“That’s right, you hot fucking cunt,” said Jacob. “You are my Wife. My Partner. My Queen. I’ll fucking get you pregnant for the rest of your life.”
Daniela’s body writhed in pleasure—and as her eyes scanned the room, she saw Vivian, waiting and kneeling with her fingers stuffed up her pussy.
Even in being replaced, Vivian could not help but be massively turned on by the sight of her beloved naked and fucking another woman. It was just how she was wired.
It was how Jacob had wired her.
She was so happy he had shown her how to live.
“You,” Daniela crooked a finger while Jacob powered into her. “Come here! Beg him to g-get me pregnant. B-beg him to give him a true royal heir!”
She had to obey. In moments, Vivian was pushing up against Jacob’s body, her wet cunt dripping down onto Daniela’s hips. Her tits, so heavy with milk, began to pour out onto both their bodies. Her milk was thick and erotic, laced with something that made the air smell sweet, like sugar.
“Please, baby,” Vivian moaned, as Jacob fucked Daniela harder and harder. “Please Master. Fuck your TrueWife. Fuck her until she’s fucking pregnant. Give her your heirs, your true heirs. It’s what she deserves. Fuck her like you deserve. Please, Master? Oh please, mark her and make her your Wife, oh please, my God, please!”
A tremendous roar left Jacob, his white hot load spilling into Daniela. Vivian looked on with envy and lust, her own cunt exploding with orgasm from being so close to the pleasure of her Master. All other nearby slaves moaned out their own orgasms, their Master's pleasure always being their own pleasure. They pushed in on him in unison, like a shockwave had compelled them, moaning his praises and singing their love for him.
No one could make these divine beauties cum like their Master.
Soon after their joining, Jacob had his retinue of available slaves arrange a bed of pillows in an empty spot in the dining room. With Daniela under the crook of his arm, the two of them talked quietly about how best to alter Stephanie. The millionaire's wife was still cumdrunk and senseless from the facefucking not even a half-hour before.
“Come,” said Daniela, beckoning Vivian forward. “Clean us while we rest.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Vivian, crawling forward. Her face rested against her cunt and his cock, licking softly and deliberately. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She was so lucky to still be honored like this by her Master’s new wife. She would always be full of gratitude for being allowed to remain so close to Him...and to her.
For Daniela’s beauty was undeniable and heart-melting, even after all that had happened, and Vivian ached to please her new Mistress almost as badly as she needed to please her Master.
# # #
Ruling His Immortal Enemy
Lexxa followed her Master’s instructions to the letter.
She dressed down. Her body was phenomenal, but she was instructed to hide it. She would wear thick, baggy pants to hide her beautifully graceful gams, and thick sweaters to obscure the full size and nature of her bountiful tits. She would, above all, keep herself hidden and not draw attention to herself.
The young dancer was a beautiful woman. She had dark hair and pale skin, and a face to make most men forget their spouses and girlfriends (or boyfriends). Her beauty was wasted in these clothes, and that was the point.
This was how she looked when she went out to the grocery store to retrieve supplies for her Master.
She did not understand the situation in its entirety. She knew that her Master was hiding from someone, which felt strange to her. Her Master should not hide from anyone. His greatness was enough for all to take part in.
But it was not for her to decide what made sense and what didn’t. They were in hiding. Even though it struck her as totally odd that her Master had to hide from anyone, as she knew intuitively at this point, thinking simply was not a process made for pretty girls like her. All she had to do was look gorgeous and adore her Master and obey his commands.
She was only a woman, after all, a beautiful girl—and more than that, she was a slave. Thinking was not for her on any account.
So she wandered through the grocery store, gathering supplies. Pasta. Fruit. Vegetables. Yogurt. Eggs. There were a great many mouths to feed in her Master’s court, and she was responsible for ensuring they were fed.
Five of their number had been taken already—leaving them with just seventeen, down from twenty-three when they had left the strip club. This was not mentioning the dozen-odd security girls taken when the club had been attacked.
A man, large and imposing, bumped into her as she was in the dairy section.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said.
He had knocked the hat off from her face, revealing the thick expanse of her dark, purple-streaked hair. He handed her the hat, smiling. Even though he smiled, his eyes were strangely blank, and his face was unkind.
“You’re awfully pretty, do you know that?”
She nodded. “Yes. Leave me alone.”
Lexxa did know that, of course. Master favored her often—more than almost any other slave he owned. Save, of course, for Daniela...but then, Lexxa knew she was not to try to actually compete with Daniela. She adored the blond angel, but at the same time, she was rather terrified of her wrath...and this, in turn, only made her more aroused by her.
“Yes, of course,” said the man. “Look here, please?”
He opened up a small locket. The inside of it shined and shined.
It shined and shined, and Lexxa got the intense feeling that she ought to run away. Her Master’s grip was fading on her mind. She had to run away from all of this, all of this insanity.
But as the locket shined on, Lexxa began to forget about her Master. She began to forget about her task with the groceries.
She forgot about her life. She forgot about Lexxa altogether. There was no Lexxa anymore.
There was only...only the light from the locket.
Only the light, and the vision of a woman, a beautiful woman beyond compare, beyond even Daniela, waiting to take her in with open arms...
* * * * *
“Dammit.”
Vivian reported the news to Jacob as he sat in his new mansion, lounging in his favorite position with Daniela’s hand around his cock, lazily stroking him. Daniela adored stroking him like this, her eyes focusing intently on his cock. He would cum again soon. Her mouth watered in anticipation. His cum had been her only food for days.
Great puddles of precum had formed around his member, and two slaves licked it up to keep him clean. One was the millionaire’s former wife, the redheaded Stephanie, and the other was a petite, Eastern European brunette by the name of Bianca.
“I’m sorry, Master,” said Vivian. “I know you favored her.”
They were in his new court, in the vast living room of the mansion of the millionaire he had coerced into serving his will. Tall windows were on every wall, though their curtains were shut now for safety. No one could look in, even with as much as Jacob's greatness demanded to be advertised to everyone.
There was a seventy-inch flat screen on one end of the room, though it was off. Daniela thought that, if they stayed here for much longer, she would have some photos taken of herself and placed on a continuous loop on the screen and every other media device in the home. Glamour shots for the other girls to admire and aspire to.
That felt like something she deserved; her beauty was so far beyond the other dancers, after all. That was a competition she won handily.
“Yes,” Jacob answered Vivian. “I did. Do you know how they did it?”
“No, Master. It was some manner of device pulled out from his coat pocket. I’m not sure what. I didn’t want to look too closely.”
“Of course not. And no one followed you?”
“I don’t believe so, Master. But that is why I was so late in returning, as I said.”
Three hours late, Daniela thought. That edge in her, always so eager to beat Vivian down
, felt confident she could have lost any potential tails in half the time.
Even though Daniela knew she was Jacob’s wife, even though she had been married with the only ceremony that mattered and baptized in the holy bath of his cum, there was still that part of her that grated just slightly that someone else other than her had been his wife.
She did not know if she would ever truly get along with Vivian, even though the brunette beauty had made every overture of submission and obedience to the young blond angel.
Shortly after announcing that, from now on, Daniela was to be known as his OneWife, his TruePartner, he allowed her in fully on the secret of his power—explaining to her the entire story.
The tablet—or the stone—fascinated her. In the days following the revelation of its existence, Daniela frequently urged him to use it, marveling at its usages. To be able to totally crush the spirit of a competitor, to totally alter her body until she wasn’t even desirable for her Master...this was an exercise that touched deep into a very dark and precious part of Daniela.
After one day, when she had—with stroking encouragement—begged her Master to alter Roxy until she was four hundred pounds and suffered from massive depression, Jacob finally said enough was enough. A few swipes of the tablet, and that was the end of the matter.
After that, she no longer found herself able or even very much willing to want to use the tablet in those humiliating ways anymore.
It was childish, she realized. Juvenile.
She was supposed to be more queenly than that, more regal, anyway. She could rest assured in the fact that she was better; it did not dignify her to go out of her way to prove it to women who already were more than willing to name her as her superior.
She spent the next few days licking out Roxy—a re-normalized Roxy, beautiful and dancer hot once again—by way of apology.
Of course, Roxy forgave her. Frequently. Over and over again, for each hot lick of Daniela's tongue.
There was a part of her, of course, that wanted all that power of the tablet for herself. Daniela did so love being on top of everyone and everything around her. But, she was content in the extreme to be merely the one who shared in his power, the one who benefited more from it than anyone else.
Besides, taking that power from him would be thievery, and no matter what else was true about Daniela, she truly did very much love Jacob. She idolized him, adored him, wanted him only to feel good feelings always.
She cared for him, bathed him, listened to him, sucked him, made fabulous love to him at all hours of the night and day in a mansion that cost more than the entire Midwestern town she had grown up in.
Were it not for the pesky issue of someone apparently trying to destroy him, their life together would be perfect.
And he knew that as well, so she did her best not to let it show how it distressed her. Both the fact of their situation and the way it weighed upon him brought her heart much sorrow. She wished that her lips could suck away every last worry he had—and they did, frequently—but always the worry came back.
So now, to see his brow furrowed with so much agony at hearing of the loss of Lexxa, one of his very favorite slaves, Daniela’s heart ached for him.
And yet even so, she could not show it. Not entirely. Her King deserved a Queen. Being a sniveling, water-boned bitch why Vivian had been so easy to dispose of. If Daniela had been married to Jacob all this time, why...
Oh, my, she thought. Yes. That was it. That was it exactly.
“This is all just fucked and getting fucked-er,” said Jacob. “I don’t know how to fight back something that I don’t even...that I don’t even know really exists. It's like boxing with ghosts.”
This was her opening.
“May I offer you my advice, darling?”
Jacob shrugged and nodded. His shoulders were like mountains of flesh moving together. So strong. “Go ahead.”
“The problem is simple. You are trying to live a life of luxury. The life that a great man deserves.” She leaned in close to him, her enormous tits crushing against his chest. Little driblets of milk leaked out from them, a new addition. Her arousal meant every part of her was wet, now. “But you are not a great man. You are a god.”
Her strokes become long and heavy. Heat filled her cunt, and she wanted more than anything to slide over onto his cock. Shifting her weight, her sheer skirt slipped to one side, revealing the perfect expanse of her cunt.
Slowly, with great relish, she slid down on top of him. Her cunt was made for his cock. Over the past few days, this had been perfected and re-perfected again and again. He would—at her insistence—make himself just a little bit bigger, a little bit thicker, and as a result, it made it that much more difficult for the other slaves to please him properly.
And naturally, she asked him at the same time to ensure that her own cunt could take him perfectly, and then fuck him until he forgot about changing the other girls in turn.
Daniela loved winning. She loved beating them at every turn. It never got old for her. Her tits, so full of delicious, warm milk, leaked down on his chest. She rubbed the soft liquid into his hard muscles; the milk had the properties of massage oil, the taste of delicious ambrosia. It made everything slick and heavenly.
“I think you should stop lying to yourself, my love.”
“What do you mean?” he huffed. She was grinding his cock expertly inside her love-canal.
“You’re a god.” She purred, feeling her orgasms climb on top of each other. At this point, she was well-used to cumming so constantly. “Tell me you’re a god. Tell me you are god. What else could you be, to bring someone like me so much pleasure? So much adoration. You must be god. Aren’t you, my love? Tell me I am riding the cock of god, and I promise you I will take every last word you say as gospel.”
She took the tablet off the table and placed it against her naked chest. He instantly grabbed at it, trying to reveal the heavenly sight of her milking tits.
“No, oh no,” she scolded lightly. “Not until you are the God in form that we both know you are in destiny.”
Grinning up at her, Jacob began to swipe and tap on the tablet. And so, beneath her, with his massive cock surging and pulsing inside her hot cunt, her MasterHusband began to change.
As he did, Daniela began to cum even harder than she ever had before.
* * * * *
“Where am I?” Polly asked. “Please? Someone tell me? Someone help? I’m really hungry, guys! Please?”
She had been in the darkness for hours now. Bound. Stripped naked. Helpless to escape.
Polly was a graduate student. She made extra cash by driving for a taxi service around town. She was short, red-headed, and busty. Freckles dotted her pale skin.
The last thing she remembered, she'd been called to a mansion in the middle of Willow End, the nicest neighborhood in town. It had surprised her that someone living in such a place needed a taxi; she figured there was some unruly house guest that was getting kicked out.
And then, when she had pulled up, there had been two gorgeous long-legged beauties in high heels and aprons. They beckoned Polly to step out and help them with some luggage. But when she got outside, they covered her mouth with a cloth full of something foul and burning, and she lost consciousness.
Now her throat was hoarse. Her mind panicking.
What was happening? Who had taken her? Some cult? Those girls had strangely glassy looks in their eyes. Were they drugged somehow?
Someone entered. She could tell by the footsteps that it was a man. By the footsteps, and by something else...
His presence? His scent?
Whatever it was, it was making her knees weak. Her belly felt floaty. Her cunt started to moisten.
He flipped on the light in the room, but Polly still couldn't see—she was blindfolded.
“H-hello...?” she asked, gulping.
A deep, dark, hidden part of her wondered—Daddy? Is it you? Did you come back for me? Daddy, please?
“
I’m going to take off your blindfold now,” said the man. “Is that all right?”
His voice was so deep. Hypnotic. Enthralling. It was everything—everything. She wanted to do anything he said. The hot wetness of her cunt made the seat beneath her slick.
“Y-y-yes,” she moaned. “Absolutely. I’m in love with you. Do anything you like.”
She took off the blindfold, and immediately she knew that it was a mistake.
From the sound of his voice, the incredible scent of his body, she had been in love.
But now, from looking at him for less than a second, she knew that love wasn’t what she should have felt at all.
No. What she should have felt—to be as good as a possible little girl as she could be, and holy fuck in less than two seconds she didn’t care about anything else except being a submissive forever cockslut to this massive monstrosity of a hunk—was awe.
Fear.
Terror.
The terror that she might never, ever be anything more than a flyspeck in the eyes of this most holy of holies, this most incredible being in the world.
Her lungs felt like they were on fire. Torso constricting. A part of her imagined that the ropes around her were getting tighter. Her jaw hung open, her eyes wide, trying to take in every part of him for as long as possible. She never wanted to blink again.
The majesty standing over her frowned slightly. “Remember to breathe,” he said.
She gasped, nodding and smiling urgently, blissfully. Her pussy pulsed with orgasm.
“And blink once in a while,” he said. “You'll hurt your eyes.”
Some relief filled her at the opportunity to wet her eyes—but bliss again hit her, knowing she was following orders of this superhuman perfection. Drool, long and thick, slid from her mouth down to her tits. She realized, with as naked as she was, that the saliva would just keep trailing down her form, making her wet all over.
He seemed to like that.
There was nothing that could ever compete with her unforeseen lust for this most massive, most perfect of humans. He was everything. Everything.
And then, through the door came a Goddess.
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