... dream... thing seeped into reality, onto my floor, so I walked downstairs, to wait for whomever just arrived.

The doorbell rang. I walked back up the stairs to the front door. I could see someone behind it. A young girl, pert and skinny. Blond. I recognized her, the host of the party a couple nights ago. I didn't expect to see her this soon, if ever again. She smiled at me as I got to the door. I opened the door, and noticed she had a rolling suitcase behind her. However, she let go of it, and threw herself on the floor at my feet. She began begging to serve me. Exactly what she said I couldn't quite make out, as I was still groggy and she was speaking quickly, past tears. I sent the video to her just yesterday. I didn't even expect her to get it, yet. She was wearing, as I noticed, a very short, jean skirt. Her groveling on the floor exposed her ass entirely, so I could tell she was wearing a thong. Above that was a jean jacket with long sleeves. I didn't quite see the shirt underneath it.

"Stop groveling, slave."

She sat up, on her knees. She began thanking me for accepting her, asking what she could do for me. I could see, now, that she was wearing nothing but a bra underneath her jacket.

"Slave, I must ask you to prove your loyalty before you're wholly accepted."

"Anything, Master."

"First of all, you are not allowed to ever wear clothes in this house. Ever." She stood up immediately and pulled down her skirt and thong while she did, then removed her jacket, followed by her bra. "Now, what did you bring in your suitcase, there?"

She turned around and brought it inside. She lied it down and opened it, revealing little in the way of clothes. Mostly it was toiletries and lingerie. There were also dildos of varying sizes, as well as other, miscellaneous sex equipment. "Do you approve, Master?"

"Where did you get all those sex toys?

"I sold many of my things and bought them so that you had a wider variety of options with me, Master."

I reached in, and pulled out a very peculiar dildoesque thing. It was a four inch dildo, possibly designed for putting into an untrained ass. It was very thin and had a bulge every half inch or so, increasing in size nearer the bottom. It's maximum width seemed about three eighths of an inch. "This... what is it?"

"Master, that is urethral dildo. I never knew they existed until I saw it, and I wanted you to have many options available with me, so I got it."

"You don't think a dildo in your urethra would hurt?"

"I didn't really think about it, Master. It can't hurt too badly if people willingly used them."

"Stand in front of me, spread your legs, and put your hands on your head. Open your mouth and suck on this." I placed the dildo in her mouth after she got in position and she sucked on it.  I removed it from her mouth and felt around her cunt. I discovered her urethra right under her clit. I moved the dildo to it, and pressed it in about one of the four inches. I looked up at her. She was looking at me with a scrunched up face. I could see a tear falling down one cheek.

"Master, it does hurt! Badly! Please stop!"

"Is that decision yours to make?"

"No, Master." She said, as she turned her head slightly, as though preparing for more pain.

"You bought this so that I could use it on you. I will. You just do what I say, and I won't make you keep it in all day."

"Yes, Master."

I pushed it in deeper, but slowly. I watched her face as I did. Tears fell from her face freely by the time another inch was in. I fucked her urethra slightly with it, as I worked it past the next bump. I got it past, and there were three left, all three increasing in size. As I began working the next bump in, she began sobbing loudly, moving her head from side to side, as though that might help ease the pain. I got that one in, and started on the next one. It was actually beginning to get difficult to get this one in, so I had to work her a bit harder. She looked down just in time to see the second to last bump enter her.

"Master, I beg you, please stop. I learned not to make assumptions. Your point is proven. May I please be used in some other way?"

I pressed the last bump into her, and she gasped when it got in. She looked at me. Her make-up was all over from her crying.

"Never ask me for mercy. If I feel merciful, I'll be merciful. You are mine, to do with as I please. You have no say in anything, anymore."

"I understand, Master." She seemed calmer. The pain was probably easier to deal with when the dildo wasn't moving.

"Now, do you wish to be my slave, my property, my toy? Will you obey me, no questions asked, doing anything, and I mean anything, I command you to do?"

"Yes, Master, I am yours in every way, I have no purpose except in serving you!"

"Then, with that dildo in place, grovel and beg to be my slave, again."

With that, she immediately fell to her knees and hugged my ankles, kissing my feet. Between kisses, she begged to serve me, to be my slave, my whore, my slut, anything she could think of that I might want to use her as, she mentioned how she has no reason in life except to serve me, had no emotion except in her happiness to serve me. She went on for about five minutes before Susan came down the stairs and wrapped her arms around me. It was obvious she was jealous, but didn't want to anger me in trying to get me to do stop or pay more attention to her.

"Sir, are you going to accept her?" She asked, worriedly.

"That's what I'm deciding now. I'm seeing if she really is willing enough to be my slave, as you are."

"Sir, I love you. Thank you for accepting me."

"I could do the same to you, you know."

"Sir, I would grovel for eternity."

"Even with a urethral dildo all the way in?"

"Sir?" Susan looked at me, questioningly.

I turned to the girl on the floor and said, "Slave, you are welcome into my house, but you will be punished severely if you ever fail in your duties."

The girl on the floor got up slowly, obviously due to the pain. However, she was very excited and threw her arms around me in a hug, "Master, you will be thankful you made this choice! I will serve you in every way and until the end of time!"

Susan hugged my arm a bit closer. The newest slave slowly spread her legs, and shoved her cunt towards me, softly. When she came into contact with me, though, she moved it back suddenly with a slight groan.

"Slave," I said to her, "did you bring any more of those?"

"Yes, Master. I bought three, not being sure how or if you'd ever use them."

"Good, take your suitcase into the living room, and lean down in front of the chair, with your legs together. Get one out, and insert it into Susan, here's, urethra."

"Sir, the one in me is the smallest. I bought one of each size. Which would you like me to use on her?" She asked me, as she walked into the living room.

"The next size up."

I began walking Susan into the living room, and she seemed to hesitate, but she came with me.

"Sir... I don't know her very well... are things supposed to go into my... my pee hole?"

"Just sit in the damned chair, with your pussy up near the edge, and spread it with your hands. Make sure your legs are spread very far apart the whole time."

When we got to the chair, the newest slave was already in position and watching us, with a vague expression of pain on her face. Susan sat in the chair from the side, being careful not to kick the new girl. She looked at me, then back to the new girl, and spread her legs. It was obvious she was embarrassed. She looked at me as she spread out her pussy lips with her hand. The newest slave licked the urethral dildo and began shoving it up Susan. Susan got teary eyed and made pouting noises before turning her attention to her crotch. There were about three and a half inches to go, and near the bottom of the dildo the last bump was about half an inch thick, maybe a bit less. She began crying, and she shut her eyes.

"Come to my bedroom when you're done with that, both of you." I said, as I grabbed the third urethral dildo out of the suitcase and went to my room. When I got to my room, I grabbed a bottle of lube and lubed it up. I spreed Amanda's legs and felt her pussy. She seemed to begin waking, and get a bit aroused. I found her urethra, and placed the dildo against it. With one shove, I got an inch and a half in.

Amanda shot up and grabbed at her crotch, yelling, "AH! What are you doing?!"

She reached for the dildo, but I motioned for her to stop, "You will never be able to drink my cum again if you resist me in any way, ever. You're my slave, remember?"

She moved her hands to the side and said, "Yes, Master, but I think you've missed my..."

"I didn't miss, I was aiming for your urethra." I said, as I began pushing it in slowly.

"Master, It hurts!" She said, moving a bit to avoid it going deeper.

I slapped her across her face and said, "Never question me. Unless you want to loose your privilege of drinking my cum, the privilege of serving me, of course."

"No, Master, I would do anything for you, to keep that privilege!" She said, as she stopped moving and spread her legs in acceptance of her fate.

"Then put this all the way into your urethra yourself!"

Amanda began pushing it into herself. She had a look full of pain, but she was pushing slowly enough that she could handle it. This was the largest of the urethral dildos. It was about five inches long, and easily half an inch wide at the bump before the base. She began having a hard time at about half way.

"You have three minutes, slave."

She pressed harder, and began crying. Within one minute she got it most of the way in. She had only the last bump to go. She slowly fucked her urethra with the dildo until it could fit. By the time it was in, both Susan and the new girl had come into the room.

"All of you, stand near the corner of the bed," I said, as I sat at the corner of the foot of the bed nearest the door. "All of you, face me, and fuck the urethral dildos the length of the last bump."

The girls did as I commanded, and they were each groaning as they did, tears flowing out of their eyes.

"Now, we're going to play a game. Starting with the new girl, rotating from her, to Susan, to Amanda, back to her, you will each take turns lowering down and fucking my dick with your ass. You will do that for five full strokes, all the way from the head, down until you're sitting with your weight on my dick. You may stop fucking the dildo while fucking my dick with your ass. Whomever of you gets me to cum will be allowed to remove your urethral dildo. The other two of you must keep them there except to go to the bathroom for the rest of the day. Now, turn around and begin." Just before the new girl placed my dick in her ass, I lubed myself up.

She lowered herself down and placed my dick against her asshole. It took her about ten seconds, but she got her full weight on my lap. She took a moment to adjust so that she could raise herself, so I watched the other two fuck the dildos. They were watching the new girl, but were fucking the dildos about one stroke per second. They were obviously in pain, but the tears were slowing down. As the new girl began moving up my dick, I realized she was squeezing my dick with her ass. The next four strokes, though faster than the first, she did the same thing. Then she got up and winked at me, then looked to the floor when she began fucking the dildo. She had a messed up face, but did not cry. She then watched Susan, who was already all the way sitting on my dick. She seemed to sit there for a couple seconds. She went up slowly, too. It took her about ten seconds to got up, then almost 15 to get back down. Of course, she sat there for a moment more.

"Susan, why are you going so slowly?"

As she went up, slowly still, she said, "Sir, this does not hurt as much as fucking the dildo, even though it's still all the way in."

"Susan, from now on, you fuck the last two bulges, instead of only the last one, and you must do it as fast as you were. Hurry up on my dick, or face further punishment."

"Yes, Sir!" She said, as she went down in under a second. She went up in the same amount of time, and finished her turn just as quickly.

Before Amanda's turn, I reapplied some lube, as the other two girls used some up with their own asses. Amanda didn't pull herself up and push herself back down as the other two, as a whole body motion. Amanda leaned back and humped my dick with her ass, using almost only her thrusts to fuck my dick with. She seemed to enjoy what she was doing. She even played with the end of the dildo and touched her clit with her free hand while doing it. When she stood back up, she didn't seem as bothered by the dildo, though Susan was crying pretty hard, and I watched her fuck the last two bulges a couple times before the new girl sat down.

They each continued in that general manner for an hour. The new girl got a bit faster, and learned to clench her ass a bit harder on the up-strokes. Susan got slow again, so I told her to hurry up and that she will be punished. Her punishment would get worse if she slowed again. Amanda, after about ten minutes, seemed to really get into it. She fucked my dick the fastest, and eventually continued fucking the dildo and rubbing her clit even while she was fucking my dick with her ass. While she was standing, her other hand was used to rub her tits as she watched the other girls get to work on my dick. Since she seemed to enjoy it, I had her fuck an additional bulge twice, so that she got up to three. I asked her how she could enjoy that, and she replied that she didn't. She said that she enjoyed the idea of me cumming, and that thought aroused her, making it feel good. Alone it hurt badly, she added.

I had been holding back my cum for the greater part of the hour, so I decided to cum in the new girl's ass. After all, I already said something about not making her have the dildo in all day. On her last stroke, I held her down, and humped her ass full of cum. I came for a long time, again. When I was able to comprehend what was happening, again, I saw Amanda leaning over me, fucking her urethra with the dildo still, waiting to see my cum. Susan had sat down on the bed, she was crying.

When the new girl pulled her ass away, a bit of cum dripped out, but most stayed in. I had her get in the doggy position in the middle of the bed, and I motioned for Amanda to lick me clean. When I was clean, I motioned for her to get whatever cum out of the new girl's ass as she could. I walked Susan down to the basement, where the cop was sleeping on the pool table, spread eagle like the first night. Susan made the walk slowly, obviously due tohow uncomfortable the dildo was.

"Susan, where are the clothes you brought with you?" I asked.

She had stopped fully crying, though she was still obviously sad and in a bit of pain, she pointed and said, "In that hamper, Sir."

"Get your shortest skirt and your lowest cut shirt. You're going to wear that to the store today, you're opening."

"What about this?" She asked, as she moved a finger next to her cunt, where the base of the dildo was visible.

"Leave it in. All day. In fact, if anyone sees it, tell them that they can use it to fuck your urethra for five minutes, for only $25. You may bring them behind the counter and have them kneel down so they can't be seen, and ring people up, but go through paper work and tell people they'll have to wait for any other kind of help. If the person fucking your urethra with the dildo seems concerned they're hurting you, fake an orgasm and press against the dildo as though it feels good. They may record on a camera what they're doing for 25 additional dollars, and they may buy multiple five minute blocks, all in a row. No coming back for more until the next day. If someone buys two units, during the second one, you must finger yourself, either pussy or ass, your choice, for the entirety of the time past the first five minute block. If you start bleeding, or anything, then this rule does not apply. If someone sees it, tell them it's none of their business, but leave it in and go about the business day. Do you have that?"

"Yes, Sir." Susan said, bowing her head slightly. "Can I try to cover it up so people don't see, though?"

"Of course, this rule is simply your punishment for going slowly earlier. However, you must make sure at least one person sees it. They must be male, and they must appear to still be able to be sexually active, but they may be anyone you choose otherwise."

"Yes, Sir." She said, as she pulled out a skimpy skirt and a small shirt from the hamper. The skirt was about eight inches long, so it's wholly possible someone may just see the dildo on accident, after all. It was a tight black spandex looking material. Her shirt was a black and white button up, but the last button was well below where her cleavage started, and it showed off her belly. She put them on, and modeled them for me. She did it slowly, of course, because of the urethral dildo, but she gave a decent show anyhow. Before leaving, she kissed me and told me she loved me. She thanked me for allowing her to serve me, and she would never think of doing anything to offend me on purpose. Then she left.

I got back to my room, and the new girl was still as I told her to be, but Amanda was laying down next to her, holding her snatch next to the dildo, rubbing it as it was sore. The new girl's dildo was still in. They stopped talking when I came in and walked over to them. I reached to the new girl's cunt and removed the dildo quickly. She moaned in pain and clenched her eyes shut, then breathed a sigh of relief after a moment.

"You may both lay down and get comfortable, except you may not remove the dildo, Amanda."

They both lied down, though Amanda simply moved a bit.

"Master,"began Amanda, "I had an orgasm when I ate the cum out of her ass. I love your cum, Master! Thank you for letting me have so much!" She looked at me lovingly, as the new girl was doing.

"Do you enjoy getting ass-fucked?" I asked them both.

"Of course, Master!" Amanda said with a serious look on her face, "Getting ass-fucked makes you cum! Nothing in the world is better than that!"

The new girl replied after Amanda, "I do not enjoy it, but I will do anything for you, Master. In fact, I'd say I hate it, but it pleases you, and that's my purpose in living."

"Good. I need to test something. New slave, pretend you're a dirty old man, who doesn't care for the comfort of Amanda in the least. You find it exciting fucking her with the urethral dildo, and you have just bought half an hour, so that you could fuck her with it as long and as hard as you wish. Amanda, this gentlemen (pretend she's a dirty old man who's fully clothed) has just purchased half on hour, in which he may fuck your urethra with that dildo as long as hard as he wants. After five minutes, finger your vagina or ass, your choice. If he shows any worry over hurting you, fake an orgasm, pressing your cunt against his strokes. Now, go sit in my chair, and both of you get started."

I watched Amanda sit down and spread her legs, watching the new girl kneel between her legs as I put pants on, so that she couldn't distract herself by looking at my penis. She was fearful. The new girl looked at me after sitting, placed her hand on the end of the dildo, then looked at Amanda and began fucking her urethra with it. It was obvious Amanda was using a lot of her will-power not to close her legs, and she began groaning with each in thrust. Eventually, the new girl began working more and more into and out of Amanda. She got to the point she was pulling it all the way out except for the end, and putting it all the way back in. By then, Amanda had begun fingering her asshole with her right hand, which was under her leg. She was obviously holding back tears. After about ten minutes, she seemed to get used to it, and she simply moved around a bit as she was getting fucked by it. Then, however, the new girl sat looking at Amanda's snatch for a moment while the dildo was most of the way out. She suddenly shoved it all the way in, violently.

Amanda lurched forward with a pain filled look in her eyes. Her legs were only still open because the new girl was in the way of them closing. Amanda almost shoved her away, or pulled out the dildo, but stopped her hand in the middle of the reaction and looped it behind the chair, grabbing the seat. The new girl did it again, then again. Each time, Amanda lurched forward, and she was no longer able to hold back her tears. She looped her feet around the legs of the chair, so her legs would stay open. She let out a cry each time.

"New slave, what are you doing? Just because you don't care if she gets hurt doesn't mean you want her to be hurt!"

She did not stop, but she explained to me as she continued, "Master, I am a horny old man who does not care about this woman. I'm in the last couple minutes of my time, and I'm pretending that I'm fucking her hard, with my own dick. It does not matter if she is hurt, I want only a fantasy to go home and masturbate to. If she gets hurt, it's her own fault in offering herself out as a whore."

"If she bleeds, you get the same treatment. Just keep that in mind."

"Yes, Master." She did not slow down. Amanda was, by now, used to the jabs. She was leaning back and fingering her asshole very slowly. She was staring off into space and breathing sharply, but she was not crying. Then, the new slave stopped. She left the dildo in all the way, and turned around to look at me. "Master, I'm done. Can I comfort her?"

"Yes."

She hugged Amanda tenderly, apologizing, saying she was only playing her role. She walked Amanda over to the bed, where they both lied down. The new girl cuddled with Amanda and moved her hair out of her face, apologizing. She explained how she had no choice but to play the role that her master gave her as well as she could. Amanda seemed to understand, though she kept her legs together and the dildo out of reach between them. I took off my pants and joined them in bed. I was very tired, this morning, and I went back to sleep with both girls hugging me. Susan repeated how thankful she was for my cum, before falling asleep.

 

End Part 9